People living in the long river of time are often unable to see clearly the true appearance of the era they live in.

They may be full of hope and resolutely implement their seemingly beautiful plans, or they may be hit by reality and completely reduced to a mediocre life, or even make a deal with the dark god or even the devil of the abyss.

If the mottled historical chapter is opened in the future, many scholars will definitely mark the year 306 of the Valley Calendar as an important historical turning point.

From Li Wei's point of view, he only saw Luskan brazenly launching the Moonsea War, regardless of the attention of the coastal countries.

Seeing that Kalishan was like a puppet, Silpasha ignored the life and death of his subjects in order to regain their royal court, and drove them to the battlefield like cattle and sheep.

If you focus on Mulhorand in the far Eastern Continent, you will see that this ancient city-state that successfully survived the impact of the divine war has continued to survive for many years, but it was finally destroyed by the surrounding city-states under the smoke of gunpowder.

Conquered by the coalition forces.

The kingdom was overthrown, the thousand-year-old palace was blazing in flames, the ground was covered with the marks of rolling iron hooves, and all living beings suffered under the trampling of war.

The number of casualties there was far greater than that of Kalishan at the moment.

Countless dead souls rose into the sky, flowed down the River Styx, and entered the realm of the dead - the realm of obscurity.

This vast and empty space is flat, gray, dull and monotonous, and it seems that there are only countless dead souls gathered here.

And deep in this gray desert, there is a fortress built from countless bones.

Many years ago, it was the residence of Jergal, the Lord of the End of All Things.

According to the original agreement between Asmodeus, Lord of the Nine Hells, and the gods:

Only the most devout souls will allow themselves to be guided by servants of other gods into the kingdom of the god they serve.

The souls of the unbelievers will form a living wall outside this 'City of Judgment', while the hypocrites will be punished with hard labor in the city, waiting for the demons from Baator Hell to come through the portal to take them away and become the Qi Bin.

It is also called the soul shell by the devils.

They are the currency of circulation throughout Baator Hell, and they are also the cradle for the birth of new devils.

Powerful devils have the innate power to twist and shape soul shells. Usually the devil lords or gods in a specific hell area will shape the demons according to their preferences in their territory, in order to achieve a special, terrifying aesthetic.

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Only when this soul is twisted and shaped so that it is finally and truly killed does it become essentially fused with Baator itself.

These newly born demons will be organized into large armies, go to the bloody battlefield, and engage in the endless bloody battle against those abyss demons.

This is the balance between life and death in Corell's world.

However, this balance seems to be tilted slightly due to the intervention of some will.

In this city of the dead, the throne of bones that originally belonged to Jergal has now become three towers of bones rising from the sea of ​​bones. Bane, the god of strife, Melkor, the god of the dead, and Baal, the god of killing, are seated on them respectively.

superior.

They each wore a pale skeletal mask, and no one could see their true faces.

With a casual move of Melkor, countless dead souls who had not yet completely washed away their memories of their lives floated up in despair. They kept squeezing each other under a powerful force, and turned into a small ball like candy. Melkor was

Kou threw it into his mouth and kept chewing it and swallowing it.

The movements are so familiar that it can be seen that he does this frequently.

Feeling the slight improvement, Melkor behind the skeleton mask let out a sigh, and the soul residue also spit out with the sigh, causing a terrible wind to blow in this desolate city of bones, and countless dead souls crawled under their feet,

Trembling.

"We have been deceived. I must admit that this deal is indeed stupid. It can indeed draw power from the essence of the soul, but it is very slow, too slow." Melkor sighed.

Ben suddenly let out a loud and mocking laugh: "No, how can this be called deception? At least it can indeed enhance our strength in essence and alleviate the hunger and thirst from the depths of the soul, right? If this method is really so

It’s useful. Those guys in the Nine Hells have already knocked down the entire Heavenly Mountain that they don’t like, so why bother guarding that crack for those gods who are stingy with their feathers?”

Melkor was speechless. They naturally understood these truths, but in the face of temptation, they still could not restrain the greed in their hearts.

Without the support of the greed in their hearts, they would have died long ago in the pursuit of power.

Barr suddenly asked: "How are you preparing?"

The City of Bones was silent for a moment.

"The odds are still slim."

Melkor seemed a little hesitant and said: "Although the number of newly admitted souls has increased significantly due to the disputes caused by Ben, it is still not enough."

"Didn't a disaster break out in the Traceless Sea? There should be a huge profit." Ben asked in surprise.

Melkor's voice became slightly solemn: "But the souls of those sea creatures were directly wiped out. I seem to smell the breath of the void."

"Void?"

Ben also fell into deep thought.

This kind of power also appeared before they became gods, and even the Netherese Empire fell into the dust because of this power.

"Then we need to speed up the progress. Every time this kind of power appears, it seems to mean the beginning of a dispute." Barr said.

Melkor raised a question: "But Tyr is still a big trouble. Although he likes the gods to descend, each time is short-lived. If we are held back by him, even if we succeed, we will face the wrath of the gods and we will be doomed."

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Ben smiled: "Tyr, that cripple is indeed strong enough, but there are always old opponents that he can't solve quickly. On Tire's side, I have a way, but it will still take some time and preparation to break the seal.

"

At the end of the sentence, he said with some fear: "Instead of worrying about Tier, I am a little worried that if that person exists, will he still exist?"

who exists

Just thinking of the ineffable and unimaginable existence that Ben mentioned, the three of them fell silent again at the same time.

Finally, Barr broke the silence, and he said nervously:

"Well, can't we just take a gamble? Why, you had the courage to search for the seven ancient gods together and cross the barrier between life and death to come to Jego, but now you are timid? My dear

Friends, my brothers, have you forgotten our agreement?"

Agreement

The three gods in charge of death slowly raised their heads.

At this moment, they seemed to remember a long, long time ago, when they were still mortals, that dark age when the superiors faced the desire for power and conquered wantonly, and the creatures at the bottom killed each other out of hatred.

The three of them made an agreement for their own purposes, traveled all over the world, destroyed one of the lost seven ancient gods, intercepted the divine power to fight against the gods, struggled between life and death countless times, and finally came to the Lord of the End of All Things

In front of Jergal, like dogs, he gave these three priesthoods to them as "alms" under the other party's teasing and toying.

Yes charity.

It wasn't until they sat in the position of controlling death that they suddenly discovered that they indeed had the power to control life and death, but they were bound here forever.

There is nothing here except endless souls of the dead and endless darkness.

One could only watch as their originally human bodies slowly turned into pale skeletons under the assimilation of death, bound by invisible shackles to the Skeleton Throne.

In this situation, there is no line between absolute power and absolute powerlessness.

I finally understood why Jergal smiled with a sense of relief when he heard their ridiculous and absurd answers.

Because what a curse this is.

"For more ultimate power!" Ben smiled.

"For greater authority!" Melkor slowly grasped the scepter in his hand.

"For the truth of everything!" Barr fell into long memories.

"No matter what the cost

No matter what it takes!!!”
Chapter completed!