Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 484 Causes of Disintegration

Time goes back half a month.

While Master Lowry was waiting for a few horse boys to leave the church and set up camp at the edge of the Hesse Mire to wait, Xia Houyan was following Endric Thanatus all the way underground along the steps of the secret passage.

After entering the secret passage, Xia Houyan discovered that the underground of this Death Church was more mysterious than he imagined.

Although the entrance to the secret passage was pitch black, after following Endric Thanatus and turning a few corners, the light suddenly arrived:

On the stone walls on both sides of the stairs, skull-shaped lanterns gradually appeared every five or six meters. These everlasting lamps are carved from black stone, with skulls filled with blubber. The light blue flame danced slightly on the top of the skull, illuminating the long and narrow secret passage with an eerie look.

Xia Houyan remembered that Simon Adrian's secret laboratory in Blackwater Town, in the center of the undead-infected area, also had similar permanent lighting. It seemed that the aesthetic taste of this group of necromancers had not changed much.

However, the ever-burning lamps in this secret passage are much brighter than those under Adrian's house.

"Every hundred years, I wake up and add blubber to these lamps." Endric Thanatus had not said a word since entering the secret passage, but now he suddenly said, "But no one comes Pass."

"Then why add it?" Xia Houyan asked.

"Because I'm not waiting for someone to come here, but I'm waiting for someone to walk out of here."

Endric Thanatus stopped.

In front of him, two tall and thin black wooden doors, nearly twenty meters high, stood quietly. On both sides of the door, one skeleton lamp after another rose up one by one along the edge of the door, finally reflecting its entirety. Even though he was underground, facing these two giant doors, Xia Houyan felt dazzled as if he were close to a skyscraper or a mountain.

The entire huge door has no handles or any carvings, only the mysterious magical wood grains that are curved and coiled on the ancient black wood that is soaked in the magic power of the netherworld.

"The heart of this church... what you are looking for is behind the door." Endric Thanatus stared at Xia Houyan with his empty eye sockets, "If you are truly the successor of the Lord God, it will always be there. Waiting for you; but if you are not..."

Thanatus did not continue, but Xia Houyan knew what this dead skeleton meant.

However, given his nature, there is no way he would shrink back after reaching this point.

Endric Thanatus looked at the Lord of Frost Maple Ridge for a moment, and after confirming that the latter had no intention of shrinking, he stretched out his skeletal palm, gently pressed against the door leaf on the right, and then tilted his head towards Xia Houyan. For a moment.

Xia Houyan was stunned for a moment, then understood, imitating Thanatus's example, he stretched out his left hand to hold the other door.

Darkness consumed him.

……

"You...are in a desperate situation."

The bright sound like a bell echoed endlessly in the air, almost causing Xia Houyan's eardrums to hurt.

He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the voice was not directed at him.

At some point, he had left the dark and narrow passage of the church and came to a red wilderness.

——Yes, the red wilderness.

There was nothing all around, except for countless weeds burning brightly as far as the eye could see. The entire sky was also orange-red, not only because it was close to dusk, but also because of the reflection of the flames. The almost dazzling fire clouds spread across the sky like the flames spouted by a giant dragon.

Where is this? Xia Houyan was in a daze and reached out to touch the burning grass beside him.

It didn't hurt at all, and I didn't even feel the temperature. His fingers went straight through the blades of grass, safe in the flames.

Is this an illusion? Xia Houyan blinked, or was he in someone's memory?

"...Repent."

Another loud noise came from the air, interrupting Xia Houyan's thoughts. He quickly raised his head, looking for the source of the sound——

——Then, I saw:

It was a golden shadow in mid-air. The phantom stood tall in the sky, occupying the entire space in the field of vision, and could not be ignored no matter what. Xia Houyan wanted to know how high the phantom was, but no matter how high he looked up, he couldn't see where its top was.

——Even if there is no reference around him, he can be sure that this phantom must be taller and larger than the Dragon Bone Peak in the Soul Splitting Land.

What shocked Xiahou Yan even more was that he couldn't tell what the shape of the golden shadow was. At first glance, it looked like a giant in the sky holding a huge sword. At second glance, it seemed more like a giant dragon with its wings spread. At third glance, it seemed like a Type 96 "Apocalypse" chariot about to fire...

The phantom was there without any change, but Xia Houyan was unable to recognize its specific form visually: the phantom looked like everything in the world, as if between heaven and earth, past, present and future. Everything has been incorporated into itself and become a part of it.

"Don't be obsessed with appearances, look carefully." A voice sounded in Xia Houyan's ears.

Xia Houyan was startled and turned his head quickly, only to see a pale man wearing a black cloak appear beside him at some point, looking up at the giant golden shadow in the sky with him.

"Who are you?" Xia Houyan asked.

"Look carefully first." The pale man did not answer, but repeated calmly.

For a moment, Xia Houyan thought that this man was Endric Thanatus, but then he realized that it was not: the elemental rhythm exuding from this man was completely different from Thanatus. It would be better to say that whether this was an illusion or Looking back, Xia Houyan couldn't feel the slightest trace of the death priest's breath in the air.

——In other words, Thanatus did not come to this hellish place with him.

Now the only person keeping company with him is this mysterious man of unknown origin.

Xia Houyan, who was confused, finally obeyed the pale man's instructions and looked up again.

However, he still could not identify anything meaningful from the golden shadow. Only the loud voice from before came intermittently from the shadow, which were all broken and unwritten ancient Aeolian words. :

"...Redemption...Destruction...Holy...Death..."

These words seemed to have entities, causing violent vibrations in the air, and the fiery clouds in the sky also gathered and dispersed.

"I can't see anything!" Xia Houyan said loudly, "This golden shadow seems to be anything!"

"Look carefully again." The mysterious pale man whispered, "What exactly is it?"

"How do I know!" Xia Houyan almost shouted, "It... it is anything, so... it is nothing!"

This sentence seems to have magic power.

The moment Xia Houyan blurted out, the golden shadow in the sky shattered and dissipated, leaving only the core of the original golden shadow, with a dark human figure suspended in mid-air, doing something vaguely, too far away It’s hard to see clearly. Xia Houyan was stunned.

"Good eyesight." The mysterious pale man clapped his hands in appreciation, turned his head and chuckled, "Some things that look brilliant and magnificent are actually 'nothing', right?"

Xia Houyan looked back at the pale man in surprise, and the latter gave him the Michael the Great Salute in a dramatic manner:

"Dear future guests, Golsa sends you cordial greetings!"

"Golsa"...for some reason, this name seemed familiar to Xia Houyan. Ten seconds later, he thought about it and suddenly realized:

"Golsa! You! You are the third apostle of the God of War, 'Evil Thought' Golsa!"

The pale man looked a little joking:

"I didn't expect that after a thousand years, someone would still know about Teacher Edwin and me... It seems that as a fallen god, Teacher Edwin's belief has been passed down for a long time. I hope that people of your time will not betray me because of my betrayal." And he scolded me too much..."

"Fallen gods" - Golsa's words reminded Xia Houyan of the Blood Temple in Bloodthorn City, of the truths covered by a piece of red cloth, and of what countless orcs don't know today. Death of Ares.

He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of fate and realized that some huge truth was slowly being revealed to him.

"Unfortunately, I am not Gorsa himself, I am just a memory fragment he left here hundreds of years ago." The pale-faced "Golsa" chuckled, "My mission is Welcome guests like you."

"So, where are we?" Xia Houyan asked.

"Where do you think it is?" Golsa once again did not answer, but asked a rhetorical question.

Xia Houyan looked at the surrounding environment carefully. The grass all over the mountains and plains are still burning, but under the grassland, the terrain of the mountains and rivers does have a sense of familiarity, and the silhouettes of the buildings in the distance are even more familiar...

"Blood Front!" Xiahou Yan shouted quickly, "This is near Thorn City!"

"To be precise, this is the Thorn City 1,200 years ago." Gorsa crossed his arms and nodded with satisfaction, "We are at the scene where the Supreme Holy God disintegrated and sealed the God of Death."

In the distant midair, a black figure suddenly hammered down his arm, making a loud noise that shook the earth:

"...the end..."

Xia Houyan looked at Golsa blankly, stunned.

"The Supreme Holy God...the seal...the scene of Death...but why are we here?" He asked with some difficulty.

"Oh my God, shouldn't you ask yourself this question?" Golsa laughed, "Didn't you come to find the remains of the God of Death yourself? I am honored to tell you that what you found is the most fragmented of the many remains of the God of Death. The important piece - what you found this time is the head of Death! Poor Hayven Death! Before he died, he was so overwhelmed by the intense anger and hatred towards the Supreme God that he left behind this. Each memory is filled with a fiery bright red color... Future guests, we are now inside the head of Death, experiencing the doomsday memories in his old man's head!"

Xia Houyan took a breath of cold air.

He had already somewhat guessed that the "illusion" he was in was actually someone's past memory, but he never expected that this was actually the memory of the God of Death himself before his death!

A memory fragment of a god!

"Wait! Wait!" Xia Houyan suddenly raised his hand, "If this is really the last memory of the God of Death, where did you come from? "Evil Thoughts" Mr. Golsa? I think, when the God of Death was sealed You weren't there, were you?"

"It is true that I am not the native of this memory, but an 'intruder' who was later inserted into this memory." Golsa replied cheerfully, with an attitude so cordial that it seemed that the name "evil thoughts" had nothing to do with it. , "One hundred years after the God of Death was sealed, the 'evil thoughts' found his head, so he injected the fragments of his personality, that is, 'I' into the memory, waiting for future people like you to enter the memory. ”

"Why?" Xia Houyan asked, "Why did Golsa stuff a piece of his own personality into the God of Death's head?"

"Because, if I hadn't been your commentator and guide," Gorza winked slyly, "this deathbed memory of the God of Death would really be an incomprehensible garbage documentary."

This personality avatar left by "Evil Thought" personally looked up at the black figure in the sky, waved to Xia Houyan and said:

"Come on, let's not miss the most exciting scene..."

Xia Houyan had no time to react before he felt his body floating uncontrollably, following Golsa who was flying in the air and drifting towards the black figure in the distance.

As the two of them floated into the air, Xia Houyan was finally able to take a bird's eye view of the land beneath his feet.

In the field of vision, the boundless wasteland was burning, and the few places that were not affected by the flames were crowded with humans who were fleeing in fear. These humans, half-clothed and covered in dust, appear fragile and helpless from the air.

Farther away from them, on the crimson horizon, stands the City of Thorns, which has not changed much in thousands of years - this giant city of the Age of Gods built of moonstone is also dyed red, watching indifferently. The ground is filled with fireworks and mourning.

"Look, this is the last scene of the 'War of the Gods' era." Gorsa smacked his lips, admiring the scenery on the ground like a plate of caviar, "Well, those groups of unlucky humans over there, They are your ancient ancestors.”

Traveling through time and space and returning to the Haiwen Continent 1,200 years ago, Xia Houyan felt that everything around him was so wonderful.

However, he did not learn history well, so he frowned at Gorsa and asked:

"It's now twelve hundred years ago... At this time, does the Great Elf Empire still exist?"

"It still exists, but there are only a few days left to live. The fire of rebellion has swept through the empire, and it is falling apart before our eyes." Gorsa smiled cruelly, "The elves are indeed unlucky, but who made their mother goddess the 'Mother of the Gods'?" Where is the first loser in the battle?”

The pale man paused and grinned:

"...Now, let's go visit the last loser in the 'War of the Gods'."

Unconsciously, the two of them had almost flown close to the black figure in the sky.

Only then did Xia Houyan notice what was at the feet of the black figure:

It was a mummy wrapped in a black cloak. The mummy was lying straight on the ground, tightly bound by several thin golden chains, without any sign of life.

What made Xia Houyan a little disgusted was that the mummy was not even complete: one of his legs and one arm had been severed and rolled onto the loess on the side without any movement.

"This is the divine body of Hayven Death. Look, even if he is a god, he is no different from an ordinary mummy... And our supreme holy god——" Golsa stretched out his hand to gesture. The black figure in the sky "——is busy dismembering and sealing Him."

Following Golsa's instructions, Xia Houyan noticed that the movement of the black figure in the sky indeed seemed to be wielding an invisible ax: every time the figure's arm was raised and dropped, a meaning would pop out of his mouth. Unknown ancient Aeolian words, and then the death mummy on the ground will tremble suddenly, and there will be a shallow scar at the connection between its remaining arm and torso.

"Dismembering a body is a time-consuming and physical job." Golsa commented with his hands crossed, "It will take a long time until the Supreme Holy God cuts off this arm."

So, Xia Houyan accompanied Golsa, watching the disintegration drama with some speechlessness and some chills. The black figure in the sky, the "Supreme Holy God" as Golsa calls it, tirelessly wields the invisible void axe, slashing at the shoulders of the mummy of death again and again like a hard-working old farmer.

Just when Xia Houyan thought that this bloody B-level movie would go on forever, a sudden change occurred.

The mummy on the ground suddenly trembled violently, and the black figure in the sky also stopped moving - judging from the latter's reaction, this scene was obviously beyond his expectation.

Then, the mummy opened its mouth and roared:

"...Today...even though I die..."