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At this moment, the audiences in the heavens and the worlds all felt suffocated.

It was a hollow…The existence hovering between life and death, the terrifying power~ beyond imagination!

When they saw the Hanged King with their own eyes.

They realized the great power of this existence, compared with the original escapee.

It can be said to be comparable.

Even vaguely-even better!

But because of this, the strong men in the heavens and the worlds are even more confused. Such a monster…How was it created?

If the fugitive is the incarnation of a great being, then what is the origin of this Hanged King?

Just as everyone was puzzled, a series of pictures and words gradually began to appear in the light curtain.

【The Hanged King, the former King of Agga】

【I once prayed to the abyss and called the three Yamas, saying,”I wish I would not die.” The Yamas said,”You can have a gamble.”】

【Playing leaf games with Yu Lei, throwing pots with Yama, and playing chess with Ksitigarbha】

【[And bet with clans, subjects, and birds and beasts]

Three Yamas?

Hearing this name, all the people in the heavens and the worlds were stunned.

They had never heard of this name before.

But from this passage, it seems that the Hanged King chose to gamble with the Three Yamas in order to live forever.

He gambled with his clans, subjects, and birds and beasts. What was the final result?

【The King Cannot Win】

【Yama then took the souls of the nobles, common people, and animals.】

【There will be disasters, epidemics, endless wars, and only one in ten people will survive.】

【The rest rose up, the ministers were killed, and the king was trapped in the court. As soon as the voice fell.

An astonishing scene appeared on the screen.

The audiences in many worlds all swallowed their saliva and their expressions changed.

The flames licked the palace’s gold and silver walls, and the magnificent palace belonging to the king trembled under the licking.

The oppressed subjects reached the dungeon where the king tried to hide.

But the king’s guards were powerless to resist the mob.

The mob stripped the king of his crown and dragged him off the throne, dragging him on the polished marble floor with chains. The chains that bound the king were the same ones that the king used to bind his opponents.

They took off the king’s gorgeous robes and gave him only a few rags to cover his scarred body.

The old king murmured.

But soon the angry crowd forced him to shut up with violence.

The riot was spreading, and farmers, workers, and even once loyal and law-abiding citizens now rushed into the palace to try to get a share of the treasure.

The king’s followers and servants were killed with knives, swords, sticks and stones. Even the court jester was not spared.

When his head was pressed against the magnificent palace wall, the court jester’s mask shattered to the ground, and his blood quickly stained the royal carpet red.

At the same time, the flames silently devoured the palace.

【There was a king, surrounded by his subjects.】

【Once the power is lost, the crown changes hands】

【Cheers rose, fires rose】

【Burning, the palace collapsed】

“this…Is this what the Three Yamas brought about?”

“It was just a gambling fight, but he lost all his people.”

“The will and fate of these people depend on a single thought. These three Yamas are undoubtedly a supreme deity. The only question is…But where exactly does he rank among the supreme gods?”

The strong men from many worlds whispered.

Although this carnival was surprising, it was not enough to shock them.

The supreme existence named San Yama was what they were most curious about….Because what does this existence represent?

【The king was greatly frightened and prayed to the Great Abyss.】

【A faceless god responded, saying:”If you die, you will return in three days. If you drink blood again, you will be alive.”】

The images on the screen continued to play.

But the wise men in the city did not join in the crazy celebration.

Unlike the ignorant masses, the wise men knew very well what happened in the king’s dungeon.

Not only the corruption and indulgence of pleasure, but something darker, whispers and prayers to something that should not be remembered.

The books and symbols reminded them too much of the ancient gods in the abyss.

The dark red liquid in the silver cup was so similar to blood.

It was disturbing.

Those symbols were carved on the skeleton of the king’s pet lion, and they all wished they had never seen them.

They also knew that the reason why the soldiers were defeated by the angry crowd was not because their weapons were not sharp enough or their armor was shoddy, but because their bodies were too weak to resist.

The soldiers were no longer the strong young men they were when they were recruited. Their broken souls made them appear lost and confused, as if something was sucking their vitality year after year.

So they fled without looking back, scholars holding scrolls, painters carrying painting tools and works, leaving this cursed city behind.

Yet, the city cheered and celebrated their victory.

They threw filth at the king.

Stones were used to break his fragile bones again.

Even the youngest children came up and kicked the old man, causing him to fall and crawl in the mud.

The children could not understand the full meaning of these actions.

But that did not stop them from joining the crowd in mocking the king.

Crows gathered on nearby branches, making sharp and piercing cries, as if mocking the crowd.

Jewels were scattered, royal bodies were lying, masks were tarnished, and the throne collapsed. Those who had been tortured had their revenge, but those who had been the king’s accomplices also joined them, and criminals with dozens of lives on their shoulders stood beside those who had once dared to slander the court.

Everyone cheered.

Thieves walked with their heads held high in broad daylight, because on this day, the king was the only thief – stealing the entire kingdom from his subjects.

In comparison, all other actions were seen as justice.

Innocent people died, and those with blood on their hands were hailed as heroes, and the crowd did not care.

They were vultures that feasted on the bodies of giants, weak and sinful when alive, and in death, the dens of even fouler beings.

The feast reached its climax as the king was led through the long streets to a hill with old trees.

They had intended to hang him on the gallows, but some said the king did not deserve a proper execution, but should die a nobody and be forgotten.

So they brought him here, where it was desolate enough and there happened to be a tree big enough to hang him.

The king had crawled all the way on his broken knees, and now it was impossible to tell that he had once been a king.

He was covered in rags and mud.

He looked more like a beggar than a royal.

But even as they spat and cursed at him, no one dared to look him in the eye.

Even with his broken jaw, he still muttered blasphemies.

No one wanted to hear that, so the people shouted as loudly as they could, trying to hide their anxiety.

In fact, the execution was simple and quick.

All it took was a long rope around the king’s neck and tied to a thick branch.

The king was still hanging in heavy chains.

People felt it was safer that way.

He struggled like all the other hanged men.

But the words that came out of his lips were words no one had ever spoken before.

He did not ask for forgiveness, nor did he curse his rebellious men – he knew they were already cursed.

He spoke an inhuman language from the dark land, and laughed until his last breath.

Then, as his hands and feet finally stopped struggling, everything was quiet.

There were no more cheers, and everyone wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

No one wanted to look at the Hanged King even once, and at this moment, the lifeless and empty eyes of the Hanged King seemed to still stare at them.

The courage that supported them to occupy the palace was gone, and the pride and joy of victory were replaced by emptiness and fear.

Although the king was dead, his laughter seemed to still echo on this hill.

【The fallen king hangs on a tree】

【The former loyal ministers watched in silence】

【The chains are rusty, the ropes are long】

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They never planned to bury him, but they did it in the end.

They wanted him to be exposed in the wilderness, and wanted crows and maggots to eat his body.

So that he would die in disgrace.

The crows did come, but they did not land. They just circled around him and laughed at the crowd again with their ugly voices.

But the lifeless eyes of the Hanged King looked so resentful and disgusting.[]

The people wanted to cover the filth with dirt.

As if dirt alone would allow them to escape his hateful gaze.

They did not build a tomb for him. They simply dug a shallow grave and buried the king hastily, because no one wanted to stay for long. Then the people left.

They returned to the city and indulged themselves in their new wealth.

Trying to forget what they had just seen.

【The Wandering King, Whispering】

【Dark Gods, Hear Their Prayers】

【Life is gone, but death is not yet here】

【His eyes are cold and his voice is dark.】

【first day】

【Nothing happened】

【Except for a tramp who said he heard a sound coming from the hill where the Hanged King was buried.】

【He also mentioned that the crows gathered here, and every pair of eyes was fixed on the king’s tomb.】

【Like waiting for something】

【But people just thought it was the nonsense of a madman】

【the next day】

【Many residents found themselves suffering from serious illnesses】

【They coughed, bled, and shivered on the floor, as if bound by heavy, rusty chains.】

【The river flowing through the city turned red】

【Smells like human blood】

【Intoxicated by their new power and wealth, the people found themselves helpless after only one day, dying beside the gold they had looted from the palace.】

【The Hanged King was not dead when he was buried】

【When escaping, the Hanged King was not alive】

【Reign in old land, regain royal power】

【Bloody terror follows】

【Day 3】

【Those who were still alive found themselves able to move again】

【But they could only watch their own hands put the knife into their throats】

【Or screaming as your face is torn apart by yourself】

【Their blood flowed out of the house into the river, making the water even more red.】

【All the animals have fled the city, except the crows.】

【Now they are almost everywhere. The crows watched in silence as the city fell into madness. At this moment, the people of the heavens and the worlds understood.

It turned out that the origin of this city was like this.

It was originally the city ruled by the Hanged King on Earth.

It was just moved later.

At the same time, the soil on the top of the king’s tomb rustled.

When the Hanged King climbed out of the tomb with chains on his hands and feet and a rope around his neck, the crows laughed at him with their harsh voices.

【When he was hanged, he was a king, a human being.】

【But when he left the tomb, he had become another being.】

【His body is lifeless, but he is not dead either, for he refuses to die.】

【Besides, he can exploit the souls of others without making deals like the devil.】

【The Hanged King returns in chains, the city is now covered in blood, crows are circling, and everyone is howling and screaming until they can no longer make a sound.】

【If the king hangs himself, he will not take care of the living.】

【All the living will go to eternal sleep】

【The ancient kingdom fell, and a new city emerged】

【[Twisted soul, wandering in the world of Saiki Kusuo.

Saiki Kusuo stared at the light curtain, and the coffee jelly in his hand fell to the ground.

The sound of a bang made him come back to his senses.

He didn’t even notice that his favorite things were destroyed.

Because.

Witnessing the moment of the birth of the Hanged King.

The strong men in the heavens and the worlds were all extremely shocked.

“this…Is this the birth of the Hanged King?”

“Neither alive nor dead, neither annihilated nor extinct, though a nation of men has died”

“But he got such a terrifying power in exchange, but why was he trapped in the city in the end?”

Qi Mu Kusuo murmured.

For him, this level of monster was completely unimaginable.

Perfect World.

On the sacrificial road, the three people who ran through the world line all looked solemn.

Ye Tiandi and Huang Tiandi both frowned.

You know.

On the sacrificial road

, they can derive endless time and space, cause and effect lines with a glance.

There is no need to worry about whether it disrupts the future, because at this level, what you see is endless time and space, endless possibilities, and the avenue, time and space, all lose their meaning.

In this special place, all the avenues are like water, which can be evaporated by a thought.

But because of this.

The powerful breath of the Hanged King made them feel unbelievable.

“This kind of monster, just by holding this kind of ceremony, can actually reach this level?”

Emperor Chu Tian couldn’t help but ask.

The Hanged King’s aura was no less powerful than theirs, even…There is a possibility that they are above them.

But how is this possible?…It’s just a joke!

For the three of them.

Destiny, fate, cause and effect, heavenly law, etc., are nothing but the weakest bubbles, which will collapse before they can be touched. This realm has no sense of time and space.

Beyond the so-called eternity, Tao, the universe, all time and space, outside the universe, outside chaos, everywhere, from ancient times to the present, and to the future. All can be dissipated in a thought of the creatures based in this realm.

Reappear all the secrets of all truths and trace all the secrets of the past, present and future.

But this Hanged King.

Obviously just a monster who has come back from the dead, why has he become so powerful?!

“Even all the unknown areas outside the Great Dao, outside the chaos, outside the universe, etc. are within the scope of birth and death above the Dao of Sacrifice, but this is different for the Hanged King.”

“Now He is just an empty”

“But he already has a very high status. What kind of existence is that San Yan Luo?”

Emperor Huang Tian frowned.

It was hard to imagine that there was such a terrible monster.

I thought that even the supreme god should not be much stronger than them.