"Lord of Death!"
"I am the Lord of Death!"
The deafening roar spread from the first level of hell. The call from the owner of the City of Bones, Flosa, spread throughout the hell, and the sound seemed to penetrate the barrier of space.
The Level Eight City of Bones was cast in the sky bit by bit, with the endless dead souls as the cornerstone, the power of the first level of hell, and the power of Flosa and more than a dozen mythical dominators, the power of the Level Eight mythical was undoubtedly revealed in the sky.
The dead creatures on the ground knelt down, whether it was the terrifying howling banshee, the horrible Lich, the soul corpse that emitted black smoke, or the Death Knight that led the Army of the Dead Spirits.
At the moment, everything within sight was crawling at the feet of Flosa, crawling under the great City of Bones, no one dared to resist, no dead soul dared to raise its head to look at them.
The City of Bones that was forged by imitating the Floating City had undergone a drastic change at the moment, the layers of bones were constantly squirming and combining together.
The Bone Ring of Heaven was born in the bones, the Magic Energy Machine of the Heart of the Dead Spirits, crazily devoured all the dead creatures around it, and finally stirred the blood, like the beating of the heart, supporting the operation of the entire Level Eight City of Bones.
The clergy was like the mythical template of the Level Eight life, integrated into the body of Flosa, and finally helped him to take the last step. But only in the interior of Maria's World, he was only Level Eight. If he left here, he would quickly fall, and the power of the world would quickly dissipate.
The integration of the clergy of death also represented his complete declaration of war with the God of Death, Cetisius. This was the battle of the divine position, the battle of the foundation, and it would not stop until one of them was dead.
The mythical domain of death rushed up from the sky, enveloping the huge and continuous City of Bones, the light of the rule power surged, leading all the Army of the Dead Spirits.
One by one, the Tower of the Dead Spirits rose from the ground in the City of Bones, the top of the Tower of the Dead Spirits was burning with flames, like a lighthouse guiding and summoning all the dead souls. Hundreds of millions of dead souls were whistling and hovering around the sky, surrounding the Tower of the Dead Spirits and screaming.
One by one, the figures of the Lords of the Dead Spirits floated from the Tower of the Dead Spirits, one after another, surrounding and guarding the owner of the City of Bones, Flosa, in the center.
The terrifying mythical body carried the power of darkness, death, pain, and sin, gazing at the earth.
They cast their gaze across the entire Infernal Realm.
"Declare war on the Grim Reaper!" The terrifying Mythical Demoness opened her bloody mouth and let out a sharp voice. The air waves overturned the clouds.
"We will control death!" The Bone Dragon spread its dark wings and roared from the Tower of Undead Spirits.
"The true ruler of hell!" The Mythical Lich waved his hand and saw the Power of Plague and Jackdaws flying out. Groups of Death Dependents surrounded his mythical body and the Tower of the Dead.
The huge City of Bones was a true giant city in the sky. It stretched for hundreds of miles, and it was hard to see the end of it.
In the end, the City of Bones moved and crashed toward the end of the Netherworld River. The Death Dominion evaporated the entire Netherworld River, crushed the entrance to the next level of Hell, and cracked the surrounding space.
The City of Bones crushed everything, and with an unstoppable momentum, it headed towards the depths of hell.
The army of hundreds of millions of undead followed behind the City of Bones and rushed to the next layer of hell. There, there was still an endless army of undead fighting with the servants of the Grim Reaper, waiting for their arrival.
"Evil God! Has arrived! "
Standing at the top of the City of Souls, a Death Messenger wearing a black robe and holding a bone staff looked at the distant sky.
The city of bones, which was completely pieced together by huge, ghastly white bones, occupied the sky. Carrying the dark clouds and the power of death, it swept across the sky, killing thousands of Death Emissaries and Death Saints in the sky.
Above the earth, the endless army of the undead covered the earth like ants, destroying and occupying the City of Souls on the earth.
The terrifying and powerful force made people tremble.
In the depths of hell, chaos could be seen everywhere. The army of the undead fought everywhere. The Power of Death that had settled down since ancient times, evolved into terrifying monsters and undead, and the undead creatures that had been constantly banished from the Main World to the World of Death for thousands of years, were all rioting.
The rebellion of several controllers in the depths of hell was a heavy weight on the other side of the scale.
And at this moment, the guardian of the Gates of Hell, the powerful soul-eating goat devil, Heim, crossed the earth like a madman and rushed to the depths of hell.
The mythical body of the incarnation of thousands of meters stepped into the City of Souls, and the soul-eating flame that spread out instantly ignited the city, burning thousands of souls and Death Messengers into ashes.
The huge steel fork of the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, penetrated an oncoming Saint of Death and swallowed him. In his big white mouth, the flames surged, and the screams of the Saint could be heard in the flames.
He penetrated through layers of hell and finally arrived at the final city of the eighth layer of hell – the City of Qiromu.
This was a city that accommodated endless believers of the Grim Reaper. Above the tall walls, one after another, evil souls could be seen howling in pain. In front of the city, there was a bottomless abyss and a bridge. As long as one crossed it, one could reach the palace of the Grim Reaper and meet the great ruler of hell.
And the guardian of this city was the son of the Grim Reaper, Mork, the Son of God. After his death, the Grim Reaper also took him to hell.
At the same time, Mork was also a follower of the Grim Reaper, a powerful existence that controlled the artifact, the Book of Death.
The soul-eating goat demon crossed the Land of Death like a giant beast, and the surrounding earth jumped up like an earthquake. He crossed the Abyss of Sin with one step and rushed towards Qiromu, carrying madness, hatred, and hatred, crashing into him.
And from the city emerged a mythical figure of thousands of meters in a black golden-edged robe, and he slowly stood up.
He held the Book of Death that exuded the brilliance of divine power and pressed it against the soul-eating goat devil, Heim.
"Blasphemer! You will perish! "
The Book of Death connected the entire hell, and the power of the Rule of Death surged wildly and gathered in Mork's hands.
The soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who was invincible all the way, was directly covered by the Book of Death. The huge mythical body was pressed in like a paper man, and became one of the pages of the Book of Death.
But at this moment, the shadow of the City of Bones appeared in the sky. The Level Eight mythical City of Bones was like a hammer, smashing layer after layer of passageways, directly breaking into this place from the first level of hell, and sweeping the entire world of death with an endless army of the undead.
Flosa, who was standing in the center of the City of Bones, looked at Mork and laughed contemptuously.
"You're the only one left!"
As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen Towers of the Dead Spirit were activated, and the mythical domain of the City of Bones was activated. The undead version of the Annihilation Elemental Cannon lit up from under the City of Bones, directly across the distance of thousands of miles, and directly bombarded Mork.
"Annihilation of Death!"
The light brushed the earth, implying complete annihilation of death. Everything that the light shone on was destroyed, and the earth was completely decomposed in this light, leaving only a terrible abyss.
Mork, who was holding the Book of Death and was sealing the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, instantly raised his head, and his black pupils were left with the terrifying light of the undead that devoured everything.
And at this time, the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who was struggling fiercely in the seal, struggled out of the Book of Death.
The thousand-meter mythical body twisted out of the Book of Death, holding the soul-eating steel fork in his hand, and stabbed towards Mork's chest.
Even the old monsters who had been expelled into hell for thousands of years had never seen such a terrible and horrifying truth. Perhaps only the previous Astral World War could have a glimpse of such power.
The tens of millions of soul petitioners in the City of Qiromu raised their heads and looked at the sky in disbelief.
They only saw that the Son of God, Mork, was already facing a desperate situation, even with the artifact Book of Death in his hand, he could not escape the fate of death.
The steel fork of the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, was close to his chest, and the light of the undead was already close at hand.
The hideous face of the goat devil laughed wildly, as if it had already seen the painful expression of the God of Death because of the death of its son, and its bloody pupils were full of the release of pride and anger.
The endless Undead Legion monsters in the distance also showed an expectant expression. It was a rare scene to see a Son of God fall, and the Undead Dominators on the Tower of Death also laughed wildly.
Mork seemed to have seen his own fate, but he did not give in at all. He looked forward, and his pupils and the light of the undead were looking at each other.
Then he said indifferently.
"Blasphemer!"
"Must perish!"
And at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and the whole world lost all light, as if the sun of the underworld had disappeared.
Time seemed to have stopped, the soul-eating goat devil, Heim's movement instantly froze, and the speed of the light of the undead also slowed down.
An endless figure appeared in the sky, and the black robe fell down like the clouds in the sky, covering everything.
The terrifying figure seemed to be integrated with the whole hell, and the huge hell could not accommodate his body, and only a part of his form could be revealed.
"Only with my permission!"
"Only the world has death!"
A huge hand fell from the sky, and actually caught the light of the undead out of thin air. The god's giant hand brushed past, and all the traces on the earth were erased.
The God of Death, Cetisius, had arrived!
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