The underworld is always gloomy, and in the sky, dark clouds cover the land, and unknown light sources cast a dark green light through the thick dark clouds, casting a miserable green light to all corners of this world. Wang Wei slowly walked out of his own temple. One of the so-called great gods of death in the underworld, he is now truly taking over this temple, after all, he is the ninth order, and he can be regarded as truly understanding what the power of death is.

Wang Wei did not choose to appear as the image of the god of death, but just draped a robe over his body, and the ghost swept around his body, and then conveyed his respect to Wang Wei in horror. Wang Wei didn't care about this, the underworld is a real world, and the rules here are very simple. The strong survive, the weak die. You only have to show enough respect for someone who is stronger than you so that you don't get eaten by the next one.

Not far from the temple, a wide river of black water blocked Wang Wei's way. This is the biggest traffic obstacle in the underworld, the River Styx. It is said that the water of the river here is the tears of the souls of the underworld that have accumulated over countless years, and its coldness can freeze the soul in an instant.

And here, it is the only way to go to the temple of Egger, the god of death.

In the underworld, patience is the most necessary, the Styx ferryman will answer everyone's call, but he will never appear in front of you immediately, he needs to row his boat to you, if he is lucky to be nearby, you don't have to wait long, if he leaves, then you will never see him until he returns. And if he comes and you go, and you release his pigeons, then you won't get any help from any of the Styx ferrymen next time.

Wang Wei knows the rules very well, because he has done this business.

Pick up a broken bone from the shore and throw it into the River Styx. The water of the River Styx did not make a single splash, and the whole broken bones disappeared into the river.

The waves rippled to the shore, shattering the intact face in the water.

"I didn't expect you to come back here. ”

A deep voice came from my ears. Wang Wei looked up, and in front of him was a huge canoe, and on the boat was a huge dry bone with a height of more than 100 meters, the dry bone was draped in a black robe, and one hand was holding a soul lamp the size of a house.

"I don't want to, if I can, but I have a mission. ”

Wang Wei said.

"The Great Death Reaper Iger said that he will wait for you in the Central Temple, and I will send you there, for free. ”

The ferryman hung the oil lamp on the bow of the boat, and Wang Wei jumped on the boat, the dim light could not even illuminate sleep, but it could reflect the faces of countless people in the water.

"These poor souls, drowning themselves in the River Styx, have eternally engraved their image on the waters. ”

I don't know why, Wang Wei felt as if he had a stomach full of emotion.

"Rest assured, they don't bite. ”

Said the ferryman.

"That's my famous quote. ”

Wang Wei protested.

"Now all the ferrymen of the River Styx will say this. ”

The ferryman ignored someone's protests.

"So, is it okay to charge for it?"

This time the ferryman did not answer, and Wang Wei did not expect the other party to answer at all. He just lay quietly on the boat, and it was very early to get from here to the central temple, and he didn't want to waste his time on the ferryman.

Because these big guys are boring.

The color of the sky in the underworld is always the same, thick and depressing, when he was here before, Wang Wei was very depressed by the weather, but now it seems that the air here is much better than other places, after all, the underworld is an extremely ** plane, and no disaster can spread to this plane, unless the residents here leave the underworld, otherwise, this is the safest place.

As a great god of death, or a great god of death who used to be a ferryman of the River Styx, Wang Wei knows very well where this river originates, but he doesn't know where this river will eventually flow, and countless souls accompany the river to places they don't know all the time, just like the future he imagined, it seems certain, but it is so ethereal.

The Underworld is a place of blurred time, especially on the River Styx, where every drop of the water of the River Styx runs according to its own laws, and only the boat of the River Styx ferryman can sail on it, and not even the Great Grim Reaper can touch even some of the icy water.

When he became a Styx ferryman, Wang Wei thought about a problem, as a Styx ferryman, but he couldn't touch the water, but this boat could, from the underworld, this boat appeared on the Styx, but the Styx ferryman was changed again and again, if there was really a god to interfere, then these gods were too boring.

Egger, however, did not see it that way.

He told Wang Wei that the boat is the boat, the Styx is the Styx, and the god is the god, and there is nothing to do with them, but it just happens that the boat is in the Styx, and it happens that the ferry of the Styx is on the boat.

At first glance, this sounds very philosophical language, but when you think about it, it's just.

Time passed, the boat stopped, and the huge Styx ferryman stretched out his hand to Wang Wei.

"Isn't it free?"

Wang Wei pursed his lips and looked at the huge skeleton, without the slightest intention of giving money.

"I don't want money, I want your sickle. ”

Skeleton said.

Wang Wei looked at the Styx ferryman, and then at the temple in the distance.

"That's smart. ”

Wang Wei stepped over, and then threw the sickle pendant around his neck into the skeleton's hand. The scythe pendant, which originally looked like dust to the skeleton, burst into a cloud of death smoke with a bang, and the terrifying scythe that grew into a hundred meters in the hands of the Styx ferryman.

"That way, I can be the next Great Death. ”

The Styx ferryman laughed, rowed his boat, carried his scythe, and disappeared into the fog of the River Styx.

This is the temple of the underworld, but there are no gods here, because in the underworld, death is the only faith. The history of the temple was done earlier than these Great Deaths, this is the first huge temple built by the Great Death, and all the scythes of the Great Death were taken from here. However, there is a weapon here that no one can take away.

Traces of the Immortal.

Legend has it that this was the scythe used by the master of the underworld, and the first Great Grim Reaper challenged the lord of the underworld, and then obtained this scythe, which established the current underworld. Later, the great Grim Reaper left this universe and traveled to other universes, and the scythe remained. For countless years, the original plains have turned into a sea of bones, the original mountains have been turned into basins by bones, and the underworld has been turned upside down, and the only thing that remains unchanged is that this scythe still cannot be taken away.

There is an unwritten rule for all the Great Deaths, as long as someone gets the Marks of Hades, then he is the ruler of all the Great Deaths.

The reason why Egger helped Wang Wei so much was because he got Xinghuo's promise. The Abyssal Dragon Queen promised that she would do her best to help Egger obtain the scythe, because Egg had already found a way to obtain the scythe, and there was a remnant of Hades consciousness in the Trace of Hades, and he would take the initiative to attack the person who picked him up, and Egg needed a strong enough presence to help him suppress the scythe's self-consciousness until Egg took control of the scythe.

But, obviously, Iger didn't need it in the first place.

"You should remember the agreement between us. ”

When Egger saw Wang Wei head-on, he didn't have the usual kind old man look, but said to Wang Wei quite seriously.

"Don't worry, if I come back alive, it means that I will never fall this thing again, and if I die, no one will rob you of it. ”

Wang Wei didn't stop at all, now that he and Egger are at the same level, there is no need for him to be modest with Egger.

"That's good. ”

Egger was relieved of Wang Wei's assurance, he could see Wang Wei's mood, he didn't like it here, he didn't care about the honor that this scythe brought him, he just needed a weapon that was strong enough.

"If it weren't for Takamori's death, his Demon Horn Battle Knife was completely damaged, I wouldn't have come to fight this scythe idea. You know, I'm not necessarily going to be able to use this stuff. ”

Wang Wei said.

"Don't worry, this scythe will adapt to you on its own, you don't need to adapt to him, he will tell you how you want to use this power. This power of Hades is not the power of death as you think, but the real rules of death. ”

The structure of the temple is very simple, that is, it is supported by nine stone pillars to support a huge space, and in the center, there is a light cluster, and in the center of the light cluster is the Hades Scythe

"I'll suppress the power of the scythe, you take it, and then use your power of death to drive the scythe until you gain his approval. ”

It's easy to say and easy to do, as long as there are two Great Grim Reapers, one of them will definitely get the Scythe.

However, each of the Great Grim wanted to be able to get the scythe for themselves and no one else, so the scythe had been kept here for so long that the Great Death began to see the scythe as a symbol rather than as a superweapon.

The light around the scythe was the will of the scythe, and Egger stretched out his hand, his bone-like palm into the light, and the light immediately shrunk by a few points. Wang Wei took the opportunity to hold the scythe in his hand, and the wails of the undead immediately came from the seemingly simple scythe. Then, Wang Wei's whole person actually entered a wonderful illusion.