Chapter 167: The Thirty-Third Soul Sacrifice! Netherworld Evolution

"The River Styx."

Sean looked at the huge waves raised by Lady Hecate and turned around and retreated without saying a word.

This stuff won't kill him, but a little bit of it will wash away a part of his memory. If the whole person is soaked in the water of the Styx, then even his personality will change drastically. Most creatures are not immune to the side effects of the Styx, even gods may have their memories washed away by the Styx. If all memories are washed away, the person will be assimilated by the laws of the Styx, and his personality will be distorted unpredictably.

The Styx is the main transportation channel of the lower planes. In the absence of a specific pantheon to maintain the operation of the underworld, the Styx will flow all the way to the bottom of Purgatory, directly connecting to the source sea where souls are born.

There is no reincarnation in the weird kingdom, and souls are not formatted and reincarnated, but directly crushed, mixing a bunch of souls together to become source matter, and then re-condensing new souls. It's like a blender, crushing the souls of all creatures into pulp, and then re-printing them into pieces of white paper. The souls of the natives of this world may have been made of cats, dogs, animals, or even other creatures before they were condensed.

So there is no need to talk about past lives or future lives here. You only have this life. After this life is over, what will be left is a soul shell that is slowly assimilated by the spiritual world, and the rest will all be crushed and returned to the furnace.

"River Styx?!"

The Tomb King roared in fear, and he asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Are you crazy?"

Lady Hecate directly sacrificed her own kingdom of God, and at the same time sacrificed His kingdom of God as well.

The Tomb King had worked hard for hundreds of years, and spent countless efforts to complete this half-plane of the Kingdom of God called the 'Quiet Mausoleum'. But now, all of this has become someone else's wedding dress, and the laws of the plane that transformed him have also been swallowed up, becoming part of the laws of the underworld.

Nothing is closer to the plane laws of the underworld than the plane laws of the kingdom of the demigod of death.

It's like private wealth becoming public wealth.

Lady Hecate's dark sacrifice directly confiscated his kingdom of God, and the kingdoms of the two demigods became the cornerstones of the evolution of the underworld.

But the problem is that if you want to confiscate it, you can just sacrifice your own kingdom of God, why can you sacrifice my kingdom of God as well? This is the biggest doubt of the Tomb King at this moment. He can't understand how Lady Hecate confiscated his kingdom of God as well.

The figure of Lady Hecate gradually fell, and He manifested the appearance of a three-headed, three-body god, and said calmly: "You can't even figure this out, and you still want to be promoted to the god of death?"

"This world doesn't even have an underworld, so what kind of god of death are you?"

In Ms. Hecate's opinion, the demigods of death in the grotesque kingdom are a bunch of jokes. In a world where there is not even an underworld, a group of people who have mastered a little bit of the laws of death dare to covet the supreme authority of death.

The god of death not only has to possess the power of death, but also has to maintain the balance between life and death in the world.

The Tomb King seemed to have thought of something. He roared in a deep and angry voice, "You took advantage of my ritual!"

"You already know everything I arranged in Dagon."

"But you didn't stop it."

"This is what you've been waiting for. You want to use me to start your journey to godhood!"

"Jie Jie."

"You speak so sanctimoniously. There is absolutely no difference between you and me!"

A mocking smile appeared on Lady Hecate's face. She shook her head slowly and said, "Tomb King. You still haven't figured it out yet."

"You are the sacrifice."

"I am also a sacrifice."

"Neither of us will be deified. This sacrifice is for the world."

"Someone has to make a sacrifice!"

Ms. Hecate's figure suddenly split into two. No, not the body, but the soul, the immortal divinity. Under the shocked gazes of countless people, she directly tore her body apart and stripped out the divine essence of the realm of death.

All areas related to the law of death have been injected into this country, and Lady Hecate only maintains her own existence with some laws of the concept of "magic".

this moment.

The demigoddess Hecate disappeared.

She fell directly to the status of demigod, and after losing the essence of the law of death, she could no longer maintain the realm of demigod.

"What have you done?!..." The Tomb King roared like a madman.

Above the clouds.

A strange shadow of a scale emerged. It was a golden scale held up by a huge bony hand. On one side of the scale, the soul of Lady Hecate appeared. Her expression was very calm, so calm that it made people a little uneasy. She just stood on the tray of the scale. As the weight tilted, on the other side of the scale, the shadow of the soul of the Tomb King emerged, and a tremendous suction force tore Him out of the death mausoleum that had been arranged for hundreds of years.

How much divine essence she gives, how much the Tomb King must pay!
The scales must be balanced.

A scornful smile appeared on the beautiful face of Lady Hecate. She slowly said, "Anubis's Scales of Death."

"Don't you even recognize this?"

The soul of the Tomb King was a tall, dark shadow wearing a large cloak, like a vague Ringwraith. Hearing this, he looked up in astonishment and said, "No! This is impossible! Anubis is not the god of death in this country!"

"How could you possibly possess his divine weapon!"

Lady Hecate slowly shook her head and sighed, "Of course there is no Egyptian pantheon here. I don't know how you became a demigod."

"Have you forgotten?"

"Is it something that protects the Realm?"

The Tomb King looked up in astonishment and asked, "The twelve realms of Nirvana on the clock?"

Lady Hecate nodded calmly and said calmly, "That's right. The twelve realms of Nirvana in the clock."

The Tomb King muttered, "The Zodiac!"

"They forged the scales of death."

"Those old guys still have a backup plan?!"

Lady Hecate watched the Tomb King's soul being torn bit by bit to the other end of the scale. She said calmly: "Our death divinities are all inheritors of their legacy. What makes you think that these immortal death essences belong to you?"

"You killed the gods? Or did you kill the unspeakable old days?"

Lady Hecate's question stunned the Tomb King for a moment, and he froze in place.

Yes.

He did not kill the gods, nor did he slay the unspeakable old days.

"You are no different from other people, except that you are luckier and have received more blessings than others."

For Ms. Hecate, only magic is the divine essence that she condenses by relying on her own strength. The law of death all comes from the gifts of unknown people. This batch of death demigods, simply because they were promoted earlier, have more opportunities to inherit the legacy of the Dark Age.

They have never taken back the law of death from the hands of the old, so how can they talk about possessing the supreme authority over death!

Don't take the gifts from unknown people as your own abilities.

"Jie Jie!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The Tomb King suddenly burst into laughter. He looked like a madman, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, "Those old guys are really cruel!"

"I thought they were dead."

"I didn't expect that!..."

"Haha!... They actually have a trick up their sleeve for you." At this point, the Tomb King suddenly looked at Lady Hecate in front of him, and said dimly: "If I'm not mistaken, this ritual is at the cost of sacrificing all the demigods of death, and will reshape the law of death for the entire world!"

"But why just you and me?"

Why just you and me?

The sacrificial ceremony initiated by Lady Hecate can completely involve other demigods of death. This is the last "dragon-slaying technique" left by the unknown people in the past. It is to guard against the successors, those newly promoted demigods of death.

If they also fall, then all the demigods of death will perish along with the sacrificial ceremony, and the laws of death they possess will gather together and directly evolve into the laws of the underworld.

When the underworld is born, a new god of death will surely be born.

Lady Hecate said calmly, "This world needs other demigods of death."

"And I'm not sure."

"So far, you are the only demigod of death who attacks mortals because of greed in your heart."

If this sacrificial ritual is fully launched, Lady Hecate will also die, but now she has only fallen to the status of a demigod and has a chance to make a comeback.

She gave up the legacy of the nameless, the gift of death divinity.

Ms. Hecate wants to re-consolidate the realm of "death" in her own way. The legacy is just a legacy after all. She did not participate in the mortal battle that besieged the old days. How can the law of death inherited by the legacy be regarded as the real authority of death?

"I lost."

The Tomb King lowered his head and pleaded, "You win, Queen of Purgatory - Hecate."

"I am willing to make a soul pledge to serve you forever!"

"I will be your most loyal servant and serve you forever! Your will is everything to me!"

"I will help you regain the other powers of death."

"As long as you stop this ceremony, I am willing to give you everything!"

On the scales.

An object that looked like a life box emerged. It was the soul of the Tomb King, hidden in the deepest part of the Death Mausoleum, but now it was directly sucked out. On the tray of the Death Scale, even if he put everything on it, including his own soul, the scale still tilted towards Lady Hecate, which meant that the immortal death divinity sacrificed by Lady Hecate far exceeded the immortal origin he possessed.

If the ritual continues, He will be stripped of everything and become a petitioner of the newly born underworld, or even not be able to be a petitioner.

Lady Hecate shook her head slightly and repeated, "Someone has to sacrifice."

"Eamon has made the sacrifice."

"Now it's my turn."

Having said that, Ms. Hecate gently raised her palm, and the tilted scale of death began to tremble, accompanied by a tremendous suction force, and the death divinity belonging to the two people was being swallowed up and transformed. This artifact was just a prop to start the ceremony. If something was placed on one side of the tray of the scale, everything of equal weight must be placed on the other tray.

There were 72 demigods of death during the Dark Ages.

But on the path of death today, all the demigods of death in history add up to less than thirty. They don’t know where the immortal divinity of other demigods of death has gone, and they think there are still legacies that have not yet been discovered.

But only Lady Hecate knew that these lucky ones only inherited half of the divinity of death, and the other half of the law of death was used to guard against them.

Among the stars, there is also the power of death!

The unknown never put all their eggs in one basket.

The twelve realms of Nirvana in the clockwork are twelve barriers that protect mortals. Even now, she only knows eleven of them. The last secret of the twelve realms of Nirvana in the clockwork should be in Amon's hands. He may have told Sean, but Lady Hecate has never asked.

Do not! ! !
An extremely shrill scream was heard.

As the immortal divinity of Lady Hecate was sacrificed, the soul of the Tomb King was also devoured, and a vortex of nothingness emerged. Behind the gray mist, the reflections of black giants stood up, staring at everything in front of them with deep eyes.

The reflections of these black giants show that many of them were once powerful demigods of this country!
The Tomb King's soul was torn apart.

Everything about him, including his soul, body, divinity, etc., was swallowed up into the black hole triggered by the ritual. In the material plane of the weird kingdom, a black giant that seemed real and unreal slowly stood up.

It looks almost exactly like the reflection of the Tomb King, except that unlike the other black reflections, it looks at everything nearby with eyes full of ambition and desire.

Ms. Hecate smiled, she looked back at Sean, and her figure began to gradually dissipate. As the immortal divinity of death was sacrificed, her divine aspect was also gradually dying. The other body she condensed also lost the three-headed and three-body divine features.

She fell from the status of a demigod and turned into a transcendent level 40 mage with the field of 'magic'.

On an ancient battlefield.

A black shadow with three heads and three bodies emerged. She seemed like a thinker. Her enchanting figure stood in the dead land filled with countless skeletons. Her deep eyes stared at the starry sky. This female black giant just stood there motionless.

This is the divine aspect of Lady Hecate and half of her soul.

The underworld began to evolve.

As if the world was being recreated, within Xiao En's vision, the kingdoms of the two demigods of death began to evolve rapidly. Countless mountains and rivers spread along the veins of the earth. The water of the Styx flowed along the boundaries of the kingdoms of God, like a torrent washing away the entire lower plane. A broad river with surging waves emerged, forming a huge waterfall at the cliff.

Lake of Oblivion.

Below the waterfall, a huge lake emerged, like a teardrop. It was the Lake of Oblivion, formed by the laws of the planes, which could wash away all the memories of mortals. Following the Lake of Oblivion all the way down, the waters of the Styx spread in all directions, automatically crossing the laws of space and forming a stable passage to other planes.

The spirit world, the shadow plane, the infernal depths, the sea of ​​chaos, and so on.

Countless tributaries of the Styx evolved in all directions. They were like an extremely huge net, directly covering all planes related to the soul. They were even spreading towards the sky. If there was a kingdom of gods here, they would probably extend all the way to the highest mountain of heaven.

One after another, dragon-headed warships emerged.

Under Xiao En's astonished gaze, the dragon-headed warships of the Zhendan survivors directly entered the evolving Styx. They dropped two huge stone pillars from the sky. Hundreds of meters high black pillars stood on the ground, followed by a majestic stone tablet falling.

--gate of hell.

This was the price Lady Hecate paid. In order to convince the people of Zhendan to take action, she gave up a part of the evolved underworld, which was transformed into the underworld for the remnants of Zhendan.

The underworld never belongs to any one person.

It is a plane.

The evolution of the kingdom of God is still going on, and the brutal fighting on the ground has not stopped. These souls must be reshaped. They will first be transformed into petitioners of the underworld, and then after their consciousness dissipates, they will become part of the underworld and continue to strengthen this land.

Wisps of gray soul power dissipated and melted into the new underworld. At the border of the underworld, countless pieces of gravel and dust automatically pieced together to form a land shelf.

This new plane is growing.

It digests the soul.

In this battle, the souls of countless dead will turn into nutrients for the growth of the underworld. Those who survive in the end will become petitioners of the underworld and begin to maintain the operation of the underworld.

Sean looked at the weak back of Ms. Hecate and silently drew out the flaming sword.

The battle is not over yet.

Someone must make a sacrifice, and the petitioners from the Tomb King's kingdom and the countless undead spirits of this land are also part of the sacrifice.

This battle is destined to destroy countless souls!

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(End of this chapter)