goddess of revolution

Chapter 442 Even if it's the god of death, don't try to take my person away!
The Realm of the Dead shook slightly, which was different from the movement of the successive battles just now, and it was not violent.

The sky is still gloomy, and the underworld is still gray, but it feels like the world has become clear and bright, and everything is much clearer.

The glacier had already dissipated, and the servants of the god of death surrounded the bone mountain. At that moment, they turned around at the same time, knelt down to the bone mountain, and roared in unison.The soul fire merged into a circle, like a landmark.

The bone mountain continued to rise amidst the roar, bringing up a series of jagged peaks.Each mountain peak is made up of terrifying and grotesque skeletons, including those of ordinary humans, those with three eyes on their foreheads, those with sheep's heads and horns, those with human heads and horns, and various dragons.

The gray smoke diffused down like a cloud, covering the skeleton peak forest that seemed to pierce the sky.Something stirred the clouds and mist, spiraling down from the top of the mountain.

"No... Li Qi..."

Teresia floated in the air, watching the upheaval in front of her eyes, she murmured in astonishment and regret.

"grim Reaper--!"

The originally extremely tall Knight King was now like an ordinary knight at the foot of the mountain, prancing his horse and brandishing his spear, shouting unusually high-spiritedly: "Today you are about to die—!"

The cloud and mist broke, and a giant claw descended from the sky, stepping the King of Knights and his horse into the ground with a bang.

On the giant claws, two dark green light clouds that were almost as big as the falling sun just now bloomed, illuminating a strange face, and vaguely saw a huge snake-like body entangled in the skeleton peak forest.

The long and narrow head, which occupied a small half of the sky, protruded out of the cloud, its horns and beard flew together, the cloud was swallowed between the sharp teeth, the body was covered with blue and black scales, and the reverse scales were layered under the throat.

The long monster raised its paws and roared loudly at the King of Knights who was embedded in the deep pit, like thousands of bells chiming.The sky and the underworld in the Realm of the Dead swayed with ripples at the same time, which seemed unreal.

Teresia unfolded a circle of shields, trying to maintain stability in the turbulence caused by this magnificent force. What she saw before her eyes made her dumbfounded: "Yi, Estesth..."

On the bank of the Styx River far away from the seat of God, the Lord of Death looked at the existence entrenched on the Skeleton Peak Forest, and took a breath: "Ester Seth Shilong! This Li Qi actually has the blood of Shilong!"

He frowned: "Using the blood of the ancestors as the divine body, either his mortal experience is empty and pale, and he can only carry the power of death with his blood, or his soul has not yet..."

The gigantic beast known as the "Esteth Seth Dragon" said with a voice that made every underworld vibrate: "What kind of fool dares to disturb your master!?"

"It's you crazy, I don't need you anymore!"

It opened its mouth and spewed out green flames, enveloping the Knight King.

"I don't need you anymore..."

In the depths of the vortex, Li Qi's soul sent out the same idea.

The moment he sank into the vortex, Li Qi had the thought of vigilance, but before he had time to react, his consciousness became trance.

He felt that his soul exploded, shattered into countless tiny particles, and expanded rapidly outward.There was only a very faint trace left to keep him, allowing him to watch his own changes like a bystander.

The icy cold and deep silent power erupted from every particle, connected with each other, crisscrossed and intertwined, and solidified outside "he" into a large net woven by countless nodes, as vast as the sea of ​​stars.

Every bit of emerald starlight poured into the vast information, galloping and tearing at the last strand of his soul.

At the same time, he saw countless deaths, saw the end of life, the moment when the spirit body was separated, and heard the painful howling of thousands of souls when they were reduced to dead souls.

Humans, half-elves, dwarves, orcs, halflings, even dragons and sea spirits, all life with souls.

The main plane, the outer plane, the elemental plane, and even the abyss of purgatory are found in all places except Heaven Mountain and the gods of other gods.

After these deaths, he also saw billions of phantoms that were deeper and more blurred.Layers stretch from near to far, endlessly.It is the shadow of death imprinted on every soul, and the clearer it is, the closer death is.

Witnessing the ongoing death, predicting and retracing the death within a certain period of time, this is the power of the god of death.

The power of the god of death is not limited to this. He exerts the power of death on every life that ends, so that the heart stops beating, the blood stops flowing, and the body gradually becomes cold.Unless the power of death is counteracted with enough power, such a process is reversed.

He exerts the power of death on every newborn soul, causing them to sink into the realm of the dead unless they linger for various reasons.

When he pays attention to the realm of the dead, he can hear and feel the praise of every dead person, and see the power of death as clear as a silk thread in their burning soul fire.Then it is automatically woven by his mind, gathering omnipotent power in this world.

The god of death has always held the two priesthoods of "death" and "dead"...

While feeling the power of the god of death, Li Qi finally understood why the god no longer had the heart of a mortal.

His soul was disassembled into hundreds of millions of tiny particles, carrying and reflecting the supreme power of death, forming the heart of a god.Filling these particles are endless information and violent eddies, operating in a sophisticated but inhuman way.

The bit of mortal will buried deep in this "God's Heart" could feel that "he" was extremely angry at the King of Knights, but that was just his instinctive reaction.When he wanted to curb this reaction and talk to the King of Knights, "his" turbulent thought held this thought firmly.

"He" is using the power of death to measure the strength, sort out the relationship, use his mental model to think about the way to deal with it, and use his words and behavior habits to package the things he is going to do.Everything started from defending the power of death, and did not regard the King of Knights as an equal communication partner at all.

"He" is the supreme administrator of the power of death, a part of the world.A mortal is just a slime to "he"... no, a primitive and weak existence like an amoeba. "He" came from him, but he was born to reject him, and the remaining mortal will was as hateful as a tumor to "he".

Li Qi vaguely understood how Kaim was influenced by Kailaszhuo's mortal will, and even understood how difficult and precious it is for Little Red Riding Hood to maintain a mortal heart.

Now he is like a baby or even a dog who was caught in the first machine for will synchronization. Perhaps it is more appropriate to be compared to a paramecium.

From falling into the vortex to feeling the heart of the gods, the time seems to be extremely long, but in fact it is only an instant.

When Li Qi's remaining sliver of consciousness was about to be completely torn apart, a soft and hot torrent enveloped him, and he sensed Little Red Riding Hood's angry thought that seemed to turn into substance: "Are you trying to compete with me? Are you trying to Do you want to prove how high your death realm is? Come out for me, bastard!"

This is not my fault--!
Li Qi defended himself. As for breaking free from the God's Heart, I'm sorry that he was still able to stay awake thanks to Little Red Riding Hood, and he didn't have that kind of strength at all.

Little Red Riding Hood also understood his current situation, the tactile sense that wrapped him twitched, conveying a heavy feeling, Li Qi didn't know what it was.

After that, an even hotter wave set off, and I heard Little Red Riding Hood intermittently say: "I will definitely take care of you when I go back, I swear! I will definitely make your life worse than death! You must know how... how much I am." Awesome! How dissatisfied with you..."

"Xiaohong, let me go, don't trap you too." Knowing that he was finished, Li Qi smiled wryly, "Instead of dragging out my remaining soul, you should think about how to get along with the god of death, Li Qiye." He might not be very responsible, after all, his mental model is based on me."

He dutifully retaliated and added: "Get close to him, even flatter him, maybe he will stand by your side and become your loyal ally. After all, we have such a deep friendship. Yes. Of course, if you still treat him as me, then it will be dangerous..."

The familiar thunder exploded in the bottom of my heart, but it was very weak, just a tickle.I don't know if Little Red Riding Hood is afraid of blowing up his soul, or her influence on him is already very weak.

Little Red Riding Hood's thought was as ethereal as a voice from outside: "Death Li Qi? You have such a beautiful idea! You are not that material!"

At this time, the god's heart of the god of death also sensed it, and the torrent of death force suddenly dragged Li Qi's soul, and a thin but tough silver-white silk thread penetrated the heart of the god, connecting with the dark world.

The silk thread suddenly tightened, which is obviously the fundamental connection between Li Qi and Little Red Riding Hood in the depths of the soul.

Little Red Riding Hood screamed, and then growled like a lioness: "Even if you are the god of death, don't try to take him away from me! He is mine! My——!"

Little Red Riding Hood's rise made Reaper's Heart suspicious and vigilant, and both sides froze for a moment.

A gentle, quite magnetic voice sounded: "Ester Seth Shilong...have you not given up yet?"

It was still Roland, the knight king. He had been sprayed by the flames of the god of death to the size of a mortal, and he was wrapped in a cloud of green fireworks.He could vaguely see that it was a handsome man, smiling slightly with the corners of his mouth curled up.

It was a bearish smile, and he sighed: "It's meaningless except to increase the pain. Illorne struggled for a long time just like you back then. The God of Death he turned into is a Titan, yes, he created A titan of elves, dwarves, and halflings, who knows where he got his titan blood."

At this time, Roland seemed to be fully awake: "Unfortunately, even with the blood of the Titan, it only made him endure for a while. This gave him some time, said hello to me and Camilla, and greeted us A few words."

Of course, his tone was still cynical: "When we were talking about how the weather in the Realm of the Dead would affect our waists and legs, he suddenly slapped us into the ground, and then asked us to kneel down and swear allegiance."

boom……

Reaper Li Qi raised his dragon claws and stepped Roland deeply into the ground.

The power of the Grim Reaper suddenly increased, and the silver-white light was about to break, and Little Red Riding Hood uttered a mournful cry: "Li Qi——!"

Goodbye……

Li Qi's consciousness was about to dissipate, but when he sensed something, he was stunned.

In the Skeleton Peak Forest, a gleam of clear light shone directly on the peak, submerging into the dragon's body.

Countless fragments surrounded Li Qi's surviving soul, and the power of the god of death tearing at the light thread connecting him and Little Red Riding Hood also dissipated most of it.

Looking at these fragments, Li Qi couldn't believe it. He was familiar with every fragment, and he had tasted the memories condensed on it one by one.

Alishan...

Fragments swirled around him, spliced ​​together, and gathered into a core similar to the soul of the petitioner. Each side reflected Li Qi's face, each with a different expression.

Faces with various expressions rippled like flowing water, covering the splicing marks on each side, and instantly became not like petitioners but the souls of living people.

The light and shadow shrouded the soul fluctuated, forming a slender figure with an ordinary face and a youthful aura, smiling faintly at Li Qi.

It really is Alishan!

(End of this chapter)