Low Dimensional Game

The nine layers of hell are extremely vast, and each layer of hell has its own masters. They are the servants of the God of Death, replacing the God of Death to rule the entire world of death.

The endless river of death runs through the world of nine layers of death and reaches under the palace of the god of death.

Among the raging black waves, countless dead souls, evil spirits, and undead creatures groaned and groaned in the river, and the riverside along the way was covered with fog and shadows, covered with all kinds of creepy and strange black and gray plants. Under the river, there are piles of corpses and soul sand like mountains.

But at this moment, a dim light appeared in the depths of the river. The dim light, like a star, lit up from a distance, slowly emerged and rose, and slowly moved up the river from the depths of hell.

In the gloomy fog of hell, the gloom finally revealed its true colors.

It is a magical lamp of the soul. Wherever the light shines, all evil spirits and undead creatures are expelled. Thousands of them float on the vast river of Styx, and under the light, they are dispelled and eliminated, or Be suppressed at the bottom of the river.

And the dim lights at this station are hanging on a big black wooden boat. The big black boat comes from the depths of hell, receiving important souls coming and going.

An existence in a black robe, the black tattered black robe conceals his appearance, only a pair of golden eyes like the sun shining under the hood, he is holding a long bone pole, Push aside the muddy river water, and steer this soul boat up the Styx River.

"Deng thump! thump thump thump!"

"Dengdeng! Dengdeng!"

There was a strange beat from the boat, like bones rubbing against each other, and some bells were shaking. In this undead world full of terrifying wailing and hissing, the sound was long and clear, and it was particularly ear-piercing.

"Uh-huh……"

"La la la la! La la~ la la~ ah! la la!"

"Ah~ah! Hey~ah~ah!"

The people on the boat sang songs without knowing the so-called, and the singing voices were scattered and did not form a melody. It was full of a feeling of being at a loss, which made people even feel that this was a dumb person.

He is a man without memory and ego, with no memory of the past and no future.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw that the whole river of hell was dancing with his song, the waves beat with the rhythm of the song, with his peace and tranquility, with his high and loathing the monstrous waves, with his Gloomy and dark.

He followed the call and arrived in front of the gate of hell. The huge soul boat was moored under the steps of the gate of hell. In the river, with the waves sweeping, swallowing and sweeping away.

On the steps stood a row of more than a dozen figures, and even the soul-eating goat demon Heim, who was guarding the gate of hell, stood behind them.

Each of the dozen or so figures was hidden under a dark cloak. In addition, they also used witchcraft to cover up their mental power fluctuations and soul imprints, as if they were afraid that others would recognize them.

However, several people present could vaguely see items bearing the imprint of the God of Hell and Death on their bodies. If there were no mythical items to cover them, I am afraid that the unstoppable fluctuation of divine power would have soared into the sky long ago. Master, Death's most loyal servant.

As for the other few people, it can be seen from the bone rings on their hands that are faintly revealed under the long sleeves that they turned out to be an organization of necromancers that was suppressed and wiped out by the gods nearly ten thousand years ago. a member of.

"Look~look at this dazzling golden pupil!" Flossa rushed down from the steps excitedly, looking at the punters of the soul boat with great excitement.

"The last blood of the great King of Gold, the blood of the oldest king, the owner of the sword of kingship, has ended up like this!" Flossa's tone was frustrating, as if he was performing a stage play .

"boom!"

Soul-devouring goat demon Heim inserted the huge soul-devouring steel fork under the stone slab, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why did you choose this guy? He deceived me back then! This guy is my enemy!"

Flossa immediately said: "Lyn Akhenaton was the most favorable contender for the God of Earth and War back then, and even once the position of the true God should belong to him, as a mythical existence that has survived from ancient times, We need his help!"

"certainly!"

Flossa's voice changed: "He is the only one left, who has mastered the method of ascending to the position of the true god, and the existence of taboo knowledge such as the complete world tree and the cornerstone of the gods. Except for the seventeen true gods, no one can I know what the World Tree looks like, and I don’t know what the so-called cornerstone of the gods is!"

"And Lynn Akhenaton, He clearly knows that only with His help can we know!"

"The so-called true god! What the hell is it!"

When Flossa talked about the syllables that spoke of the true God, a strong greedy light burst out of his eyes, and his hands even trembled under his robe.

Flossa clenched her fists tightly, turned her head suddenly, looked at everyone, and said angrily, "Ten thousand years! Seventeen true gods have ruled this world for ten thousand years!"

"This world created by the Creator, this crystal wall system, belongs to everyone! It does not belong to some people!"

"Seventeen true gods are high above, enslaving all living beings, oppressing us, suppressing us! Why? Why do they occupy the position of true gods, we can only become slaves of their servants!"

"But, from now on, it's different, we have to tell them, tell everyone in the world!" Flossa stood on tiptoe excitedly, shouting frantically at everyone.

"Era~ From now on, enter a new era!"

"We want to pull down the so-called eternal and immortal true god from the cornerstone of the gods, we want to destroy the so-called indelible kingdom of God, and shoot down the stars from the sky!"

More than a dozen powerful beings all had strong rays of light pouring out of their bodies. Although they didn't say a word, everyone could feel a kind of unwillingness and anger burning. See the flames flickering.

As everyone roared, a dozen of them stood in a circle, as if forming a huge energy loop.

The blackness devoured the ground under their feet, as if forming an incomparably huge hollow.

Endless skeletons came out from under the earth, endless skeletons, dead souls, evil spirits, death knights, and skeletons poured out from under the earth.

All kinds of horrific dead creatures poured out of it, with no end in sight, and a huge city of bones was formed in front of the gate of hell, and Heim, the soul-eating goat demon who guarded the gate of hell, released the gate of hell. The power cut off and blocked all light and exploration.

The messenger of death who originally guarded here, the servant of the god of death who harvested souls, had been strangled long ago. This place has become a vacuum in hell. No one would have thought that Heim, the soul-eating goat demon guarding the gate of hell, would betray hell. , let alone think that the masters of several levels of hell also betrayed the god of death, including Mickey, the master of hell who controls the first level of hell.

Skeletons and hundreds of millions of undead are continuously integrated into the city of bones, just like a part that makes up the city. Corpse demons, bone dragons, liches, and soul corpses are all dark and terrifying existences that only exist in myths and legends. figure.

In the end, a terrifying city of undead that seemed to occupy the entire sky, composed of skeletons, flesh and blood, and dead spirits floated above the gate of hell. connect.

"Cut off the relationship between Mingri and this piece of Minghe!"

"Clarence! It's your turn!" The dozen or so powerful beings standing on the City of Bones looked at the ground with burning eyes.

A seventh-level undead monarch wearing a black robe walked down the steps, exuding a towering pillar of soul fire, as if passing through two isolated worlds, forcibly crushing the space barrier, and boarded the stairs. The boat of the soul.

Then he reached out and took the bony pole of the boatman, Lynn Akhenaton.