People in the long river of time are often unable to see the true appearance of the era in which they live.

They are either full of hope and determined to carry out their seemingly beautiful plans, or they are completely reduced to mere mortals by the blows of reality, and even make deals with dark gods and even abyssal demons.

If you turn the page of mottled history in the future, there will be many scholars who will mark the year 1306 of the valley calendar as an important historical turning point.

From Levi's point of view, he only saw that Luskan ignored the sideways glances of the coastal countries and brazenly launched the Moon Sea War.

Seeing Karinshan's puppet-like Sirpasha, he drove his subjects into battle like cattle and sheep in order to reclaim their royal court, regardless of the lives of his subjects.

If we focus on Mulholland in the far east, we will see that this ancient city-state that successfully survived the impact of the God's War was finally conquered by the coalition forces of the surrounding city-states after continuing to survive for many years.

Kingdoms have fallen, thousand-year-old palaces are blazing with fire, the earth is scorched with the marks of rolling iron hooves, and living beings are tormented by war.

The number of casualties there is far greater than Karinshan at this moment.

Countless souls of the dead rose to the sky, flowing down the river of the Styx, into the hazy realm of the realm of the dead——— realm.

This vast, ethereal space is flat, gray, boring, and monotonous, and it seems that there are only countless souls gathered here.

And in the depths of this gray desert, there is a fortress built of countless bones.

Years ago, it was the abode of Jerk, Lord of the End of All Things——— Lord.

According to the original agreement between Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, and the gods:

Only the most devout souls will be allowed to be guided by the servants of other gods into the kingdom of the gods they serve.

The souls of the unbelievers form a living wall outside the 'City of Judgment', while the hypocrites are punished with labor in the city, waiting for the demons from the Bato Hell to be taken through the portal to become the Soul Annexers, also known as the Soul Shells by the Devils.

They are the circulating 'currency' of the entire Bato Hell, and the cradle of the birth of new devils.

Powerful devils possess innate powers to twist and shape soul shells, and often demon lords or gods in specific hellish areas will mold them in their territory to their liking in order to achieve a special, terrifying aesthetic.

It is only when this soul is distorted and shaped to such an extent that it is eventually truly killed, that it essentially merges with Batow's Hell itself.

These newborn demons will be incorporated into an army and will be sent to the bloody battlefield to fight against the endless bloody battles of the demons of the Abyss.

This is the balance between life and death in the world of Corell.

It's just that this balance seems to be tilting a little under the intervention of some will.

In this city of the dead, where the Throne of Bones originally belonged to Jecob, it is now home to three towers of bones rising from the sea of bones, on which Bane, the god of strife, Mirkor, the god of the dead, and Baal, the god of killing, are seated.

Each of them wore a pale mask of skeletal bones, and no one could see their true faces behind them.

With a casual move, countless souls of the dead who had not yet been completely cleansed of their memories floated up in despair, constantly squeezing and rolling into a candy-like ball under a great force, which was thrown into Mirko's mouth and chewed and swallowed.

The familiarity of the action shows that he usually does this.

Feeling the slight lift, Mirko let out a sigh from behind the bone mask, and the remnants of his soul came out with the sigh, sending a terrible wind to blow in the desolate city of bones, and countless souls crawled and trembled beneath their feet.

"We have been deceived, and I must admit that this deal is indeed stupid enough to draw power from the essence of the soul, but slowly, too slowly. Mirko sighed.

Bane burst into a loud and mocking laugh: "No, how can this be called deception? At least it can essentially increase our strength and relieve the hunger and thirst from the depths of our souls, isn't it? If this method is really that useful, those guys in the Nine Prisons have already knocked down a Heavenly Mountain that is not pleasing to the eye, why bother to guard that crack for those stingy feathers?"

Mirko was speechless, they naturally understood these truths, but in the face of temptation, they still could not suppress the greed in their hearts.

If it weren't for the greed in their hearts, they would have died in the pursuit of power.

But Barr asked abruptly, "How are you preparing?"

The City of Bones fell silent for a moment.

"The odds are slim. ”

Mirko seemed a little hesitant, and said, "Although the number of new revenants has increased significantly recently due to the strife caused by Bane, it is still not enough. ”

"Isn't there a catastrophe in the Sea of No Trace? Bane asked, somewhat surprised.

Mirkor's voice became a little solemn: "But the souls of those Sea Clan beings have been directly annihilated, and I seem to smell it... The breath of the void. ”

"The Void... Is it?"

Bane also fell into deep thought.

This power had been present before they became gods, and even the Nethrel Empire had fallen into the dust because of it.

"Then we need to speed up the progress, and every time this power appears, it seems to mean the beginning of a strife. Barr began.

Mirko asked: "Kotil is still a big problem, although he likes to descend from the gods, but every time it is short-lived, if we are held back by him, even if we succeed, in the face of the wrath of the gods, we will not be able to recover." ”

Bane smiled: "Tyr, that cripple is indeed strong enough, but there is always an old opponent he can't solve quickly, Tyr's side, I have a way, but if you break the seal, it will still take some time and preparation." ”

At the end of his sentence, he was a little jealous: "Instead of worrying about Tyr... I'm a little worried... What if that one exists, still exists?"

That being...

It was only at the thought of the unspeakable, unimaginable being that Bann had mentioned that all three were silent at the same time again.

Finally Barr broke the silence, and he was a little nervous:

"Isn't that the one who had the courage to find the seven ancient gods together and come to Jego across the gap between life and death, but now he is beginning to be afraid?

Conventions...

The three gods of death slowly raised their heads.

At this moment, they seemed to remember a long, long time ago, when they were still mortals, when the superior was wantonly conquest in the face of the desire for power, and the creatures at the bottom killed each other because of hatred... Dark Ages.

The three of them made a pact for their own purposes, traveled all over the world, destroyed one of the seven ancient gods that had been lost, intercepted the divine power that confronted the gods, and struggled between life and death countless times before finally coming to Jecob, the Lord of the End of All Things, like dogs, under the jokes and toying of each other, they gave these three priesthoods to them.

Yes... Alms.

It wasn't until they sat in this position of being in charge of death that they suddenly discovered that they did have the power to control beyond life and death, but they were forever bound here.

There is nothing but endless revenants and endless darkness... None of them.

They could only watch as their original human bodies slowly turned into pale bones under the assimilation of death, bound to the Throne of Bones by invisible shackles.

In such a situation, there is no line between absolute power and absolute powerlessness.

At last, I understood why Jerk smiled and felt relieved when he heard their ridiculous and ridiculous answers.

Because... What a curse.

"For more ultimate power!" Bane smiled.

"For greater authority!" Mirko slowly clenched the scepter in his hand.

"In order to... The truth of everything!" Barr fell into a long memory.

"No matter what the cost...

All at !! cost."

The voices of the three gods, either excited, radical or desolate, converged and echoed for a long time in this hazy realm where there were only dead souls.

(End of Volume 6)

Volume 7: The Beginning of the Silver Dragon's Chaos