only god

Chapter 258 The Grandson of Dionysus
The female ghost was trembling all over.

She never thought that one day, like a cat catching a mouse, she would be frightened into place by this woman of unknown origin.

Solamus walked slowly from behind her, raised his hand, and slowly pressed it on the head of the carrion.

The female ghost's body was crooked, rotten clothes, pale and rotten face, an illusory soul full of grievances, with her mouth wide open and fear in her empty eyes. Ramus simply held it in his hand.

In this world, if someone's obsession is too deep, they will actively resist returning to the ancient tree, and then turn into a lonely ghost, causing disaster.

"Have you ever seen a miracle?"

Soramus asked in a deep voice.

The female ghost shuddered in her hand.

miracle…

When she was on the side of misfortune, she saw countless people praying to the water god and other gods in fear, and then she laughed and tortured those people to death, letting them enjoy the same humiliating death as herself.

She had never seen any miracle come.

"Tell me, do you believe in miracles?"

And the woman beside her could see through her mind with just one glance.

The wronged soul of the female ghost trembled all over.

The dense forest that was once familiar has become so strange at this moment, and those roads that once brought fear to others have now brought her horror.

In the end... who is the female ghost?

I only heard Soramus moving forward slowly, carrying the soul to the depths of the dense forest.

And the rotting corpse behind him fell to the ground with a crash as the soul moved away.

"A long time ago, there was a group of people who enjoyed endless grace.

They are the earliest human beings in the world, but they committed great crimes..."

As Solamus walked, he told the old story to the female ghost in his hand.

Every word fell, the face of the female ghost was distorted and hideous due to the great pain, and her eyes were full of horror and pleading.

The wronged soul felt that every single word was like a red-hot pincer burning her soul over and over again.

The stories that have been recited by countless true believers and Logosians, spit out from the mouth of Soramus, contain an unimaginable mysterious power.

The female ghost twisted so badly that her whole soul trembled crazily.

The originally twisted and complicated forest road was as smooth as walking on the ground under the feet of Solamus. She carried the female ghost and walked to the dilapidated village amidst the sound of the story.

The female ghost came to this dilapidated village, which was obviously the place she was most familiar with, but at this moment because of Soramus, it became her own nightmare.

Soramus looked around at everything in front of him and asked:

"Tell me, do you believe in miracles?"

The female ghost shivered in the cold.

She felt the shackles on her body loosen a little, allowing herself to speak.

"I, believe! I, I, I believe in God!"

Unbearable torment, the female ghost begged and yelled frantically.

I just heard the woman ask calmly:

"...Are you guilty?"

In order to gain a chance of survival, the female ghost shouted tremblingly:

"I'm guilty! I'm guilty!"

Soramus stared at her and said word by word:

"So…

The price of sin is death. "

The female ghost instantly froze.

Solamus' fingers moved slightly, pinching her little by little, and the suffocating sensation surged up the female ghost's neck.

"A great judgment awaits you,

And before that,
How do you bring fear to others, then how do you live in fear.

And when that day comes,
You too will go to hell to suffer,

For that judgment is from God, and God will be just. "

Solamus slowly tightened her palms, and a faint light appeared in her palms, burning this wicked soul continuously.

in the jungle,

A mass of wine-colored thick fog gushed out from the depths, and then stopped in front of Soramus.

The dense fog gradually gathered and turned into a half-man, half-goat creature, which was the race Pharaoh created by Dionysus.

Naphaon's eyes first fell on the tormented female ghost, and then fixed on Soramus.

"I know that you are the daughter of the water god in his mouth, and the priests of the Ten Thousand Waters regard you as a saint.

And I am Hero, the grandson of the god of wine, Hippos. I have the blood of the gods, and I am their great blood. "

Faon said word by word, his eyes showed a trace of sincerity,

"In your hands is my wife. She was hanged by the villagers, so she became a lonely soul in the world. Please forgive our offense and return her to me so that we can be reunited."

Soramus looked at him and couldn't help smiling.

Faon ignored her ridicule, but looked at his tortured wife from time to time.

"Because you are the grandson of Hippos, so you can keep this soul in this world so that it will not be harvested by the god of death?"

Hearing Soramus' question, Hiro nodded slowly,
"I know my wife will be a ghost,
But if she goes to the underworld, we have to say goodbye.

Even with divine blood, I'm still just a mortal, so I kept her here,

And she killed people because she needed a soul to die in place of her death, so as to alleviate the pain of staying in the mortal world.

These things happen only once in ten years.”

Hiro's explanation was full of pleading.

But Soramus could hear a little of it as a matter of course.

A female ghost can cause harm to one party for decades, her origin is definitely not simple.

Now the truth is presented before my eyes, all because the husband of that female ghost is the grandson of Dionysus Sippos.

In the eyes of that demigod, the tragic death of each mortal has little weight.

Soramus slowly raised his hand.

Hiro's pupils narrowed sharply, and he watched his wife struggle painfully in the hands of Soramus, and then let out a miserable wail that resounded through the dense forest.

The flock of crows hovering over the dense forest was startled by this wail and fled in all directions.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Shiro asked tremblingly,
"I am the grandson of Hippos, and the woman in your hand is..."

I'm not done yet...

Hiro suddenly felt a strong suction.

Soramus raised his other hand and waved it gracefully in the air.

Hiro suddenly lost his original sense of touch, and he suddenly felt that his surroundings were extremely illusory.

then…

When he turned his head suddenly, he saw his half-man, half-goat body slumped backwards.

His soul was stripped from his body, and the whole process was almost without warning!I have no chance of struggling at all!

Hiro's eyes burst out with belated panic.

Near the hand of Soramus,

Under great horror, Hiro shouted hoarsely:

"Sibos!"

The name of the god of Dionysus Hippos...

According to ancient legends, after Sippos, the god of wine, created the pharaohs, he made peace with the female pharaohs for 37 days and nights because he loved the created race too much.

The sweat that swayed fell to the ground and turned into fragrant wine.

In order to bless those demigod heirs, Hippos gave them the right to call Hippos' name.

(End of this chapter)