Low Dimensional Game

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

And the endless undead creatures in the distance are constantly rushing here, and the evil spirits like the ocean come from the depths of hell to meet the undead master standing on the city of bones.

For thousands of years, the beings who have been exiled to the depths of hell and suppressed in hell have been revived one by one and climbed up from the earth.

The dark ghosts hundreds of meters high screamed, groups of banshees howled through the gray clouds of hell, and huge bone dragons hovered in the sky carrying flying monsters.

The skeletal mage holding the bone staff climbed up from the ashes with thousands of undead, and the death knights held their heads and summoned their nightmare mounts.

The riots of undead creatures can be seen everywhere on the earth, rushing here layer by layer, even rushing across the river Styx, kneeling before the gate of hell, and meeting the ruler of the undead.

The huge movement could no longer be concealed. The bells in the Nine Hells rang from the palace of the God of Death and echoed throughout the hell.

Hundreds of millions of servants of the god of death poured out from the cities of souls, holding the scythe of death, and going all out.

The remaining masters of the ninth floor of hell who have not yet rebelled also led their subordinates and the death army to prepare for the battle with all their strength.

In the kingdom of stars, the gods are holding a meeting on the plane of the black sea.

The huge bodies of the seventeen true gods landed on the floating island of the gods, like seventeen mountains emitting intense light, representing the power of their rules and the symbols symbolized by the cornerstone of the throne, revolving around them.

At this moment, Setixis, who was sitting on the seat of the gods, holding the death scythe, suddenly raised his head and looked down the earth in shock. His eyes penetrated layers of space, endless sky, and the main world. To the kingdom of death.

He heard the bells from the kingdom of the dead.

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Before the gates of hell~

"The so-called great god of death and ruler of hell, Setixis, is nothing more than your former servant!" Lynn Akhenaton stood at the gate of hell and danced. Everyone was listening to his story, which one belonged to? Ten thousand years ago, the origin story of the Sky Temple.

Legends and stories belonging to Ankh Pusut, High Priest of the Sky Temple.

"You used to be the master of Setisis, but now~hahaha~now~"

"You are watching the gate for Setisis~ Be a dog for Setisis~"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Anke Pusut~!"

"What a cruel fate! What a strong reversal! Everything is like a bad old drama, and you are a clown who makes people laugh, being played around!"

Lynn Akhenaton couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a big laugh, wantonly mocking the Soul Eater Goat Demon Haim.

As if this could make him forget his pain and everything about himself.

"An~ke~Psut~" Holding the steel fork of Soul Devourer, Heim, the demon god of hell, lowered his hands at this moment, muttering to himself the name that was so long ago and almost completely forgotten.

Heim stands under the gate of hell. The combination of the huge body and the tall gate of hell represents the entrance of hell.

For thousands of years, the gate of hell and the monster Soul Eater Goat Demon Heim who guard the gate of hell have been connected together, and they are forever inseparable.

Even Haim has forgotten what he used to be, everything about him, and the glory and identity that belonged to him.

"I am the demon god Heim who guards the gates of hell!"

"No! I am... I am..."

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

"I'm Anke Pusut!"

"I am the High Priest of the Sky Temple! I am God's favorite High Priest, and I am his chosen spokesperson!"

"I am an apostle of God, the first follower of Your Majesty!"

Anke Pusut looked at his hands, only to see a pair of ugly monster's sharp claws appearing in front of his eyes, he touched his face in shock, it was an ugly and ferocious face with horns.

"No! No! It's not me~" Anke Pusut shook his hands violently.

"this is not me!"

He roared angrily, and a strong flame spewed out from his bloody mouth.

He looked around in shock, and saw the gate of hell that He had guarded for thousands of years.

I saw the huge city of bones, saw endless monsters running on the ground, and finally raised my head to look at the eternal sun.

He stretched out his hand, bewildered, toward the sun that represents hell and death: "Is this your choice?"

"No! It's not like this~ Why did I end up like this!" He roared angrily, he couldn't believe what he saw, he couldn't believe that he was like a dog standing in front of the gate of hell, guarding the entrance The gates of the kingdom of death.

In the end, he looked at the surging Styx, and the depths of hell along the Styx, and saw the Palace of Death, as if he vaguely saw the huge god in black robe holding the death scythe shadow.

At this moment, he could no longer bear it, and anger, jealousy, and hatred flooded into his head.

The enmity that has lasted for thousands of years has all been reduced to one sentence at this moment.

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength to call out that name, trembling from the soles of his feet to his ferocious face, his whole body was burning with flames, the huge flames ignited the entire gate of hell, and dyed the sky red.

"S-T-S-S!"

The soul-devouring goat demon Heim rushed down from the gate of hell recklessly. The connection between the gate of hell and the dark sun that was originally guarding it had been severed. into the vast river of Styx.

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

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

"Setixis!" The voice was frantic and trembling, the thick flames evaporated the Styx, and thousands of undead burned the black smoke of the city in the flames.

He turned into a gigantic body of several thousand meters, stepped on the Styx River, and broke into the next level of hell.

Lynn Akhenaton looked at Anke Pusut, looked at his appearance, had a more miserable ending and experience than himself, and Lynn Akhenaton, who kept laughing at him, laughed suddenly Lost all motivation.

Because he felt that this was not only mocking Anke Pusut, but also mocking himself.

Because there is no difference between him and Anke Pusut.

"Ten thousand years~~"

"Ten thousand years!"

Lynn Akhenaton looked at himself blankly, took off the rotten crown on his head, brushed it lightly, and saw the gemstones on it turned into dust and scattered.

Looking back suddenly, I found that everything has been covered by time, all memories have become history, and I have also become a legend.

Everything here is no longer the world he is familiar with, leaving him only humiliation, pain and regret.

"I'm leaving this world!"

Even in the age when the Creator is gone, he is unwilling to stay here anymore!

Lynn Akhenaton lost all interest and motivation, walked through the gates of hell, and disappeared into the realm of the dead.

In the sky, Flossa, who was holding the world tree model and the cornerstone of the gods, grasped the golden slate, and there were a lot of symbols flashing around it, and the symbols representing the priesthood of death moved around the city of bones.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"The priesthood~ This is the priesthood!"

"I feel it, this is... this is... what we have been looking for~the true meaning of death~"

"This is death!"

Hundreds of millions of symbols revolved around the City of Bones like a galaxy, and finally, with Flossa's wild laughter, all the symbols converged into a black flame that soared into the sky, igniting the sky and the clouds.

"I am—the master of death!"

Flossa crushed the World Tree model slate, and it also integrated into the flames and the sky. Flossa opened his pale and bloody mouth, and the flames poured wildly into his mythical body.

The entire city of bones merged with him, and an unprecedented dead creature, an extremely huge mythical life, appeared in hell.