I am God Chapter 370: : The battle between purgatory and abyss begins
This is a huge underground space.
It is said that this underground space appeared after the Earth Witch summoned the Divine Tree in Moon Eclipse City in order to resist the Wrathful King of the Abyss.
It is now used by the Corpse Eating Cult as the new headquarters of the evil Cult.
The new headquarters is much bigger than before, and some hidden passages extend in all directions, even leading to every corner of Eclipse City.
The Esoteric Cult of the Corpse Eaters itself is also many times stronger than before.
In a short period of time, this evil secret sect has more than ten times more members, and even many important figures in the Ten Thousand Snake King's Court have secretly joined it.
In the dark and dripping underground cave, a large number of snakemen wearing cloaks came in and out. These people all had gloomy and terrifying faces, and they couldn't feel the slightest temperature on their bodies, just like dead bodies.
A masked person came down from above, and the Corpse Eater Secret Cult members guarding the entrance immediately stepped forward to greet him.
"Second Sir."
The other party asked in a cold voice: "Where is the chief?"
The other party replied: "The chief is already inside, waiting for you."
Mask Man: "Are you ready?"
Answer: "It's ready."
The one with the mask is Akmanmon.
He has now officially become the number two figure in the Corpse Eater Esoteric Cult, and Thuro is also trying his best to push him to the top. The Corpse Eater Esoteric Cult needs such a figure with extremely status and attractiveness in the Court of Ten Thousand Snakes.
Not only this, Ackerman's desire for power and spirit of exploration are also very consistent with Thurrow, making Thurrow feel that they are the same kind of people.
During this time.
Thurrow and Akmanmon have tried various experiments on the curse, and even used the corpse eaters of the corpse eater secret religion as test subjects.
They discovered that as long as they try to use the corpse-eating ceremony to become the corpse-eating of the powerful, there will be no good end in the end.
Someone is completely insane.
While devouring the divine blood of other people's wisdom, what remains in the blood of others is also affecting one's own sanity.
The more rituals you perform, the closer you get to madness.
Reducing the number of rituals and devouring those powerful enough existences each time seems to be able to avoid this problem.
But it seems that it is not so simple.
The mythical bloodline swallowed by someone is too powerful, but it is in turn swallowed by the other party's mythical bloodline.
One's own consciousness was completely imprisoned in the blood of myth, and fell into eternal darkness. In the end, the living person turned into a magical prop with strong negative effects.
And after someone gains power, they will no longer perform the ritual of the corpse eater. It seems that this way they can escape the curse of the Lord of Purgatory.
Tell them the result.
This is nothing but wishful thinking.
Ackermann came today to witness the scene of falling into purgatory with Thurrow, as he once said.
Someone's will could not bear the curse in the end, and was summoned by the Lord of Purgatory, and was about to be dragged into the burning death star.
In an underground cave.
Thurrow and Akmanmon stood under a stone pillar, and a man who was yelling frantically was tied to the stone pillar.
The other party seemed to see something, and was trembling with fright.
"Fire!"
"What a big fire."
"Don't come here!"
"Let me go, let me go."
Such a terrifying scene made one unable to help but wonder what kind of scene he saw.
The other members of the Corpse Eating Secret Cult standing around were already sweating coldly just watching this scene.
Because it reminded them of their fate, maybe in the near future, they will become like each other.
Thurrow raised his head and said to Akmanmon who had just arrived: "Here we come."
Ackerman looked at Thurrow: "You don't seem to be afraid, and the curse on you doesn't seem to last long. Aren't you afraid of being taken to purgatory?"
Thurrow said in a calm tone: "I'm actually scared to death, can't you see it?"
Ackerman: "Oh!"
Thurrow turned his head and glanced at Ackerman, dissatisfied with his character who didn't know how to respond.
But he went on to say: "But I will turn my fear into my strength, and nothing can knock me down."
"The more afraid I am, the more unstoppable things I face, the stronger I will become."
At this time, the corpse eater tied to the stone pillar also changed.
"Ah!"
The corpse eater suddenly let out a scream, and then burst into flames all over his body.
It turned into a Pyroman, struggling in the flames.
And at the same time.
A more terrifying scene appeared.
"Crash!"
There was a strange sound in the void, as if someone was dragging a chain, but no other movement could be seen.
However.
It is different in the eyes of the cursed.
They saw a tall and stalwart cursed shadow appearing at the junction of the real world and the illusory, throwing chains from the illusory world.
The chains were attached to the corpse eater on the pillar, and he was dragged into the fiery purgatory.
The flames were like a huge mouth, swallowing him.
Accompanied by a horrible chewing sound.
The moment the corpse eater was dragged away, he let out a shrill scream.
Eventually.
But he couldn't resist his destiny.
From the moment he committed the forbidden sin, the Lord of Purgatory had arranged for him to go.
He is going to accept the unimaginable torture until the day when his consciousness completely dissipates, and finally becomes a part of purgatory.
Many corpse eaters under the stone pillar collapsed directly, and fell limp on the ground on the spot.
"Purgatory!"
"That is purgatory!"
"It's over, we will all be eaten by him, we will all be dragged down by him."
"What's that? What's that?"
Some corpse eaters fled wildly, bumping into each other like headless flies, and even collided with each other before rolling to the ground.
On the contrary, it was Thro and Ackerman who had been staring at the tall and stalwart shadow of the curse.
Until it disappears completely.
Thurrow looked at the people behind him, those who were trembling, those who were running away crazily.
Then said contemptuously.
"Did you see it?"
"This is the waste that is knocked down by fear."
Thurrow looked at Ackerman who was still able to remain calm and said: "However, you are very good."
Next.
The few corpse eaters who were limp on the ground became the next test subjects.
They are like a feeder, constantly feeding their own kind to the terrifying monster from purgatory.
Thurrow and Ackermanmon also discovered in experiments that the stronger a person's will and spirit are, the more they can suppress the curse in turn.
But the curse is growing and becoming stronger with time, and one day they will be swallowed by the curse, and finally fall into purgatory.
So what the two of them thought was not how to overcome the curse, but had to find a way to solve the curse on them.
And.
Thurrow and Ackerman discovered a strange thing by accident during the experiment.
Whenever a cursed corpse eater is dragged into purgatory, the cursed shadow that appears between reality and fantasy seems to become stronger.
Thurrow tried a few times.
In this way, he vaguely discovered the real secret of the curse.
Under the stone pillar.
He said in disbelief: "The curse actually originated from ourselves?"
"Curse is something issued by people, and the shadow of that curse is devouring our spirit, thus continuously strengthening this curse."
"For example, the curse on us should be the curse caused by cannibalism or devouring the same kind; that's why it keeps devouring corpse-eaters to strengthen itself."
But then, he became ecstatic again.
"Since the curse can be enhanced."
"Then it must be weakened."
Ackermann asked Thurro: "How to weaken it?"
Thurrow had a crazy smile on his face: "There is no way to eliminate the curse, at least we have no way to eliminate it now. The only way is to transfer it out."
"Remember what I said to you?"
"The plague."
"Since then, I have had an idea."
Ackerman didn't speak, as if he was waiting for the other party to speak.
Thurrow is a crazy genius, but he also has his own weakness, although he probably doesn't care about this weakness.
Perhaps because he was not valued before, he likes to show off his abilities and his genius ideas.
"The plague is a disease."
"I have seen many kinds of plagues. It is a force that can be called a natural disaster. It does not have extraordinary power, but it is more terrifying than extraordinary power."
"Many plagues are transmitted through bodily fluids."
"There is a kind of plague, and there is an ancient medical method among doctors; let the poisonous blood from one person be released and put on another person, and then the person will be cured."
"Although I found out later that all these things are the imagination of those stupid doctors."
"But in the realm of the extraordinary, it can become a reality."
Ackermann looked at Thurrow: "Do you want to use the blood of the gods as a carrier to transfer the curse on yourself?"
Thurrow suddenly turned his head to look at Ackermanmon, and the atmosphere seemed to become tense.
However, Thurrow suddenly laughed: "Is it because we are the same kind of people? So you can always guess what I'm thinking."
Ackerman: "You already said it, it has something to do with blood."
"Ordinary blood naturally cannot bear the curse."
In a nutshell.
The total amount of curse cannot be eliminated, but it can be transferred.
If you want to transfer, you need a carrier.
The carrier chosen by Thuro is spiritual power and divine blood.
I have to say that Thurrow is a technical genius.
As Thuro established the secret sect of the corpse eaters, his skills in extracting the blood of myths became more and more exquisite.
In the beginning, he could only extract a piece of flesh containing mythical blood, and later he could purify mythical blood mixed with blood.
And now, he was able to accurately extract part of the mythical blood.
And this technique also laid the foundation for Thurrow's next experiment.
According to his own vision, Thuro wanted to combine the power of the corpse-eating curse on his body with the blood of myth to create a blood with special power.
Then use this method to transfer the curse from one's own body to other people's body, allowing other existences to be dragged into purgatory instead of oneself.
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In the deepest part of the cave, a raised platform is filled with sarcophagi.
Several experimenters on the high platform are repeatedly activating a ritual slate, re-drawing after discussion, and then activating it again.
Finally.
A brand with the fusion of spiritual power and curse power was created.
The brand that combines the curse and spiritual power is gray, suspended above the stone slab; it looks foggy, and is constantly twisting.
It seems to be composed of countless small bugs, constantly spreading out, and then gathering together again.
Thurrow took off his mask and said excitedly.
"Success."
"The Plague Blood Curse."
"We made it, we really did it."
By breaking through the third-order power and fusing the seal of the curse, he integrated the power and spirit of the curse into one.
The plague blood curse is the name of this brand, or it can also be called a special power curse.
Being named plague naturally also means that it has certain characteristics that a plague should have.
However, the production of the Plague Blood Curse is only the first step.
Then next.
He wants to transfer this curse to another person.
If it cannot be transferred to other people, then it is meaningless to extract it. When the curse breaks out, the Lord of Purgatory will also take him away.
Thurrow shouted at the corpse eaters in the audience, ordering them.
"Quick!"
"Bring it up."
Thurrow couldn't wait, not only couldn't wait to find a way to lift the curse, but also couldn't wait to see his experiments and ideas succeed.
Every success proves that he is not a mediocre person, but a genius.
Although he does not have the talent of extraordinary blood, he has wisdom and ideas far beyond ordinary people.
It seems to be faintly telling those who once rejected him, telling the father who made him accept mediocrity and become a doctor honestly.
How good he is.
A sleeping snake man was lifted up and placed on the stone table.
This seems to be a beggar, a figure wandering on the edge of the city, an existence that will disappear without anyone noticing.
Thurrow looked at Ackermanmon, his assistant.
He assigns the steps of the experiment.
"I have to extract part of his divine blood, but I can't hurt his life. I need him to live."
Ordinary intelligent species also have the blood of mythology in their bodies, which is the source of their wisdom. The three-leaf people come from the king of wisdom, and the snake-man and wing-man come from the master of life knocked down from the moon of God. That stone; but most of the mythical blood on ordinary people cannot be transformed into spiritual power, so they don't have power.
But now that Thro has stuffed the Plague Blood Curse with spiritual power into it, no one knows what it will turn out to be, and it's probably impossible to have a good end. It's like stuffing a fireball into his body. more dangerous.
But Thurrow, a lunatic, doesn't care about the life and death of a beggar.
He only cared about his experiment, and continued quickly.
"Only I can do this step, and I can't be distracted."
"Then as soon as I extract the divine blood, you must put the plague blood curse into his divine blood, following the method I told you before."
"Finally, we will put his blood back."
Mix the spiritual power containing the curse seal with the blood of myth, and break it up with all your strength.
This method has also been tried before.
What was finally created was a strange existence like a monster, which was almost a magical prop.
However, Thuro's method is still different. He uses living people as the material, and uses his own mythical blood as the material.
So not to the end.
No one knows what will come out in the end.
As the experiment proceeded step by step, all steps were successfully completed in the end.
But the person on the stage seemed to be dead, without any breath.
Just when everyone thought the experiment had failed.
"Boom boom boom!"
Suddenly, the man moved; he kept bouncing and twitching, hitting the stone platform below him.
There were also strange changes on his body. First, dense rashes appeared, and then there seemed to be bugs swimming in his body.
Subsequently, the skin also turned into the color of limestone, hard and thick.
"Roar!"
After struggling for a long time, the "corpse" turned over and let out a roar.
He moved, and an extremely powerful force burst out from his body.
Thurrow transferred all the curses on his body to that curse seal, which caused the power of that curse seal to be somewhat beyond expectations.
The other party exploded with powerful spiritual power, directly overturning the stone platform.
The experimenters on the stage also dispersed immediately.
They watched as the experimental body broke free from the chain, raised its hand and destroyed one sarcophagus after another.
Tear up the corpses in those coffins and devour them.
Thurrow stared at the other party: "It has extraordinary power like this, but it seems that its wisdom has been completely wiped out; no, his body has also been strengthened, far surpassing ordinary people."
Ackerman thought thoughtfully: "Will the combination of curse and spiritual power eventually cause harm to wisdom itself?"
"Or is there a very direct relationship between spiritual power and wisdom?"
Following Thurow for a while, he seems to have learned this kind of perspective and vision of seeing everything through experiments, observing every detail of the experiment all the time.
The experimental subject seemed more and more manic, it attacked everything around it furiously, it seemed to have a strong desire to eat, but that desire was not aimed at food.
It is the existence of the blood of wisdom, including the corpses in the sarcophagus.
As it ate those corpses, it gradually lost control.
Next.
A raging flame burned out from the body of the experimental subject.
In the dark, it seems that an entrance to another world has appeared.
Everyone felt a sense of dryness appearing under the dark underground.
"Crash!"
Once again they heard the dragging sound of the chain, the shadow swallowed by the flames.
Amidst the roar and roar, it just disappeared into the air.
All the corpse eaters trembled in fright when they saw the terrifying cursed figure that took away the experimental subject.
However, Thuruo, the head of the secret sect, and Akemanmon, who had just become the second seat, were extremely calm. They even got closer and looked at the cursed figure seriously.
After observing for a long time, Thurrow finally couldn't help laughing.
He looked at Ackerman: "Did you see it?"
"I made it."
He really created a way to deflect the curse.
At the same time, there is this unexpected joy, which uses the power of this curse to create a monster with extraordinary power.
"We can transfer the curse on our body through blood, and even create this extraordinary monster."
Thurrow had just made a major success, and immediately thought of another feasible idea.
"However, the curse I just transferred a little bit more, reached a critical point."
"If we control it, maybe we can create a slave with extraordinary power that we can control."
Thurrow this guy.
He discovered the flaw of the curse in this way.
Although the curse of the corpse eater is not broken, the power of the curse still exists, and it is still dragging people into purgatory.
Moreover, this method of transfer is not available to ordinary corpse eaters. The threshold for being able to use spell seal power is the third level.
But at least for now.
This curse can't make Thuro the guy, the culprit.
It's so easy to take it down.
The Lord of Purgatory probably never thought that after he created the Corpse Eater Curse, there would be such a guy among the cursed people.
After being cursed, he began to use the power of the curse, following the power and achievements of the Lord of Purgatory, all the way to the present.
Thurrow walked to the trace left by the flame, looking at the last trace left by the guy who was taken into Purgatory instead of him.
He seemed to have unloaded some burden, first hid his face, and then burst out laughing.
"Ha ha ha ha ha."
"Did you see it?"
"I broke the fate that the Lord of Purgatory set for us."
Akmanmon: "Perhaps the Lord of Purgatory doesn't care who is dragged into Purgatory."
"As long as someone is brought into purgatory, that is His purpose."
Thurrow spread his hands: "Don't worry about him!"
"Anyway, it's not me who was taken down."
Ackermann looked at Thurro and said inwardly.
"The method of transferring the curse can only be used at the third level, and I'm still a little short."
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Thurrow easily left the underground cave, and appeared in a rather luxurious mansion.
The cloak on his body was changed, and he was replaced by decent clothes.
The servants in the mansion prepared food for him, and he enjoyed it like a nobleman.
In addition to being the head of the Esoteric Cult of the Corpse Eater, he is also a well-known doctor in Lunar Eclipse City, and now he has become the imperial physician of the court.
In the eyes of ordinary people.
He can be regarded as a big figure who goes in and out of high-level circles, but it is estimated that those people would not have thought that this seemingly famous doctor is such a crazy guy in private.
Thurrow was still thinking about today's experiment while enjoying dinner.
Once the curse is locked on him, it will only become stronger as time goes on. Thuro can't completely solve the curse cast by the Lord of Purgatory through the dream world, and can only transfer the curse again and again. go out.
And the crazy monster that was born through the transfer curse and created through the blood curse of the plague seems to be a very useful servant, a servant with extraordinary power.
Thurrow was thinking about how to control and strengthen this monster.
Thinking again, what name should be given to it.
"What should I call it?"
Thurrow had a flash of inspiration: "A ghoul?"
Thurrow put down the tableware in his hand and smiled.
"That's right!"
"Ghoul, I named it."
"From now on, my name will be known to everyone along with it."
Thurrow seems to be a little concerned about these things, and when he thinks of his experimental results, a happy expression appears on his face.
Suddenly, the smile on Thurrow's face stopped.
He stood up suddenly, and the chair behind him fell to the ground.
Thurrow looked at the mirror on the side, a bronze mirror as tall as a person, and a strange scene appeared in the mirror under the light at this moment.
The endless extension of darkness in the mirror is like a big mouth devouring the outside world.
"What happened?"
Thurrow was very surprised, he immediately reacted and wanted to rush outside, no matter what was playing tricks, he decided to distance himself first.
But the moment he looked into the mirror, a powerful force locked him.
Thurrow just showed his intention to escape, and his consciousness was instantly dragged into the world behind the mirror.
A door of myth that filled the whole world appeared in front of Thurrow.
The dark red door looks eerie.
Thurrow appeared under the mythical door, even if he raised his head, he couldn't see the top of the door. .
In front of the gate of mythology, sitting a figure emitting light.
But there is no snake man's tail.
It is the form of a god.
Thurrow was as small as an ant in front of this figure.
The glowing figure stared at Thuro for a long time, then slowly clapped his hands.
"Papa clap!"
The shadow sat with its chin propped, and Thurrow could see the other person smiling.
It was an indescribably evil smile, which was different from his evil and wanton. It was a kind of high-level evil, and he didn't even know if it could be called evil.
It's like a child smiling happily when he scalds the ants on the ground to death with boiling water.
Thurrow's whole body was cold, and he couldn't even move for a moment.
"You are very nice."
"Thurrow!"
The other party leaned down and stared at Thuruo from above.
"Originally you are not qualified to enter my eyes, but the plague blood curse you invented is very interesting."
"I decided to give you a chance."
"So that you can get rid of the control of the Lord of Purgatory."
Thurrow was trembling under the door of mythology, but he suppressed his composure and asked his first question.
"Who are you?"
The other party burst into laughter and said to him in a haughty voice.
"I am the messenger of original sin."
"Mortal."
Thurrow asked a second question: "What do you want from me?"
The other party leaned over to look at him, and looked at Thuro with eyes half hidden in the light, as if looking at a toy.
"I want to see if you have the courage to become the king of original sin."
"Thurrow."
"Do you think you can escape the control of the Lord of Purgatory by inventing a plague blood curse?"
"He's just too lazy to look at you, or he doesn't think it's time to harvest."
"If he thinks your fruit is ripe."
"He can take everything from you anytime, anywhere."
The evil and wanton voice came from a high place: "Just like me now."
The other party seems to appreciate Thuruo's talent, but he also despises his complacent appearance after he has just made some small achievements.
"Do you think that what you have offended is just a curse?"
"You should have discovered that besides the curse of the Lord of Purgatory, there are two other fates for you."
"One is assimilated by the will of others' blood and becomes a complete lunatic."
"One was swallowed by the power of the mixed extraordinary blood, and finally turned into a magical prop."
"Power is not so easy to get."
"Mortal."
Thurrow's original arrogance and arrogance during the day disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the fear of being cursed by purgatory surged back in his heart.
In fact, he also knows, but he is betting that the other party will not notice him, notice that he is a mortal.
Who would have thought that before the lord of purgatory could find him, the abyss would already be following him.
The shadow under the gate of mythology continued.
"I can give you a chance to be taken into purgatory and endure the endless flame burning torture; or become a lunatic and a prop."
"One."
"It is to choose me and become the king of original sin."
Thurrow can be regarded as a high-ranking powerful person, of course he knows what the King of the Abyss is.
Abyss and purgatory, how to choose.
It seems that it is better to choose the abyss, but Thurrow knows in his heart that it is not a question of who to choose.
But once he chooses, he may be able to join the battle between purgatory and the abyss; a character like him may be crushed into dust in the battle of the opponent anytime and anywhere.
The messenger of original sin seemed to have seen the doubts in Thuro's heart.
"What?"
"Want to sell for a good price?"
"Is the position of the king of the abyss not enough for you? Mortal?"
Thurrow looked at the other party and listened to the other party's playful voice.
He suddenly understood something.
The other party said it was a choice, but in fact it was just playing him.
He has no choice, just like the contemptuous address the other party gave him at the beginning.
Mortal.
What will happen to a mortal who rejects God.
Thurrow replied: "I choose the abyss."
The shadow under the gate of myth suddenly made a move.
The other party made a loud voice, which shook Thuruo's ears like thunder.
"That first."
"You have to prove that you have that qualification."
The messenger of the God of Original Sin stretched out his hand, and the terrifying shadow covered Thuruo.
The gluttony seed was stuffed into Thoro's body.
Thurrow let out a cry of pain, and made a sound of pain in the world inside the mirror.
It is the pain emanating from the depths of the spirit and consciousness, thousands of times more than the physical pain.
Outside the mirror.
His body also began to show some changes, and a certain organ in his body seemed to be impregnated with the power of myth.
And some knowledge that does not belong to the world also appeared in his heart along with that seed.
It is the secret book of becoming an apostle.
Divine Favor.
If you want to become the king of original sin, the first step is the apostles.
Thurrow fainted in an instant, and finally he could still hear the other party's evil voice.
"Go!"
"Go to the God of Original Sin to prove your sin of gluttony."
"Your all-swallowing capacity."
He is not the first Son of Gluttony to be chosen, but he does not know if he will be the last.
The pottery figurine, the messenger of original sin, goes around choosing the fallen.
Stir their desires and pick a final "winner" from among them.
－－－－－－Off topic－－－－－－
Recently, many new readers have also caught up with the latest chapters, so I may not accept another round of foreshadowing. Although I said it before, let’s say it again.
Where everyone thinks I'm watery, I'm not doing it on purpose. Those watery plots are the text, main line, and core of this book.
Why do you think it’s watery, because conventional novels are generally about fighting monsters and upgrading as the main line, but my book has not been upgraded, let alone fighting monsters; it is supported by side stories that conventional novels do not focus on Yes, so it is a relatively small number of writing methods and types.
In fact, everyone’s feeling is not wrong. For conventional novels, this is water; because you don’t write about the protagonist, you don’t level up or fight the enemy, why write these messy things that have nothing to do with the protagonist?
But for me, the more than 1.9 million words of this book from the beginning to the present are supported by this kind of "water to death" plot, and one small story after another constitutes the overall plot.
I said this mainly to say that everyone should not look at the plot I am writing now with my eyes in the water. It may be better to look at it as the core of the text and the beginning of a short story; because if you keep If you wait for me to write a main line, it will be very uncomfortable. You will find that the author has no such thing as a main line from the beginning to the end.
There is no way, the behind-the-scenes type is like this; the writing is all about side stories to promote, and I want to write these content that seems to be watery, but the design is more troublesome than the conventional one, please be considerate .