Chapter 168: The Ferryman of the Styx! The Awakened One - Void

How many souls are there in the kingdom of gods?
Sean didn't know.

If the weird kingdom was not restricted by the twisted laws, and if he did not seize the old extraordinary essence, he would not be able to proceed to the next level of promotion. I am afraid that he would have rushed all the way to the strength of a high-level legend. No wonder Amon always said that in the battlefield of the abyss, as long as an ordinary person's soul survives a bloody battle, it is possible to be promoted to a high-level demon. Xiao En didn't know how much soul power he had devoured. Those low-level undead creatures might only have one or two points of soul energy, but their number was too large.

Xiao En didn't know how many he had killed, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, countless skeletons emerged from the underground tombs, he wielded the flaming giant sword and chopped down dozens of undead with one strike. Most of the souls of these undead creatures dissipated in the evolving underworld, but some were plundered by the talent of the Son of Slaughter and turned into the soul energy that Xiao En himself possessed.

The fighting lasted most of the night.

Xiao En was sure that he was at the maximum level, a Level 5 Arcanist/Level 5 Psychic Scholar/Level 10 Arcanist, and even the soul power he devoured exceeded the upper limit and was stored in a strange way. In this battle, at least tens of millions of souls were destroyed. Wherever he looked, he saw the devastated land, with countless bones scattered in the soil. Until the energy of the burial ground was exhausted, no undead soul could get up.

Sean, who transformed into the Balor Demon Lord, wiped the blood off his face. That was his blood, the devil's blood, burning hot. Under his butt was the corpse of a skull dragon. He used the hideous dragon head as a cushion. Next to him was a collapsed summoning tower with obsidian pillars tilted. He leaned against the summoning tower and breathed slightly.

——Sean [Ballo Flame Lord form] (severely injured and dying).

This time he really understood what it meant to "an elephant can be killed by ants". Even with the Demon Lord's powerful defensive ability, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death. If a legendary transcendent from other sources had come here, he might have been completely exhausted to death here.

hiss!
Xiao En stretched out his arms and pulled out the bone crossbow arrows on the demon's wings. They were the skeleton crossbows controlled by the corpse witch. He was hit by more than ten arrows. If it weren't for the demon lord's natural regeneration ability, he might not be able to continue flying. Xiao En's tough skin was covered with wounds of all sizes. Some were cut by the skeleton guards, some were corrosive damage from necromancy, and some were dead skin after negative energy was absorbed. There were thousands of wounds of all sizes. The shallow ones only left a scratch on the skin, and the deep ones could directly penetrate the demon's skin and leave corrosive scars on the body.

"No one can compete with the undead in human wave tactics, not even the devil."

Xiao En conservatively estimated that he had killed at least 300,000 undead spirits. By the end of this brutal fight, the original magic power in his body was almost exhausted. In the end, he could only transform into a berserker and tear down these skeletons with hand-to-hand combat.

The injuries accumulated bit by bit. Xiao En lacked enough means to recover his life, and was forcibly consumed by these undead little by little into a state of severe injury and near death.

"Fortunately, the teacher used his ultimate skill to take away the Tomb King."

If the Tomb King was still alive, this war would definitely be more difficult, and the outcome would definitely not be determined in one day. Some battles in the Kingdom of God might last for decades until the opponent's assets were completely exhausted.

The gods are simply too powerful.

Attacking the kingdom of a death demigod is so difficult, especially after Lady Hecate beheaded the Tomb King. It is a little hard for Sean to imagine how tragic the battle between the kingdoms of the orthodox gods will be. It is possible that no one will be able to do anything to anyone in the end.

This is indeed the case. A god with great power will not easily attack the kingdom of a weaker god.

"The Tomb King's kingdom has at least 10 million soldiers."

Xiao En was only responsible for the southern front of the battlefield of the Kingdom of God. He pushed forward the summoning towers along the way and finally captured a burial ground. After killing more than a dozen skull dragons, he found a lot of dragon remains in the lair of the lich. They should have been dug out from the dragon tomb. Some of them were almost like fossils. The summoning towers were actually low-profile versions of the wizard towers. It was not easy to capture them. Xiao En was also seriously injured. As for the spoils, they were basically necromancy spell materials and many soul crystals piled together.

The Tomb King has been running the Kingdom of God for hundreds of years. With so many soul-calling towers, if one hundred dead souls are collected a day, that would be more than thirty-six thousand a year. Over the past few hundred years, that would have numbered into tens of millions.

In fact, it may be more than that, because the soul will dissipate and merge into the dimension of the Kingdom of God. This old thing absorbs at least hundreds of thousands of souls a year.

The main force of this battle was still the army of Lady Hecate's Kingdom. They seemed to have some power of the law of death, because Xiao En saw that some petitioners in the slaughter were directly transformed, and countless gray soul powers gathered and condensed into the wings of the angel of death behind him. After this battle, Lady Hecate was also seriously injured. Hundreds of years of family assets were completely destroyed, and most of the petitioners were transformed into petitioners of the underworld.

Xiao En was really full this time, even a little bloated.

Such a battle between the kingdoms of God was no less intense than the bloody battle in the abyss, because the laws of death converged, and the creatures that survived at last absorbed a portion of their soul energy. Xiao En didn't need to worry about the follow-up work of the transformation of the underworld. Since Ms. Hecate dared to give it a try, she must have been fully prepared.

But Sean needs to clean up the mess in the real world.

Before leaving the two gradually merging kingdoms of God, Xiao En saw countless souls floating downstream in the Styx. They were all soaked in the water of the Styx. The corrosive river water eroded their bodies, washing away the memories of their past lives bit by bit. In the end, only heads with blank expressions could be seen floating on the surface of the river, with most of the bodies sunk in the water. Some souls would even drown in it and eventually become water ghosts wandering in the Styx.

"The Styx has started to move!"

Xiao En seemed to sense something. He saw an angel of death falling from the sky. He had a vague impression of her beautiful face. She seemed to be one of the death banshees in the maze library.

The death banshee leaned forward and nodded slightly towards Sean, then she folded her gray angel wings. In the drifting gray mist, a strange bone ferry made of countless skeletons and souls emerged. The death banshee walked barefoot into the water of the Styx, and countless dirty and corrosive energies began to erode her body.

She said nothing, enduring the burning and pain of her soul, forgetting the memories of her past life bit by bit, and finally she pushed the Styx ferry made of countless bones into the wide river channel. When she climbed up from the Styx again, her figure was shrouded in a layer of gray negative energy field, and the mottled and faded angel wings melted bit by bit, turning into filthy mud and flowing onto the deck. The moment she reached out to hold the rudder of the ferry, her soul merged with the Styx ferry.

——The ferryman of the Styx.

An angel of death died, and a new ferryman of the Styx appeared in this country.

“Someone has to sacrifice.”

Xiao En thought of his teacher's words. He lowered his head silently and paid tribute to the banshee who bound his soul to the Styx.

Her soul had been washed by the Styx, and she had little memory of her past life left, and she no longer responded.

This death banshee held up the ferry across the Styx, a black robe condensed with gray fog floating on her body, revealing only a pair of extremely pale hands. Her entire face was hidden in the shadows, and the exposed skin showed signs of corrosion from the Styx. A pair of eyes burning with the faint fire of the soul stared into the distance, silently salvaging the mortal souls that were drifting in the turbid river water.

The souls of mortals were fished out one by one like ghosts and piled up in the corner of the ferry on the Styx.

She steered the Styx ferry downstream, and the ferry made of bones flew over the waterfall and into the Lake of Forgotten. Finally, the new Styx ferryman looked back into the distance and disappeared into a teleportation vortex somewhere in the Styx.

A few minutes later, another Styx ferry emerged. The Styx ferryman standing on the deck was silent. His stripped angel wings were stained with blood, and the cabin was filled with mountains of souls.

This batch of Styx ferrymen were almost all automatically transformed from promoted angels of death.

In their lifetime, they were at least high-level transcendents, and some were even legendary beings. After death, they were transformed into petitioners of the Kingdom of God, and now they have become ferrymen of the Styx. They will travel through the entire lower plane, transporting countless souls to and from the kingdom of death.

"The teacher's alien divine servants are few and far between."

Lady Hecate almost single-handedly supports the operation of the entire River Styx, which means that the followers she has accumulated over hundreds of years have almost all become the ferrymen of the River Styx.

No one knew what Lady Hecate would do next, but even if she fell from the status of a demigod, no one dared to underestimate her existence.

In the mist floating in the Styx.

Xiao En's figure suddenly stopped, and he saw a familiar figure standing next to the waterfall. The figure smiled at him, and then pushed a small Styx ferry into the Lake of Forgotten.

This is obviously not a messenger from another world, nor an angel of death, he is just the soul of an ordinary extraordinary person.

-- Hank Brende.

Xiao En saw his face clearly, with his iconic big beard. He didn't expect to meet an old friend here.

Unlike other Styx ferrymen, Hank Brende lit a weak light on his small Styx ferry, just like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating the turbid Styx. His strength was too weak, unlike those powerful angels of death, he could only ferry souls near the Lake of Oblivion.

As the dirty water of the River Styx soaked through his body, before his memories of his past life were washed away, Hank Brand raised his head, laughed and waved at Sean as if saying goodbye, his striking beard was gradually covered by the black cloak.

He did not fall into the spirit world, slowly lose himself, and become a hollow shell of a soul.

He was taken in by Lady Hecate's kingdom.

Finally, Hank Brende drove the small Styx ferry and disappeared near the waterfall of the Forgotten Lake. He had become a part of the Styx, the ferryman on this tributary of the Styx. Ms. Hecate was more gentle than Sean had imagined.

As the angels of death and the servants of the gods from other worlds were transformed into ferrymen on the main channel of the Styx, it was obvious that some weaker souls were transformed into ferrymen on the tributaries of the Styx. Among those people, some figures looked familiar to Sean. They seemed to be the Night's Watchmen who had died in the battle in Dorne.

Lady Hecate never forgot them, nor their exploits.

The path of death is finally complete!

Sean smiled.

He suddenly felt a sense of relief, the incarnation of the demon lord dissipated, and he turned into a human again. After waving his hand to open the portal to the real world, Sean entered without looking back.

With Lady Hecate around, he didn't have to worry about the underworld.

………………

The entire ring city was reduced to ruins.

Wherever Xiao En looked, the ground was littered with broken limbs and corpses. The population of the city in the past should have been around 900,000, but now there were probably only a few hundred thousand survivors, with casualties approaching 80%.

The ground is full of traces of death pollution, negative energy fields are everywhere, blasphemous lands are spreading along the streets, and there is a hint of plague in the floating death fog.

The corpses of ghouls can be seen everywhere on the corners of the main streets.

Obviously, the battle around the city was not over after Xiao En was teleported into the Kingdom of God. The towering black spire had broken into two sections, and the extraordinary people from the Abyss City temporarily took over the defense of the entire city. Ordinary people could no longer survive here, and a terrible plague could break out at any time. Before the arrival of the Great Druid of the Natural Path, all mortals must be moved out.

"The demiplane is almost full!" The whisper of Sealed Object No. 1 - Mechanical Brain was heard.

It communicated directly with Xiao En's mind and said, "You'd better use the creation technique to further expand the demiplane as soon as possible."

Xiao En nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

"Place them in the demiplane temporarily. They can return here only after the archdruids have cleaned up the battlefield."

The druids' sacred rituals must be relied upon to cleanse the entire ring of pollution.

The Natural Path seemed to have run into trouble as well. The Archdruid was not seen in this battle, but they should be able to help with the subsequent finishing work.

A high-level necromancer appeared. He landed in front of Xiao En and bowed his head respectfully, "Master Xiao En. We will recycle the body."

"We will incinerate the remains of those undead creatures together."

These bodies are resources.

It might be a little cruel, but Sean knew that this was always the style of the Path of Death.

He nodded calmly and said, "I understand."

If these hundreds of thousands of mortal corpses were not dealt with, a plague would break out, or even continue to turn into undead. He was not surprised that the people on the Path of Death wanted to take them away. Before he had enough say, Xiao En had to follow the rules of the Path of Death.

Under the ruins of the Black Spire, Xiao En saw an elegant bald man. He looked at everything around him with pity, holding a blue-green ceramic pot with a broken corner in his hand.

——Pot of Greed [Artifact] [Soul Calming]? !

The broken corner was sealed with some mysterious mantra, and the silver-white runes were wrapped around the body of the pot like a chain.

"Master Xu." Xiao En bowed his head slightly and greeted respectfully.

Obviously, in the battle around the city, this master is the main fighting force, and he even needs to intimidate other demigods of death.

Master Xu put his hands together and threw the Pot of Greed in his hand directly to Xiao En in front of him. There was not a trace of lingering greed in his eyes. To him, this artifact was just a small gadget.

He said in a gentle voice, "You keep this."

“Use it with caution, and don’t get addicted to it.”

As if he remembered something, a strange mystical mark appeared on his palm, with countless runes engraved inside. This was the rune matrix of the mage's path, which a monk, no matter how powerful, could not master.

Master Xu said calmly: "This was left to me by a close friend of mine."

"It seems to be able to connect to a gap in time and space."

"You take it too."

Since coming to the weird kingdom, he has not met any orthodox arcanist. Sean should be the only one, but he also has the power of telepathy.

Xiao En reached out to take it, and in an instant, he felt the arcanist's laws, which was the most orthodox arcanist inheritance.

——Spell Matrix!
This is a rune inscription that can only be created by top archmages. It combines many spells together to form a huge matrix network that starts up instantly after being activated.

Xiao En looked a little hesitant, and lowered his head and said, "Master's gift is too expensive."

Master Xu smiled and shook his head, saying, "You need this more than I do."

"once."

"My hometown is just like yours. The land is devastated and ancient evil creatures are rampant. It was my dear friend who helped us save everything."

The master's eyes were full of compassion and mercy, and he looked at everything in front of him as if he felt the same way.

He waved his hand and disappeared into the morning mist.

Xiao En stood where he was, watching the figure of the Eastern demigod go away. He seemed to be different from other souls from other worlds. He did not come here for the power of deification.

For such a being, deification seems easy.

The awakened one is the one who has realized.

This master is most likely a transcendental enlightened person on the path of a warrior monk. According to the Earth, an enlightened person is someone who has reached enlightenment. The most famous enlightened person is Sakyamuni.

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(End of this chapter)