Countless tombstones filled the River Styx, which was backed by the Citadel of the Living Dead, and the dead god attendants holding soul lamps and lassoes guided the hundreds of millions of souls who had not yet been "naturalized", and the torrent gathered was more turbulent than the undead rage driven by death.

Although these living souls have been bound by the power of death, their souls have not yet fully entered the underworld and are in a chaotic primitive state. The owner of the Necropolis, the Lord of the Dying, has no ability to restrain or even drive them, only to guide them to the underworld.

The living soul either sank into the river Styx and completely dissolved, or it followed the survival nature of the soul and plunged into the underworld, becoming a part of the underworld and becoming a pure revenant. Another cycle of the soul in a state of death is carried out in endless slavery, a cycle of cold suffering, and the law of the jungle.

The priests of the Lord of the Dying were dark robes with their faces hidden in their hoods, and they carried soul lamps that were no different from dim oil lamps, and if they had not a lasso but a broom or a hoe or shovel, they would be no different from a grave keeper or gravedigger.

The priests gathered in groups, like reefs or gates, to guide the torrent of souls along the tombstone-filled section of the River Styx towards the Citadel of the Living Dead. And this side of the fortress is not equipped with enough firepower because it is relying on the River Styx.

A large group of scavengers, butchers, and overseers, as well as a magic guide artillery carriage, were urgently transferred to the side of the fort, as were the Deathclaw gunboats converted from manta rays in the air. However, the effect of hastily responding to it is inevitably not as good as a perfect advance plan, and the scene of hundreds of millions of living souls rushing into the fortress enchantment and breaking through the inner defense line seems to be seen in the next second, and the suppression effect of the fortress enchantment on the living souls is far inferior to that of the dead souls.

Somewhere in the "Lamp Reef" where countless dead gods gathered, the lights were even dimmer under the shadow of a huge phantom, and the face of an old man was visible in the phantom.

The Lord of the Dead, Persequis, is technically the first Fein deity that Little Red Richie has ever seen. From the Fei Gong to the Red Union era, it has been obscure. By the time the Red Union and the Grim Reaper united and marched to hell together, he was also a mouthpiece, and he became a little transparent in the back.

Even the Diocese of East Fein, the church of the dead that he established among the living, from the archbishop to the little Simon, defected to the Red Union. It was only with Alissa's support that the church was rebuilt in East and West Fein.

In the eyes of the gods of the Red Federation and the higher-ups, Perseques is already the meat in the pot, and sooner or later he will join the big family of the Red Federation. It's just that because it has a strong connection with death, it's too rough to pull it directly, so it's just a united object of the united front and get along silently.

This silence really forgot about this god......

Now Persequis jumped out like this, which is really beyond everyone's expectations.

"I know you've forgotten that I existed......"

There was a strange expression floating on the face of the old man in "Light Reef", and he didn't know if it was resentment or what, in short, it shouldn't be the emotions that the gods would have.

"Now I should understand that I am not a dispensable deity. ”

Persequis sighed with a sense of ignorance from the priest: "Little Alissa, I will let you know......"

The divine thoughts fluttered, like a violent wind, making the soul lamp even more fluttering: "I am no longer ...... Uncle the doorman in the communication room!"

A huge soul lamp rose high, and the light emitted made the surrounding souls suddenly stop. The range of the light became larger and larger, and more and more souls were affected, and finally it covered the blocked section of the River Styx, causing the torrent of souls that hit the fortress to suddenly stagnate.

Just as the soul lamp was brighter and Persequius was about to give some terrible command, a circle of gray golden light burst out of the fortress, and a huge phantom rose from the ground, rapidly surpassing the thousand-meter-high barrier tower in the center of the fortress, and rose to the height of the entire fortress that looked like his battle robe.

The golden light ripples under the phantom, and the phantom continues to solidify in the rippling. In the invisible space, the power that is surging rapidly is very familiar to all the gods who believe in it. Because that is the characteristic of the power that they can have, and only that kind of power can attract mortal souls, and can transcend all kinds of barriers, and establish their own kingdom in the world.

When the phantom was almost filled with a physical entity, and the details were extremely clear, Persequis shook in his mind: "Otto!?"

Transformed into a giant, Otto lowered his head and reached out to pull up the embankment that had been used to block the River Styx. In his hands, the, which was a kilometer long and hundreds of meters high and wide, made of magical metal wrapped in dark stone, was short and thin, no different from a crowbar.

The gray golden light overflowed from the palm of his hand, dyeing the the same color, and Otto picked up the crowbar of unknown tons, and smashed it towards the living souls outside the fortress, and even the group of dead gods that Persequis was shrinking in.

"Wait...... Wait——!"

Persequis was shocked and sent a thought in a panic: "Otto! I am not an enemy!"

At this time, Otto's eyes were spraying golden light, and his soul was being stretched to the limit by the power of hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits gathered in one place, and it was a completely unconscious action, how could he be moved by the divine thoughts of Persequis.

At the critical juncture, the Lord of the Dead also broke out, and at a speed that he had never done in his life, he took out a ...... Cell phone.

"Crooked ——!"

The old man eagerly shouted at the other end of the phone, "Alishan, send a message to Otto!"

"That guy didn't have any tacit understanding at all, when I made a big battle, he treated me as an enemy, and now he has become a god directly!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, if you don't stop him, I'm going to be smashed into a pulp!"

"Phew! What can only be fed with pig bone meal! Little girl has some mouth, my old man still has some meat on his bones!"

"Don't worry about being poor with me, stop that reckless man from Otto!"

If there is one accomplishment of the Lord of the Dead, Persequis is to take his saint Alisanne as a granddaughter. So when Alisa was reborn by Richie in the form of a soul projection with the artifact "Styx Tour" and became the goddess of the Styx, Persekis had a goddess granddaughter.

This is also the reason why everyone gradually forgot about this deity, because in everyone's perception, "Alishan's grandfather" is more impressive.

While Persequis asked his granddaughter to report the situation, he did not forget to be self-reliant.

The huge soul lamp held high was even brighter, like a golden moon in the night, and in just an instant, the tombstones buried in the River Styx disappeared without a trace, and the water of the River Styx, which was blocked at both ends, surged and impacted, engulfing tens of millions of living souls.

Having surpassed the limits of the demigods in strength and reached the level of a nascent god, Otto removed the crowbar from Persequis's head at the last moment, pulled out a full arc, and smashed it down on the other side of the fortress.

The pillar of dust rose to the sky, and there was a large pit up to 100 meters deep at the edge of the Styx, and a huge crack stretched out to the depths of the underworld, and the gray gold divine light surged along the gap like an arc of electricity, turning countless undead in its reach into flying ashes.

The River Styx boils, gushing endlessly as if it has opened up an underground river, and this is the water of the River Styx brought by the living soul.

The soul dissolves in the River Styx, not only precipitating into sand and condensing the Stone into Styx, but also generating "heat" during the dissolution, giving birth to the power of the River Styx, making the water of the River Styx more abundant.

This is the real purpose of Persequis, he is here to "deliver water".

This wave of living souls not only raised the bed of the River Styx, but also the entire fortress of the living dead, which was also raised hundreds of meters, as if it was built on top of a mountain. The River Styx became more intense, with the Citadel of the Living Dead as its source, speeding up to the sides, and the narrow section of the river that had been filled by the undead suddenly opened up.

"Persequiz ——!"

The roar of the god of death, Nairo, resounded through the underworld: "You dare to betray me!"

Persequis escaped death, and had just gasped for breath when he was roared by death and coughed again.

After a while, he regained his breath, and flickered the soul lamp, which had dimmed a lot, and responded faintly: "Your Majesty Nairo, what benefits did the goddess of order promise you to slap him like this?"

"Now that the situation is so clear, even the goddess of commerce has betrayed him, why do you continue to bet on him, Your Majesty?"

"Eternal order is not an indispensable thing for Your Majesty, but it is only to turn the food of the next few epochs into a one-time meal. ”

"Now that you've eaten enough, at least half of the mortals on the main plane have died, and your death power has taken advantage of this disaster to spread across the entire world of Finn. ”

"It's time to think about the future and have a sustainable mindset. ”

Persequis's persuasion naturally did not cause any reaction from Nairo, and the Grim Reaper just said coldly: "You have to think about it, if you completely fall to the Crimson Lady, you will only become an insignificant little god, and I am not missing you and losing the door of death." ”

Persequis let out an old laugh: "When have I ceased to be an insignificant little god?"

He sighed deeply, "I've served many Grim Reapers, and it's time for a change. But I'm not just going to welcome the soul of Lady Crimson and whoever might become Crimson Death in the future. ”

"I will also welcome the soul of little Alishan, and give the soul of life who hopes to go to the river Styx to be completely dissolved. ”

"In short, this door of death opened by me will no longer be enslaved, and there will be no more suffering. The living souls that have passed through my door of death will either continue to fight or dissipate completely. ”

Nairo let out a humming thought that resembled laughter: "Crimson Death, what do you think of this...... Otto, will he become the Grim Reaper under the Crimson Lady?"

"Take a good look at how this newborn Grim Reaper has escaped the Crimson Lady's grip and become a part of me. ”

Persequis looked at the giant Otto, who was holding the crowbar of the, still angrily smashing the ground and burning pieces of undead to ashes, and took a cool breath: "Your Majesty, is this your true purpose?"

Nairo chuckled and stopped responding, apparently acquiescing.

Perseques was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he quickly took out his mobile phone again, and screamed crookedly.

"The power of death is the inherent power of the world, the supreme force opposed to life, and the immutable law of nature. ”

"How could such a power be controlled by the Crimson Force, it belonged only to itself. ”

"Even if your red web can temporarily resist the oppression of the power of death, when your soul leaps to the realm of gods, you will inevitably merge into the world of the power of death. ”

"You will be the ruler of the power of death...... Don't forget, your soul is already a dead soul in essence!"

"Come, newborn companions, join my ranks and share the power of death with me. ”

"Resisting is futile, and will only hasten the obliteration of your mortal will. Your cardinal has already learned that, and he hasn't imparted that knowledge to you?"

This is understandable, after all, he has been a god of death for too short, and during that time, he has been busy doing another very important and despicable thing. ”

From the underworld, it seemed that the ubiquitous divine thoughts penetrated the protection of the ethereal spirit and poured directly into Otto's consciousness, causing his barely condensed consciousness to receive all the information in a daze.

Yes, although the cardinal said that he had been a god of death for a short time, the details were never said. And when he mentioned this, His Majesty Xiaohong and the witches seemed to be very angry, it seemed that he had really done something at that time...... Bad.

And Nairo is right, doesn't Datongism say that people die and the lights go out? Why do people continue to fight when the soul becomes a dead soul, it should be another world, and they should obey...... Obey the laws of another world.

The most important thing is that this power of death is in my own hands!

I am a god, I am a god of death, and the power of death is my foundation!

On the Faith Tower in the Soul of the Revenant, the Dao cracks opened, which also made the divine light overflowing from Otto's body even more dim.

Just as the golden light was about to completely dissipate, another bit of golden light shone on Otto's shoulder.

In an instant, countless messages poured into Otto's soul, which was the perception of the power of death by the archcardinal Richie and the goddess of the river Styx, Alishan.

This message was followed by a tender and tender cry: "Otto, have you forgotten your goal?"

"Have you forgotten the goal of liberating the whole of hell, including the underworld?"

"We can't destroy the power of death, but we can control it, and we can alleviate or even eliminate its oppression of the souls!"

"Isn't that what we have been trying to do without throwing ourselves into the Styx and enduring the cold and pain?"

"Don't give up on yourself!"

The shouts became more and more intense, dispelling the cold black tide that covered the soul like the morning glow, and also shining a petite figure.

Is that...... Mins, she stretched her arms and was waiting for his hug: "Don't give up on me!

Behind Minsi, countless golden threads stretched out, connecting a little bit of tiny lights, and if you look closely, they are all crimson heroes. Outside of the fragile soul like him, there was a crimson divine light overflowing with dark gold.

Otto's soul trembled, and he walked with Mins in the underworld until he was found by Richie, and then followed Richie through endless battles in the underworld, pulling comrades from the mountains of bones, and then to the conquest of the hell plane...... Wisps of memories poured out.

Every wisp of memory was like a warm current, and finally converged into a torrent of lava in Otto's heart, causing his soul to instantly shatter into billions of fine particles that were so small that it was difficult to distinguish, and then reunited into a complete soul under the attention and expectation of Minsi and hundreds of thousands of heroic souls.

In the microscopic structure of the soul, the two streams of light of dark gold and gray and black are hovered and intertwined, never stopping. The heart of the gods represented by the gray and black is connected to the power of death, always trying to envelop the entire soul, but it is always scattered and suppressed by the dark golden light.

The dark golden light flow comes from the mortal heart supported by the red net, which is not only as tough as ever, but also more vivid.

The figure of the giant Otto flickered for a moment, and when it stabilized again, it emitted a milder, but also firmer, gray golden light.

The details are reappeared, and the original skeleton face has returned to the mortal state, which is a square face that is not handsome but very stable, full of vitality that is different from that of a living person, but equally active.

The golden light swirled and intertwined on the shoulders, condensing a petite and delicate body, and the light brown complexion and a pair of pointed ears showed that this was a gray elf, still a very young girl.

She flipped her arms and looked at the flesh in disbelief, then put her arms around Otto's neck and giggled.

The power emanating from her body is the same as that of Otto, strictly speaking, she and Otto are actually two in one, and they also have the characteristics of condensing faith and building their own world.

"It turned out not to be a ......"

At the Lamp Reef across the River Styx from the Citadel of the Living Dead, the Lord of the Dead, Persequis, widened his old eyes: "Crimson Death...... It's two ......"

Sensing the soul light in the fortress like a burning candle, Persekis shook his head: "No, it's innumerable, these crimson heroic spirits are the divine seat." ”

The crimson god of death, Otto and Mins, shrank and returned to their normal state, but the phantom still stood tall in the sky.

The two of them flew up to the tower of the fortress, looking at the Grim Reaper's clone in the distance, and the phantom still raised the huge crowbar, shouting: "Nairo, your plot is shattered!"

"Now it's the Grim Reaper ——! Grim Reaper"

"Let's compare, is you, the original god of life and death, stronger, or our crimson god of death!"

It was as if time had been turned back, and after a wave of undead rage, it rewinded back.

The death clone on the horizon let out a low thought: "The power of death can really be controlled......

After that, I don't know whether it was a helpless sigh or a sense of relief: "Thank you for your demonstration ......"

Until the skyline opened up, with the Castle of the Living Dead as the center, there was no trace of the undead in a radius of thousands of miles, only bones and carrion all over the ground, and Ottomins and the Heroic Spirits did not come to their senses.

Death just retreated?

Because Outuminth retired as a god?

What the hell is that guy playing?

In the deepest part of Purgatory, and at the same time the deepest part of the Abyss, the rivers of blood converged again, and a stream of blood had become clear, like a thick mist of silver ash.

Several giant ships jumped out of the mist, and on the tower of a giant ship in the middle, Alisa spat out turbid air, patted the railing and shouted: "Ottomins is really good at picking the time, just when we are diving, the signal is not good just now, and it almost broke the big thing!"

The skeleton of the Skeletron next to him was floating with a layer of gray golden light, and the crown on his forehead was also shining.

Alisa looked at him worriedly, "Old man, are you okay?

Skeletron's body stood still, and he snorted disdainfully: "They know how to fight, how can they know that many revenants also want to be peaceful, so they live a peaceful life in the form of revenants, so how can they affect me." ”

Alishan sighed, nodded, and said, "Then there will be nothing going on, right? Not only will we have to fight those Demon Kings, but we will probably have to fight with Amoman and Esmodeich as well. ”

"Our goal is not to win against them, are we?"

Skeletron patted his chest and said, "Just show them the possibility of breaking free from the enslavement of purgatory and the will of the abyss, so as long as you hold the line, it is a victory, this is just a trivial matter for us Hadron undead, ahem......"

During the slapping process, countless dark golden light dust shook out of his body, which made Skeletron cough violently, and Alishan became even more worried: "Really...... Are you alright?"

Skeletron waved his hand and said, "No, it's okay......! The air here is really bad, and the smog is too heavy. ”

Muttering to him, the old guy turned around and walked away with a firm step.

Turning the corner, Skeletron crouched down with his arms around his waist, coughing as if he was about to vomit out his pelvis, and the gray golden light spread over the entire skeleton, making him look like Speckled Gold.

"Outumin...... That pair of little guys is really forcing the old guy to be motivated. ”

Skeletron muttered, "If I don't become a god, the Heroic Spirit will have only one choice but to fight, which is not in line with me and my subordinates." We don't fight for the sake of fighting, we fight for the sake of having peace. ”

"But in order to stick to this idea, I have to fight harder, which is really contradictory. ”

"But ......"

Skeletron slowly straightened up and shook his body, his eyes fluttering.

"I'm an old guy with a granddaughter, and I have to work hard for my granddaughter. ”