Chapter 245 Death Sentence

512

In the Spiritual Religion, on the small island in the Wild Sea where the "Artificial Death Sect" was hidden, in an inverted mausoleum, a coffin in the deepest part suddenly exploded.

The fragments of the sarcophagus were scattered everywhere, and a pair of huge white wings stained with yellow oil suddenly spread out like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon!

The leader of the "Artificial Death Sect" and the former high priest of the Death Church of the Balam Empire, Heitel, raised his coffin, knelt down in the remains of his coffin with a fervent expression, and kept kowtowing in the direction of the southern continent.

The high priest who was eroded while worshiping the "artificial god of death" and somehow unlucky enough to awaken the spiritual imprint of the "god of death" and was polluted, got back to life after the real return of the god of death!

Boom! Boom!

The entire mausoleum was shaking because of His movements, but this was nothing compared to the changes in the outside world.

"Lord, the great God of Death!!"

Boom! Boom!

"Great God of Death! Please forgive your foolish servant for blaspheming you!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heitel raised his head, the smile on his face was so fanatical that it was terrifying:

"My compatriots and believers who follow me, there are so many stupid people like me!"

"Kneel down and pray!! For our folly and blasphemous arrogance!"

"Our God is back!!! Our Emperor is back!!!"

…

The dark clouds over the southern continent are getting bigger and bigger, almost covering the entire sky.

In the city of Aldera, ten minutes ago, members of the Spiritual Cult drove large groups of spirits and living corpses to build two huge four-sided flat-top pyramids in the center of the city square like building blocks, dedicated to the sacrifice of the Queen. already started.

Near the pyramid, there were members of the Spiritual Religion and the people from the Northern Continent who were being guarded.

All the members in the entire city of Aldera participated in this sacrifice. They knelt and sat in circles on the ground according to their status and status, filling the city square with water. Civilians who have immigrated to Aldera can also participate, but they must stand outside the square.

Therefore, there are many people waiting eagerly on the stairs, windowsills and roofs.

Time was urgent, and the two demigods each occupied one and presided over the sacrifice at the same time.

Sacrifice to the gods, and to the pale emperor who was the god's equivalent, was often not about the quantity, but about the sacrifice itself. Before the living sacrifice process began, the sacrifices that were too ordinary had been screened out, leaving only those with high status, such as nobles, descendants of nobles, and clergy from the northern continent.

Mirela wore the robe of a priest of the Church of Death and threw the life in her hand into the fire. The members of the Spiritual Cult chanted the honorable names of God and the Emperor.

The next sacrifice arrived, a young man who was relatively neatly dressed. He looked at Mirela's blood-covered hands with an expressionless expression.

"Young man, what is your name?" Mirella asked.

"I am the second son of Viscount Meyers of the Loen Kingdom, Milson of East Tucker County. I fought with your troops on the battlefield and obtained the status of a baron. After I die, I will go to the country of stars and tranquility! "The young knight said proudly.

"You are a brave young man. Don't worry, your wish will be fulfilled."

In the culture of the Southern Continent, those who are not afraid of death are worthy of respect, and Mirela also praised his courage.

The young man took a step forward and stood on the sacrificial aisle without changing his expression.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man's feet seemed to be stepping on time. He walked step by step towards Mirela in front of the fire. His face became more mature and deep, wrinkles climbed up his forehead and the corners of his eyes, and the back of his hands began to become shriveled. , his body slowly stooped down.

But life cannot be turned back, and death is doomed.

When he walked in front of Mirela, he had become a twilight old man. After taking the next step slowly and staggeringly, his body was reduced to ashes under the gaze of countless people, leaving only a living heart that fell to the ground, still beating. With.

Mirella took the heart, raised it to the sky, devoutly praised the name of the Pale Queen, and then threw it into the fire.

“Fearless soldiers march to the kingdom of God!”

The Spiritual Cult cheered, and the spirits hovered in the air, dancing wildly and playing sacrificial music dedicated to the warriors.

In such high-standard and complicated sacrifices, one sacrifice often takes one to two minutes, so the priests will choose to act at the same time.

On the other pyramid, a staggering sacrifice was also welcomed.

Under the majestic but cold gaze of the demigod, the somewhat bloated sacrifice shed tears, closed his mouth, and almost burst into tears, but he could not say a word. The spirit covered his mouth, Lifting his shoulders, he walked towards death step by step stiffly.

"A merchant from Intis goes to the realm of Death."

The demigod spoke concisely.

He randomly made up an identity based on the other person's clothing and appearance.

The people of the Spiritual Religion also showed great disapproval. Cowards who are afraid of death are not worthy of respect.

The next sacrifice was a priest wearing a blue-black robe, with dark patterns of waves and storms embroidered on the edges.

"I am the Bishop of Aldera Storm Church, Brar Bronn!" Bishop Storm stared at the demigod of the Spiritual Religion in front of him and spat in disgust, "I will go there myself without you having to do anything. To the side of God, to the sea where lightning and storm roar!”

The demigod of the Spiritual Religion said: "Maybe."

The Storm Bishop strode onto the obsidian path of sacrifice, looking determined and unwilling.

His pace became slower and slower, and death eroded step by step. He also turned into dust and flew away, leaving only the extraordinary characteristics of sea blue and a living heart.

"Pious storm believers, go to the kingdom of death."

The demigod announced somewhat gloatingly.

There was a burst of cheers, and the spirits still played songs of joy to the pagans who were not afraid of death.

The sacred sacrifices continued. Whether it's bravery, calmness, or crying, death favors everyone equally.

…

The sky and the earth were dark and dim. Starlight flickered in the pure black sky above Loen Colony. The church in Intis Colony began to shine brightly. Then, with the church as the center, the scope of the sunlight gradually expanded, but it only created a light source. Couldn't dispel the clouds.

The dark clouds in the sky lingered and swayed, slowly condensing into a virtual image of a feathered serpent the size of a mountain range.

Only by looking down from a very high place can you clearly see this huge mythical creature hovering over the southern continent. If you look up at the sky from the ground, not even one of its claws can be seen!

Brush, two pale flames ignited in the sky, like a pair of eyes, staring at those abominable outsiders in their own territory!

Through the descendants who actively sacrificed their memories, identities and souls, Death learned that his country had long been destroyed and his faith was in danger. In the mortal world, the gods from the northern continent destroyed the documents of the Balam Empire and took away various cultural relics of the Balam Empire. They then claimed that there had never been a true god in the southern continent and that the so-called God of Death was just a fabrication by the Eggers royal family. tool of domination.

In the extraordinary world, the gods worked together to erase the history and existence of the God of Death, reduce the traces of the occult as much as possible, control the backhand of resurrection, and let the "Death Archon" Azik Eggers wander around the northern continent for a thousand years. After all these years, I still can’t recall my mission!

A figure appeared above the head of the giant feathered serpent, his pale eyes looking at everything under his feet.

The sentence of death is heading straight to these cities!

The door to the underworld opened, and the roaring spirits violently invaded the real world. The dark clouds in the sky gradually condensed into terrifying and deep darkness.

In the colony, the previously uneasy Death believers knelt on the ground, cheered loudly and worshiped, but the police officers and garrison soldiers who maintained order were unable to stop them. Everything was reversed at this moment, the believers of the Seven Gods were trembling, while the believers of the God of Death were cheering!

Suddenly.

In the Intis colony, a church disappeared!

The only source of light and warmth that could comfort the residents was swallowed up by the darkness. Gas street lamps burst one after another, and the candlelight turned into a cold blue, and countless scattered spirits were reflected in the candlelight.

The coldness of death descends, and the city suddenly turns into a paradise for the undead.

The windows and doors were rumbled and shaken by the wind, and sounds like babies crying were heard. Countless vines and pale arms with baby faces protruded from them, pounced on the fleeing people, and dragged them equally to the underworld. of depth.

Railways, mines, and corners of cities, countless skeletal arms stretched out from the ground, grabbing the ankles of people on the ground without explanation and pulling them into the soil to keep company with the dead who had been dead for an unknown period of time.

The cold breath of death was overwhelming, and a city disappeared from the world in an instant.

Death slowly turned his head.

The eyes burning with pale flames reflected the night sky twinkling with stars.

The starry night sky suddenly crumbled, and the light of the stars quickly weakened, retreating and disappearing. At the same time, lightning and thunder rumbled, barely maintaining the retreating trend of the stars.

Death is still watching.

With just a look, the thick darkness rushed over in an instant, involuntarily swallowing up the silver snake-like lightning and the eye-like stars, causing the city to fall into absolute silence.

The help of the Night Goddess did not come.

Because, the God of Death learned from the memory of "Shia Eggers" that the Fusac Empire, the God of War, did not have a colony in the Southern Continent.

Then, the God of War must be happy to see the goddess of night's anchors greatly reduced.

Those who do not kneel will die, those who do not surrender will die, those who call out the names of the Seven Gods will die, those with evil intentions will die, and heretics will also die.

The anchor of Death grows rapidly, and casual believers become devout believers in a very short period of time. Even ordinary people who are spared by good luck will quickly become believers of Death after escaping.

After a long time, when the sun's rays penetrated the haze of death, the strolling God of Death finally stopped.

There was no expression on His sharp and beautiful face. The people who were lucky enough to escape cheered loudly, and death slowly receded.

The air of coldness and death suddenly intensified in the sky above Aldera. A white feather fell into the fire on the altar. In an instant, a voice appeared in everyone's mind.

"Praise the great God of Death! Praise the great God of Death!!"

The faces of the Spiritual Cult and all the people in the Southern Continent showed an almost obsessive joy at the same time. They stood up and performed a crazy and unstructured spiritual dance anywhere in the city.

"You are the essence of death!"

The two demigods fell to their knees and shouted loudly!

"You are the lord of the dead!"

The dead rejoiced and the living shouted in unison!

"You are the final destination of all living things!!"

In a frenzied atmosphere, Mirela took a deep breath and shouted out each other's names with her companions!

"The great God of Death! The noble Emperor of Hades!!"

"Welcome to your return, the wings of death cover everything in the world!!"

512

Azik slowly let go of the hand covering his head, with a trace of doubt in his painful eyes.

"I was rejected..."

He seemed to have finally determined something, suddenly relaxed, and even smiled.

"He gave up on me, He rejected me, He has returned and He doesn't even want to deal with the incomplete me now."

Klein listened in confusion, but he could hear a sense of happiness and relaxation in Azik's tone.

"Mr. Azik, what happened?" he asked.

Hearing this, Azik rubbed his temples and smiled at Klein:

"This is a long matter. I may need to tell you for a long time."

"To put it simply, my father... wants to use my body to resurrect his body. This is why I have always lost my memory."

"Now……"

Azik looked at the pure black clouds that were gradually dissipating in the distance. He felt that all the fog and pressure on his body had been dissipated, and he let out a long breath.

“… He has returned, but his plan to resurrect Him in me failed.”

"I was abandoned by Him, but maybe I'm used to my current life... This seems to be good."

Azik glanced around and continued:

"I can say that I am free now, but there are still things to be busy with, not to mention that I have to continue to live like this."

"I'll come back to you when all this is over."

"You'd better go to big cities like Backlund and Trier next. Places with divine protection are always safer. Of course, the best choice is the headquarters of major churches such as Pasu Island, but This creates additional dangers.”

Azik made a joke at the end, just like a normal Loen gentleman. This life experience seemed to have left the deepest mark on him. No matter how much his memory was restored, there were still obvious traces left.

As long as the memory is preserved, decades will not have much influence on thousands of years. But starting from a state of forgetting everything, twenty or thirty years are enough to reshape a person... Wait until Mr. Azik recovers completely Memory, will his life with different experiences lead to different personalities? It's really a profound question. I have to let Miss Justice think about it and "ask" the Psychological Alchemy Society for advice... While Klein was thinking about it, he saw that Mr. Azik didn't delve into the contradiction between himself and the Rose School of thought, so he secretly relaxed. After taking a breath, he turned to ask:

"Mr. Azik, what do you know about the 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

Azik shook his head:

“I didn’t even know He existed until I saw the letter you sent me.”

Don’t know about the “Mother Tree of Desire”? Klein was startled for a moment, then asked:

"What about the 'Bound God'?"

Azik shook his head again, sighed and smiled:

"In ancient times, he or they may have had other names."

Also, Mr. Azik started the life cycle of losing his memory and regaining it at the end of the Fourth Era, and has been "wandering" in the Northern Continent. The Rose School was born in the Southern Continent at the beginning of the Fifth Era... Klein nodded. , didn’t ask any more questions.

Azik was still busy with things, so after giving him a few more instructions, he took him through the spirit world again until he came to a place on the east coast of the Northern Continent, and left him on the beach.

Klein did not stop, and directly found a hidden and uninhabited cave nearby. He planned to go to "Grossell's Travels" first to see if the "Blood Admiral" had fallen into the travels. But a rare marionette.

"Who is the father that Mr. Azik is talking about?" Klein thought for a while, "Judging from the previous changes in the Southern Continent, I'm afraid he is an incredible existence, the King of Angels in the path of 'Death'? Or maybe it's... Death himself?"

"If such a person has been resurrected, I should really consider returning to Backlund as soon as possible."

TBC

——————

Azik: That’s not bad. Kline: Great.

Goddess/Adam:…………

God of War: Didn’t you just survive a 2+1? It’s not like you can’t beat me. Why do you look like you have no parents?