Low Dimensional Game

The huge soul boat is docked under the steps of the gate of hell. On the ship representing death, the lights are flickering dimly, as if they are about to go out.

Clarence, the seventh-level undead lord, desperately grabbed the bone oar of the Hell Ferryman, and the white bone claws of the undead creature intertwined with the strong arms under the Hell Ferryman's robe.

Immediately, he saw that thick black smoke emanated from the body of the Styx Ferryman and poured into the body of the undead lord Clarence.

The sky-high black smoke filled the sky, causing a tendency of dark clouds to overwhelm the top. Thick smoke continuously gushed out from the ferryman's eyes, mouth, and ears, and was then washed in by the undead lord Kararence.

"ah!"

The painful torment and sinking from the soul, even the master of the dead creatures in the undead army, roared in pain, and the bony body trembled and swayed constantly.

The robe on his body seemed to have been corroded by the years, and turned into a dilapidated black hole. Darkness was infused into the robe, covering its face and soul, covering his past, and cutting off his future.

"La la la! La la!"

"Ah~ ah~ ah~"

"La la~"

The ferryman on the Styx put down his oars, and stepped off the boat of souls in a daze, humming songs while walking, as despondent as a lunatic beggar that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

As he stepped off the soul boat step by step, the black robe on his body gradually disappeared, revealing the face underneath. It was a tall and strong man with half-orc features, wearing decayed armor, a crown and a crown on his head. Gorgeous gems, also under the grinding and erosion of the years, the gems shattered, and the magic gold became dull.

He raised his head slowly, a faint light flickered in the center of his golden pupils, and the blood symbol and flame of the First King burned blazingly in his eyes.

Lynn Akhenaton looked at her hands, which were calloused and bruised.

He held up his hands and looked at the sky through his fingers. A round of dark sun was shining on the whole world, and beside him was a huge city of bones floating on the gate of hell.

"Hehe!" Lynn Akhenaton cracked his mouth and laughed.

He laughed and kept turning his head, his eyes were narrowed until there was only a slit left, his nose was wrinkled together, his shoulders kept shrugging, as if he saw a ridiculous farce or a funny mime, and he laughed out of joy.

Then tears flowed from Lynn Akhenaton's eyes: "I'm finally free!"

At this time, the City of Bones in the sky was also suppressed, and countless undead on the city let out tragic howls, and a dozen terrifying figures of the Lord of Death overlooked the earth from above the clouds, and stared at Lin En Akhenaton.

The huge City of Bones combined the manufacturing method of the Floating Void City and the power of more than a dozen seven-level mythical existences. On it, the light of the artifact can be seen flickering. It can even be said that it is only one step away from reaching the eighth level. The level of the mythical floating city.

Only the city lord of the city of bones, Flossa, has reached level eight, and the city of bones can become an existence capable of competing with the true god.

Flossa looked at Lynn and said, "Your Majesty Lynn, the great king of the ancient Akhenaton Kingdom, the descendant of the original king, the owner of the sword of kingship! The most noble bloodline in the world!"

"nice to meet you!"

Flossa, who highly advocates the theory of noble bloodlines and noble birth, seems to have some special admiration for Lynn Akhenaton.

Lin En's eyes were indifferent, and he had lost the arrogance, greed and strong competitive spirit he once had. His vicissitudes of face looked at the vast and endless Styx River in front of him. The souls of the dead in this world, no matter how powerful and brilliant they are, as long as they are included in the list of the god of death, they can only step on the boat of his soul in the end, and head to the kingdom of the god of death unwillingly.

The memories of thousands of years and the glory of the past were recalled by Lin En little by little, as well as the souls of the dead who were on the ferry and told their stories to themselves.

But hearing Flossa's words at this moment, Lynn Akhenaton seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing, and looked at Flossa in astonishment: "The most noble blood? Hahahaha~"

"The one with the noblest bloodline~noble~hahaha!"

After a long time, Lynn raised his head to look at Flossa, and asked, "Have you seen the Son of God? The oldest ~ the heir of the Creator!"

"Have you seen it?"

When Lin En said this, his whole body trembled, his eyes were about to split open, and his frenzied roar revealed strong unwillingness and helplessness: "You have seen that the seat of the true god is just a toy that can be thrown away at will in the eyes of some people, but Do you feel like you’ve tried everything and given up everything but can’t get it?”

"What the first king! What golden blood! Ridiculous!"

"It's ridiculous! Everything is just a plaything in the hands of others!"

Lynn looked at the sky angrily, with a ferocious face like a ghost: "No matter how hard you work, no matter how unwilling you are, you can only wait for the choice of fate in the end! We are pawns that are manipulated wantonly, pawns that do not accept arrangements and choices , there is only the fate of being abandoned!"

The aloof master of death looked at Lynn Akhenaton, and didn't understand what he was saying at all. On the contrary, he felt that Lynn Akhenaton had gone completely crazy after being imprisoned for hundreds of millions of years.

Lynn Akhenaton didn't say anything more. He stretched out his right hand, and a stone slab formed on the palm of his hand.

On the front of the stone slab, there is a complete model of the world tree engraved, as well as the cornerstone laws of the seventeen true gods. On the back, it is the biggest taboo in this world, the method of ascending the true god, and how to gather the true god's priesthood.

Ordinary stone slabs seem to be blessed with the power of the whole world just because of the engraved lines and taboo knowledge.

The golden light slowly bloomed from the stone slab, and finally gathered into a strong beam of light, which dyed the sky golden, and it closed after a long time.

And at this time, everyone in the City of Bones was so excited that they couldn't help themselves, trembling all over.

The legends for thousands of years, the existence that countless people have been looking for, the taboo knowledge that is strictly sealed by the gods, and the only way to become a true god, are displayed in front of them at this moment.

"World Tree! That's the World Tree model!" A death master was shrouded in gray mist, so excited that he couldn't even suppress his strength, and a violent storm of mythical power swept out.

"The way to condense the priesthood, as long as we have the way to condense the priesthood, we can also become the eighth level, and have the qualifications to compete for the position of the true god!"

"Take it! Take it here!" A bone dragon roared frantically.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Flossa, the lord of the City of Bones, also stared blankly at the slate in Lynn Akhenaton's hand, and turned into a huge mythical body. Under the blessing, it turned into a giant of black smoke and flames as high as a kilometer.

He bent down directly from the sky, and looked at Lynn Akhenaton with both eyes.

The smoky palms in his depths also flickered with excitement. He had been waiting for this day for seven or eight thousand years, and finally he saw his chance.

"Give~give me~"

A contemptuous look appeared in Lynn Akhenaton's eyes, and he threw out the slate emitting a sky-high golden light, like throwing away a piece of garbage.

"It's yours!"

Lynn Akhenaton strode up towards the top, stepped onto the gate of hell, and wanted to return to the main world through this gate.

But at this time, the huge soul-eating steel fork was inserted into the ground, and strong flames were rubbed out under the intertwining. A pair of bloodthirsty pupils and a monster with lamb legs and horns fixed on Lynn Ah. Hernaton.

Haim looked angrily at Lynn who had played with him back then: "Do you want to leave so easily?"

The bloody mouth spewed out the dark red flames of hell: "Impossible!"

Lynn Akhenaton looked at the Soul Eater Goat Demon Haim: "When I was pulling the ferry, I once stood beside the ancient god of death, and I heard some secrets about you!"

Lynn opened his mouth, as if thinking of something very interesting and ridiculous: "Haim? Do you want to hear it?"

"Or? I should call you!"

"High Priest Anke Pusut!"

PS: It is estimated that everyone has forgotten this character, explain it! Anke Pusut, the first high priest of the Sky Temple, the former master of the god of death Setisis! Later, when he competed with Setisis for control of the Sky Temple, he was forced to commit suicide by Setisis.