goddess of revolution

Chapter 1211 Grandpa's efforts are not the same as the red god of death

Numerous tombstones are filled into the Styx River on the back of the Fort of the Living Dead, and the God of Death, holding a soul lamp and a lasso, guides the hundreds of millions of living souls who have not yet been "naturalized". .

Although these living souls have been bound by the power of death, their souls have not yet fully entered the underworld, and are in a chaotic and primitive state.The master of the necropolis, the Lord of the Dead, has no ability to restrain or drive them, but to guide them to the underworld.

The living soul either sinks into the river of Styx to be completely dispelled, or follows the nature of the soul's existence, enters the underworld, becomes a part of the underworld, and becomes a pure dead soul.Another cycle in which the soul is in a state of death in endless slavery, a cycle of cold pain, and the law of the jungle.

The god attendants of the Lord of Death are all in dark robes with their faces hidden in the hoods. They carry soul lamps that are no different from dim oil lamps. There is no difference between a graveman or a gravedigger.

The god attendants gathered in several groups, like rocks or gates, guiding the torrent of living souls along the section of the River Styx filled with tombstones, rushing towards the Fort of the Living Dead.The side of the fort was not equipped with enough firepower because it relied on the Styx River.

The brigade of scavengers, butchers and monitors, as well as the magic artillery vehicles moved urgently to the side of the fortress, and the deathclaw gunships modified by devil rays in the air also moved over in groups.But the effect of a hasty response is definitely not as good as a perfect plan in advance. The scene of hundreds of millions of living souls rushing into the fortress barrier and breaking the inner defense line seems to be seen in the next second. The effect of the fortress barrier on the living souls is far Not as good as dead souls.

Somewhere in the "light reef" where countless death-god attendants gathered, a huge phantom obscured the light even more dimly, and the face of an old man could be seen in the phantom.

Strictly speaking, Bessequis, Lord of Death, was the first Finn god that Little Red Li Qi saw.From the time of the Fei Communist Party to the era of the Red Federation, it has been unknown.When the Chilian and the god of death join forces and march into hell together, He is just a sounding board, and later becomes completely transparent.

Even the East Fern Diocese of the Church of the Dead established by Him among the living, from the archbishop to the junior minister, all defected to the Red Federation.It was only with the support of Alishan that the church was rebuilt in East and West Fern.

In the eyes of the gods and high-level leaders of the Red Federation, Bersequis is already the meat in the pot, and sooner or later he will join the big family of the Red Federation.It's just because it has a strong connection with the god of death, and it's too rough to directly pull it, so it's just as a united object of the united front, and get along silently.

This silence really made this god forget...

Now that Bersequis jumped out like this, it was really beyond everyone's expectations.

"I knew it, you have forgotten my existence..."

The old man in "Light Reef" had a weird expression on his face, and he didn't know if it was resentment or something, but it shouldn't be an emotion that a god would have.

"Now I should understand that I am not a dispensable god."

Bersequis sighed with ignorance of God Attendant: "Little Alisanne, I will let you know..."

Spiritual thoughts fluctuated, making the soul lamp flutter like a gust of wind: "I am no longer... the doorman in the reception room!"

A huge soul lamp rose high, and the light emitted made the surrounding souls stop suddenly.The scope of the light is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more living souls are affected, and finally it even covers the blocked section of the Styx River, causing the torrent of living souls hitting the fortress to stagnate suddenly.

Just when the soul lamp became brighter and Bersequis was about to issue some extraordinary instructions, a circle of gray golden light swayed in the fortress, and a huge phantom rose from the ground, quickly surpassing the thousand-meter-high enchantment tower in the center of the fortress , rose to the height where the entire fortress looked like his war robe and skirt armor.

Under the phantom, the golden light ripples, and the phantom continues to solidify in the waves.In the invisible space, the power that is gushing out rapidly is very familiar to anyone who believes in gods.Because that is the characteristic of power that they will have. Only that kind of power can absorb the souls of mortals, and can surpass all kinds of enchantment barriers, and establish their own kingdom in the world.

When the phantom was almost filled into a solid body, and the details were extremely clear, Bersequis's divine thoughts shook: "Otto!?"

Otto, who had turned into a giant, lowered his head and stretched out his hand, pulling up the embankment that was originally used to block the River Styx.This dam is one thousand meters long, hundreds of meters high and wide, and made of magic metal wrapped ghost stones. In his hands, the dam is short and thin, no different from a crowbar.

The gray and golden light overflowed from the palm of his hand, dyeing the embankment into the same color. Otto swung the crowbar, which weighed tens of thousands of tons, and smashed it towards the living souls outside the fortress, and even the death servants where Bersequis was.

"wait wait wait--!"

Bersequis was shocked, and anxiously sent out his divine thoughts: "Otto! I am not an enemy!"

At this time, Otto's eyes were shining with golden light, and his soul was being pushed to the limit by the power of hundreds of thousands of heroes gathered in one place. It was a completely unconscious action, and it would not be moved by Bersequis' divine thoughts.

At the critical moment, the Lord of Death also broke out. At a speed never seen before in his life, he took out a... mobile phone and pressed the correct button.

"crooked--!"

The old man eagerly shouted to the other end of the phone: "Alishan? Hurry up and send a letter to Otto!"

"That guy has no tacit understanding at all. When I made a big battle, he regarded me as an enemy, and now he has become a god!"

"Hey, hey! Hurry up! If you don't stop him, I'm going to be smashed to pieces!"

"Bah! You can only feed pig's bone meal! Little girl, please save some virtue, my old man still has some meat on his bones!"

"Don't worry about being poor with me, stop that reckless Otto!"

If there is any achievement of the lord of death, Bessequis, it is to treat his saint Alishan as a granddaughter.So when Alishan was reborn by Li Qi with the artifact "Styx Tour" through soul projection and became the goddess of Styx, Bersequis had a goddess granddaughter.

This is why everyone has gradually forgotten about this god, because in everyone's perception, the image of "Alysan's grandfather" is more profound.

While Bersequiz approached his granddaughter to report the situation, he did not forget to be self-reliant.

The huge soul lamp held high became even brighter, like a golden moon shining in the night. In just a moment, the tombstone buried in the Styx River disappeared without a trace, and the water of the Styx River that was blocked at both ends surged and rushed to the ground. Tens of millions of living souls are involved.

Otto, whose strength had surpassed the limit of a demigod and reached the level of a newborn god, removed the dike crowbar from Bessequis's head at the last moment, pulled out a full arc, and fell on the other side of the fort.

The dust pillars of the underworld rose into the sky, and there was a large pit with a depth of [-] meters on the edge of the Styx River. A huge crack stretched into the depths of the underworld, and the gray-gold divine light surged along the gap like an arc, turning countless undead in its reach into fly ash .

The Styx River boiled, gushing endlessly as if it had opened up an underground river. This was the water of the Styx River brought by the living soul.

Living souls are digested in the Styx River, not only precipitated into gravel and condensed into ghost stones, but also generate "heat" during the digestion process, giving birth to the power of the Styx River, making the water of the Styx River more abundant.

This is the real purpose of Bersequis, he came to "deliver water".

This wave of living souls not only raised the bed of the Styx River, but also raised the entire Fort of the Living Dead by hundreds of meters, as if it was built on top of a mountain.The Styx River became more powerful, with the Fort of the Living Dead as its source, speeding up to both sides, and the narrow section of the river that was originally buried by the undead suddenly widened.

"Persequis—!"

The roar of Nairo, the god of death, resounded through the underworld: "How dare you betray me!"

Bersequis narrowly escaped death, just took a breath, when he was yelled at by the god of death, and coughed again and again.

It took a while to recover, shaking the soul lamp that had dimmed a lot, Bersequis responded faintly: "Your Majesty Nairo, what favor did the Goddess of Order promise you to make you flatter him so much? "

"Now that the situation is so clear, even the goddess of commerce has betrayed him, why do you continue to bet on him, Your Majesty?"

"Eternal order is not something indispensable to His Majesty, it is just to turn the food of the next few epochs into one meal."

"Now you have eaten enough. At least half of the mortals on the main plane have died. Your power of death has already used this disaster to illuminate the entire Fein world."

"It's time to think about it for the future, and have the concept of sustainable development."

Bersequiz's persuasion naturally did not arouse Nairo's reaction at all, and the god of death just said coldly: "Think about it, if you completely fall for the red lady, you will only become an insignificant little god, and I am not a little girl." You lose the gate of death."

Bersequis let out an old laugh: "When am I not an insignificant little god?"

He sighed deeply: "I have served many gods of death, it's time for a change of environment. But I won't just welcome the living souls for Lady Scarlet and whoever may become the god of death in the future."

"I will also welcome living souls for little Alishan, and give a convenient door to living souls who hope to go to the Styx to completely dissolve."

"In short, this door of death opened by me will no longer have slavery, and there will be no more pain. The living souls who pass through this door of death will either continue to fight, or completely dissipate."

Nairo let out a humming divine thought similar to laughter: "Crimson Death, do you think this... Otto, will become the Death under Lady Red?"

"Look carefully, and see how this new God of Death escapes the control of Lady Scarlet and becomes a part of me."

Bersequis looked at the giant Otto, who was swinging the crowbar of the embankment, still smashing the ground angrily, burning the undead into ashes, and took a breath: "Your Majesty Nairo, this is your real purpose. ?"

Nairo chuckled and stopped responding, apparently acquiescing.

Bersequis was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he quickly took out his mobile phone again, screaming non-stop.

"The power of death is the inherent power of the world, the supreme power opposed to life, and the eternal law of nature."

"How can such power be controlled by the power of scarlet, it only belongs to me."

"Even if your red net can temporarily resist the oppression of the power of death, when your soul leaps to the realm of a god, you will inevitably integrate into the world of the power of death."

"You will become one of the masters of the power of death... Don't forget, the essence of your soul is already a dead soul!"

"Come on, newborn companion, join my team and share the power of death with me."

"Resisting is futile, it will only speed up the eradication of your mortal will. Your chief cardinal has already experienced that feeling, and he didn't pass on that knowledge to you?"

"It's understandable. After all, he has been a god of death for too short a time, and during that time, he was busy with another very important, despicable and shameless thing."

From the underworld, the seemingly ubiquitous divine thoughts pierced through the protection of the ethereal beings with him, and poured directly into Otto's consciousness, making his barely condensed consciousness receive all the information in a daze.

Yes, although the Chief Cardinal said that he had been the god of death for a short time, he never said the details.And when this matter was brought up, His Majesty Xiao Hong and all the witches seemed very angry. It seemed that he had indeed done something...bad things at that time.

And what Nairo said is right, doesn't Datongism mean that people die and lights go out?Why do people continue to fight when the soul has become a dead soul? That should be another world, and one should obey...obey the laws of another world.

The most important thing is that this power of death is in my hands!

I am a god, I am a god of death, and the power of death is my foundation!
On the tower of faith among the souls of the dead, cracks burst open, making the divine light overflowing from Otto's body even more dimmer.

Just when the golden light was about to dissipate completely, another golden light shone on Otto's shoulder.

In an instant, countless messages poured into Otto's soul, which was the perception of the power of death by the Chief Cardinal Li Qi and the Goddess of the River Styx, Alishan.

Following these messages was a fragile and weak cry: "Otto! Forgot your goal?"

"Have you forgotten the goal of liberating the entire hell including the underworld?"

"We can't destroy the power of death, but we can control it, and we can reduce or even eliminate its oppression on the souls of the dead!"

"We have always insisted on not throwing ourselves into the Styx and enduring the cold and pain. Isn't that the goal?"

"Don't give up on yourself!"

The shouting became more and more enthusiastic, dispelling the cold black tide covering the soul like the morning glow, and also illuminating a petite figure.

That's... Minsi, she stretched her arms, waiting for his hug: "Don't give up on me! Don't give up on everyone!"

Behind Minsi, countless threads of golden light stretched out, connecting with little and tiny lights. If you look carefully, they are scarlet heroic spirits.Outside the fragile dead soul like him, there is a crimson divine light overflowing with dark gold.

Ao Tuo's soul was trembling, and he and Minsi went forward in the underworld ignorantly until he was found by Li Qi, and then followed Li Qi through endless battles in the underworld, pulling comrades from the mountain of bones, and then to the hell plane. Conquest... Strands of memory spewed out.

Every ray of memory is like a warm current, and finally converges into a lava-like torrent in Otto's heart, causing his soul to instantly shatter into hundreds of millions of fine particles that are so fine that they are difficult to distinguish. In anticipation, reunited into a complete soul.

In the microscopic structure of the soul, two streams of light, dark gold and gray and black, spiral and intertwine without stopping.The heart of the god represented by gray and black is connected with the power of death, always trying to envelop the entire soul, but it is always scattered and suppressed by the dark golden light flow.

The dark golden light flow comes from the mortal heart supported by the red net, which is not only as tough as before, but also becomes more lively.

The giant Otto's figure flickered for a moment, and when it stabilized again, it emitted a milder but more determined grayish golden light.

The details reappeared one after another, and the original skeleton face returned to the state of a mortal. It was a square face that was not handsome but steady, filled with vitality that was different from living people but equally active.

The golden light flows and interweaves on the shoulders, condensing a petite and slender body. The light brown complexion and a pair of pointed ears show that this is a gray elf, and it is still a very young girl.

She flipped her arms, looked at the flesh and blood in disbelief, then put her arms around Otto's neck, giggling.

The power emanating from her is the same as that of Otto. Strictly speaking, she and Otto are two in one, and they also have the characteristics of cohesive faith and self-built world.

"So it wasn't a..."

At the lamp reef facing the Fort of the Living Dead across the River Styx, the lord of the dead, Bersequis, widened his old eyes: "The scarlet god of death...there are two..."

Sensing the soul light like burning candles in the fortress again, Bersequis shook his head: "No, there are countless of them. These scarlet heroic spirits are the seat of God."

The red gods of death Otto and Minsi shrank their bodies and returned to their normal state, but their phantoms still towered over the sky and the earth.

The two flew up to the high tower of the fortress, looking at the clone of the god of death in the distance, the phantom still raised the huge embankment crowbar, and shouted: "Nairo, your plot is shattered!"

"Now it's the god of death against the god of death—!"

"Let's compare, is it you, the original god of death, or our red god of death who is stronger!"

It was as if time was flowing backwards, and after the undead rage paused, they went back and forth.

The god of death avatar in the sky sent out a deep divine thought: "The power of death can really be controlled..."

I don't know if it was a sigh of helplessness or a sense of relief afterward: "Thank you for your demonstration..."

Until the skyline was wide open, with the Fort of the Living Dead as the center, there were no traces of undead in a radius of ten thousand miles, only bones and carrion all over the ground, and Automins and the heroic spirits did not recover.

The god of death just retreated like this?
Retired because Otto Minsi became a god?
What the hell is that guy playing?
In the deepest part of Purgatory, and also the deepest part of the abyss, the rivers of blood converged again, and one of the rivers of blood had become clear, like a thick silver-gray mist.

In the mist, several Netherstone giant ships jumped out, and on the tower of the giant ship in the middle, Alishan exhaled foul air, patted the railing and shouted: "Ottomins is really good at picking the time, just as we are diving deep When you become a god, the bad signal just now almost ruined the big event!"

There is a layer of gray golden light floating on the skeleton face of the Skeleton King next to him, and the crown on his forehead is also shining brightly.

Alishan looked at him worriedly: "Old man, are you okay? Has the change in Altumins affected you that much?"

The Skeleton King stood still, and snorted disdainfully: "They both know how to fight, but they don't know that many heroic spirits also want peace, so they live a peaceful life in the form of heroic spirits. We have completely different understandings about the destination of heroic spirits, so How could they affect me?"

Alishan snorted, nodded and said, "Then nothing will happen next, right? Not only are we going to fight those demon kings and princes, but we are also likely to fight Aroman and Esmodech."

"Our goal is not to wipe them out completely, is it?"

The Skeleton King patted his chest and said: "It's just to show them the possibility of breaking free from the slavery of purgatory and abyss, so as long as you hold the front line, you will win. This is just a trivial matter for us Hadron undead, cough cough... "

During the slapping process, countless dark golden light dusts shook from his body, causing the Skeleton King to cough violently, and Alishan became even more worried: "Really...are you okay?"

The Skeleton King waved his hands and said, "No, it's all right! It's just a little... unacceptable. The air here is really bad, and the smog is too heavy."

The old guy turned around and walked away with firm steps.

Turning the corner, the Skeleton King squatted down with his arms around his waist, coughing so much that he seemed to spit out his pelvis, and the gray golden light spread all over the skeleton, making him look like a speckled gold style.

"Ottomins...the pair of little guys are really capable, forcing the old guy to make progress."

The Skeleton King muttered: "If I don't become a god, the heroic spirit will have only one choice to fight. This is not in line with the ideas of me and my subordinates. We are not fighting for the sake of fighting, but fighting for peace."

"In order to stick to this idea, I have to fight even harder. It's really contradictory."

"but……"

The Skeleton King slowly straightened his lumbar spine, the fire in his eyes flickered.

"I'm an old guy with a granddaughter. For my granddaughter, I have to work hard."

(End of this chapter)