With a wave of his hand, the God of Death, Cetisius, saw the originally collapsed and broken space of hell, layers of space cracks torn by the Level Eight Mythical City of Bones, slowly closed.
The Cities of Souls recovered from the destruction, and thousands of Death Messengers shrouded in darkness walked out of them again.
The collapsed order of hell was quickly restored, and the chaotic rules were stabilized between the hands of the God of Death.
The undead creatures and the souls of the dead in the ninth layer of hell all looked at the divine body of the God of Death, Cetisius. They were shocked by the power that had just destroyed heaven and earth. They were silent because of the power of the God of Death, and they trembled because of the terror of the True God.
"This is the ruler of hell!" Standing on the Styx River, the ghost looked at the sky dully.
"The power of the True God is irresistible!" Curled up in the dark place at the border of hell, the powerful existences who did not participate in this battle made a sound of relief.
The remaining undead in the upper level of hell fled wildly on the ground, and the defeated undead army scattered in all directions.
"The Sickle of Death … The Sickle of Death!"
"Harvest death! Plunder the True Spirit! Even the Lich, the Mythical, and the Undying Lord can't escape the harvest of that sickle! "
The frightened skeleton mage, even if only half of its body was left, still fled frantically into the distance.
"Sad! How pathetic! Our resistance is like the struggle of ants on the ground to the gods, ridiculous! Can't withstand a single blow … Hahaha … Can't withstand a single blow! " A defeated skeleton in the depths of hell fled to the bank of the Styx River, watching the mythical power in its body constantly repairing its body and soul, but it still didn't work. The moment the power of the Sickle of Death brushed past it, it was already doomed to die.
In the end, the power of death completely swallowed it, turning it into a pile of ashes and falling into the Styx River.
"Completely lost!"
As the order of hell was restored, the body of the True God that covered the entire hell dissipated little by little in the sky, turned into a black light passing through the sky, and fell on the city of Qiromu, the main city of the Death.
Compared to the mighty God's Shadow who could shake the world with a wave of his hand, Cetisius looked like an extremely ordinary existence at this moment. There was not a trace of divine power fluctuation on his body. He was leaning on a walking stick, and his figure even looked a little hunched.
But at this moment, all the undead and saints in the city were kneeling on the ground. The guardian of the city of Qiromu, the son of the god, Mork, also knelt in front of Cetisius and saluted his father. Even the son of the god did not dare to look directly at his face.
The entire hell reverberated with the scriptures of the Book of the Dead, and holy prayers and chants resounded in the city of Qiromu.
Cetisius extended his hand and the Book of Death flew up and fell into his hand.
His hand, which was full of wrinkles, brushed past the pages of the book, and a gigantic monster leaped out of the book. Thick black smoke rose into the sky, and just the upper body of the monster was already several hundred meters tall.
The monster roared crazily and struggled to bend down. It revealed its bloody mouth and bit towards Cetisius, the God of Death. Its pupils were surging with strong hatred and pain.
"Sh … di … sis … si … si!" The name of the god was directly shouted out, one word at a time. Every word seemed to carry blood and the most vicious curse in the world.
Heim desperately rushed towards Cetisius, the god of death. The huge body and the old man in a black robe with a walking stick seemed to form a sharp contrast.
However, Cetisius raised his head and calmly looked at the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, and saw that Heim's movements stopped instantly.
All the movements of baring fangs and brandishing claws were frozen. The big mouth flowing with flames was facing Cetisius, and the soul-eating steel fork was only one meter away from Cetisius.
The black robe shook, and he raised his palm slightly.
Under Cetisius's gaze, all the hell's blessing, soul-eating fire, and divine power were stripped away from his body little by little. The huge head of the goat devil melted into smoke, and the steel fork turned into gravel and scattered on the ground.
The huge monster's body dissipated little by little. At the same time, it lost all its power, and revealed the original appearance of the soul-eating goat devil, Heim.
A humanoid figure fell from the sky and landed on top of Qiromu's city wall.
It was a middle-aged man with short hair and thin skin. His face had the obvious color of the foreign Batko people, which was slightly different from the people ten thousand years later. He was full of a simple and unadorned aura. He was wearing a gorgeous high priest robe of the Temple of Sky, and he looked very noble, showing his former identity.
Anke Pusuote climbed up from the ground little by little. Although he had lost all his power, he had completely recovered his sanity.
He looked at Cetisius with hatred and stood face to face in front of him. This deaf and mute slave who used to crawl at his feet and sleep with the horses, the lowliest person, had now become a high and mighty god.
The wind blew through Cetisius's hood and fell down, revealing the old and vicissitudes of life below. His eyes were cold and without any emotion, and there was no enthusiasm or excitement on his face.
Compared to the young Cetisius he saw in the past, the hot-blooded, stubborn, and principled Cetisius was like a completely different person. At that time, he was a practical idealist, but now, he was like a ghoul guarding corpses.
Anke Pusuote had thousands of curses, curses, and resentments, but at this moment, he was speechless.
"You bastard … you bastard …"
"Ha ha ha ha … At that time, you even tried me in the name of justice!"
Anke Pusuote held his face, and his fingers were about to dig into his flesh, but he still couldn't stop laughing. "Look at you! Look at you! "
"What's the difference between you and me now?"
"You've even become more disgusting than me! More despicable! "
"Look! Look! This is the high and mighty god! "Anke Pusuote shouted to the surrounding people, but no one dared to respond.
Cetisius finally opened his mouth to speak. His voice was hoarse and dry. His words, which had not fluctuated for ten thousand years, now carried a trace of emotion. "What does a guy like you know!"
Anke Pusuote turned his head and looked at the city of Qiromu, as if he was looking at the shadow of Pusuote. Standing on the city wall, he looked at the black earth outside the city. At this moment, the sun of the underworld in the sky was about to sink below the horizon.
The originally dim hell, which was dominated by gray-black and blood-red colors, was about to completely fall into darkness.
The whole world was quiet, and no one dared to say a word. It seemed that only Cetisius and Anke Pusuote were left.
Finally, he stared at the sun of the underworld, lowered his head, and said, "Yes! What do I know? "
"I don't know anything!"
"Why?" Anke Pusuote's body kept shaking, and the blue veins on his neck bulged. His face became red.
"Why … I …"
His facial features were all tangled together, and there was a crying tone between his words. His eyes were full of confusion and bewilderment.
"I was full of piety! All my faith! But in the end, this is the result! "
Anke Pusuote's face was full of tears, and he shouted angrily, "In the end, this is the result!"
"My Lord!"
"It's so unfair!"
"It's … It's so unfair!"
Anke Pusuote jumped down from the wall of Qiromu and fell into the horrible abyss of death under the city. Then, in the deepest and darkest depths, the snake twisted its body, opened its big mouth, and swallowed Anke Pusuote in one bite.
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