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Chapter 409 The Walking Dead Hero (Gageng)

Heris is obsessed with casting. He is the god of mountains and craftsmen. He was born for smelting. Almost every brick and tile that built the kingdom of the gods came from his furnace. The dwarves and dwarves he created After the giant slowly entered the right track, the god of mountains and craftsmen paid less attention to him, and continued to dwell in the underworld, obsessed with the creation of furnaces and iron ingots.

The short-lived mortals on the earth tend to drift in time occasionally. They may love something today, but not tomorrow. Most of their interests and hobbies are changeable. No matter how much you like a thing, you can do it for the last ten or twenty years. It is very likely that they will lose interest, but the gods are not the same. It can even be said that it is the opposite. Heris is still obsessed with forging, and Nakbet, the god of death, also has great enthusiasm for harvesting souls.

The various races worship the immortal gods. Among these mortals, there have been countless legends about the pursuit of eternal life, but without exception, they all suffered misfortune. No matter how ups and downs the process is, even if the protagonist in the story obtains eternal life, Its ending will eventually return to the same discussion-is it eternal life in nothingness, or short-term happiness?
It's a choice.

The gods never face this choice, all because the gods in the celestial kingdom have a treasure more precious than eternal life-the eternal soul.

In Hades.

The cold wind swept across the vast and desolate wilderness, and rows of souls crowded towards the boats on the big river. They were about to cross this river that was so cold that even their feathers would sink, to the judgment. Before the court, meet the judgment of the judges of the underworld, and finally decide the real place to go after death.

A purple-black figure flitted through the air, and then slowly landed. With a wave of the sickle in his hand, tens of thousands of souls fell to the ground. He raised his head in a daze, and then instinctively moved towards the crowd of countless souls. The feather sinks into the river and goes away.

Nakbet, the god of death, watched this scene with a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart. This sense of accomplishment is indescribable and generally incomprehensible to others. For example, a person poured a bucket of water on the street, And if he does this every day, others will think he is crazy, but that person just has a sense of accomplishment.

Nakbet, the god of death, let go of the souls he harvested. At this time, on the barren land at the outermost edge of the underworld, many bats and crow-like black shadows came from afar. , or mouth title, bring the souls from the world here.

They are the creation of Nakbet, the god of death. Although Nakbet alone has the ability to harvest the souls of the world after death, it is too much effort, so he created this type of soul harvesting Or, as his servant, collect those ordinary souls for him, and he will deal with those resentful ghosts. In this way, Nakbet's work is much easier.

However, because of this, the idea that creatures such as crows and bats are servants of the god of death has gradually emerged in the world. Every spring at the beginning of the new year, they are always exterminated from towns or cities with great fanfare, and all kinds of creatures are removed from them. Terrible titles, crows are called death birds, and bats are also called doom bats... This really hurts those normal crows and bats.

And when a creature such as a crow or a bat appears on the wall of a certain house, people often have the idea that their life is not long. This is a meaningless superstition and a kind of experience.

Nakbet walked back to his palace on foot. Along the way, countless souls cast their eyes on him, either in fear, anger, or disgust... In short, not many souls respect and love the king of the underworld.

Nakbet, the god of death, doesn't care and is used to it. Since a long time ago, he has been tabooed by the world because of his death characteristics. His temples on the ground are the least among the gods, and even some In the country, belief in the god of death is forbidden.

On the way, he passed through the great plain. Because of the colorful flowers and plants and the beautiful life here, Nakbet suffered the least hostility here, and some souls even admired him.

And the souls living here are also special compared to other places, either they are heroes in history, or they are good and sages who have been praised.

When Nakbet walked to the riverside where exotic flowers and plants grew, he stopped for a while.

His eyes looked from upstream to downstream. There, there was a puppet-like figure sitting there. He didn't say a word, and even his eyes didn't move. Even in the soul, such a dull person is extremely rare. .

"That's... Baird?"

Nakbet recalled a little, and remembered the name.

Baird... hero Baird.

His figure is active in the "Second Prophet" of the true believers. Although he is a pagan, he is also widely worshiped by the true believers because of his bravery. At the same time, in the legend of the three-eyed ape-man Among the three-eyed ape-men, Baird is also the most dazzling existence. It can be said that there is one in twenty named Baird.

Even among the orcs who lived their lives and drank blood, Baird's hero's name was widely spread.

Characters who enjoy status in two faiths and countless races are extremely rare even in the world.

However, such a hero lives a life of walking dead in the most beautiful and great plain in the underworld.

I don't know how many souls who have been lucky enough to set foot on the great plain, the heroes who have made great achievements on the land because of their yearning for Baird, are surprised to see this appearance, and it is the lightest metaphor.

In the eyes of countless disappointed souls, Baird's every move today not only loses the legendary heroic demeanor, but also tarnishes the name of a hero.

The souls of those great plains wondered.

But Nakbet, the god of death, figured out what happened in a long time.

Baird was deceived by Slae, the god of lies and tricks, and signed a bet of hidden disasters. Finally, under the impact of his lover's body, he fell to such a state.

Every day and every night, he wandered in the great plain like a puppet or a fool. Until today, it has been unknown how many thousands of years have passed.

Baird seems to never get out of that day.

Nakbet, the god of death, felt very sorry for this, but he knew that this was not his business. No matter what prestige Baird had during his lifetime, he was just a soul after death. Being a soul doesn't change much.

(End of this chapter)