It was as if the oil-filled sea surface had been ignited, and the people in the garden seemed to be sinking under the water. The fire outlined a bright background in the distance, illuminating half of the night sky like a sunset. And the setting sun lingered, further burning the poor people's few belongings.
Hidden in this sea of fire is a quiet oasis; within the oasis is the deepest darkness bred by three mysterious men; the black door in the darkness is wide open...
Heavy black mist squeezed out from the crack in the door, and the cold air that had been covered in dust for thousands of years approached.
Bill found that the alien resident on his body was shivering and shrank into his arms.
High in the sky, beyond the clouds, the decaying and dying stars bloomed with strange light. Unfortunately, the emperor's stargazer was too distracted by the fire in the city to raise his head. And the residents were also blinded by the flames in front of them - no one knew that there was a vision in the sky.
The sound of footsteps is like the sound of swallowing in an ancient well, like the chilling wind passing through the dead wood forest, as if it comes from the deep ancient times...
He was originally the power of decline displayed by the creation of Genor, using an invisible scythe to harvest the creatures that had expired in the world; later, as human civilization prospered, He was given many names, the tradition of Nandelzhou In belief, He is the god of death, Akon, and some evangelical believers call him the Angel of Death. His names also include the reaper who walks across the plains and rivers, and the master of the Black Death...
And tonight, he appeared in the world in his most original appearance.
There is a very classic question in the world of exploration: Is it always the deity who is welcomed in the ceremony?
The veteran will answer this: depending on the strength of the spiritual power and the purity of the ritual, it is probably "most" of the gods; it is a "high refinement" of the concept of "god".
In fact, there is no specific object sitting in his kingdom of God waiting. God is not a person and has no form at all. It is people's beliefs that give them their image.
People do not understand the truth about God, but they believe in the illustrations and murals in books.
When those pure rule masters set foot in the world, they can naturally only reside in the subconscious image of the summoner.
Everyone who witnessed it at the scene had to realize one thing - "death" was coming at this moment.
It was a figure that many creatures were afraid to avoid. The skinny but tall body was wrapped in a black robe like night. The scythe on the shoulder was so majestic and high that it was difficult to tell whether it was a sharp weapon used by Him to harvest lives, or a weapon that He used to harvest lives. The dark crescent in the sky.
The River Styx meanders and changes its course around him, as if it has condensed thousands of years of time. Illusory ferries float by suddenly. The silent ferrymen and the boats grow together. The tattered shrouds on their bodies float in the wind of the underworld. The undead sit inside the ferries, and the living cannot look directly at their chaotic faces. …
In another dimension, death appears to be extremely busy and "vibrant".
As an important part of the "spiritual ring", the destination after the death of life has been given an ancient meaning in the eyes of the "agent of the dead".
The heartbeats of the three explorers froze and almost stopped. They felt the contempt of Death himself towards the three summoners.
The head of the owner of the black pyramid accidentally appeared from the black robe. It turned out to be a cold black cat, with one gold and one green eyes interpreting the metaphor of divinity and death.
Above his head, a huge skeleton floating just like a religious painting. If you stare at it, you will find that the skeleton is like an optical illusion, composed of countless death scenes.
The gatekeeper of Hades, Crow Lord Horota, who stood behind the agent, transformed into a human form and had to kneel on the ground at this time.
The God of Death didn't care about the servants at his feet and walked towards the terrace.
The black clouds in the sky seemed to be too heavy, sinking into the world in large groups. Surrounded by black robes, they were rolling forward like a black mudslide.
The people on the terrace finally felt the chill that penetrated their bodies. A black wind with a meaning of decline blew by. All the torches that were originally burning on the terrace were extinguished, and even the flames on the Laughing Man were temporarily extinguished...
"Nero", whose chest was flushed, turned his head and was surprised to find that another god had emerged from the miracle he had constructed, and its presence was no less important than his own.
As the black clouds fell to the ground, the stars finally appeared. The dim star that symbolized death bloomed with a strange light in the sky, like an eye that mocked the blindness of the world.
The sickle rises high, like the crescent moon announcing doom hanging in the sky...
Then, it struck down like a guillotine, as deep as the sky!
In that pure chopping, the air was split, the space was split, and the bottom layer of source matter that supported the existence of the miracle also had deep cracks. The layers of appearances were split open, revealing the deepest demise...
The door to Hades is so open.
Even gods cannot resist the fate of destruction.
Phobides' eyes were filled with surprise, and the harp in his arms quickly decayed into a pile of rotten wood. He seemed to have turned into a human and instantly aged sixty years, and the god's soul was sucked into the gate of Hades like a glowing mist...
The Dionysus, who had been wandering in the closed workshop for ten years, watched in disbelief as his body was swept away like wind and sand.
When the crack closed, Nero's body had disappeared with the wind. Without its center, the miracle began to shake and break.
The God of Death turned around and passed by the Laughing Man who had fallen to the ground with residual smoke coming out of his body. He turned his face and glanced sideways. His eyes were as emotionless as a cat's eyes like a crystal ball. Then, he continued to walk towards the door, not affected by the collapse at all, and his back was clear.
The garden scenery is broken, revealing the appearance of an old workshop. The god of death still moved forward, and finally came to the agent of the undead.
The summoner who was lying on the ground raised his head and stared at the King of Death with calm eyes.
Death took out an ancient silver coin from his arms. On one side of the silver coin is a monarch of unknown dynasty, and on the other side are ancient characters.
If the head is up, it means life, and if the word is up, it means death - after using the dead night, the agent of the undead has a half chance of dying directly.
Standing in the abandoned workshop, Death bounced the silver coin high.
The silver coin that determines her life and death turns and turns in the eyes of the agent...
Finally, the silver coin fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and fell into the dust.
The agent of the undead looked at the silver coins in the dust. Then, her whole body relaxed and she fell to the ground as if her soul had been sucked out. The god of death stepped through the door, and the dark door that made it impossible to move was sewn shut. The air is intact.
The world of death is dark, and the crazy godhead of Phoebedis continues to fall in the darkness.
While he was still thinking about how long it would take for him to fall before falling into a world full of undead, he fell into a pool.
After rising from the water, he was surprised to find that the water that wet Nero's white robe was actually wine. Pool full of wine.
It's wine! ?
How is this going?
He looked around with some surprise and found that the wine pool was surrounded by curved glass walls...
Where is this?
Then, he felt the huge glass wine cup rising rapidly, rising through the clouds and mist, revealing a huge face high in the sky.
That face was familiar to him—it was his own face.
The face of myself in the wine glass was full of panic, while the giant face in the sky had a restrained and polite smile, as if I was at a cocktail party...
One of the modern gods, Phoebedis himself.
He was wearing a modern tuxedo, taking a sip of wine at a dinner party with fireworks blooming in the sky, in a place where ladies and jewelry sparkled.
As if he had tasted something wonderful, his eyes sparkled, with a hint of passion and even madness in them.
