The knight in the abyss

Chapter 885 I hope you refuse
In addition to being obese, this worm with a human face transformed by a saint has some distinctive features: its body surface has a layer of almost transparent carapace, and rows of spine-like spikes are distributed in it; Its feet are also extraordinarily muscular, which means it's likely more mobile than it looks.The most impressive thing is its head, where there is a face exactly like Cyric's, but the mouth is full of fangs like daggers, so that it can't be closed at all. Anyone who looks at it At a glance, there is absolutely no doubt about the fighting power of this monster.

In fact, if such a worm was really born in the river of Styx, it would undoubtedly stand out from the crowd and quickly advance to a more advanced form.Maybe within 100 years, there will be a new demon lord in the multiverse.

Fortunately, it was born in such a closed demon realm, and it was still under the watchful eyes of two other hostile true gods.

Although the water of the Styx washed away its memory, it could not change its evil nature.The moment the worm landed on the ground, it immediately opened its bloody mouth to the nearest Lancelot, and bit fiercely towards his waist.

The human knight was in a state of high alert, so he reacted instinctively: he jumped back and easily dodged the attack of the deified worm, and the trident in his hand stabbed down, directly from between the worm's eyes. It went in and was firmly nailed to the ground.

The worm let out a miserable scream, the sound was as sharp as two rough metal plates rubbing against each other.Its plump body struggled crazily, and its yellowed body was like rolling waves, but Lancelot's hands holding the trident were like cast iron, pressing the head of the insect firmly to the ground, letting it struggle became futile.Slowly, the giant worm calmed down, and its body gradually melted like heated oil, eventually turning into a puddle of foul-smelling yellow pus.

'Oh ho ho ho, this should be regarded as killing gods, right? A joyful voice sounded in everyone's hearts, and the source was the Star Strike hanging on Lancelot's waist, "This title is much more powerful than your other messy titles, and it must be reported at the top in the future." '

"Eskordel?" The Raven Queen's surprised voice sounded, "Why are you here?"

'Greetings, my honorable queen, sorry for not being able to say hello just now, it is an honor to see your…entity again. Dagger happily replied, "But you have misunderstood the person. I am Wang Fu's Saber Star Strike. Wang Fu...has died in the battle of Androlina." '

"Ah...what a pity." The Raven Queen shrugged. "He is a man worthy of respect. He made some stupid mistakes, but he didn't escape the consequences...so why are you here?"

'Sir Lancelot went to Andrina once before, dug me out there, and solved once and for all the problems of the children trapped there...'

"Oh? He killed all the love assassins left there?"

'…Your sense of humor is still exceptional, ma'am. '

"So he took care of the Mother of Demons? It's an impressive record, but he does have this ability." The Raven Queen looked up at Kelemvor who was walking this way, "What are you going to do? Give that power to him?"

"What are you talking about?" Brutal couldn't help asking curiously, "What power?"

Kelemvor didn't speak, but just raised a scepter about two feet long.The main body of the scepter is made of white bones, one end is a nearly transparent crystal skull, and the other end is a square gemstone with a dark red and almost black color.The Lord of the Dead pointed the gemstone end of the scepter to the ground, and the foul-smelling pus immediately boiled like boiling water, and a large amount of mist rose from it, and was drawn towards the gemstone at the end of the scepter by an invisible force.

In less than half a minute, the stone ground became clean and tidy again, and on the scepter of the Lord of the Dead, a group of white light balls like substance gathered, and a special and pure aura emanated from it .Lancelot is no stranger to that kind of aura. He has felt it in Shuangqiao Town, in Androlina, and in the Obscure Realm, and just now in the battle with the Lich, when the opponent disturbed him with lies In his mind, Lancelot also felt the same breath.

This is divine power, unique in the multiverse, power beyond all known laws.

"Sir Lancelot, this is your trophy." The Lord of the Dead turned to the human knight and said to him in a complicated tone, "Accept it, and you will be immortal from now on. If there is a suitable opportunity in the future, you will become a True gods are not out of the question..."

"But?" Lancelot looked away after just glancing at the white ball of light.

"Why ask but?"

"It's a kind of intuition..." Lancelot scratched his head, "Although we haven't known each other for a short time, I already regard you as a true friend, and I believe you treat me the same way. If this is really something Good thing, you should be happier..."

"Hehe, is that so..." There was a soft laugh from under Kelemvor's cold mask, "...Yes, I hope you don't accept this power."

"The reason?"

"Because it's not worth it compared with what you will lose, my dear friend." Kelemvor said meaningfully, "Everyone knows the benefits of becoming a god, such as great power, eternal life, immortality reputation, but for you, do you really need to become a god to obtain these things?"

Lancelot remained silent, but his eyes changed slightly.

"Don't show that look, ser, I'm the lord of the dead, and in some ways sees it better than anyone. I don't know where you got that power from, probably somewhere far away, yes I don't care about that, but I'm glad you're not an evil person, and I see a lot of myself in you, maybe that's why we hit it off so well. In a way, I want to warn In fact, it was my past self..."

"Thank you for your approval, my lord. I am extremely honored." Lancelow gave a knight's salute very respectfully, "But you still haven't explained, what is the price of becoming a god?"

"Have you ever seen one of those slaves working on a manor, ser?"

"Of course, although I've never had one myself..."

"Then you must know that slaves will not work empty-handed, that would be too inefficient." Death said in a cold tone, "The manor owner will issue sickles for mowing grass, whips for driving cattle, and even some tools to deal with wild animals. improvised weapons, which would make them look mighty in the eyes of the lamb, and even attribute some truly great phenomena to them...but that doesn't change the fact that they are slaves, you know me mean?"

"Understood." Lancelot nodded, "Thank you for reminding me, my lord."

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