I Am God!

In hell.

The "god" holding the scythe just leaned forward, and Nite was so frightened that he backed away. He even forgot what he was doing.

Forgetting hatred, forgetting to resurrect his mother and the people in the town, only the body's instinct to escape was left.

Because the existence in front of me is so terrifying, it makes people feel like a domesticated poultry, seeing a butcher holding a butcher knife outside the animal pen.

"Nite!"

However, the other party stopped calling Nite's name.

This forced Nite to stop.

"God" spoke again.

"I gave you a new form, so that you are still alive even if you lose your body, so that you still retain your mind and consciousness."

"It was I who allowed you to escape from the curse of purgatory, and protected you from the eternal hanging curse and the burning fire of purgatory."

Only then did Nite understand the reason why he survived, and he asked at a loss.

"Why did you save me?"

"God" said: "Because you are my believers!"

Nite was stunned. Although these words came from the mouth of a terrifying god of death wielding a scythe, they inexplicably made Nite feel warm.

Nite asked again: "Then why don't you save other people in the town?"

"God" said: "I have saved you, otherwise why would they appear in your body?"

"It's just that for what you pay, you can only get so much."

"There are some things that you need to pay for yourself, rather than relying entirely on gods."

The King of Hell asked him again: "Nite, you came to my kingdom, what do you want this time?"

"Then, what can you give?"

Nite said quickly: "I want to resurrect my mother and the people in the town. They seem to be dead, but they are alive in my body."

The King of Hell said: "They are dead and have become ghosts."

"But I can meet your request, but you have to pay the price."

Nite asked, "What can I do for you?"

King of Hell: "It's very simple. You just need to open the bottle in your body and give me enough ghosts."

As soon as he finished speaking, light flashed in Nite's body.

He lowered his head and looked, only then did he see that his body was gradually becoming transparent, and there was something like a bottle deep inside his body.

As for his mother and everyone in the town, it is better to say that they are contained in that bottle than in his body.

Nite didn't quite understand: "What is enough ghosts dedicated to you, and what is this bottle?"

The King of Hell told Nite: "It is my artifact, and I put it in your body in order to save you."

He looked at Nite with scrutiny, and his tone was expectant.

"Nite, I have high expectations for you!"

After speaking, he pointed to Nite's chest.

"I have given you the power of an apostle, but you haven't learned how to use it yet. I will tell you later."

"You will then become my apostle, my spokesperson in the world. You can turn people into ghosts and send them to my kingdom."

"And that bottle, it's my preparation for your next step."

Nite didn't understand something.

But he thought about it carefully and realized that turning a living person into a ghost was equivalent to killing someone, right?

He quickly said: "I can't kill others just to resurrect my mother and the people in the town. I can't do it."

But the King of Hell told him: "You can change your mind. This is just to guide the believers in hell to return to the kingdom of God, and it is also to send the villains to hell to be punished."

"Everyone is mortal, life is only a part of death, and the world after death is longer and more real."

"Some people receive God's blessing after death, while others do not."

"so."

"What matters is not life or death, but God's protection."

Nite should be special to the King of Hell.

Because he actually allowed Nite to visit his divine kingdom.

Nite saw that everything was in order in the city of the dead, and the ghosts seemed to be living the same life as when they were alive, or even better than when they were alive.

The King of Hell said: "I am in charge of the kingdom of the dead. The more pious a person is, the more gifts he will receive."

Nite also saw the scene outside the wilderness of the City of the Dead. Hungry ghosts wandered endlessly, advancing in the wind, frost, ice and snow without end.

The voice of the King of Hell came, followed by the howling of the cold wind.

"Look, Nite!"

"And those who do evil will only get this fate."

"Don't you want to send those guilty people, your enemies, here?"

"Let them taste eternal hunger, eternal cold, eternal desolation and darkness?"

These words sounded particularly tempting.

At least that's the case for Nite.

Nite seemed to have really thought of something, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at those lonely souls who were forever wandering in the darkness and desolation. It seemed that the other person's face overlapped with someone else's face.

"Yes, a truly great god should give such punishment to guilty people."

The God of Heaven of Wing Man did not respond to Nite's matter, and it seemed that the God of Hell completely satisfied Nite.

Nite finally stopped at the core of hell. He saw the so-called most devout believers, watching them live in splendid palaces, enjoying the best of everything, and only need to pray to the gods every day.

Nite asked, "Don't they have to do anything?"

King of Hell: "They have no sorrow or pain. They don't have to do anything. They just have to live."

Nite stared blankly at the people in the distance: "Is it enough to just live?"

Finally, a look of envy appeared on his face: "That's really great."

Next.

Nite received the inheritance about the Death Lord. He knew how to mobilize the terrible power in his body. In addition, he also knew how to open the "bottle".

There are restrictions on opening the "bottle", and a complete ritual barrier must be arranged, with various requirements.

At least for now, Nite can't really open "Him".

However, just by Nite mobilizing the power within his body, he was already shocked.

The power rolled up and turned into a storm, rising into the sky.

He said in shock: "I am so powerful."

Because he just waved his hand, all the ghosts that were originally uncontrollable flew out of his body and ran into the distance.

He can use the other party's perspective, or he can pour his own power into one of the ghosts, and he can turn it into an extraordinary legion by himself.

This is the power of the apostle, "loaned" to him by "God".

really.

"God" is too generous.

——

Nite returned to the world.

It was already dawn at this time, and he was still hiding in his hut, kneeling in front of the ritual array and candlelight that had long been extinguished.

But when he opened his eyes and raised his head.

He was completely different at this moment. "God" had opened the shackles of his power.

He stood up.

The robes in the form of the dead monarch were dancing, and his consciousness covered the surroundings, seemingly boundless.

The shadow beneath him squirmed.

The spiritual field belonging to him began to spread covertly, and within that field he was the king.

More importantly, he can transform into the form of a god. The body under his black cloak condenses into shape little by little, and his feet fall out from under the cloak.

He stepped on the ground and walked outside.

Nite walked out. He was wearing a cloak, took off his hood to reveal his face, and raised his head to soak in the sunshine.

He stretched out his hand and felt the warmth of the light: "I can eat now."

He tasted the food outside: "I can eat."

He excitedly drank a large bowl of water in one breath. For the first time, he felt that being able to drink water was so joyful.

Two years before that.

He didn't know how many times he passed by mirrors and water and didn't dare to look at himself. He only dared to appear in front of people when night fell. He was afraid of everyone's eyes and didn't dare to think about what he was.

Even if he wanted to cry, he couldn't shed any tears. If he wanted to scream, he could only make strange sounds that didn't belong to him.

And without his body, he felt that his human emotions seemed to recede with time.

This made him extremely frightened, but he had no one to talk to.

He didn't know if he was dead or alive.

Maybe life is worse than death.

At this moment, Nite felt that the world had color.

The young man's face is handsome and a little childish, with fantasy about the world and clear love and hate.

He put his hand on his chest and felt the beating of his heart. He was thinking about what else he could do, what else he could do while alive.

However, at this time, the ghost in his body became restless again.

The whispers came to his ears again.

"Do you only care about yourself?"

"What about us, what should we do?"

One face in particular squeezed out of his neck and screamed sternly at him.

"Nite, have you finished your practice today?"

"Have you completed the task I assigned you?"

One sentence completely woke Nite up.

He was extremely flustered, feeling ashamed of the little happiness and joy in his heart, and seemed to be in a hurry.

He immediately looked to his left and right, wondering what else he had not done.

At the same time, he thought about how he could enjoy it like this alone. His mother and the people in the town had not yet been saved, and their revenge had not yet been avenged.

He spoke loudly, and to others it looked like a man with a split personality talking to himself.

"I don't, I remember them all."

"Mother!"

"I'm not slacking off, I'm not forgetting, I'm working hard."

"I'm just about to do it."

He finally remembered what he wanted to do, his mother, and the people in the town.

"By the way, I need to use the ghost to resurrect my mother and resurrect the people in the town."

Nite left home in a hurry. He thought for a long time and headed to the darkest corner of the city.

The slums that are inevitable in a glamorous metropolis are damp and dark, and smell of feces everywhere.

Every day, a large number of people die here.

Because of hunger, because of illness, or just because of grabbing a piece of food.

Soon, Nite found a young dying man who was seriously injured.

He looked at the other person's eyes that had fallen into a revolving door, and put his hand on the other person's head.

Now.

He can take the other person away with just a thought.

No, he doesn't even have to move, he just needs to wait quietly, and then he can harvest the other party's soul without any psychological burden.

But until the end, he still didn't take action.

"No, he's too young."

He said this to himself.

Next, he found an old man who was about to freeze to death in a drafty wooden house.

But after a long time, he still said.

"No, his eyes say he doesn't want to die."

Nite tossed and turned over and over again, but in the end he didn't succeed at all. Instead, he rescued those people, gave them food, and even gave them some money to survive.

"No, they actually don't have to die."

"They can live, they should live."

Next, Nite chose another place.

Nite walked towards the prison, ignoring the guards and walking to the deepest part. This place was filled with extremely vicious criminals. He could finally kill them!

He saw a man chained with a rope, with bloody flesh and blood. This guy looked extremely vicious.

However, he hesitated.

"Do I really want to kill someone?"

"This is murder!"

"No, this is not murder."

"Then what is this?"

"Yeah, what is this?"

Nite kept persuading himself, trying to give himself a reason to do this.

"It doesn't matter, these are guilty people."

"How do you know they are guilty people? Did you see it? Did you go and witness it and understand it?"

Nite looked at this guy intently, as if he wanted to see something, but in the end he still couldn't tell whether this guy was a good guy or a bad guy.

He even wanted to search the other person's memory, but he was worried that if the other person was a good person, this would directly destroy the other person's brain and memories.

He stayed like this until the end and accomplished nothing.

He kept walking.

I don't know when, he walked under those sky ports where only glamorous people can settle, and only those allowed by the kingdom can pass through.

This is also the inner city of the capital of the Tughzman Kingdom, the most central and highest point.

The top of the tower cannot be seen.

I don’t know how many floors there are, and I don’t know how many people live there.

Commerce and trade are developed here and there are people everywhere.

He had seen this place from a distance when he was a child, but this was the first time he had come close to it.

When he got closer, he realized that this was not a tower at all, but an unprecedented city.

A city with only one building.

Here, Nite saw endless shops as far as the eye could see. The chandeliers illuminated the interior space like daylight, and behind the glass display windows, a dazzling array of products from the alchemy workshop were piled up.

He saw the power of the magic obelisk spreading in all directions, and saw a large number of magic crystal rail cars running on the streets.

For ordinary people, this is the city of the future.

Here he saw snake people, demon spirits, even lizard people, and all kinds of powerful people. Various civilizations, beliefs, and races were intertwined and turned into this sky port.

Nite walked by here with longing in his eyes. In a daze, he thought he saw the kingdom of heaven.

"Wow, it's so nice here."

"The people living here must be very happy!"

He thought so.

But then, he saw large cages being dragged off the magic crystal iron truck in front of the station.

"Dong~"

In order to save effort, the person "unloading" directly pushed it down, and then lifted it up and straightened it.

Inside the cage, the Gray Wings were thrown around and rolled around, squeezed into a corner like garbage, howling in pain and despair, and constantly praying to the outside for something.

"Yeah!"

"Oh no, *****."

"Qu Bian Zi Yan~"

But they spoke words that ordinary people couldn't understand at all, and they were barking like wild beasts even though they were naked.

A large number of "highly civilized people" were watching curiously. They couldn't understand what they were saying, but couldn't help laughing.

Some people passing by couldn't bear to say something, saying how could those people hit others like this? Couldn't they be gentler?

Then, he turned away with pity and couldn't bear to look.

How kind.

Nite could understand those words, because they were the indigenous language of the Gray Wings of the Volcanoes, and many people in the town spoke this kind of language.

That's what they said.

"it hurts!"

"I'm a human being too. I didn't do anything wrong. You can't do this to us."

"Please don't do this, please don't do this."

Nite saw children crying, women huddled together in fear, and old people begging for mercy.

However, their chattering indigenous words only made the transporters more excited. They beat the iron cages to scare them, drove them from one side to the other, and poked them with sticks from outside the cages.

"Look, the life force of these savages is tenacity."

"They're all good stuff!"

"Look at this, is that a birthmark or mud on your body?"

"Don't let it be a sore, otherwise you won't be able to sell it for a price!"

Nite stared at the Gray Wings in those cages, and suddenly walked forward and asked the people who transported the slaves: "Who are they, and what did they do wrong?"

A long time ago, someone seemed to have asked this question.

The slave owner thought it was an order and immediately introduced them: "They are the Gray Wings, a group of savages who are not even civilized and cannot speak a complete language."

Nite asked again: "Then why do you want to arrest them?"

The other party said: "Because someone wants to buy a Wingman slave?"

Nite then turned to look at the cage and looked at the trembling Gray Wings: "So, they didn't do anything wrong, so why do they have to endure this?"

The other party said: "They are just a group of savages, who cares about them?"

"And there's no one behind them, which means there's no trouble. People like this the most."

Yes, if you are a slave with a background or a wealthy family, you will not dare to be so fair even if you buy and sell. The buyer is afraid of retaliation, and the buyer is also worried about getting into trouble.

But these Gray Wings have no such problem.

Nite understands.

There is no other reason than that they are weak.

As the sky port opened, not only did hope and supplies come from afar, but there was also sin.

They brought wealth to this place and plundered everything from the Yiren wantonly, although not in the form of war.

Bustling giant buildings, under the lit chandeliers.

Nite, with his face exposed in a cloak, stood in the center of the crowd, bathed in the light of civilization, while looking at the Gray Wings who were incompatible with this world and were half-clothed.

He suddenly felt that the Gray Wings were so similar to the townspeople.

He even felt that the other person's experience was the same as theirs.

None of them did anything wrong, but they were plundered wantonly by others.

gradually.

The figure of that man appeared before his eyes, an arrogant and condescending man.

He just stretched out his hand and made their lives worse than death and never be reincarnated.

"Are you killing us and plundering us at will because we are weak?"

In reality, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and terrifying power emerged from his body.

He said.

"If that's the case, then I'm stronger than you."

"If I kill you, you can't have any complaints!"

Nite said to those guys with hatred in his eyes.

"Please all of you die!"

"Please... fall into hell!"

"Please, wander in the dark and desolate night forever."

These words are not only spoken to these people, but also to the enemies of Nite hatred.

A ray of light passed by, and everyone in the slave-catching team was instantly frozen and turned into statues.

Shadows floated out from their bodies one by one, and then disappeared.

Everything happened in an instant and ended in an instant.

Also in a moment.

The scene fell into silence.

Nite's first murder seemed to be much simpler than he imagined.

His strength stirred up, and the mental field exploded.

The robe that was so wide that it dragged on the ground floated up, and everyone saw that what stood on the ground was not his tail, nor the feet of the Winged Man.

But the legs of a god.

"Ah~" There were screams at the scene, and people immediately started to flee when they felt the danger.

"That guy...that guy..." Someone pointed at him tremblingly, noticing something unusual about him.

"Apostle?" A powerful person also came, but the other person did not recognize Nite's identity.

"Which god is the apostle?" People were guessing.

No one dared to stop Nite, so Nite opened the cage and left.

He said nothing and made no invitation.

The slaves looked at Nite's back in shock and followed him unconsciously, just like the Gray Wings in the town once followed Nite's mother. He seemed to have done the same thing unknowingly. Same thing as my mother.