The weather in hell changed. Nearly half of the masters of the nine layers of hell had gathered in the first layer, and the huge City of Bones hovered in the sky.
In the distance, endless undead creatures were constantly rushing here, like an ocean of evil spirits from the depths of hell came to see the Lord of the Dead standing on the City of Bones.
For thousands of years, the existences that were constantly banished to the depths of hell and suppressed in hell were resurrected one by one, climbing up from the earth.
Dark spirits that were hundreds of meters tall let out a roar. Groups of banshees howled through the gray clouds of hell. Giant bone dragons carried flying monsters and circled in the sky.
The skeleton mages with bone staffs climbed up from the ashes with thousands of undead, and the Death Knights held their heads and summoned their Nightmare mounts.
Riots could be seen everywhere on the earth. Layers of undead creatures rushed here, and even rushed across the Styx, kneeling in front of the gates of hell to see the Lord of the Dead.
The huge movement could no longer be covered, and the bell in the nine layers of hell sounded from the palace of Death, echoing throughout hell.
Hundreds of millions of servants of Death poured out of the Cities of Souls, holding the Sickle of Death, and went all out.
The remaining masters of the nine layers of hell who had not yet rebelled also led their subordinates and the Death Legion to prepare for the battle.
In the Kingdom of Stars, the gods were holding a meeting about the Black Sea Bitwall.
The huge bodies of the seventeen true gods landed on the divine floating island, like seventeen mountains emitting intense light, representing their power of rules and symbols of the divine throne cornerstone, rotating around them.
At this moment, Cetisius, who was sitting on the divine throne and holding the Sickle of Death, suddenly raised his head and looked down at the earth in shock. His eyes penetrated the layers of space, the endless sky, the main world, and looked at the Kingdom of Death.
He heard the bell from the Kingdom of Death.
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Gates of Hell.
"The so-called great God of Death, the Lord of Hell, Cetisius, was just your former servant!" Lynn Ahenaten stood under the Gates of Hell and danced. Everyone was listening to his story, the origin story of the Temple of Sky from thousands of years ago.
It was the legend and story of Anke Pusuote, the high priest of the Temple of Sky.
"You used to be Cetisius's master, and now … hahaha … now …"
"You're guarding the gate for Cetisius ~ You're Cetisius's dog ~"
"Hahahaha!"
"Anke Pusuote!"
"What a cruel fate! What a powerful reversal! Everything is like an old, shoddy drama. You are a clown that makes people laugh, and you are being manipulated by others! "
Lynn Ahenaten couldn't stand it anymore. He burst into laughter and ridiculed the soul-eating goat devil, Heim.
It was as if this could make him forget his pain, forget everything about himself.
"Ankh … Pusuote …" Heim, who was holding the soul-eating steel fork, murmured the name that he had almost completely forgotten.
Heim stood under the Gates of Hell. His huge body combined with the tall Gates of Hell, representing the entrance to Hell.
For thousands of years, the gate of hell and the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who guarded the gate of hell, were connected. They were an inseparable existence.
Even Heim had forgotten his past, forgotten everything about him, and forgotten the glory and identity that belonged to him.
"I am Heim, the demon who guards the Gates of Hell!"
"No! I am … I am … "
At this moment, in Heim's scarlet eyes, greed, desire, and killing gradually faded, and became clear and sober.
"I am Anke Pusuote!"
"I am the high priest of the Temple of Sky! I am the most beloved high priest of God, and I am his chosen spokesperson! "
"I am the apostle of God, the first follower of His Holiness!"
Anke Pusuote looked at his hands, only to see a pair of ugly monster claws in front of his eyes. He touched his face in shock. It was an ugly face with goat horns.
"No! No! This is not me! "Anke Pusuote's hands shook violently.
"This is not me!"
He roared angrily, and a strong flame was spewing out of his mouth.
He looked around in shock and saw the Gates of Hell that he had guarded for thousands of years.
He saw the huge City of Bones, saw the endless monsters running on the earth, and finally looked up at the eternal sun of the underworld.
He stretched out his hand and reached out to the sun, which represented hell and death. "Is this your choice?"
"No! It's not like this! Why did I end up like this! " He roared angrily. He couldn't believe what he saw. He couldn't believe that he was like a dog, standing in front of the gate of hell, guarding the gate to the kingdom of death.
Finally, he looked at the endless Netherworld River and the depths of Hell that flowed down along the Netherworld River. He saw the Death God's palace, and it was as if he could vaguely see the shadow of a huge god wearing a black robe and holding a death scythe.
At this moment, he could no longer bear it. Anger, jealousy, and hatred rushed into his head.
Thousands of years of hatred were all turned into one sentence at this moment.
He seemed to shout that name with all his strength. He trembled from the soles of his feet to his ferocious face, and his whole body was burning with flames. The huge flames ignited the entire Gates of Hell and dyed the sky red.
"Sh … di … sis … si … si!"
The soul-eating goat devil, Heim, desperately rushed down from the gate of hell. The connection between the gate of hell and the sun of the underworld, which had trapped him, had been cut off. He easily broke the power that bound him and stepped into the vast Styx.
He waved his steel fork, sprayed flames, ran desperately, and rushed into the depths of hell.
He was completely crazy, and he couldn't care about anything! He wanted to vent all his unwillingness, anger, and resentment for thousands of years.
"Cetisius!" His voice was crazy and trembling. The strong flames evaporated the Styx, and thousands of the dead were burning black smoke in the flames.
He turned into a huge body of thousands of meters, stepped on the Styx, and rushed into the next level of hell.
Lynn Ahenaten looked at Anke Pusuote. He looked at Anke Pusuote's miserable ending and experience. Lynn Ahenaten, who was constantly laughing at Anke Pusuote, suddenly lost all motivation.
Because he felt that he was not only laughing at Anke Pusuote, but also at himself.
Because he and Anke Pusuote were no different.
"Ten thousand years …"
"It's been ten thousand years!"
Lynn Ahenaten looked at himself blankly, took off the decayed crown on his head, gently brushed it, and saw the gems on it turned into dust.
Looking back, he found that everything had been covered by time, all the memories had become history, and he had become a legend.
Everything here was no longer the world he was familiar with, leaving him only humiliation, pain, and regret.
"I want to leave this world!"
Even if it was the era when the Creator was gone, he did not want to stay here anymore!
Lynn Ahenaten lost all interest and motivation, passed through the gate of hell, and disappeared in this kingdom of death.
In the sky, Flosa, holding the model of the World Tree and the cornerstone of the gods, grabbed the slate that emitted a golden light, surrounded by flashing symbols representing the clergy of death, moving around the City of Bones.
"Hahahaha!"
"Clergy, this is the clergy!"
"I feel it, this is … this is … what we have been looking for, the true meaning of death …"
"This is death!"
Hundreds of millions of symbols rotated around the City of Bones like a galaxy, and finally, with Flosa's wild laughter, all the symbols converged into a black flame that rose to the sky, igniting the sky and the clouds.
"I am – the master of death!"
Flosa crushed the model slate of the World Tree, and it was integrated into the flame and the sky. Flosa opened his pale and bloody mouth, and the flame poured into his mythical body.
The entire City of Bones was integrated with him, and an unprecedented creature of death, a huge mythical life, appeared in hell.
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