Belief In The Kingdom of God

Generations of lives are changing on the earth, and each life is constantly circulating in the long river of time.

Life seems so fragile, even if it is a long-lived person, it is only more than a hundred years old, relative to the whole world.

The words are trivial.

But Hetus, the supreme king, has survived for thousands of years in the world, and he didn’t even die.

the meaning of.

He looks very old, but his appearance has been frozen in his old age, and he has not continued to age and has changed.

Into a decadent body. He still seems to have energy, can handle government affairs, and the whole person seems to be alive

long time.

He has the right that everyone covets, and the life that is almost invisible, but his heart is no longer there.

These are up.

He is not a person who is greedy for enjoyment and rights. He can even be said to be indifferent. After thousands of years,

After the light, I was even more bearish about everything in the world.

The supreme power, the endless food, the beauties of the country and the city...all the beauty in the world, he has all enjoyed

, Even if he did not deliberately enjoy it, countless followers would take the initiative to send it.

No matter how good things are, once you get used to it, you won’t feel anything. Mortals are so, not to mention, since

Hetus who doesn't care about these things.

His heart is lonely. In a long time, his talent has been continuously strengthened, and he has reached a terrible

Level.

Whether you open your eyes or close your eyes, awake or sleep peacefully, there are a large number of souls crying and howling in pain all the time

It was conveyed to him and even made him feel the same.

Among these souls, there are not only humans, but also beasts and ancient trees, and even some spirits born in the mountains.

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But at the moment of death, these souls were crying, crying in pain in his ears all the time,

Seems to have suffered some pain.

With his current power, he has covered half of the world, and he can feel the cry of countless creatures in a single thought.

howl. In the end, this ability is not even limited to dead people.

When Hutus was 100 years old, his ability changed qualitatively, and he could feel the soul of a living person, and even see through

Some thoughts of the other party. At the end of this kind of ability, you can even see the deep inscription of the other person’s soul within a single thought.

Imprint.

He can perceive what the other party has done and thought, which shocked countless people.

In the past thousands of years, it is not that there are no ambitious people who want to subvert his rule and destroy his kingdom, but

But they were all strangled by him at the beginning and couldn't fight him at all.

And the performance of this ability undoubtedly made his reputation even more mythical. In the world, the name of the undead king is

The resounding in the whole world made countless people horrified.

Unlike other people in this world, Hertus was born with a pair of dark eyes with very strong

Deterrence seems to be able to draw the attention of others.

And black, in this world, symbolizes death and silence. This is also one of the sources of his title of Undead King

, No one is qualified to seize the fate of death.

After a long period of time, Hertus' character became more and more indifferent.

He did not become tyrannical because of this, because he had already lost such emotions in his heart. For him, this

There is no so-called good and evil in the world of time, only the sad souls with pain and wailing.

He once thought about ending his life, but in the end he discovered another problem.

He can feel hungry or painful, but he cannot be injured and cannot die.

He once had a soldier stand in front of him, let him slash at him with a battle uniform, and once sat quietly in a palace, let him slash him

Burning... But as a result of all this, he walked out unscathed, almost unable to even a single strand of hair

Damaged.

When the battle axe slashed on his body, he would feel pain, but there would be no wounds on his body. The flames filled his

On his body, he felt painful burns, but he couldn't really ignite even one strand of his hair.

It seems that his body has undergone a very special transformation, and his body begins to have a characteristic like the soul.

, Even one inch of skin and one strand of hair can't be hurt by others.

Various methods have been tried one by one, and the myth of the undead king continues again and again, but he has always survived the world without any change.

Change. As for the pains that are enough to break down in this process, for him, there is no longer anymore.

Any meaning.

The long loneliness hung over his head, never shed.

He once personally asked the high priest in the country who worshipped the Lord of the World, and asked him why he couldn't die.

The elderly high priest sighed as he looked at the aging but unchanging figure of Hertus.

"I have felt the power of the Lord in the thoughts of the Lord of the World, and now this power is shrouded in your body."

"The Lord’s eyes are all over the world. In the year you just ascended the throne, you once swore an oath like the Lord

, I hope to be blessed by the Lord. "

"The Lord has agreed to your request, and his power has always enveloped you. The power of blessing keeps your body from aging,

Can let you have infinite life. If your body cannot be injured, you can always ride on the battlefield without being affected by any

Defeated by the enemy. "

"This is the blessing that countless people dream of, but it seems to be a torture for you."

The high priest’s eyes flashed with a gentle light, looking at Hertus in front of him, he was not respectful, but he returned seriously.

answer.

Hearing the words of the high priest, Hutus was silent for a long time, but was silent.

"How to lift this blessing?" For a long time, he spoke in a bitter voice and consulted the high priest in front of him.

"The power of a mortal touches the power of the Lord of the World, unless you ask the Lord of the World to let him lift you

The power of the cover, or..." The high priest's tone paused, and his expression suddenly became solemn: "I become

For god. "

In an instant, stormy waves surged in my heart, even with Hertus’s numb state of mind and will now, at this time

There was a fierce one in his heart, and he looked at the high priest in front of him in disbelief.

He didn’t say anything, just took a deep look at the high priest in front of him, and didn’t pursue his rebellious sentence.

Then, turn around and leave.

Where he can’t see, wisps of purple world power are still gathering, compared to three thousand years ago, I don’t know at this time.

How many times the Tao has grown.

Hutus left here, and then took him into the temple he built for the Lord of the World.

He is undoubtedly an extremely firm and pious believer in the Lord of the World, and the temple he is responsible for is almost greater than his palace

It's still magnificent, and the construction inside is incredibly luxurious and intriguing.

Here, he knelt before the idol, praying piously as in the past.

"My Lord, if you can feel the prayers of your devout believers, please respond!"

He knelt here for a full day, praying here constantly, his heart was extremely miserable.

Under his prayer, it seemed that a miracle was happening, and a huge divine power suddenly descended into the temple.

, Was sensed by Hertus.

This is undoubtedly the divine power of the Lord of the World, with boundless vastness and brilliance, as well as that which is enough to open up the world.

The mighty power of the world.

Amidst ignorance, Hertus seemed to see an old tree, exuding a clean breath, and

A powerful force capable of suppressing everything came here.

Miraculous things began to happen, and Hetus was surprised to find that with the arrival of the Lord of the World, his special

Gradually weakened his ability and was eventually completely isolated.

The world is so quiet. In the long years, the wailing of the undead that accompanied him gradually disappeared, making him feel

Incomparably relaxed.

"Hetus, what do you want to do?"

Amidst ignorance, a majestic, sacred word rang out directly in Hertus’s heart, so that he could not forget

.

He tried to recall the voice of this voice, but found that the memory in his mind was blank, only the voice

The meaning expressed clearly remains in the mind, which is unforgettable.

So he gave up this idea and began to look at the idol ahead.

The idol in front of it changed a little at this time, and a faint but divine radiance shrouded it, making its essence

It began to change.

Looking at the idol, Hertus stated his request, quietly waiting for the ruling of the Lord of the World.

Ahead, upon hearing Hertus’ request, the Lord of the World didn’t speak, and seemed a little silent, just the magnificent

Divine power has always been shrouded here, letting Hertus know that the other party has not left.

"Why?" The Lord of the World suddenly said, and the divine voice rang in Hertus' ears, but did not leave a word.

Silk traces.

"This is your request back then and your wish at the time. There is no denying that this is the case, why is it now?

Do you want to do this again? "

"What a mortal needs in life is nothing more than life and possession. You have my blessing, you can live in endless years and have endless life. And have the ability to die, help you open the dynasty in front of you, and enjoy Right."

"Endless lifespan, supreme rights, and the highest dreams of all mortals in the world are all owned by you. Why should you hesitate?"

As if feeling a little puzzled, the Lord of the World spoke softly in a gentle tone and asked Hertus.

In this regard, Hertus did not hesitate.

"A mortal's voice is too short, so I can only continuously desire to have it. But I am different. Too long and too long will obliterate my will. Too many experiences make me look down on everything in the world, only left The last soul bears the baptism of these years."

"Mortal souls cannot bear your grace, so I have to ask you to take back your divine power."

He looked at the idol in front of him and called out loudly.

"But, if so, without my protection, you will die immediately, just like those crying souls, and eventually disappear."

The words of the Lord of the World continued to ring in his ears, but Hutus had no longer his initial hesitation. He continued to shout loudly: "I do not ask my soul to be baptized in this world, but only hope that my soul will return to eternal silence. , The glory to the Lord in death!"

"Your will, I understand." The Lord of the World said: "But I still can't take back my promise."

"The promise of the gods cannot be withdrawn. Since I agreed to your request at the time, I will not withdraw my divine power now. This is my promise at the time. No matter what you end up with, it will not change."

"You want to change everything, there is only one way."

Hearing this, Hertus' heart sank slowly, and then rose again: "What can be done?"

"That is, you become a **** yourself."

The misty voice rang in his ears, and several earthquakes rang in his heart.

He couldn't help but froze, keeping his posture, staring blankly at the statue in front of him.

"The only one who can reject one **** is another god. If you want to reject my divine power and decide your own destiny, you can only become a **** by yourself. At that time, you can truly have the full power of your choice."

"And in my divine power, there is the key to you becoming a god."

The gentle words of the Lord of the World continued to sound: "Your destiny has always been in your own hands. This right of choice was given to you as long as I decided to protect you."

After saying this, in the vast temple, the sacred and vast divine power that was ubiquitous disappeared in an instant. In front of Hertus, the tall idol lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye and quickly became ordinary.

A great will disappeared from here, representing the departure of the Lord of the World.

Witnessing all this, Hutus kept the previous posture, and the expression on his face could no longer be maintained.

"My destiny... is in my hands?"

He stretched out his arm and looked at the aging skin on it muttering to himself, feeling a little complicated.

He stood up slowly, once again worshiped the statue in front of him, then turned and left.

The door of the temple gradually closed, but it seemed to open a new door in the eyes of Hertus.

He left the temple and returned to his own palace.

All of this, he did not handle the affairs of the kingdom as before, but gave these things to others to handle, and he was locked in a palace alone.

This kind of life lasted for a long, long time, and after decades, a huge riot broke out in the kingdom again.

The descendants of Hutus were defeated by the rebels, and even the capital was taken. The fierce war ignited the originally grand kingdom and destroyed a dynasty that had been standing for thousands of years. In this process, Hertus never showed up.

When the rebels arrived at the palace of Hertus with fear and excitement and opened the palace that had been sealed for decades, the undead king was finally discovered.

He is still alive, but his figure looks terrifying, only a layer of skin is left with bones, and everyone who sees it feels numb.

Seeing the rebels outside open the door, he seemed calm and showed no signs.

"Yeah... everything should be over." He muttered to himself, looking at the old and shabby palace, and said slowly.

And in the magnificent void, following his words, a huge wave of fluctuations began to sound.