I Am God!

Lord's Mansion.

The Hunter family's mansion was built as well as the royal palace, and even slightly surpassed Suinhall's palace in some aspects.

The lord of the Hunter family looks like a king in every aspect.

Perhaps he thought so himself.

To the southwest of Suinhall he was king.

At this moment, this "king" summoned another "king".

The scorching sun is rising in the sky.

Ackerman passed through the heavily guarded buildings and glanced at the sky.

His whole body was covered under a large cloak, and this prop cloak hid all his information and appearance.

Even so, he still felt that he was not used to the blazing sunshine, so he wrapped himself hard and said.

"Compared to the sun."

"I still prefer the starry sky."

As he walked, he talked to himself.

"I heard that the world of the gods is an endless void, and in the deepest part there is a dreamy sea of ​​stars left by the Creator."

"I don't know when I can see it."

As for what the world of gods is like, Ackerman still knows from the monsters of the abyss.

Ackerman stepped onto the steps guarded by the powerful, and was led by the guards through the long corridor on the side and into a somewhat hidden place.

This is the most heavily guarded place of the Hunter family, and the people inside are also the most trusted by the old lord.

Ackerman came here alone, which seemed to mean that he was completely under the control of the other party. According to the rules between nobles, it also meant that he completely surrendered to the other party.

There was even a third-level powerful person outside who came to check whether there were any dangerous objects on Ackermanmon.

But Ackerman just raised his head and glanced at him. The third-level powerful man's eyes glowed red, and he fell into confusion.

Ackerman: "Have you finished the inspection?"

The third-level powerful man nodded vaguely: "It should be over."

"Buzz~"

Ackerman watched as two strong soldiers pushed open the heavy door.

Inside is a hidden and somewhat gloomy palace, built in a style exactly like the palace of the King of Gods.

"Mr. Mengmeng."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

On the bed in the distance, the Lord of the Red Earth Territory reluctantly sat up and looked at Ackerman.

It seems that his condition is already very bad. This place is usually opened by the lords of the Hunter family when their lives come to an end to carry out the final inheritance and arrangements of the family.

In front of the curtain of the bed, two powerful men holding long swords stood guard, looking at Ackermanmon with eager eyes.

These are two third-level powerful people.

In addition, the entire room is also decorated with enchantments and ritual arrays.

It seems that almost all the core strength of the Hunter family is here, and the other party has used almost everything for this meeting, very cautiously.

The old lord spoke, his hoarse voice echoing in the empty space.

"You've been moving a lot recently, and you've exceeded the limits we agreed on before."

"He even created a silver god."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The old lord looked at Ackermanmon sharply and issued a series of questions.

"Sero, King of Ghouls!"

"The madman who wants to devour the gods with a mortal body, is he not dead yet?"

"Is he the Silver God?"

The old lord guessed something, expressed all his doubts, and then stared at Ackermanmon's movements, as if he wanted to see some problem from it.

Ackermanmon told the old lord.

"no."

"Sero is dead, and died in the plan of the evil god of original sin."

The old lord showed a regretful expression: "He is a powerful guy, I thought I would be lucky enough to see him."

But in fact, he was deeply relieved.

If a guy like Thoro hadn't died, he would have felt scared. No one is not afraid of such an unscrupulous lunatic.

Old lord: "Then what do you want to do?"

Ackerman did not answer, but asked: "What do you think?"

The old lord smiled: "You should be a student of the Ghoul King Thro?"

"You are preaching everywhere because you want to resurrect Thoro."

"Although Thuro is dead, he is not completely dead."

"Because before he died, he left a way to live forever, right?"

The old lord seemed to have some incredible information, showing a confident and affirmative expression.

Ackermann stood there for a long time without saying a word, as if the old lord had spoken his mind.

In other words, he was guessing how the old lord knew.

The old lord smiled. Ackerman's appearance made him feel that everything was under control.

"I can allow what you do, and even help you hide it so that you are not discovered by the temple and the goddess."

"but."

"I want the method in your hand to achieve immortality and eternal life."

Ackerman raised his head: "Do the followers of the Scarlet Goddess also want to betray the gods?"

"The leader of the Hunter family also wants the dark secret technique of the ghoul?"

Here, the old lord who controls the situation no longer has to be secretive: "The gods are too stingy. We have to get some things ourselves."

Before Ackerman could answer, the old lord said loudly: "However, what I want is true immortality, not the way you fool people."

Ackerman: "Okay."

"I can give you the method, but everything you promise must be fulfilled."

Old Lord: "Of course, but you have to prove that your method can indeed be used first."

Ackerman: "I need a piece of material."

The old lord clapped his hands, and before Ackerman could say what the material was, a dying man was delivered to him.

This is the "material".

The old lord said: "Please!"

Everything seemed to be under his control.

Ackerman looked at the snake man in front of him, covered with abscesses, and could feel that he was in great pain.

But even after it became like this, he still looked at Ackerman Meng with unwilling eyes.

"help me!"

"Help me~"

But Ackermann stretched out his hand and grabbed his throat mercilessly.

The snake man instantly arched his body, his eyes bulged out, and he glared at Ackerman.

"No……"

"I don't want to die, I can't..."

"I...live..."

"Well……"

At first, he could still spit out a few syllables, but then all that was left was the horrible huffing sound.

Ackerman seemed to be intentionally slowing down the process, allowing him to fully experience death.

He felt death approaching bit by bit.

But the more this happened, the greater the fear of death in his eyes, and the stronger his desire for life.

The guard said at this time: "I obviously asked you to save him, what are you doing?"

But the old lord stopped him and said the words that the followers of the Silver God said most recently.

"Death is not the end, but a new beginning."

The old lord looked at Ackerman and smiled.

"right!"

"This is the teaching of the Church of the Silver God."

Ackerman responded without raising his head: "It seems you know a lot."

At this time, the "material" finally died completely.

Next, the silver insect mark on Ackermanmon's hand squirmed, and the power in his body surged out.

He saw a ritual formation spreading beneath him.

The snake man who had completely died suddenly experienced strange changes.

His dream of life has drifted away, heading to the dreamy sea of ​​stars in the Kingdom of the Creator God.

But the strong unwillingness and pursuit of living that emanated gradually condensed into an illusory insect under the influence of the ritual.

The insect was originally illusory, but after getting into the snake man's body, it devoured the flesh and blood in his body and turned into reality bit by bit.

Corpse-eating bugs.

You can see a stripe path arching on the surface of the snake man's skin, as if something is constantly running upwards.

at last.

Got into his brain.

At this time, the snake man who had just died began to shake violently.

Ackermanmon looked at the old lord again: "We still need materials."

The old lord's body had already left the bed at this time, and he couldn't help but reach forward, trying to get a clear look at the scene below.

From the moment the dead snake man began to tremble and move again, he could no longer remain calm.

His eyes revealed shock and deep longing.

Compared to the dead snake man below, his desire to live is stronger than the other person.

"give him."

"Give it all to him."

After hearing Ackerman's words, he immediately shouted loudly, his voice full of impatience.

Two armored soldiers came in from outside the door, tied up a skinny slave and threw him down.

Although the slave didn't know what was going to happen, he instinctively let out a whimper of fear and kept struggling.

"Roar!"

At this time, the snake man who had just died suddenly stood up and roared wildly.

His eyes were red, he made a strange noise in his throat, and he instinctively looked around to find something.

Like a hungry beast.

Ackermanmon said to the soldiers: "Kill the sacrifice and let the flesh and blood and the smell of death flow out."

The soldier glanced at it, and then immediately followed Ackermanmon's order to kill the slave.

Blood flowed out, and the crazy snake man immediately looked at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly broke free with great strength.

Then he pounced.

The next scene is horrifying.

The snake man who had just been "resurrected" ate a corpse alive.

The sound of chewing people echoed in the wide space.

But it can also be seen that the snake man's figure is undergoing huge changes.

As he devoured it, the sores on his body healed little by little.

His originally thin body became stronger bit by bit.

This is the power of corpse-eating insects, and it is also the unwillingness of countless people to die and their desire to live.

This is a birth from death.

A real ghoul.

A true ghoul as a race.

They were born from the radiation of the power of the magical item Silver Insect. They condensed the living's fear of death and strong desire for life and turned into corpse insects. Finally, the corpse insects took over their original bodies and turned into ghouls.

As long as the magical tool Silver Insect exists and as long as death exists, they will always exist and continue.

This newly born new ghoul is also being devoured, recovering bit by bit from madness and hunger.

Finally, he stood up in a daze and walked around on the stone-paved floor. He came to his senses in a daze and looked at his body.

"I'm alive~"

"I'm ready.

He showed a confused expression and said with blood on the corner of his mouth.

But everyone heard it clearly.

Everyone else present showed expressions of shock, ecstasy, and fear.

Ackermann lowered his head and seemed to pay no attention to his work.

They didn't even see it.

At this time, Akerman, who had his head lowered, moved his lips slightly, and the words that came out of his lips were exactly those two sentences.

"I'm alive."

"I'm ready."

In everyone's eyes, there is only the person who has risen from the dead.

——

The old lord was helped up by a girl and walked forward for a while.

He leaned over and looked at it for a long time, and seemed to finally confirm something.

He breathed out of his dry throat for a long time before spitting out a single word.

"good!"

"Really alive, really alive."

"It turns out that people can really come back from the dead."

"Sero, the King of Ghouls, who dares to devour gods, is indeed no ordinary person."

Until now, he still thought that everything was left behind by the former King of Ghouls and the chief of the Ghoul Secret Cult.

He couldn't believe that the guy in front of him had done the unimaginable thing of "resurrecting from the dead".

It is even more unimaginable that what Ackerman did was not for the purpose of resurrecting Thoro.

But to become a god.

He didn't even know that everything he saw was problematic. It was impossible for a ghoul born in this way to remember the past. It was a completely new individual.

Everything was under control before, but the old lord who seemed to know everything was completely unaware of this matter.

The information he got seemed correct, but not entirely correct.

All he knew was that everything he knew had been fulfilled.

Ackermanmon indeed has the methods that Thoro left behind.

Ackerman has a powerful item on him.

Ackerman can bring people back to life.

Advance step by step, and every step is verified.

This has convinced him of all this.

Ackerman stood there and said to the old lord.

"I've done it, now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

The old lord only had eyes for the man who had resurrected from the dead, without even looking at Ackerman.

"Very good."

"It's actually true."

"I don't have to die, I can continue to live."

It wasn't until this moment that he seemed to respond to Ackerman by saying something vaguely.

"What you said is indeed true."

But after saying these words, a figure gradually walked out of the dark corner.

It was a figure with a pale complexion and reddish pupils.

He said while wearing decent clothes and responding with standard aristocratic etiquette.

"certainly."

"Everything I said is true."

It was the old ghoul who had been following Ackermanmon. It seemed that he had already defected to the Hunter family and the Red Earth Territory.

This doesn't seem surprising.

Compared to the cult of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult, the Hunter family, which controls the entire Red Earth Territory, has a better future.

At least that's what it seems on the surface.

The old lord laughed, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, his eyes filled with endless greed and pride.

He has not yet become a ghoul, but now he looks no different from a real ghoul.

He didn't even say any unnecessary nonsense, and directly gave the order without looking at Ackerman.

"Get him."

"I want the prop on his body and the method he has in his head."

How could the ambitious old lord be willing to cooperate with Ackermanmon? Everything he had done before was just to make sure that what the "traitor" said was true, and to make sure that Ackermanmon really had what he wanted. Just something you want.

At this moment, the conflict completely broke out.

Several layers of barriers and ritual formations were suddenly activated, controlling the place like a cage.

Transformed into layers of light realms.

Now, the inside and outside are completely isolated.

No matter what happens inside, it can't be felt outside.

Powerful people poured in one after another, surrounding Ackerman. It seemed that he was in dire straits.

But Ackermanmon looked left and right, raised his head and looked at the lord of the Red Earth Territory.

"Whose prison is this?"

The powerful ones took action and wanted to control and seal Akmanmon.

As long as Ackerman is captured, the props and secret techniques on him will naturally belong to the old lord.

The ritual spell array beneath him erupted, suppressing Ackermanmon's power.

One after another magical spells hit Ackerman from the surroundings, and various magical props were entangled.

There are activated ropes.

There is a third-level prop seal scroll.

There are nails that nail His power.

Everyone has a clear division of labor and is interconnected. From the beginning, this was a trap set for Ackerman.

"catch him."

"We can't let him die."

“This guy is a powerful person, so be careful.

But a voice came and drowned out all the sounds.

"Silver field."

The silvery white light spread, and a spiritual force field directly covered everything, suppressing the innermost two layers of ritual formations.

Then spread outward.

He directly bounced all the props away, and everyone froze immediately.

"What's going on?" Everyone was still confused as they watched the props they controlled fly back.

"Spiritual force field." The only third-level powerful person immediately burst out in exclamation.

"Fourth-level power, apostle of God." Another third-level power person also shouted in horror. He turned around and wanted to escape. At the same time, he wanted to summon his own cursed puppet, but the silver mental force field had already covered him, and he The summoned cursed puppet was suppressed instantly.

Countless bugs emerged from Ackermanmon's body and filled the field.

Immediately afterwards.

Got into other people's bodies.

Everyone shouted in horror, but they were drowned by the transparent insects in an instant.

This secret room of the palace, which had a somewhat gloomy tone, had completely turned into a sea of ​​insects.

And Ackerman's figure floated up little by little.

Coming from the sea of ​​insects, heading towards the location of the old lord.

The old lord finally saw Ackermanmon's figure clearly, the outline under the prop cloak that concealed information and figure.

He had long since gotten rid of his snake-man appearance and his mortal form.

The form of God.

Only then did he speak out in disbelief: "Apostle?"

After he finished speaking, he pushed down the girl who was supporting him in fear. The girl was so frightened that she couldn't even run.

The old lord ran towards the side passage.

But at this time, the old ghoul who had taken refuge with him came out, blocked his way, and saluted respectfully.

"Lord Lord."

"Where do you want to go?"

The old lord pointed at him: "You...you..."

He seemed to understand something.

At this time, Ackerman took off the hood on his head, revealing his young appearance.

"Thank you for letting me come here, and thank you for creating such a hidden environment for me to take away everything from you."

"It's perfect, exactly what I wanted."

The old lord looked over and said, "Did you arrange for him to come here?"

Ackermanmon: "Ghouls can betray the leader of the Ghoul Cult, but ghouls will never betray their master."

"Thurlow's eyes only see the sky and the end. I like to hold my things in my own hands."

"But you will never understand this. You think your power and wealth can buy everyone off, do you?"

"But power and wealth are nothing compared to real power."

"Master of the Red Earth Territory."

"This is the world of gods. Your own power, the power of authority, is the real power."

The old lord understood everything completely, and he roared angrily and unwillingly.

"what do you want to do?"

"Do you want to become the king of Suinhor and ascend the supreme throne?"

Ackerman was stunned for a moment.

It seems that this person is laughing at him and looking down on him.

"throne?"

"I just walked down from it."

"What a king, the person sitting on it is just a prisoner."

"I don't need that kind of thing."

The old lord looked at Ackerman and suddenly asked with a trembling voice.

"who are you?"

As soon as the old lord finished speaking, he remembered the other party's name.

"Manmeng?"

He had never thought about the specialness of this name before, but at this moment, Ackermann admitted that he was once a king.

It seemed to be clear all of a sudden.

The old lord screamed out the other party's name with an almost broken voice.

"Ackermanmon."

"The last generation of King of Snakes?"

The old lord didn't understand: "Guys like you, people like you."

"Why did you choose to become a ghoul?"

Ackerman kept approaching: "I didn't choose to become a ghoul, it was me and Thro who created the ghoul."

Ackerman finally walked up to the old lord and held his head.

Looking at him with cold eyes, his voice revealed disdain that was different from his expression.

"What is a king?"

“Nor is the high throne a throne.”

"But...the throne of God."

The silver bug completely engulfed everything, killing everyone instantly.

And then among these corpses, brand new individuals were born one after another.

True ghoul.

Ackerman sat in the old lord's seat and said, "Old man, you did a good job this time."

The old ghoul responded humbly: "Everything is for His Majesty's plan."

Ackerman: "I have long ceased to be your Majesty."

Old Ghoul: "If you are not His Majesty on the throne, then you must be His Majesty on the throne of God."

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The door reopens.

There were still the same few guards outside the door, and they didn't seem to notice what was happening inside.

The old lord came out with a group of his men, and the first order he gave after coming out was.

"I'm old and want to build myself a mausoleum."

"As for how to build it, you follow Mr. Menmeng's advice."

Ackerman stood up, as if obeying the old lord's words.

Subsequently.

The Red Earth Territory summoned a large number of hard laborers and craftsmen.

But after they were summoned, they disappeared from the sight of others.

They crossed the jungle and were taken to a hidden barren wasteland, where they built an extremely magnificent mausoleum.

A pyramid-style mausoleum.

——

A large number of craftsmen and powerful people gathered in this wasteland, and with them came materials and supplies that were constantly being sent here.

"Why did your lord build such a big mausoleum?"

"How do you know what adults think."

"Why so urgent?"

"You don't know? The Lord is dying. This is a mausoleum built for him. Of course it is urgent."

Ordinary snake-human beings create huge stones one after another and build them into huge pyramid structures.

Some elite powerful people were responsible for arranging the ritual formation above according to some of the drawings handed down by Mr. Menmeng, who presided over the construction.

Ordinary craftsmen, on the other hand, do the most tiring and arduous work according to the arrangements, and obey the arrangements of the powerful and the supervisors.

The lord was very anxious, and the construction of this pyramid was almost done day and night.

The pyramid had just been built in prototype form, and Ackermanmon had already entered it.

In the core chamber of the pyramid.

Dense lines covered the dome, floor, and walls.

Ackerman summoned the magical tool Silver Insect and placed the Silver Insect on it.

He spoke.

"Death is not the end!"

"But a new beginning."

"A race born from death, look for those unwilling resentments."

One sentence fell.

The power of the pyramid and the ritual radiates the power of the magical tool Silver Insect to the surroundings.

The huge pyramid is like a signal tower, radiating the power of the Silver Insect far away.

future.

As the pyramid continues to improve, it will gradually expand to cover the entire red soil territory.

After all, the Silver Insect is not a mythical item, and it is currently impossible for it to respond and communicate through the power of the dream world. This is currently the limit.

But for Ackermanmon, this was enough.

Akhmenmon imitated Kurmis and built this pyramid in order to implement his second plan.

Let the ghouls truly become a race, a huge group.

As the pyramids began to be built, one strange thing after another began to appear in the red soil territory.

The influence is not huge, but it is very strange.

When powerful people die, they are generally not buried in ordinary cemeteries. Temples have their own cemeteries, and powerful people's families also have their own family cemeteries, which are usually guarded by dedicated personnel.

Only under special circumstances would some lonely powerful people leave their bodies outside.

But recently, some strange things have happened in the temple cemeteries and the cemeteries of some powerful people.

Someone heard movement in the sarcophagus of the deceased.

"Is there movement in the tomb?"

"There are dead people inside, how could there be any movement."

"How can this be?"

But when I looked again later, I found that the movement was gone.

Except for the person involved, no one else believed it at all.

"I must have heard wrong."

"Everyone is dead, how can they survive?"

On the road, it is said that someone came across a rotting corpse walking.

Those stinking corpses seemed to have just crawled out of the graves and were running in a certain direction.

But the person who told the rumor quickly disappeared.

And in the eyes of ordinary people, some unusual things were observed.

Next to the business road.

A common beast dies, emitting a foul odor.

When passersby walked over to take a look, they found that the corpse was densely covered with strange insects.

"What's this?"

"Bugs, lots of bugs."

"What kind of insect is this?"

However, when these bugs are touched with something, they melt instantly and disappear like water.

"Where are the bugs?"

"Disappeared?"

The people in the caravan looked at each other.

This situation is not isolated, but is increasing.

It not only appeared on the corpses of beasts, but also on the corpses of snake men.

This will happen if the dead Snake Man is not buried in time.

This kind of bugs don't know where they come from, and they don't know why they disappear; they specialize in devouring the flesh and blood of corpses, making people feel horrible and disgusting.

But apart from being weird and disgusting, it's not a big deal. After all, it doesn't endanger people's lives.

It also starts from this day.

Corpses, death, squirming bugs.

They began to be closely connected.

People don't know where it comes from, only that it represents death.

That is a curse and reincarnation.

Countless years later.

Although he changed his face, he gradually lost his extraordinary characteristics and power over the long years, and changed his name.

They still exist.