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Chapter 778: Something I don't want to understand

On the vast river Styx, the ferryman raised his head slightly, and said in a tone like stagnant water under his feet, "Tell me about it." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Looking at his reflection in the cold and deep river of backwater, Huai Shihuo said in a low voice: "Among the members of the Cross in the past generations, excluding the people who are still alive in the Cross now, there are a total of 1,943 people above the six-star level among the dead, not including the predecessor of the 'Black-Cloaked Raiding Team' in the past, your completely annihilated Legion - the Knights of the Apocalypse......"

For a moment, the brows of the two gods on the other side of the river furrowed, and there was a chilling chill in their eyes.

Feeling the killing intent of the two of them, Huai Shihuo sighed in a low voice: "Even if they are all dead, it makes no sense that they can't even be saved by the 'Resurrection Sacrifice', right?" ”

Above the River Styx, the old wooden boat was hidden in the rising white mist, and the increasingly hazy figure of the ferryman raised his head, and an indifferent soul fire lit up in the darkness beneath the hood.

"Just like that, won't you tell me?" Huai Shihuo smiled bitterly: "Indeed, you didn't give me a reason to answer the question. ”

In the silence, the Lord of Life and Death suddenly spoke: "It is true that some of them cannot be saved because of the existence of annihilation, but more of the rest ......"

He paused and whispered hoarsely, "All I can say is that this is their will." ”

In the diffuse mist, he suddenly let out an inexplicable sigh: "Sometimes the dead who sleep are happier than the living. ”

Huai Shihuo pondered silently, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Since this is the case, where they are buried...... Within your kingdom of God, right? ”

The ferryman nodded silently.

"That's another question." Huai Shihuo narrowed his eyes: "In that case, it won't be very difficult to resurrect them again, right?" ”

He paused for a moment and said seriously: "Especially among them, there is also the 'Knights of the Apocalypse', which is known as the 'Knights of the Apocalypse' who are all desperate and can even severely damage the 'king'. ”

"If you revive them, you can at least hurt me hard, right? If there were other hole cards, it wouldn't be impossible to even kill me......"

He looked at the ferryman on the River Styx and whispered in confusion, "But why don't you use it?" ”

He was right, in the Crusaders, all the war dead were buried in the 'Kingdom of the Dead' and voluntarily became part of the Kingdom of God, but until now, the Lord of the Dead and Living has never used the power they bring.

This is what Huai Shihuo is most curious about and most concerned about.

What is it that makes you reluctant to use their sleeping power at such an emergency when the cross is almost about to be broken?

Unless, you have some more important reason.

So he waited in silence, hoping to get an answer.

He couldn't see that the ferryman with the mist sticking out, his ten fingers had lost control and pinched a tiny crack in the oars, and there were angry green tendons trembling on the pale bones, as if he had been furious to the extreme.

"Don't defile the will of the dead!"

The whispers of the Lord of Life and Death echoed through the mist, hoarse and angry: "They are not giving me their souls, but they are not trying to indulge their own corpses and play with their determination like puppets!" ”

On the Ship of the River Styx, the ferryman looked at the enemy with a fierce gaze: "They believe in me and are willing to sleep in the land of the dead, then I should guard their peace until they decide to wake up."

Until then, it's my duty to guard their tombstones! ”

Huai Shihuo's eyes slowly widened, and he asked on the side of the slightly rippling stagnant water, "Even if you die, it's the same?" ”

Faced with the hostility and threat of the king, the Cross Grave Keeper suddenly laughed: "Say 'death' to the Lord of the Dead? ”

"Huai Shihuo, you are still the first!"

In an instant, the River Styx was boiling!

Countless souls and demons flew out of the depths of the River Styx, where they had been sealed for thousands of years, as the blisters shattered, screaming and smiling in the thick fog, turning into a tide of necromancy.

In the middle of the river, the Lord of Life and Death, atop the wooden boat, let go of the oars, cut his wrist, and watched the scarlet hue fall into the boiling river.

The gray River Styx, at this moment, was rendered into a bewitching and terrifying scarlet by the spread of blood.

Infinite resentment and anger are finally revealed, rendering the world into a dead gray gray, this is the true face of the River of Sighs!

They originally came from the world of the dead in thousands of planes, and under the guidance of the 'Land of the Dead', the blood and tears of countless dead people converged into this quiet and desperate river.

And at this moment, the despair that had been suppressed in the deepest part finally broke out under the temptation of the blood of the gods!

Countless ghosts from the world of the thousands of dead began to riot, devouring each other and engaging in fierce battles, turning the otherwise quiet stagnant waters into boiling rivers of blood.

And just on the banks of the boiling river of blood, a broken and trembling palm suddenly stretched out from the river, clenching Huai Shihuo's ankle, as if to drag him into it.

Slowly bowing his head, Huai Shihuo stretched out his palm and clenched that wrist.

Silently, the palm condensed by despair and resentment dissipated in his hand, and it was assimilated by Huai Shihuo's own martial will in an instant, and it was exceeded?!

Watching his movements, the Lord of Death and Life just sneered.

In this river, is there any resentment and despair of a man? If you can get over it, then why do you call it the River of Sighs?

The resentment of the dead in countless worlds, the amount of horror that even the gods could not know, not even the 'Ganges Sands' could encapsulate its scale.

Hell has never been a place where anyone can save by giving their lives, and it is thanks to the sacrifice and despair of countless people that the world works.

Otherwise, how can we support that ethereal 'heaven'?

"Have you ever heard their desperate cries? Do you remember? ”

In the blood-colored boiling river, the ferryman looked down on the despair of the countless dead, whispered, and finally rowed the oars.

In an instant, the divine power of death and life surged like a tide, dragging the river of the dead that ran through thousands of worlds, and began an incredible shock.

In the noisy sound of the sea tide, countless people roared in despair and anger, and everyone's faces with blood and tears were reflected in the scarlet waves, and the surging sound was the convergence of countless desperate prayers.

At this moment, the wrath of the dead in countless worlds finally erupted, and the screams of despair that tore through all light were born and spread from the whirlpool in the middle of the river at this moment.

The entire river was lowered several meters in an instant, and in the midst of the countless mist and water vapor evaporation, a faint illusory silhouette appeared.

As if struggling through the mud, a vague figure emerged from the river of blood, its shattered body roaring at its tiny foe.

With the slow lifting of his right arm, the river of sighs of gray, black and blood-red suddenly turned into a clear stream that was penetrating to the limit.

And all the resentment and despair converged at an incredible speed, turning into a sword of bones that sliced through the world, held in the hands of a blurred human form, and slashed down with the low roar of the Lord of Life and Death!

When the resentment of the entire River of the Dead turned into a sword blade under the condensation of divine power, Huai Shihuo sighed again.

Still without any earth-shattering signs, his palms raised silently and rested on top of his head.

Just like that, the sword of despair that was enough to crush the entire world came to an abrupt end, as if it had encountered some terrifying barrier, and in front of his palm, he could not advance an inch.

Raising his head, Huai Shihuo looked at the Sword of Bones that was a stone's throw away from him, and whispered: "With the unwillingness and despair of the deceased, the whole world will become the land of the dead, just with this kind of power, you already have the potential to ascend to the throne." ”

"It's just...... Why? ”

He sighed slowly, his fingers clenched slowly.

In his slow motion, the Sword of Bones collapsed silently, and the resentment of countless people dissipated like dust.

In the rain of dust like heavy snow, Huai Shihuo's throat let out a sigh of doubt and compassion.

It's unstoppable, but why are you still in front of me?

You have such qualifications, why haven't you been on the throne you should have?

I know better than anyone why I just don't understand the ...... between kings and gods. The difference between the abyss?!

At that moment, he stepped towards the river of the dead that engulfed everything.

The river trembled under the terrifying momentum that seemed to fall from the sky like a meteor, and it broke off with the terrifying power that erupted from the shell of Huai Shihuo.

In one step, the river of the dead will be cut off, and all power will be wiped out in a single thought.

So simply, in front of Huai Shihuo, the shattered River Styx slowly parted on both sides, revealing an avenue large enough for hundreds of people to move side by side.

The strongest defense of the country of the dead is so vulnerable in his hands.

This is an iron rule that they all know to each other - before the kingship, any law that is not written into the core of the infinite world is as fragile as thin paper!

With one step, the dry and soft soil was still under his feet, and Huai Shihuo approached unhurriedly, and the terrifying momentum spread like iron and stone, stuck in the enemy's chest, making him almost suffocate.

As the River Styx shattered, the facial features of the Lord of Life and Death oozed scarlet blood that could not be concealed, and under the pressure of the momentum, he tried his best to breathe.

Regardless of the kind of Void Realm's shock, it was only an important part of the Divine Domain, and the shock he received was enough to cause him to be severely damaged. 、

Why, don't understand?

Facing Huai Shihuo's question, the corners of the mouth of the Lord of Death and Life under the broken hood pulled up a complicated smile, and whispered in the midst of breath: "It's not that I can't understand, it's just ......"

At that moment, his five fingers suddenly tightened, and the River Styx, which had been excluded on both sides of the avenue by the Divine Power and the Realm Split, suddenly made a sound like a tsunami, and it completely collapsed.

The burst of divine power intertwined into a hazy darkness that even a king could plunge into in an instant!

In order to discard the most important part of the divine domain, burn it completely, and turn it into a spell of bondage, its name is called-

- The Land of the Dead. Seal of the Living!

As if separated by life and death, the terrifying seal unfolded in an instant, forming an endless darkness that engulfed Huai Shihuo's figure.

Then, in the darkness, a flame so hot that it burned the world to ashes lit up, piercing the Huaishi fire!

At some point, Aaron, who appeared in front of him, slowly raised his head and smiled weakly.

Looking at Huai Shihuo's surprised face, Aaron's trembling fingers let go of 'Gangneel', staggered back a step, and whispered the unfinished words of his comrades:

"It's just that I don't want to understand!"

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