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Life seems so fragile that even the longest-lived person is only a hundred years old, relative to the whole world

Words are insignificant.

But Hertus, the supreme king, has survived on earth for thousands of years, not even a single point of death

meaning.

He looked very old, but his appearance was frozen in his old age, and he did not continue to age and change

into a decaying body. He still seems to have the energy, can handle government affairs, and the whole person seems to be alive

For a long time.

He has the rights that everyone covets, and the life that is almost invisible, but his heart is long gone

These are on.

He was not a person who coveted enjoyment and power, and could even be said to be weak, after thousands of years

After the light, he is even more bearish on everything in the world.

The supreme power, the endless food, the beauties of the country and the city, he has enjoyed all the beauty in the world

, even if he didn't deliberately enjoy it, there would still be countless followers who took the initiative to send it.

No matter how good something is, once you get used to it, you won't feel anything. This is true of mortals, let alone self

Little Hetus doesn't care about these.

He was lonely at heart, and over a long period of time, his talent had grown stronger and had reached a point of terror

of the hierarchy.

Whether the eyes are open or closed, awake or asleep, there are many souls crying and howling in pain all the time

conveyed to him, and even made him empathize.

Among these souls are human beings, wild beasts, ancient trees, and even spirits born from the mountains

。

But at the moment of death, these souls were crying, crying in pain in his ears all the time,

It seems that there is some painful torture.

With his current strength, he has covered half of the world, and he can feel the cry of countless beings in his thoughts

Howl. In the end, this ability was not even limited to the dead.

When Hetus was one hundred years old, his abilities changed qualitatively, and he could feel the soul of a living person, and even see through it

Some thoughts of the other party. In the end, you can see the deep inscription of the other party's soul even in a thought

Imprint.

What the other party has done and what he is thinking, he can feel it at a thought, which makes countless people frightened.

In these past thousands of years, it has not been without ambition that wants to overthrow his rule and bring down his kingdom, but

But all of them were strangled by him at the beginning, and they couldn't fight against him at all.

And the manifestation of this ability undoubtedly makes his reputation even more mythical. In the world, the name of the Immortal King is there

The whole world resounded, and countless people were terrified.

Unlike the rest of this world, Hetus was born with a pair of dark eyes, with a strong force

Deterrence, which seems to be able to draw the eyes of others.

And black, in this world, symbolizes death and silence. This is also one of the sources of his name as the Immortal King

, no one is qualified to claim the fate of the Grim Reaper.

Over time, Hetus's personality became more and more cold.

He did not become tyrannical because of this, because such emotions had long been lost in his heart. For him, this

There is no so-called good and evil in the world at that time, only the pathetic souls of the miserable and mournful.

He had thought about ending his life, but in the end he found another problem.

He can feel hunger, he can feel pain, but he can't get hurt, he can't die.

He used to have his warriors stand in front of him and let them slash at him with their uniforms, and he used to sit in a palace and let people set him on fire

But as a result of all this, he walked out unscathed, barely able to even a single hair

Damage.

When a tomahawk strikes at his body, he will feel pain, but there will be no scars on his body. Flames filled him

On his body, he felt painful burns, but it couldn't really ignite even a single strand of his hair.

His body seemed to have undergone some kind of very special transformation, and his body began to have a quality like a soul

, even an inch of skin and a strand of hair are not something that others can hurt.

All kinds of methods have been tried, and the myth of the Immortal King has continued again and again, but he has always survived in the world without any changes

Change. As for the devastating pain he experienced in the process, for him, it was long gone

Any meaning.

The long loneliness hung over his head, and it never went away.

He had personally asked the high priest who was worshipping the Lord of the World in his country, asking him why he couldn't die.

The old High Priest sighed as he looked at Hetus's aging but unchanging figure.

"I have felt the power of the Lord in the Lord of the world, and now this power is over you. ”

"The eyes of the Lord are over all the worlds, and in the year you first ascended the throne, you made a vow like the Lord

and hope to be blessed by the Lord. ”

"The Lord has granted your request, and His power has always enveloped you. The power of protection makes your body no longer age,

can allow you to have an infinite life. If your body can't be injured, you'll be able to gallop on the battlefield all the time and won't be hit by anything

Defeated by the enemy. ”

"It's a blessing that countless people have dreamed of, but for you, it seems to have become a torture. ”

The high priest's eyes flickered with a little warm light, and he looked at Hetus in front of him, not respectfully, but seriously replied

Answer.

Listening to the words of the high priest, Hetus was silent for a long time, just silent.

"How do you remove this protection?" he said in a bitter voice, asking the high priest in front of him.

"The power of mortals touches the divine power of the Lord of the World, unless you go and ask the Lord of the World to let him lift the cage from you

The power of the cover, or... The high priest's tone paused, and his expression suddenly became solemn: "Do it yourself."

For God. ”

In an instant, a stormy wave surged in his heart, even with Hetus's already numb state of mind and will, at this time

I couldn't help but feel a fierce one in my heart, and looked at the high priest in front of me in disbelief.

He didn't say anything, just took a deep look at the high priest in front of him, and didn't pursue him for this great rebellion

words, and turned around and left.

In a place he couldn't see, wisps of purple world source power were still gathering, compared to three thousand years ago, he didn't know at this time

How many times has the Tao grown.

Hetus left the place and took the temple he had built for the Lord of the World.

He was undoubtedly an extremely determined and devout believer in the Lord of the World, and was responsible for building a temple almost larger than his royal palace

It is still grand, and the construction inside is extremely luxurious and eye-catching.

Here he knelt before the idol and prayed as reverently as before.

"My Lord, if you can feel the prayers of your faithful, answer them!"

He knelt here for a whole day, praying incessantly, and his heart was extremely miserable.

Under his prayers, it seemed that some miracle was happening, and a huge divine power suddenly descended into the temple

, sensed by Hetus.

This is undoubtedly the divine power of the Lord of the World, with boundless vastness and extreme splendor, and that force that is enough to open up the world

The power of the world.

In his confusion, Hetus seemed to see an old tree, exuding a clean air, and

A powerful force that can suppress everything has descended here.

Magical things began to happen, and Hetus was pleasantly surprised to discover that with the arrival of the Lord of the World, his special breath

The ability was gradually weakened, and eventually completely isolated.

The world was so quiet, and for a long time, the wails of the dead that had always accompanied him gradually disappeared, and he felt his heart

The spirit is extremely relaxed.

"Hetus, what do you want to do?"

In his confusion, a majestic, sacred word sounded directly in Hetus's heart, and he could not forget it

。

He struggled to recall the voice's appearance, but found that the memory in his mind was blank, only the voice

The meaning expressed is clearly etched in the mind, and it is impossible to forget.

So, he gave up on the idea and began to look at the idol in front of him.

The idol in front of it changed slightly, and a faint but divine light shrouded over it, making it very important

Began to undergo a metamorphosis.

Looking at the idol, Hertus recounted his request, quietly awaiting the judgment of the Lord of the World.

Ahead, hearing Hetus's request, the Lord of the World did not speak, and seemed a little silent, but the grandeur

The divine power always shrouded in this place, letting Hetus know that the other party did not leave.

"Why?" said the Lord of the World, the divine voice ringing in Hetus's ears, but not a single one

Silk traces.

"This was your request back then, and it was also your wish at that time, and there is no denying that this is the case, and why is it now

Are you going to do that again?"

"What mortals want in their lives is nothing more than life and possession. You have my protection, you can live for endless years, you have endless life. He also has the ability to be immortal, helping you start the dynasty in front of you and enjoy supreme power. ”

"Endless life, supreme rights, all the highest dreams of mortals in the world are possessed by you, what should you hesitate about?"

Feeling a little confused, the Lord of the Worlds whispered in a gentle tone and asked Hertus.

Hetus did not hesitate in this regard.

"The voice of a mortal is too short, so he can only keep longing for it. But I am different, too long and too long has worn out my will, too many experiences have made me begin to look down on everything in the world, and only the last soul is left to bear the baptism of these years. ”

"Mortal souls cannot bear your favor, which is why I ask you to take your divine power back. ”

He looked at the idol in front of him and shouted.

"But if you do that, without my protection, you will die at once, like those weeping souls, and eventually disappear. ”

The words of the Lord of the World continued to ring in his ears, but Hetus had long since lost his initial hesitation, and he continued to shout loudly: "I do not ask my soul to be baptized in this world, but only to the eternal silence of the soul, and the glory of the Lord in death!"

"Your will, I understand. The Lord of the World spoke, "But I still can't take back my promise." ”

"The promise of the gods cannot be taken back, and since I agreed to your request at the time, I will not take back my divine power now. It was a promise I made at the time, and it won't change no matter what you end up with. ”

"There's only one way to change that. ”

Hearing this, Hetus's heart slowly sank first, and then rose again: "What way?"

That is, you become a god yourself. ”

The ethereal voice sounded in his ears, and several earthquakes sounded in his heart.

He couldn't help but be stunned, maintaining his posture, and staring blankly at the idol in front of him.

"There is only another God who can reject one God. If you want to reject my divine power and decide your own destiny, you can only become a god yourself, and then you can truly have the full strength of your choice. ”

"And in my divine power lies the key to your becoming a god. ”

The gentle words of the Lord of the World continued: "Your fate has always been in your own hands. This choice was given to you long before I decided to bless you. ”

After saying this, in the vast temple, the divine and vast divine power that was originally ubiquitous disappeared in an instant. In front of Hertus, the tall statue of the god lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly becoming mundane.

A great will disappeared from here, representing the departure of the Lord of the World.

And witnessing all this, Hetus always maintained the same posture as before, and the expression on his face could no longer be maintained.

"My fate is in my hands?"

He stretched out his arm, looked at the aging skin on it and muttered to himself, his mood was inexplicably complicated.

He slowly stood up, bowed to the idol in front of him again, and then turned to leave.

The door to the temple gradually closed, but it was as if a new door had opened in Hetus's eyes.

He left the temple and returned to his palace.

Instead of dealing with the affairs of the kingdom as before, he left these things to someone else, and locked himself in a palace.

He did not eat or drink, and began to think and observe with all his heart, and his indifferent mind listened to the whole world, and the cry of the dead rang in his ears from time to time, but he did not care.

This life lasted for a long, long time, and decades later, a great riot broke out again in the kingdom.

The descendants of Hertus were defeated by the rebels, and even the capital was occupied.

He was locked in a palace alone.

He did not eat or drink, and began to think and observe with all his heart, and his indifferent mind listened to the whole world, and the cry of the dead rang in his ears from time to time, but he did not care.

This life lasted for a long, long time, and decades later, a great riot broke out again in the kingdom.

The descendants of Hertus were defeated by the rebels, and even the capital was occupied.