Low Dimensional Game - Chapter 436 - The Drastic Change in Hell
There was a drastic change happening in hell. The first layer of the Nine Levels of Hell had gathered nearly half of the masters from each layers of the Nine Levels of Hell and the huge City of Bones was hovering in the sky.
And infinite undead creatures from the far distance were darting over. Evil spirits from the depths of hell were surging over; they were there to see the King of the Dead who was standing on top of the City of Bones.
For ten thousands of years, those who were constantly banished to the depths of hell, suppressed in hell, one by one, they had awakened, recovered and crawled up from the earth.
The dark ghosts, who were hundreds of meters tall, squealed, herds of female demons roared through the gray clouds of hell, and giant bone dragons circled the sky with flying monsters.
Skeleton Masters, who were holding bone staffs, carried thousands of undead who were crawling out from the ashes, and the Death Knights carried their own heads and summoned their Nightmares Steed.
Riots of the undead creatures could be seen everywhere on the earth, batches of them came from different layers of the Nine Levels of Hell, they even crossed the Styx to reached there. They kneeled in front of the gate of hell to see the Master of the Undead.
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The great movement could no longer be concealed, and the bells of Nine Levels of Hell rang from inside of the palace of the God of Death, it echoed throughout hell.
Hundreds of millions of God of Death’s servants poured out from several Cities of Soul, they held onto the soul sickle and went all out.
The remaining few lords of the Nine Levels of Hell, who hadn’t yet betrayed God of Death, they led their families, subordinates and the Legion of Death and were fully prepared for the battle.
Within the Star Kingdoms, the gods were holding a conference about the Black Sea Bitwall.
Seventeen True Gods’ great bodies descended on the Divine Floating Island; it was as if 17 mountains were glowing with intense brilliance, the rules and symbols of the god’s cornerstones, which represented their power, were revolving around them.
And just then, the God of Death, Cetisius, who was sitting on the divine throne and was holding onto the sickle of god, he suddenly raised his head and was in a shock when he looked down towards the earth. His eyes looked through the layers of space, endless heavens, through the core world, and to the kingdom belonged to death.
He heard the bells from the Kingdom of Death.
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The Gate of Hell.
“The so-called magnificent God of Death, the master of hell, Cetisius, is just your servant!” Lynn Ahenaten stood and danced under the gates of hell. Everyone was listening to his story, a story from tens of thousands years ago, the origin of the Temple of Sky.
Legends and stories belonged to the High Priest Anke Pusuote from the Temple of Sky.
“Once you were the master of Cetisius, and now, ha-ha-ha, now!”
“You’re a watchdog of Cetisius! A dog of Cetisius!”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha!”
“Anke Pusuote!”
“What a cruel fate! What a strong twist! It’s just like a cheap and old play; you’re a ridiculous clown who is being played around!”
Lynn Ahenaten couldn’t stand it any longer; he burst out laughing and ridiculed the soul-eating goat devil, Heim.
As if that could let him forgot about his pain, forgot about all of his own stories.
“An… Anke Pusuote.” The soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who was holding a Soul-Eating Steel Fork, now had his hands down. He muttered to himself. The name was a long-lost name for him.
Heim stood under the gates of hell, when the huge body and the tall gates of hell combined together; it represented the entrance to hell.
For tens of thousands of years, the gate of hell and the monster, the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, who watched over the gates of hell were connected together, it was an inseparable existence.
Even Heim had forgotten about his past, forgotten all about himself, and all the glory and identity that belonged to him.
“I’m the devil-god, Heim, who guards the gates of hell!”
“No! I’m…I’m…”
Just then, the greed, desire and killing spree gradually faded away in Heim’s scarlet eyes, he had become clear and sober.
“I’m Anke Pusuote!”
“I’m the High Priest of the Temple of Sky! I’m God’s favorite High Priest, his chosen spokesman!”
“I’m an apostle of God and an original follower of the lord!”
Anke Pusuote looked at his hands, only to see a pair of ugly monster’s claws appeared in his eyes. He was appalled as he touched his face; it was a grisly face with a sheep’s horn.
“No! No! This isn’t me!” Anke Pusuote’s hands shook violently.
“This is not me!”
He roared angrily, from his bloody mouth, he spewed out a blazing flame.
He looked to the left and right with shock, and he saw the gates of hell he had guarded for thousands of years.
He saw the massive City of Bones, there were monsters running on the earth, and finally he looked up to see the eternal sun of the underworld.
He stretched out his hand and reached towards the sun, the sun which represented hell and death, “Is this your choice?”
“No! It’s not like that, why am I in this situation!” He roared furiously and he dared not believed what he saw. He didn’t believe that he was like a dog that stood in front of the gate of hell, guarded the door of the Kingdom of Death.
At last he looked at the boundless Styx, along Styx and all the way down the depths of hell; he saw the palace of the God of Death, it was as if he could see the figure with a huge black robe that was holding the sickle of god.
Just then, he could no longer endure. His anger, jealousy, and hatred gushed into his head.
The feud of the past tens of thousands of years was now all vented into a word.
It was as if he had used all his power to holler his name, his tremble rose from the soles of his feet to his face, his expression was twisted and contorted, flames was burning on his body, the huge flame lit the whole gate of hell and dyed the sky red.
“Cetisius!”
The soul-eating goat devil, Heim, crushed down from the gates of hell, the bond between the sun of the underworld and the gates of hell which had trapped him was cut off; he had easily crashed the binding force and stepped into the vast Styx.
He waved his steel fork, spewed flames, and ran desperately towards to the depths of hell.
He was completely mad, he didn’t care about anything! He wanted to vent all his years of indignant, anger and resentment.
“Cetisius!” His voice echoed madness, he was trembling, and the strong flame evaporated the water in Styx, thousands of undead burned into black ashes in the flame.
He transformed into a giant which was thousands of meters tall, trampled onto Styx with his enormous body and marched into the next level of hell.
Lynn Ahenaten looked at Anke Pusuote, he knew he was so much more miserable than Anke Pusuote’s circumstances and experiences, and he had suddenly lost all motivations of mocking Lynn Ahenaten.
It was because he felt he wasn’t just mocking Anke Pusuote, he was mocking at himself.
It was because he was no different from Anke Pusuote.
“Ten thousand years!”
“Ten thousand years!”
Lynn Ahenaten was in a daze, he took off the decaying crown on his head, and flicked it gently; he saw the jewels on it shattered into dust.
When he recollected his past, he found that everything had been concealed by time, all the memories had become history, and he had turned into merely a legend.
Everything there was no longer the world he was familiar with; it had only given him humiliation, pain and regret.
“I’m leaving this world!”
Even if it was the era when the Creator was gone, he wouldn’t want to stay there again!
Lynn Ahenaten lost all his interest and motivation; he walked through the gates of hell, and disappeared from the Kingdom of Death.
In the sky, Flosa was holding onto the gold-colored stone slate, it was the World Tree Model Template and a god’s cornerstone. He was surrounded by patches of symbols that represented the divinity of the God of Death and it was revolving around the City of Bones.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha!”
“Divinity! This is divinity!”
“I can feel it… that’s… that’s what we’ve been looking for… the true meaning of death.”
“This is death!”
Millions of symbols revolved around the City of Bones like a galaxy and finally, as Flosa burst out an untamed laugh, all the symbols converged into a black flame that ignited the sky and clouds.
“I’m the Master of Death!”
Flosa crushed the stone slate of the World Tree Model Template, and it was integrated into the flame and the sky. Flosa opened his pale and bloody mouth, the flame crazily poured into his mythical body.
The entire City of Bones was fused with him; there was an unprecedented undead creature, a massive and enormous mythical life appeared in hell.
