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The huge soul boat docked under the stairs of the gate of hell, representing death's ship, with lights flashing as if it was about to be extinguished.

Clarence, the seventh-level undead king, grabbed the bone oars of the Hell Ferryman, and the white bone claws of the undead creature and the strong arms under the robe of the Hell Ferryman.

Immediately I saw that thick black smoke emanated from the body of the ferrymen of the Styx and instilled into the body of the undead Maharaja Clarence.

The dark smoke spread across the sky, creating a trend of dark clouds pressing down on the top. The thick smoke kept gushing out of the ferryman's eyes, mouth, and ears, and was then washed in by the undead Majesty Carlarence.

"ah!"

The painful torture and sinking from the soul, even the controllers of dead creatures in the army of undead roared in pain, and the boned body trembled and kept swaying.

The robe on his body seemed to be corroded by time, turned into a ruined black hole. Darkness instilled into the robe, covering its face and soul, covering up his past, and cutting off his future.

"Lalala!Lala!"

“Ah~Ah~Ah~”

"Lala~"

The ferryman of the Styx put down his oars and walked off the Soul Boat at a loss. While walking, he was humming the song blankly, as if he was in a mad beggar everywhere on the roadside.

As he stepped down from the Soul Boat step by step, the black robe on his body gradually disappeared, revealing his face below. He was a tall and strong man with the characteristics of a half-orc, wearing decadent armor, the crown and gorgeous gems on his head, and under the grinding and erosion of time, the gems shattered and the magic gold became dull.

He slowly raised his head, and a faint light flashed in the center of his golden pupils, and the blood symbols and flames of the First King were burning in his eyes.

Lynn Ahenaton looked at his hands, filled with calluses and scars.

He held his hands high and looked at the sky through his fingers. A dark sun shone on the whole world, and a huge city of skeletons floated on the gates of hell.

"Haha!" Lynn Ahenaton burst into laughter.

He kept twisting his head and narrowing his eyes, his eyes were narrowed to a gap, his nose was wrinkled together, and his shoulders kept shaking, as if he saw a ridiculous farce or a funny silent drama, and he laughed so happily.

Then tears flowed out from Lynn Agenaton's eyes: "I finally ~ finally free!"

At this time, the city of skeletons in the sky also suppressed, and countless undead on the city emitted tragic howls. More than a dozen terrifying figures of the Lord of Death looked down at the earth from the clouds and stared at Lynn Ahnaton.

The huge city of skeletons fuses the manufacturing method of the floating city, and combines the power of more than a dozen level seven mythical existences. You can see the light of the artifact flashing. It can even be said that it is only one step away from the level eight mythical floating city.

Only when the city lord Flosa, who is the city of Skeleton City, is able to become a person who can compete with the true god.

Flosa looked at Lynn and said, "His Majesty Lynn, the great king of the ancient kingdom of Ahnaton, the blood of the original king, the owner of the sword of royal power! The noblest bloodline in the world!"

"I'm honored to see you!"

Flosa, who was extremely proud of the theory of noble blood and the noble birth, seemed to have some special worship to Lynn Agenaton.

Lin En's eyes were calm and lost his once arrogant, greedy and strong competitive spirit. His vicissitudes of face looked at the vast and endless River Styx in front of him. For ten thousand years, he has been attracting the dead souls of this world on this River Styx. No matter how powerful or brilliant it is, as long as he is on the name of the God of Death, he can only step onto his soul boat and unwilling to go to the kingdom of Death.

The thousands of years of memory and the glory of the past are gradually recalled by Lynn, and there are also the dead souls who are telling stories to him on the ferry.

When he heard Flosa's words at this moment, Lynn Agenaton seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing and looked at Flosa in shock: "The noblest bloodline? Hahahaha~"

"The noblest bloodline~ noble~ hahaha!"

It took a long time before Lin Neng looked up at Flosa and asked back, "Have you ever seen the Son of God? The oldest ~ the descendant of the Creator!"

"Have you seen it?"

When Lin En said this, his whole body trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his crazy roar revealed a strong sense of reluctance and helplessness: "Have you seen the position of the True God in the eyes of some people just toys that can be discarded at will, and you try everything and give up everything and feel that you are unavailable?"

"What the original king! What golden bloodline! It's ridiculous!"

"It's ridiculous! Everything is just a toy on someone else's hand!"

Lin Neng looked at the sky angrily, his face as ferocious as an evil ghost: "No matter how hard he works, no matter how unwilling he is, he can only wait for the choice of fate! We are chess pieces that are being fiddled with wantonly. If we don't accept arrangements or choices, we will only have the fate of being abandoned!"

The high-ranking Lord of Death looked at Lynn Agenaton and did not understand what he was saying at all. Instead, he felt that Lynn Agenaton had completely gone crazy under billions of years of detention.

Lynn Ahenaton didn't say anything more, stretched out his right hand, and a stone slab condensed from his palm.

The front of the slab is engraved with a complete world tree model, and the foundation stone rules of the seventeen true gods. On the back, it is the biggest taboo in this world, the method of reaching the true god, and the way to condense the priesthood of the true god.

Ordinary stone slabs seem to have gained the power and blessing of the entire world just because they are carved with the knowledge of this pattern and taboo.

A golden light slowly bloomed out from the stone slab, and finally gathered into a strong beam of light, dyeing the sky golden, and it took a long time to close.

At this time, everyone in the City of Skeletons was so excited that they could not help themselves and trembled all over.

The legends that countless people have been looking for one after another, and the taboo knowledge that has been strictly sealed by gods has become the only way for the true gods to be revealed to them at this moment.

"World Tree! That's the World Tree Model!" A death master was shrouded in gray fog, so excited that he couldn't even suppress his power. A fierce mythical power storm swept out.

"The way to condense the priesthood, as long as we have the way to condense the priesthood, we can also become level 8 and have the qualifications to compete for the position of the true god!"

"Take it down! Take it over!" A bone dragon roared wildly.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Flosa, the lord of the City of Skeleton, also looked at the stone slab in Lynn Agenaton's hand in a daze. He transformed into a huge mythical body. With the blessing of the City of Skeleton, he turned into a kilometer-high black smoke and flame giant.

He bent down from the sky and looked at Lynn Ahnaton.

The black smoke palms in his depths also became flashing due to excitement. He had been waiting for this day for seven or eight thousand years, and finally he saw the opportunity.

"Give it~give it~"

Lynn Ahenaton's eyes showed a look of contempt, and the stone slab emitting golden light in his hand was thrown out, as if he had thrown away a piece of garbage.

"Your one!"

Lynn Ahenaton walked upwards with a big stride, walked up to the gate of hell, and wanted to return to the main world through this door.

At this time, a huge soul-devouring steel fork was inserted into the ground, and strong flames were rubbed out under the interlaced. A pair of bloodthirsty pupils and monsters with sheep legs and horns stared at Lynn Ahnaton.

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

The bloody mouth rushes out a dark red hell fire: "Impossible!"

Lynn Ahenaton looked at the Soul-Devouring Sheep Demon Heim: "When I was holding the ferry, I once stood beside the ancient god of death, and I heard about some secrets about you!"

Lynn cracked his mouth, as if he remembered something very interesting and ridiculous: "Heim? Do you want to hear it?"

"Or? I should call you!"

"High Priest Anker Psuth!"
Chapter completed!