Chapter 546 Ferryman
Hundreds of years after the underworld was established, with the rapid growth of the population of the Western Fantasy World, more and more souls entered the underworld.
Especially in recent years, there have been frequent wars and turmoil on the mainland, and more and more people have died.
Those superhumans with stronger souls, after entering the underworld, are born stronger than ordinary people's souls.
Some of them have been waiting on the Styx River for hundreds of years and have not been picked up by the ferryman. Some of them are struggling in the Styx River and want to swim to the other side.
The longer you spend in the Styx, you will gradually be synchronized by the rules of the underworld and become part of the underworld.
In order not to be annihilated by the laws of the underworld, those powerful souls began to devour the souls of the weak in the Styx to maintain their own souls immortal.
This situation led to the emergence of many powerful dead souls in the Styx, and some of the dead spirits even reached the seventh-order level.
Whenever there are powerful dead souls who want to swim from the Styx River to the other side and want to swim back, there will be underworld messengers wearing black robes and wielding black scythes, destroying them and turning them into a part of the underworld.
When powerful dead souls resist entering the underworld with the help of special power, they will also appear to harvest souls.
The messenger of the underworld drags illusory shadows and wanders in the sky, maintaining the order of the entire underworld.
These messengers of the underworld were all priests of the Church of the Underworld, and were appointed as messengers of the underworld after their deaths to assist in the management of the underworld.
And with the continuous entry of priests and dead souls from the Church of the Underworld, the land of the underworld continued to expand.
In addition to the place where the Styx is, there are countless vast areas that are used to fill hundreds of millions of dead souls.
Under the action of the force of death, many creatures and plants unique to the underworld also appeared, such as various underworld beasts and other shore flowers.
Whether Amishu passed through the gate of the underworld or took the ship of Charon, the ferryman from the underworld, to the judgment seat, he was very calm.
Because An Mixiu knew that he was summoned by Chen Luo, not entering the underworld as a dead soul.
Only when he saw another ferryman, An Mixiu had a surprised expression on his face.
He could feel that the man had Oliver's breath, but it disappeared in an instant, making him a little unsure whether the ferryman was Oliver or not.
At this time, some undead struggled to climb on the ferry, but were expelled by an invisible force.
But as if they didn't know it was futile, they kept roaring in the Styx, and they continued to want to climb up in anger. Even if they were expelled again and again, they still refused to give up.
"Get out of here!"
Charon roared, the oars in his hand slapped on the Styx River, and the black waves swept away and swept across the Styx River. All the dead souls were immediately blasted out, and layer after layer was thrown away like garbage.
The Styx became quiet in an instant, but in less than a moment, countless hands stretched out from the bottom of the river, trying to pull it up on the side of the boat.
"I don't know what to do!"
The green light in Charon's eyes suddenly flashed, and all the dead souls on the side of the ship let out a sharp wailing sound, and instantly vanished into ashes.
This time, the Styx River was completely quiet, and no soul dared to approach the ferry again.
An Mixiu turned a blind eye to all this. He didn't move or speak, but just looked at another ferryman from a distance.
"Who is he?"
Charon noticed An Mixiu's line of sight, he bowed slightly, and said in a very respectful tone, "Go back to your lord, I don't know."
An Mixiu frowned, but didn't ask any more, because he knew that it was no use asking.
With Charon's ferry docked on the other side, An Mixiu had to withdraw his sight, set foot on the other side, and walked towards the trial table.
Along the way, countless messengers from the underworld are bowing to An Mixiu. They obviously know An Mixiu's identity and know that he may be the master of the underworld in the future.
Even the three six-winged dark angels on the judgment platform got up and watched Amyxiu walk past the judgment platform and head towards the Shrine of Death behind.
On the way to the Shrine of Death, there are a lot of black flowers in full bloom, as well as countless special plants of the underworld.
An Mixiu looked at the scene of the underworld, and thought about the whole process after the dead soul entered the underworld.
An Mixiu understood that this was what Chen Luo wanted him to see, and this was probably the purpose of summoning him.
"Is the three steps of screening, baptism, and termination really fair?"
"The order of the underworld seems to be maintained by these underworld messengers. Can they maintain the operation of the underworld with such a small amount?"
In the process of thinking, An Mixiu unknowingly arrived at the door of the Temple of Death.
The buildings here are taller and grander than the mortal temples, and the style is also dark and eerie.
Each temple is divided into very many layers, supported by huge pillars, and layer upon layer is superimposed.
The ground is all covered with wide stone slabs, passing through the temples, Anmitsu finally arrived at the deepest temple, which floats in the sky and is located at the highest point.
An Mixiu appeared in front of the stairs suspended in the air, leading to the palace on the top, through which, you can see a large number of death messengers coming and going.
When An Mixiu reached the highest temple step by step, the moment he saw Chen Luo, his calm and wise eyes instantly became excited.
For more than 100 years, An Mixiu has experienced countless wars and trials of life and death, and his mood has long since become immobile, but when he saw Chen Luo's moment again, his mood was immediately agitated and uncontrollable.
More than a hundred years ago, he was still an insignificant street beggar. At that time, he was only sixteen years old. It was Chen Luo who completely changed his destiny.
"Your Majesty, I finally see you again!"
With tears in his eyes, An Mixiu knelt down at Chen Luo's feet, touched the ground with his head, and bowed deeply.
Chen Luo looked at An Mixiu's vicissitudes and mature face, he couldn't help sighing, waved An Mixiu and stood up from the ground.
"An Mixiu, has the ideal country you expected been established?"
Chen Luo still remembers the words he said when he asked An Mixiu what kind of world he wanted to build, "Good and evil are rewarded, everyone's heart is drawn to the light, the world is no longer greedy for enjoyment, the weak have dignity, and the strong have dignity. Constrained."
An Mixiu felt ashamed for a moment, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
"Your Majesty! I was too incompetent to do it!"
Chen Luo reached out and patted An Mixiu on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "No, you did a good job and lived up to my entrustment. You are still young, and you still have enough time to fulfill your ambitions."