Cthulhu Gonfalon

The underworld is always a dark, black, pressed, and heavy, and the air is filled with disturbing fog. Don't say that it is a living person, even if you are dead, you will feel uneasy here.

Fortunately, this situation will not last long. Every time the underworld will wind up, the mighty wind will sweep around, and the undead will be blown up, like confetti and fallen leaves, generally drifting in the wind, and finally fall into the meditation. In the middle of the river, along the river, to the home and beginning of all souls, the sea of ​​souls, the holy land that the gods yearn for but are not allowed to approach.

Of course, in the process of going to the sea of ​​souls, the complete soul will be washed away by the river, gradually collapsed, and scattered into countless spirits - that is the basic unit that constitutes the soul. In the process, all the past and the past of this soul will be completely dissipated, and even it will dissipate itself. In the future, these spirits will form new souls with other spirits and start a new life.

The male floated on the banks of the Styx, watching the souls swept by the shade of the wind and falling into the Styx. They had all kinds of expressions on their faces, but soon after they fell into the river, all the expressions gradually returned to calm and turned into a serene color.

It is said that the souls in the Styx are sleeping, and they can never wake up to sleep.

It is not difficult to take a few souls from the Styx River in the skill of Yuxiong. He also has this idea - the soul that enters the Styx is almost nothing but the owner, and whoever has the ability to get it. As for bringing back is to cultivate a believer? Still transforming into a god, it is all about it. As long as you don't do something that hurts the world, no one will ever ask.

For example, when he had had a conflict with Kazuo, he later talked to him with the help of Vier, and gave him the dark night system of the soul transformation technology. They often went to the Styx to salvage the soul and go back and transform it into believer.

No way, what are the ghosts of the night gods, the vampires, the necromancers... They want to collect the believers in a good way, it is not easy. Instead, artificial believers rely on the means of transforming the soul, which is much more efficient.

Many small gods, as well as gods who have not preached in the main plane, will choose the same approach. Even the kind gods don't object, in any case, being able to become believers living in the kingdom of God, or transforming into gods, is better than turning the soul into the sea of ​​souls.

Yan Xiong observed it carefully, but after watching it for a long time, he did not find even a soul worthy of his own effort to fish out from the river.

His request is very high. If the soul is not good enough, he would rather not shoot.

A church like him has a **** of sufficient scale and does not lack the soul of a believer.

After a while, he finally found a good soul. The soul is very strong. Although he has fallen into the Styx, he still maintains a relatively complete self. He does not fall into a serene sleep like a normal soul and begins. Disintegration, this is the best material to transform into a god.

With a wave of tentacles, it turned into a slender thread like a fish line, and lightly explored the Styx, and suddenly caught the soul and hooked it out of the Styx.

"The intensity is not low." When the soul arrived, Xiongxiong determined that his observations were indeed correct. It was completely worth the effort. So he quickly put some power into the soul, let it stabilize, and then put it back.

Because now there is something to do.

"Hello, I haven't seen you for a long time." To the far-sightedness of the sudden appearance, and a black robe with a long sickle, he said hello, and he first talked about the topic. "I have always had a question. Your dress is almost the same as that of the hell. Are they learning you, or are you learning them?"

The natural person is the supreme god, the **** of death on the bright side of the underworld.

The **** of death apparently did not expect that Xiongxiong came to the underworld and released the news that invited him to meet. The opening ceremony turned out to be such a problem. After a moment, he replied: "I have a cooperation agreement with Hell, so I lend them to them. Some power. The body of Hell's messenger is the ritual necessary to borrow some of my strength."

This answer is not beyond the expectations of Yuxiong, so he could not help but ask: "So you would like to sign a cooperation agreement with me? If you can have a messenger from the underworld in the court, I believe it can greatly enhance us. The state’s deterrence against criminals."

The **** of death nodded: "This is no problem, I am willing to cooperate with all the gods who respect the principle of life and death - but, come to me, is it for this little thing?"

Yan Xiong smiled and hesitated a little, but he still said his true intentions.

"I don't agree." After listening to his narrative, Death answered very simply. "The lords have lived long enough and should not live longer. You occasionally help one or two of them. I have no opinion. But I want to. If you want to help them renew their lives on a large scale, this will not work."

Such a reply did not surprise Yan Xiong. In fact, he almost already guessed that this would be the answer. For the **** of death, in addition to the maintenance of life and death, other things are not important - goodness, evil, order, or chaos, no difference to him.

The gods slightly interfere with the life and death of a mortal, which is acceptable to the **** of death. But to intervene on a large scale, it is beyond the limits that He can tolerate.

Of course, everything can be negotiated, but Yuxiong can't get the conditions for the satisfaction of death. He is not a big-faced cat. He doesn't plan to fight against death for this little thing, so he has to forget. .

He sighed with some regret and was about to say goodbye. The **** of death suddenly asked: "Why do you want to help those lords to continue their lives?"

"In order to exchange them to help me preach." Yuxiong replied.

"There are a lot of conditions that can be exchanged. Why use the most difficult and most valuable exchange?"

Yuxiong stunned.

He really didn't think about this.

For mortals, it is a big thing to continue life. Almost anything can be exchanged with this. But... As the **** of death said, as a powerful god, there are many things that you can do. Why do you want to take the big things like renewal to exchange with the lords?

"And... I am not in the impression that you are promoting republicanism?" Death said, "That means you should be against the inheritance system of the family lords. Since you are against this, why should you help those who rule the territory?" Personal belongings, nobles taught and inherited from generation to generation?"

Yan Xiong’s eyes widened and he was even more shocked.

On the one hand, he was pointed out to be a blind spot in thinking. On the other hand, he was surprised that death is actually so concerned with human affairs.

"You... why would you study this?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Because it's boring." The **** of death calmly replied, "The underworld is too boring, I always want to find something to pass the time."

Because I was bored... I was speechless and silent for a long time before I asked, "So what do you think, what should I do?"

"What should you do, why should you ask me?" Death asked, "It should be up to you to decide what to do."

"Is there a suggestion?"

"I am a **** of death, a living thing, don't ask me." After that, the figure of death disappeared without a trace, leaving only Xiongxiong standing in the air and meditating silently.