You and me under the world tree

Icy rivers flow, some with a disturbing smell and some as sharp as knives.

And in a distant place, something is calling.

It was a cold city wall that seemed to isolate the world, and in front of the gate was a gold-plated crystal bridge suspended by a single hair.

The Crystal Bridge is both a bridge and a gate.

Meanwhile, beneath the gilded bridge was a river of icy blades.

Once you fall, you will inevitably suffer all kinds of pain.

'crash la la'

The river of sharp blades was flowing, and apart from the sound of the river, there was also a metal-like sound.

But these are nothing more than 'dead objects', landscapes that exist fixedly.

As long as you stand on the bridge and don't fall down, then this cruel scenery will theoretically pose no threat.

But the problem now is the crystal bridge across the river - there is a monster on the bridge that I don't know how to describe.

TA looks like an old witch in a cloak, with a hunchbacked figure that makes people shudder.

At the same time, there was no intact flesh under the cloak.

Judging from the exposed arm, it was a rotting body with bones visible.

As for the back, there is a huge sword on his back.

Is it male or female?

And is it strong?

No one knows this, such an existence is like some kind of contradictory aggregation.

At the same time, under such an existence, many people are slowly advancing.

Some are riding ghostly horses or wagons, others come on foot in boots, and even boats.

And every time a person stepped on the crystal bridge, the old bony monster would stretch his rotten hand towards their bodies, and then pull out something.

Then, put something in there.

It was a slightly eerie, purple light.

what is that?

totally no idea.

There is no knowledge about this in my mind.

But no, how the hell did I get here?

At this point, he looked at his body, which was a ghost horse.

There is no conclusion at all, and there are no answers.

"Tsk tsk, you are very interesting."

While thinking like this, he seemed to be standing on the crystal bridge.

"Midgard hasn't had such a grand funeral for a long time, right? There are still soldiers buried?"

The hoarse voice lingered just like that.

The sound was actually quite scary.

But now, what should be paid attention to is no longer this kind of voice.

The words he said were enough to cause violent confusion.

Sacrifice?

Is there such a thing?

Just as he was thinking this way, the rotting monster with dry bones spoke again:

"No, it doesn't seem to be a sacrificial burial. You have obvious cut marks on your body. Is that so, you died in battle? Pfft..."

The bone monster like an old witch just laughed.

This is obviously mocking.

And the hoarse voice was as unpleasant as a broken bag with air leaks, and it was even chilling to hear for a long time.

"Oh, why did the war dead come to us? You are not a 'deserter' on the battlefield, are you? This is not right, your 'wound' is on the front, could it be that you have not even been able to hold out in front of the opponent? Let's have a round."

The sound gradually faded away.

Now there is no time to pay attention to what is there and what is not, and the only thing that lingers in my mind is what the monster said.

die in battle...

The confusion in my heart became more and more serious, and this word pierced directly into my mind like a needle.

A kind of trembling from the depths of the soul spread out, and something seemed to flash back in the mind.

"I... died in battle?"

In the end, the truth emerged.

He remembered the chaos that had swept through the camp.

The berserkers ran wild, suppressed, and then someone else appeared.

Silver sword light!

In the end, the memory in my mind was frozen in such a scene.

"I am dead?"

"Ok?"

Finally, the monster seemed to feel something was wrong.

Shaking the pieces of flesh that were still connected to the bones on his body, the parts under the cloak that should be called 'eyes' stared at the gorgeously dressed ghost in front of him.

"Ah, like this, you don't even know you're dead, it looks like you got here in a muddle along the way."

He sneered again.

"You have no willpower at all, and you can't even insist on yourself. You are far worse than the old guy before. He and his wife, one committed suicide and the other died of illness, but they maintained a sober attitude. "

"they are……"

"Forget it, you are nothing interesting."

Seeing the extremely slow response of the soul in front of him, the bone monster waved his hand so flexibly.

"That's it, cross the bridge and hand in your name."

"Give up your name (life)."

"Yes."

The bone monster said hoarsely.

"This is the rule here. After crossing the bridge, you are a citizen of the Nether Kingdom, and you are not allowed to return to the world of the living. Naturally, you don't need that 'name' and 'identity'. All you need is a title."

name and identity?

living?

What does this mean?

Isn't the name or something chosen by the parents?

Before he had any more questions, he saw the big rotten hand covering him.

Definitely going to get sucked out or something!

The ghost thought so.

In an instant, a certain kind of strong panic and anxiety swept through my heart.

"and many more!"

He couldn't help shouting.

At the same time, a ray of light suddenly burst out.

It didn't shine down from somewhere, but burst out from the ghost's body.

After seeing this scene, a ghostly fire surged under the monster's hood.

"Tsk, have you been saved? It seems that someone doesn't want you to come here."

Accompanied by this radiance, the ghost was dragged into the sky, and finally disappeared in this nether kingdom.

This sudden scene could not help causing a series of commotions, but before the dead had any more riots, the bone monster guarding the bridge of the dead pulled out the bone sword it was carrying.

"Quiet!"

roared the monster.

Under that suppression, the ghosts also settled down.

Then, the Withered Bones raised his head and stared at the dark sky.

"Hmph, God, it looks like your situation in Midgard is not optimistic."

Chapter 49: Weakness of Will

Consciousness is extremely heavy, still unable to breathe.

After being taken away by that sudden brilliance, the man once again felt the pain of being completely suppressed.

The body is sinking completely.

But compared to these, what was even worse was his mood.

He knew that he was dead, and the scene of being killed couldn't get rid of in his mind.

As the bone monster said, he was killed, and he couldn't last a round.

No, let alone one round, he was killed incidentally.

As the memory gradually became clearer, he finally remembered:

Apart from himself, those priests in robes also fell together.

Just one blow of the sword and they fell.

Yes, he should be dead.

Although I don't know what happened at the last moment, but it was true that I was killed at that time.

Then there is one last question.

Who am I?

Although it sounds ridiculous, this is a question that men have been thinking over and over again.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already standing in front of the gate of the netherworld, and he was almost on the verge of stepping on the legendary bridge of death.

A series of information made his mind extremely confused.

Finally, certain voices came from the void.

It seemed that something was calling him!

"Father!"

Father?

Is this title calling yourself?

Ah, yes, this is indeed calling yourself right.

Gradually, a familiar figure appeared in the man's mind, and that figure happened to agree with the voice that came from it.

That's his child!

Yes, his name is...

"Gevarus! Wake up!"