beast god

The battle was extremely brutal, the aura of death permeated the world, and there was a skeleton whose body was completely shattered, leaving only the spine and exposed bones. This scene was so strange and yet so familiar.

When this scene occurred, an almost identical situation suddenly flashed through the mind of the nameless skeleton: it was still a brutal battle to the extreme, it was still the dog-man covered in wounds, it was still a world filled with death clouds, it was still a beaten to pieces.

All that was left was a solitary spine and a bare skull.

Two almost identical scenes were superimposed together, like an extremely violent explosion roaring in the heart of the nameless skeleton. He remembered, he knew.

He already knew who he was and remembered all those past experiences.

He is not Douglas at all, nor is he a clone of Douglas. He has an independent life. Although he is nameless, he has a name that will always belong to him, which is a symbol of his identity.

"I am Wall!" The skeleton Wall with open arms felt that he had returned to the past, to the violent gray plains, to the moment when he fought side by side with Douglas: "You are Douglas, we are good friends, and we depend on each other for life and death.

Friend, you once saved me, now it’s my turn to save you..."

Like a bird taking off from a high cliff, Skull Wall stretched his arms to the maximum extent, as if a bird spreading its wings and flying high escapes gravity. He has escaped from life and death.

of bondage.

The soul fire deep in his eye sockets suddenly dimmed, and Wall's broken body suddenly became a building block with the most important supporting parts removed, and instantly fell to the ground.

The divinity with golden brilliance echoed the divinity in Douglas's body. It naturally flew over, integrated into Douglas's body, entered his sea of ​​consciousness, and turned into a brilliant golden light, following the divine crystal pillar.

Reach the top.

The dim divine fire suddenly exploded, and it immediately shone brightly. The crystal core at the fixed point of the crystal pillar, which was still one-sixth incomplete, suddenly became flawless.

All the divinity has been collected, the incomplete godhead has become extremely complete, the blazing divine fire shines on the sea of ​​divine consciousness, and there are even a few traces of vague power of faith adding strength to him.

From this moment on, Douglass has stepped onto the altar of immortality, and he has become a true god.

When the two ends of the scale are in absolute balance, even the tiniest dust particle can tip the scale.

Even the power of gods cannot compete with death. But in this situation, the part of divinity that Wall took the initiative to send suddenly became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The breath of death can no longer resist, fading like mist under the scorching sun.

Either a strong or thin black aura seeped out of Douglas, or it was forced out by powerful divine power and vitality, and in an instant it became a black cloud condensed above Douglas's head.

With a crisp sound of "pop", the thorn-shaped crown on Douglas's head suddenly shattered into pieces, turning into strands of black mist, which reintegrated into the black clouds above his head.

Douglas was still standing there, with the holy divine light all over his body, and all the breath of darkness and death turned into tiny sparks falling into the vast ocean, and they fled one after another.

The battlefield full of blood and death is shrouded in holy light, the turbid air with the smell of blood is filled with flowers and plants, the earth that is black as ashes is rejuvenated, and the smell of fresh earth is intoxicating.

There is no longer any blood stain on Douglas's body, and even the dilapidated leather armor is being reshaped, gradually turning into a complete and mighty set of golden armor, majestic and majestic.

Douglas's eyes were solidified with bright golden light, solemn and solemn, this was a true god.

The remaining warriors were already stunned, especially the orcs from Kent. They were already stunned. It took them a moment to understand. Their faces were full of piety and they all knelt down and worshiped: "My most noble god, the god of Kent."

"Please give us the power to defeat death!"

"Great Lord, God of Orcs, please show your mercy and save this world!"

As if standing in the clouds and looking down at all living things, Douglas looked at the battlefield in the distance, looking at the black breath of death that was still rolling and fading.

Douglas's voice was not loud, as if he was talking to himself, but it was so loud that a huge wave of sound rolled in, allowing all creatures in every corner to hear his voice: "Death never

Real existence, death is only in your hearts, abandon all hatred and fear, and death will disappear..."

Douglas raised his sword, and the light on the sword soared into the sky.

Douglas stepped upward, rising step by step in the void without any support, higher than the mountains, higher than the sky. In a moment, he was standing on top of the rolling and roaring black clouds: "God created the world

, but God cannot destroy the world..."

All the voices between heaven and earth have stopped, leaving only this new and even magnificent metaphor!

"Even if you become a god, what will happen?" A sharp female voice sounded in the air, which was the spokesperson of death.

Yegana shouted as if she was crazy: "My king is invincible. My king can make the gods fall. In the face of death, even the gods are powerless!"

The black aura rolled more violently, roaring, changing, and finally revealed the true face of the King of the Dead.

It was a group of aura condensed by all negative emotions such as hatred, disgust, despair, destruction and so on. It was as vast and boundless as the divine light on Douglas. In the process of continuous rotation, this group of black aura became more and more chaotic, gradually becoming more and more chaotic.

It turned into a disc shape with a thick middle and thin edges, and four "tributaries" as thick as arms stretched out from the thick black cloud. Because the rotation force of this disc-shaped black cloud was too great, the four "tributaries"

"They all rotate with the rotation and become four huge spiral arms.

Countless broken souls emerge or disappear in the rotating black clouds, like stars in the night sky.

To be precise, every passing soul is a star, because the shape condensed by this cloud of death is: the Milky Way!

The galaxy of nothingness, the galaxy of death.

In an instant, the background of the universe appeared over the empty battlefield, and the rotating Milky Way was suspended above the head. That astonishing thickness and breadth was the King of the Undead.

"Death is everywhere, but the King of the Undead has never existed. The so-called King of the Undead is just the negative emotions generated in the process of life. It is true that I cannot destroy death, but death will dissipate on its own..." Douglas

Taking a step forward, the vast black Milky Way was also shaking with his footsteps: "Is Yegana your name in the world? I think it is more appropriate for me to call out your real name, Death Nanny, do you want to see it before your eyes?"

Will it dissipate when death becomes free?"

Yes, the King of the Undead has never really existed, it is just a condensed state of all the negative emotions of time. When he loses the carrier of life, he will become a free state, and will gradually dissipate until he completely disappears.

The so-called boss of death, the so-called spokesperson of death, is actually the nanny of death.

It turns out that death is so fragile and needs a woman to protect it. It has to be said to be an excellent omen.

Under certain circumstances, death may indeed be weak, but death is always absolute. This is the basic rule of the universe.

Even God cannot completely eliminate death, and can only make death become a free state. As long as there is enough time and opportunity, death can condense into the King of the Undead again. And the most indispensable thing in this universe is time.

Yegana is not a god, but her thoughts have already reached the level of even death, and she also has a very clear understanding of death.

Life and death are the rules of the universe. Life and death cycle in an endless cycle of time. This is the truth of the universe.

Death cannot be destroyed, but it takes more time to condense free death, and you need to wait for a better opportunity.

When Yegana walked toward the wildly rotating Milky Way of Death, the huge and boundless black galaxy-shaped disk condensed and shrunk, so much so that Yegana stretched out her hands to hold the vast black galaxy in her arms.

Just like holding a swaddled baby, Yegana holds this miniature Milky Way in her arms. Wherever her faith goes, an independent space has appeared at her feet.

Yegana looked back at the majestic Douglas, and her tone of voice became extremely plain: "Death will never disappear, death is eternal, and as a new god, I think you already understand."

"Yes, Death Nanny, I understand!"

"I hope that when my king comes next time, you will still fall, and that we can meet again!"

A smile appeared on the face of the orc god Douglas, and his tone was as calm as Yegana: "It's hard for me to guarantee this, because even gods will eventually fall. As you said, gods will also

Death. Therefore, I cannot guarantee that I will still exist when the King of the Undead condenses and takes shape again, because God's eternity is also relative, and death is the real eternity. But we have proven that we can prevent death from coming...

…”

This is the most direct and transparent dialogue between life and death. Although it is a bit esoteric, both parties in the conversation have understood it.

Yegana seemed like a woman holding a baby, turning around with the cloud of death in the shape of the Milky Way in her arms.

"Hey, His Highness Douglas, that woman is running away, kill her quickly!" The speaker was a human mage. His name was Phil. Douglas remembered this name very clearly. The majestic one lying at Phil's feet

The soldier struggled to support his body and continued to shout at Douglas: "Your Highness Douglas, now is the best opportunity to kill the King of the Undead. We can help you kill that hateful woman."

Yegana didn't bother to look at Phil and Ron, she opened her lips and said two words: "Ants!"

"No, they are not ants, they are noble lives, lives that will never surrender. Guarding death allows you to understand death, but not life." Douglas watched Yegana walk into the independent space with death in her arms: "Hope

If you seriously understand the life you have turned into an ant, I guarantee you will be surprised."

Yegana never wanted to understand life, turned around, entered that independent space, and then disappeared.

With the departure of Yegana and the Galaxy of Death, the black aura shrouding all directions suddenly disappeared. All the undead were collapsing and dissipating...

The afterglow of the setting sun splashed down, shining on the dry land moistened by blood. The fierce battles and the devastating magic changed the terrain here, causing the raging Griffin River to change its course to the east. Countless deep pits are scattered all over the place.

The former riverbank looked like the surface of the moon covered with craters. Thousands of hills, large and small, rose up, turning the flat Griffin Plain into a hilly area.

With this area where the fiercest fighting broke out as the core, within a radius of dozens of miles, the entire ground seemed to have been plowed countless times. The accumulated bones and undead fragments were more than a foot thick, and once blocked the Griffin River.

A narrow passage split open the thick debris of the undead and extended straight into the distance. It was a passage of flesh and blood through which tens of millions of beings from different races and beliefs fought their way through the undead army.

Along this blood-stained passage, only the strong men in this world can get close to the terrifying King of the Undead, and have the opportunity to fight to the death with the King of the Undead, and this world can be saved.

Douglas waved his hand in the sky and scattered a golden light, which was a god-level healing technique.

Bathed in the golden light, the injured groaned in comfort. It would not take long for them to recover. These remaining creatures on the battlefield are already the last elite warriors in this world.

It is a pity that the arm of the heavily armored warrior Ron and his heavy weapon have disappeared into nothingness forever, and they cannot be recovered no matter what kind of treatment. Ron does not care about his arm at all, but it is

It was just an arm. If it was lost, it was lost. At least he had saved his life. He was already very satisfied.

The most satisfying thing is that being able to fight with the world's top strong men and defeat the terrifying King of the Undead is enough for people to spend the rest of their lives in glory and pride. Especially being able to witness with one's own eyes a

The birth of the god had already made Ron so excited that he was shaking and speechless.

The honest and honest Ron raised his head and shouted loudly to the gods in the sky: "Hey, Mr. Douglas... No, it's His Majesty Douglas. Should I pay homage to you? Or should I be more humble?

Woolen cloth?"

"No, you don't have to worship me, because I am not your god, I only belong to the orcs. You also don't have to be deliberately humble, because you are as noble as me, and humility is not your nature."

Being able to talk to gods on an equal footing, Ron didn't know how to describe his feelings, but he was still struggling with one thing, which made his tone seem a bit rude, as if he was not facing a god.

Not only, but a very familiar old friend: "Even if that woman has the ability to control time and space, can't you still defeat her?"

"In terms of pure combat power, she is no match for me."

"Then why don't you kill that hateful woman? I... the three of us gave you a scroll. That thing is a magic weapon specially used to deal with that woman. Have you forgotten it?"

The female priest next to her tugged Ron hard and reminded in a low voice: "Stupid guy, pay attention to your words, you are talking to a god..."

Before Ron could speak, Douglas had already smiled, and his smile filled the world with a peaceful atmosphere: "No, Angel, I know Ron's nature, and I also understand what he means. It's just that you don't understand death yet.

What is it? In fact, death is truly eternal and cannot be eliminated. Even God cannot do it. As long as we don’t have those negative emotions in our hearts, as long as life can be faced calmly, in fact, death is simply insignificant.

Things. Death is one of the truths of the universe. This is already the category of God. I hope you can understand it."

Douglas paused for a moment, and the smile on his face grew wider. When he stretched out his hand, a small magic scroll appeared in his palm: "Of course I will not forget this scroll, but I don't want to use it.

Because it is meaningless to keep the guardian of death, just like keeping me, the guardian of life, is meaningless to life. Death will return to the land of death, just like I will eventually return to the kingdom of God.

,do you understand?"

The faces of the mage Phil and the priest Angel were blank, but they nodded vigorously and said in unison: "Thanks to His Highness Douglas for your teachings, we already understand."

"You guys know nothing, why am I getting more and more confused the more I listen to you?"

The honest Ron made Douglas laugh again. He raised his hand slightly, and the scroll in his hand flew up automatically and flew into Ron's hand: "This is the scroll you gave me. Now, I will treat it as

A souvenir for you. I hope you will always remember this day and the comrades who fought side by side with you. No matter which race you are from or which god you believe in, all lives should live in harmony."

The gift given by the gods, is it an artifact with divine power? This most mundane thought made the mercenaries of the Invincible Triangle immersed in excitement and excitement. They did not understand Douglas's words at all and just kept lighting the lights.

head.

Ron whispered to his two companions: "I guess His Highness Douglas must have added divine power to the scroll and gave it to us as a gift to commemorate our friendship. Such a scroll must be sold for a lot of gold coins, right? Maybe?

It can make us one...no, three, this is a gift from God, it will definitely make us three rich men!"

"Gold coins? Rich man?" Angel's mouth was as wide as Phil's, and he looked at his life and death robe with the eyes of a monster: "No wonder we have always been little mercenaries without any future, just because of you.

This idiot is dragging us two down. This is a gift from God. We should pass it on from generation to generation. How can we exchange it for gold coins?"

Douglas's loud voice has sounded again, reverberating between heaven and earth: "You are indeed mercenaries, but you have never been little mercenaries without a future. I have already seen your future, and your achievements will exceed yours."

imagination!"

This sentence made the three little mercenaries of the Invincible Triangle look stunned, and then burst into crazy laughter.

Amidst the laughter, the three mercenaries were talking incoherently: "Old-fashioned Phil, and idiot Ron, I have long said that mercenaries are a promising profession, but you have never believed my words.

Now that the gods have said that we will have great achievements, do you still doubt my words?"

"Is that what I said? I really don't know who that guy is who has been clamoring to go home and inherit Dad's grocery store..."

"Definitely not. I have always been optimistic about the mercenary profession, and I have always been the most dedicated person in our group..."

A huge golden beam of light fell from the sky, completely covering Douglas in mid-air. The majestic power was overwhelming, and the burly golden figure seemed like a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth.

"Lord... Your great Highness Douglas, are you going to ascend to the kingdom of heaven?" Moros, who was covered in blood, looked at this familiar figure with tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you going to leave us?

?”

"No, my most heroic warrior, I will not leave you. I will pay attention to you in the Kingdom of God, pay attention to you, pay attention to the Kent Wasteland and the Orc Empire."

Compared with the extremely excited Moros, Spanoulis seemed much calmer. He knelt down on one knee and made a loud voice: "My God, our God of Kent, may your glory always shine on us and shine on us."

Our Kent Moor.”

"Oversight and protection will be my priesthood, and I will always be with you."

In the constant golden light beam, Douglas's figure has been very blurred. Maybe it only takes a moment for him to ascend to the Kingdom of God.

Liu Yuanteng stared at Douglas's increasingly blurry figure. He opened his mouth several times, but hesitated. Finally, he said nothing and just watched silently.

"My brother Elf, you have lost a lot, but you will gain more. You have opened up a new era for the elves. When your existence is no longer necessary, people will call you Father God.

!At some point in the future, we will meet again, bless you my elf brother..."

Because all the divinity was integrated into Douglas's body, Liu Endeng forever lost the opportunity to step into the altar, and the elves also forever lost their unique gods. This loss is huge, but it is worth it.

, because there is still a new era waiting for this ancient race.

"Beyesi, what I want to say to you is..." Amidst the resounding divine words, a huge golden dragon has risen into the sky. The half-elf on the golden dragon seems to have no interest in the gods in the golden light pillar.

He just waved his hand casually: "If you have anything to say, let's leave it to later. If I have time and Ai Gelis is also interested, we will visit your Kingdom of God. But before that, we have to go

I’m going on a trip to some fun outer plane, which is a promise I’ve made to Aeglis a long time ago!”

The golden beam of light suddenly retracted, and Douglas's figure had disappeared from this world. A clear dragon roar sounded in the sky, and the orcs on the ground were worshiping with tears in their eyes...

The setting sun in the west is as bright as fire, shining on the world and all the creatures in this world!