Chapter 7: The Dead Gods

"Hmm, I'm dizzy"

As the slight shaking through the spatial rift passed, a soft muffled grunt sounded in the silent vast plain, and the desolate space that had been untouched for nearly a century finally welcomed another group of visitors.

Almost as soon as he passed through the rift, a hostile otherworldly aura rushed to his face, silently pouring down on the two of them, and Roger, who had not yet established himself, bathed in it, and felt a faint discomfort in his soul for a moment.

This kind of situation is the instinctive rejection of outsiders in the other world, and it is a situation that is often encountered in plane travel, and in some planes that reject outsiders severely, such soul rejection can even cause the soul to be broken, and even if the symptoms are mild, it takes a while to get used to it.

Thankfully, Roger, who was already a traverser, belonged to the less reactive part.

In addition, I have to say that Roger's soul today can be said to be devastated, he has experienced the illusion of death, the shock of the gods, and then the current soul rejection, if it were not for Roger's tenacious soul that has been reborn and tempered again and again, I am afraid that he would have fallen into a coma because of the exhaustion of his soul.

Barely acclimated to the discomfort in his soul, Roger looked back at the rift he had just crossed, and all he could see was a blank but thick pale mist, the end of the world.

In front of him was a gray space, lonely, with a parched and cracked red earth beneath his feet, barely grassy, dense clouds overhead, and the desolate wind whistling into a mournful horn in his ears.

Roger looked far ahead, and on the other side of the horizon, he could faintly see a vast shadow of mist towering into the clouds, almost completely shrouded in white mist, with only black jagged tips emerging from the very top.

Perhaps that's the 'it' that Rust is talking about, Roger guesses, and the journey will be both a test and an opportunity for him.

"Follow Me"

Rust, who led the way, reminded him again, but this time he actually spoke out loud, he was already used to silent communication between each other, and he suddenly spat out a divine word, which startled Roger.

Strangely, this time the prophecy did not cause the nervous Roger to feel any obvious discomfort, at best he was startled by his sudden voice.

Rust didn't explain this, the membranous barrier that shrouded the two of them was less than half the size, but the gray light of the barrier was more condensed, and seeing the situation, Roger had to quickly follow Rust's pace.

In such a small area, Roger almost didn't even have room to stretch his hand, which made Roger, who was always ready to deal with emergencies, a little anxious, which undoubtedly limited his coping space.

Compared to Roger's nervousness, Rust still maintained a calm expression, perhaps except for the occasional disconnection, nothing could shake the steady steps of the ancient god.

As he approached the huge shadows on the horizon, a vast fog gradually surged around him, and soon obscured him to the point that he could not see the space except for the barrier, and Rust seemed to be unsurprised by this, but walked at the same pace, and in the scope of the mist, some shadows began to grow silently.

"Squeak"

Roger's spirit was shaken by the small sound, which was very similar to the sound of the soil being turned over, "I really wish it was a rat." Roger rubbed his wrist and said, as such a sound sounded one after another, the wandering shadow slammed against the seemingly weak barrier, although he was relieved to Rust, but Roger's hand once again ignited a raging fireball.

Large, unknown claws collided against the thin film of light, making scalp-tingling noises, and this was only part of the endless infestation, and Roger couldn't see what was attacking them because of the white mist.

Rust, who was secretly distracted and observing Roger, suddenly became interested for some reason, signaling Roger to stop, and his flat voice seemed to come from a very long distance: "Do you want to see what's in the fog?"

Roger stared at Rust's delicate face and nodded, the fear of the unknown makes people shudder, the most terrible enemy is only yourself, this is a sentence that is believed to be true by mages who specialize in illusions.

"Smack" Hearing Roger's reply, Rust laughed and snapped his fingers, the alien concept of death tampered with the order here, the surrounding space turned into his earthly kingdom, the crisp and melodious bell rang in the void, and for a while, the fog dissipated, and a scene that only appeared in mythology was displayed in front of Roger.

"Troll, griffon, Beamon, I guess this big guy on the head is a bone dragon? Hey, that obviously fouled big guy can't be a Titan, it looks like he's interested in me, hey!" Roger was trembling just now, but he was very calm now, and he still had the leisure to complain, even though the hideous head of a bone dragon was almost close to him, and the sharp teeth like a knife cut through his back, as if he could pierce the fragile barrier at any time, and the tail of the jagged bone spur shook and slapped the ground, making the earth shake and tremble.

A little farther beyond the bone dragon, there is a huge skeleton half-kneeling, the height of the thick skeleton is probably more than a kilometer, the huge body contains extremely destructive power, compared to it, the bone dragon is just an ant at its feet, only the legendary titan, the eldest son of the gods, will have such a size, the incomparable size is their greatest weapon, even if they turn into dry bones, they also have an existence far beyond the scope of the power of all beings.

As for the Kodomon, Beamon, and Griffon, which only have their skeletons left, there are even more than the sand of the Ganges, and there are endless undead creatures around, and together with those mythical creatures, the hollow burning eyes of the scarlet soul fire stared at the two people who were protected by the screen, and they were driven by the concept of death, and they were ready to move, presumably this scene would definitely become the most terrifying nightmare in Roger's future dreams.

"The performance is good, and the mental quality is barely passing. Looking at Roger, who was still able to stand under such a strong onlooker, Rust praised with a smile, such a scene would have been paralyzed on the ground by ordinary people.

Raste raised his hand and said in a brisk tone, "Follow me, these undead cannot affect us, they are the remnants of 'its' memory, the echoes of distorted reality left in the world, and 'it' is just ahead." ”

Whereas Rust took a step forward, he walked among the fantastical creatures that had emerged from the myth, so insignificant compared to the behemoths, but now the small gods were walking towards them, with the majesty of tens of millions.

With Rust's footsteps, there was not even any superfluous movement, and all the undead in front of the two of them collapsed, the wail of the bone dragon and the roar of the titan intertwined the most eerie music, whether it was the fist waving like a hill or the cold breath, it was impossible to shake the seemingly weak barrier.

In the end, after everything in front of God dissipated, the two of them came to the behemoth hidden in the clouds and mist that Roger overlooked.

Roger tilted his head and stared at the indescribable thing in front of him, this was actually a skull throne of death, that skeleton exuded an ominous aura of death, the most frightening thing was that each skeleton moved, they were entangled with each other and surging with incomplete skeletons, but they never broke free from the shackles of the throne.

In the middle part of the throne, where people should be seated, presented in front of Roger's eyes is a narrow slope, like a funnel that allows the tumbling dry bones to form an endless flowing waterfall, and in its center, directly above the dry bone waterfall, there is a normal-sized throne, on which sits a white and flawless corpse, which is clearly a rotten skeleton, but gives people an infinite sense of holiness, staring at it, Roger's heart has an inexplicable sadness, and he wants to step forward and sacrifice his flesh and blood, and become a part of this throne to dedicate to the white skeleton。

When Roger was about to take an unconscious step, a burning stinging pain in his right eye woke him up in a strange state, and when Roger came back to his senses, the throne of the skeleton in front of him was close at hand, and the dead eyes of the wriggling skeleton stared silently at Roger who was almost dying.

On the side, Rust looked up at the special white skeleton with infinite emotion, as if he didn't notice Roger's strange appearance just now.

"What's that?" Roger asked softly, not holding back.

Rust said lightly: "That is the silent will to die, the destination of all beings, the former Supreme Judge of the Divine Court, the first Grim Reaper, Kergash." ”

Roger looked stunned, frowning and thinking about the known myths and legends, he had never heard of such a god name, in the known history of mankind, the authority of the god of death belonged to Rust at the beginning, but this did not prevent Roger from thinking about the dead gods in front of him, he had already made up a tragic epic in his head, enough to make the gods fall on the bloody battlefield, and maybe the dirty rebellion against the gods.

Just as Roger was caught in his own world, Rust scratched his head and added with infinite emotion: "Although he is famous, this guy is a fool, because he gathered too many death concepts at that time, he actually died of death, and I have to come over from time to time to clean up the escaped death concepts, alas, Roger, what are you doing?"

Roger banged into the wall in a frenzy.

At this point, someone finally has a correct understanding of the gods, that is, they are all a group of comics.