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The huge ship of souls docked under the stairs of the Gates of Hell, on the ship of death, its lights flickering as if it were about to be extinguished.

Clarence, the seventh-level undead lord, desperately grabbed the bone oars of the Hell Ferryman, and the bone claws of the necromantic creature of Bai Sensen interlaced with the strong arms under the robes of the Hell Ferryman.

Immediately, thick black smoke emanated from the body of the Styx Ferryman, and poured into the body of the undead Lord Clarence.

Black smoke filled the sky, creating a tendency for dark clouds to crush over, and smoke poured out of the ferryman's eyes, mouths, and ears, before being washed in by the undead Lord Callaren.

"Ahh

The painful torture and sinking from the soul, even the masters of the dead creatures in the army of the undead, roared in pain, and the bony body trembled and swayed.

The robe on its body seemed to have been corroded by time, turning into a dilapidated black hole, and darkness instilled into the robe, covering its face and soul, covering its past, cutting off its future.

"La-la-la! Lala! ”

"Ah~ah~ah~"

"Lala~"

The Styx ferryman put down his oars and walked off the soul boat in a daze, humming a song as he went, like a mad beggar who could be seen everywhere on the side of the road.

As he stepped step by step from the soul boat, the black robe on his body gradually disappeared, revealing his face underneath, it was a tall and sturdy man with half-orc characteristics, wearing rotten armor, the crown and ornate gems on his head, and under the wear and tear of the years, the gems were shattered, and the magic gold became dull.

He slowly raised his head, and in the center of his golden pupils, a faint light flickered, and the bloodline symbol and flame of the Primordial King burned in his eyes.

Lynn Ahnerton looked at his hands, which were full of calluses and scars.

He held his hands high and looked through his fingers at the sky, a dark sun shining on the whole world, and a huge city of bones floating above the gates of hell.

"Huh!" Lynn Ahnerton cracked his mouth and laughed.

He kept twisting his head with laughter, his eyes narrowed until there was only a slit, his nose wrinkled together, and his shoulders kept swaying, as if he had seen a ridiculous farce or a funny mime, and he couldn't stop laughing.

Then tears flowed out of Lynn Ahnerton's eyes: "I'm finally ~ finally free!" ”

And at this time, the city of bones in the sky was also suppressed, and countless undead in the city emitted a terrible howl, and more than a dozen terrifying figures of the Lord of Death looked down on the earth from above the clouds and looked at Lynn Ahnerton.

The huge City of Bones fused the manufacturing methods of the Floating City, fusing the power of more than a dozen seventh-level mythical-level existences, and the light of the artifact could be seen flickering on it, and it could even be said that it was only one step away from being able to reach the level of the eighth-level Mythical Floating City.

As long as the city lord of the City of Bones Flossa becomes level eight, this City of Bones can be transformed into an existence that can compete with the true gods.

Frosa looked at Lynn and said, "His Majesty Lynn, King of the Great Ancient Kingdom of Akhnaton, the bloodline of the First King and the owner of the Sword of Kingship! The noblest bloodline in the world! ”

"It's an honor to meet you!"

Flossa, who is extremely respectful of blood nobility and aristocratic birth, seems to have some kind of special worship for Lynn Ahnaton.

Lynn's gaze was indifferent, losing his former invincibility, greed and strong competitiveness, and his vicissitudes of life looked at the vast and endless river Styx in front of him, for 10,000 years, he had been on this river Styx to lead the souls of the dead in this world, no matter how powerful and brilliant his body was, as long as he was on the name of the god of death, he could only step on his soul boat in the end, and he was unwilling to go to the kingdom of the god of death.

The memories of 10,000 years and the glory of the past were recalled by Lynn little by little, as well as the souls who were on the ferry, telling stories to themselves.

And at this moment, hearing Flosa's words, Lynn Ahnaton seemed to have heard something most ridiculous, and looked at Frosa in dismay: "The noblest of blood? Hahahaha~"

"The noblest bloodline ~ noble ~ hahaha!"

After a long time, Lynn looked up at Flora and asked, "Have you ever seen the Son of God?" The oldest ~ heir of the Creator! ”

"Have you seen it?"

When Lynn said this, his whole body trembled, his eyes were about to split, and his crazy roar revealed a strong unwillingness and helplessness: "Have you ever seen the position of the true god in the eyes of some people just a toy that can be thrown away at will, and you have the feeling of trying everything and giving up everything but not being able to get it?" ”

"What the primordial king! What a golden bloodline! Amusing! ”

"It's ridiculous! Everything is just a plaything in someone else's hand! ”

Lynn looked at the sky angrily, his face was as hideous as a ghost: "No matter how hard you try, no matter how unwilling you are, you can only wait for the choice of fate in the end!" We are pawns to be manipulated wantonly, and if we do not accept arrangements and choices, we will only have the fate of being discarded! ”

The high-ranking Lord of Death looked at Lynn Ahnerton, not understanding what he was saying at all, but feeling that Lynn Ahnerton had gone completely crazy after hundreds of millions of years of captivity.

Lynn Ahnaton didn't say anything more, and stretched out his right hand, a stone slab condensed on the palm of his hand.

On the front of the slab, there is a complete model of the World Tree, as well as the Seventeen True Gods' Spiritual Cornerstone Laws, and on the back, it is the greatest taboo in this world, the method of ascending to the True God, and the way of condensing the priesthood of the True God.

It seems that the ordinary stone slab has been blessed by the power of the whole world just because it is engraved with this pattern and forbidden knowledge.

The golden light slowly bloomed from the stone slab, and finally converged into a strong pillar of light, dyeing the sky golden, and it took a long time to close.

And at this time, everyone in the City of Bones was so excited that they couldn't help themselves and trembled.

The legend of 10,000 years, the existence that countless people have gone to find one after another, and the forbidden knowledge that has been tightly sealed by the gods has become the only way to become a true god, and it is displayed in front of them at this moment.

"World Tree! That's the World Tree model! "A master of death was shrouded in gray mist, and his excitement could not even suppress his strength, and a violent storm of mythical power swept out.

"The way of condensing the priesthood, as long as we have the way of condensing the priesthood, we can also become the eighth level and have the qualifications to compete for the position of the true god!"

"Take it! Take it! A bone dragon roared madly.

"Give it to me! Give me! Flossa, the lord of the City of Bones, also looked at the stone tablet in Lynn Ahnerton's hand with a lost gaze, and the whole person turned into a huge mythical body, and under the blessing of the City of Bones, turned into a kilometer-high black smoke flame giant.

He leaned down from the sky and looked at Lynn Ahnerton.

The black smoke palm in his depths also flickered with excitement, he had been waiting for this day for seven or eight thousand years, and finally let him see the opportunity.

"Give~Give me~"

Lynn Ahnerton had a look of contempt in his eyes, and the slate in his hand that glowed with a sky-high golden light was thrown out like a piece of garbage.

"Yours is yours!"

Lynn Ahnaton strode up and walked to the gates of hell to return to the Overworld.

At this time, the huge Soul Eater steel fork was inserted into the ground, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes and monsters with legs and horns stared at Lynn Ahnaton deadly.

Heim looked angrily at Lynn, who had teased him back then: "Is it so easy to want to leave?" ”

The bloody mouth spewed out dark red hellfire: "Impossible! ”

Lynn Ahnaton looked at Soul Eater Demon Heim, "When I was on the ferry, I used to stand beside the ancient Grim Reaper, and I heard some secrets about you! ”

Lynn's mouth cracked, as if remembering something very funny and ridiculous: "Heim? Would you like to hear about it? ”

"Or is it? I should call you! ”

"High Priest Anker Pursut!"

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