The wind and clouds in the hell changed, and nearly half of the masters of the ninth layer of hell gathered in the first layer, and the huge city of bones hovered in the sky.

Endless necromantic creatures from afar flock to the city, and an ocean of evil spirits from the depths of hell come to meet the undead lord standing on the city of bones.

For 10,000 years, the beings who have been banished to the depths of hell and suppressed in hell have been revived one by one and risen from the earth.

Dark ghosts hundreds of meters high hissed as they sneered, hordes of banshees howled through the gray clouds of hell, and giant bone dragons hovered across the sky with flying monsters.

Skeleton mages with bone staff carry thousands of undead to rise from the ashes, and death knights hold their heads and summon their nightmare mounts.

Riots of necromantic creatures can be seen everywhere on the earth, rushing here layer by layer, even rushing across the River Styx, kneeling before the gates of hell to meet the ruler of the undead.

The huge movement could no longer be concealed, and the bells of the nine layers of hell rang from within the palace of the god of death, echoing throughout the hell.

Billions of Death minions poured out of the City of Souls, scythe of death in hand, with all their might.

The remaining Lords of the Nine Layers of Hell who had not yet rebelled also led their dependents and the Death Legion to prepare for the battle with all their might.

And in the realm of stars, the gods are holding a meeting on the Black Sea plane.

The huge bodies of the seventeen true gods landed on the floating island of the gods, like seventeen mountains that radiated a fierce light, representing the power of their rules and the symbol of the foundation stone of the god's throne, revolving around them.

And at this moment, Setisis, who was sitting on the throne of the god and holding the scythe of death, suddenly raised his head and looked at the earth in shock, his eyes penetrated the layers of space, the endless sky, penetrated the main world, and visited the kingdom of death.

He heard the bell from the kingdom of death.

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In front of the gates of hell~

"The so-called great god of death, the lord of hell, Setisis, is nothing more than your former servant!" Lynn Ahnaton danced at the gates of hell, all listening to his story, the origin story of the Sky Temple, which belonged to 10,000 years ago.

Legends and stories belonging to the High Priest of the Temple of the Sky, Anke Pushut.

"Once you were the master of Setisis, and now ~hahaha~ now~"

"You're showing Setisis the gate~Be a dog to Setisis~"

"Hahahaha!"

"Anker PSUT~!"

"What a cruel fate! What a strong flip! It's like an old drama of bad quality, and you're a laughing clown, being manipulated with wanton! ”

Lynn Ahnerton couldn't take it anymore and let out a loud laugh, mocking the Soul Eater Demon Heim.

It seems that this can make him forget his pain, forget everything about himself.

"An~K~Psuut~" Heim, the demon god of hell who was holding the Soul Eater Steel Fork, had his hands down at this moment, and muttered a name that he had almost completely forgotten for a long time.

Heim stands at the foot of the Gates of Hell, and the combination of his massive body and the tall Gates of Hell represents the entrance to Hell.

For 10,000 years, the gates of hell and the demon Soul Eater Demon Haim, who guarded the gates of hell, have been connected together, and they are inseparable existences.

Even Heim had forgotten who he was, who he was, who he was, who belonged to him, who belonged to him.

"I'm Haim, the demon god who guards the gates of hell!"

"That's not right! I am...... I'm ......."

At this moment, in Heim's scarlet eyes, greed, desire, and killing gradually faded, becoming clear and sober.

"I'm Anker Psutt!"

"I am the High Priestess of the Temple of the Sky! I am God's beloved High Priest and His chosen spokesman! ”

"I am an apostle of God, the first follower of His Crown!"

Anker Pusut looked into his hands, only to see a pair of ugly monster claws appear in his eyes, and he touched his face in shock, which was an ugly face with sheep's horns.

"Nope! No! It's not me~" Anker Pushett's hands shook violently.

"It's not me!"

He let out a roar of rage, and a thick flame erupted from his bloody mouth.

He looked left and right in shock, and saw the gates of hell that he had guarded for 10,000 years.

He saw the huge city of bones, saw endless monsters running over the earth, and finally raised his head to look at the eternal sun.

He stretched out his hand and looked at the sun, which represented hell and death, at a loss: "Is this your choice?" ”

"Nope! It's not like this~ Why am I ending up like this! He roared angrily, disbelieving what he had seen, not believing that he was standing like a dog at the gates of hell, guarding the gates of death.

Finally, he looked at the surging river Styx, and the depths of hell that followed the river Styx, and saw the palace of the Grim Reaper, as if he vaguely saw the shadow of the huge god in black robes holding the scythe of death.

At this moment, he could no longer bear it, and anger, jealousy, and hatred welled up in his head.

The grudges of 10,000 years have all turned into one sentence at this moment.

As if he had used all his strength to utter the name, he shuddered from the soles of his feet to his hideous face, and his whole body burned with flames, and the huge flames set the entire gates of hell on fire, staining the sky red.

"Se~Ti~West~Si!"

Desperately, Soul Eater Demon Heim rushed down from the gates of Hell, the link between the gates of Hell and the Underworld that had been trapped in it had been severed, and it easily shattered the power that bound it, and stepped into the vast river Styx.

He wielded a steel fork, sprayed flames, and ran desperately towards the depths of hell.

He's completely insane, He doesn't care about everything! He wanted to vent all his unwillingness, anger, and resentment for thousands of years.

"Setisis!" The voice was mad and trembling, and the fierce flames vaporized the Styx, and thousands of undead burned the black smoke of the city in the flames.

He turned into a massive body of several kilometers and trampled on the River Styx, and slammed into the next layer of hell.

Lynn Ahnerton looked at Anker PSUT, looking at the way he looked, the ending and experience that was even more tragic than his own, and Lynn Ahnerton, who was constantly laughing at him, laughed and suddenly lost all motivation.

Because he felt like he wasn't just laughing at Anker PSUT, he was laughing at himself.

Because he and Anker Psut, there is no difference.

"It's been 10,000 years~~"

"It's been 10,000 years!"

Lynn Ahnerton looked blankly at herself, took off the decaying crown on her head, and brushed it lightly, seeing the jewels on it turn to dust and disperse.

Suddenly looking back, I found that everything had been covered by time, all the memories had become history, and I had turned into legends.

Everything here is no longer the world he is familiar with, and all that is left for him is humiliation, pain and remorse.

"I'm leaving this world!"

Even if it was the age when the Creator was gone, he didn't want to stay here any longer!

Lynn Ahnaton lost all interest and motivation and passed through the gates of hell, disappearing into the realm of death.

In the sky, Flossa, holding a model of the World Tree and the foundation stone of the gods, clutched the golden stone slab, surrounded by flickering symbols, representing the priesthood of death, moving around the City of Bones.

"Hahahaha!"

"Priesthood~ This is the priesthood!"

"I feel it, that's what it is...... That's what it is...... What we've been looking for ~the true meaning of death~"

"This is death!"

Billions of symbols swirled around the City of Bones like a galaxy, and finally, with a rampant laugh from Flosa, all the symbols converged into a sky-high black flame that set the sky and clouds ablaze.

"I am—the Lord of Death!"

Frosa crushed the World Tree model slab and merged it into the flames and the sky, Frosa opened her mouth of white blood, and the flames poured wildly into his mythical body.

The entire City of Bones merged with him, and an unprecedented creature of death, mythical beings of the utmost mass, appeared in the midst of hell.