I am God Chapter 604: : The king of hell?

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The Legion Master of the Hell Legion is dead.

At this time, a short "iron stuffy can" ran down from the entrance of the secret passage cautiously.

A large number of ghosts followed behind him, each wearing the same clothes and hanging the same pendant.

But as the "iron stuffy can" went down to the bottom, after passing through the narrow entrance, the crowded light and shadow exploded and scattered into a group.

At the same time, it gradually changed to its original appearance.

The Divine Punishment Squad from the temple has not come here at all, they are all ghosts in disguise.

Naplow rushed in front of the legion commander excitedly, screaming like he was looking at a rare treasure.

"Ahhh!"

He couldn't wait to take off the armor on his body. He had done this action many times before, but this time he took it off smoothly. Twist and it all fell down.

He lifted off the cloak that the other party had been covering his body all the time, and took off his helmet, wanting to see what the other party was.

This guy has been hiding himself under the cloak, and Naplow is also very curious.

In the end, he found that the helmet and armor could not be pulled off. This guy's flesh and blood had already grown together with the armor.

It turns out that this guy is also a monster.

"Yeah!"

Naplow didn't see the appearance of the other party, so he felt bored.

On the one hand, he skillfully untied the glove, stretched out his palm and pressed it towards the other party.

However, just when he wanted to turn the general commander into his own ghost, a force stopped him.

Naplow released his palm in panic.

I saw a ray of light shooting down from the sky, penetrating the house and the ground and falling on the head of the legion.

The magic weapon named Black Warrior's Helmet gradually became transparent with the light, and finally floated to a high place and disappeared.

It turns out that the magic weapon is really a weapon made by the gods through the master craftsman.

Every master craftsman will spend his whole life tempering himself into a divine weapon, and will enter the kingdom of God with him after his death. made of power.

What the gods give, the gods will eventually take back.

Looking at this scene, Naplow couldn't help covering his stomach and laughing.

"Hey hey hey!"

Then, he pointed to the sky and yelled.

"Ah!"

It turns out that even a guy like the legion commander can enter the Kingdom of God after death.

Naplow is more eager for power. After possessing power, not only can he do whatever he wants while alive, but he can also be superior to others after death.

He understood a truth.

What morality, what emotion, what loyalty, all of them are bullshit.

In this world, strength and power are everything.

Naplow began to search for the things left by the legion leader. He wanted to know the whole way of the road of power.

He returned to the top and began to search from house to house.

When he opened a room, he saw a familiar figure.

It was the child he and the black sword warrior brought back.

Dwarf males are burly and strong, and they like to grow thick beards when they grow up. They look very mighty and imposing.

The female skeleton of the dwarves still looks very large, not tall, but very fit.

If the figure is enlarged, it really feels like a mythical creation. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, the gods are men with mighty beards, and women are fit and tall.

"Huh?"

He didn't expect that this guy was still alive, he thought the legion commander had already dealt with him.

This seems to be a big problem, coming from a big force called "Temple".

The head of the legion seemed to be afraid of something, and he didn't dare to attack directly.

The same is true for Naplow. He thought of the frightened appearance of the legion commander, and knew that this should be an unimaginably powerful organization, and he didn't want to rashly offend others.

"Ah!"

He dragged the girl hard and hurried outside.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he led the other party out of the edge of the anchor town, pointed to the road away in the distance, and made a signature sound.

"Ah!"

Naplow stomped his feet and told him to get out of here.

However, what Naplow didn't expect was that the child from the temple reached out to him.

"Follow me."

"I'll take you to the temple."

Looking at each other, Naplow thought to himself.

"Shrine?"

"That should be a very powerful place."

If it was before, Naplow might agree.

After all, there was a guy before who just told him that there were beds and food in a certain place, and he ran away. If a big force asked him to join, why hesitate?

But now, Naplow has made some changes.

He saw how the legion commander seized everything and controlled everything through power, and also saw how the black sword warrior was loyal, but was finally killed and abandoned by the legion master like garbage, and he also saw that a guy like the legion leader also able to enter the Kingdom of God.

He no longer desires to pursue the strength of others, he now wants to become stronger himself.

He doesn't need any master and join any forces.

Because.

He wants to be the master of others and build his own power.

Naplow waved his hand to express his refusal, and at this time chaos broke out in the town.

The black warriors of the Black Prison Legion discovered something was wrong one after another. They realized that the shackles on their bodies had been untied, and some people were panicked, not knowing what happened.

Some people took advantage of the chaos and started to flee, and some people started to take advantage of the fire to rob.

"Ah!"

Naplow is in a hurry, but he still hasn't got what he wants.

He stomped his feet angrily and yelled at the other party, looking like he was in a rage.

From the girl's point of view, he was urging herself to leave quickly, to leave this dangerous place quickly.

In fact, this is indeed the case, but the reason behind it is completely different from what the two people imagined.

The girl took one look at him and finally started to run away.

The visibility in the middle of the night was low, but it disappeared after a while.

Naplow immediately ran back anxiously.

Finally.

He found what he wanted in the army commander's study.

Those are two books that were originally hidden in the secret compartment, and now they are taken out and packed in a prepared box, together with some of the most precious treasures that the legion commander has searched for over the years.

As expected, the head of the legion is preparing to run away, but now, he can no longer take these things away, and all of them belong to Puluo.

Naplow immediately let the ghost take the box, got into the tunnel where the legion leader escaped before, and ran towards the outside.

There is dust all the way.

Naplow controlled the ghost of the black sword warrior, and got out of a cave in some embarrassment.

He looked at the ghost who was thrown out with a box behind him, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something missing from the other person.

"Huh."

"Where is your poetry collection?"

The black sword warrior didn't answer, but Naplow just asked casually.

The two of them set off together with the box.

For the first time, Naplow felt free.

He threw off the helmet that was once put on his head by the legion commander, and then strode away towards the distance.

After Naplow left.

In the early morning of the next day, the divine punishment team from the temple really came.

The notorious lunatic Darth Vader was wiped out, and the famous Hell Legion also disappeared.

But they searched the whole town, but they couldn't find the head of the Black Prison Legion. The other party seemed to disappear out of thin air.

The captain of God's Punishment Squad did not find the villain, but he did find the hidden underground passage.

"It seems that the other party escaped from here."

Besides the captain of the God's Punishment Squad, there was a girl following him.

The girl seemed to be looking for something, but she didn't see anything, and she felt a little lost.

But soon, she discovered something.

She hurried over and picked up a book.

Captain God's Punishment also followed, and found that it was a collection of poems.

"Breman Poetry."

"It's a very rare and precious book. I never thought that such a villain would read such an ancient book."

"It is said that this is something handed down from a very old ship."

"The original version has long since disappeared into the years, but it has been passed down orally in the mouths of some ancient existences."

The girl thought of the dwarf warrior who always held a black knife, and shook her head.

"It's not that villain's, it's a samurai with a black knife."

More and more people came here and reported the whole situation. The captain of the God's Punishment Squad nodded and told the girl beside him.

"I didn't find the person who saved you, maybe..."

"It's gone."

The girl didn't say anything, but held the poetry book tightly.

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Naplow walked among the various cities of the Iron Kingdom, and he unified all the underground dark forces that were previously controlled by the head of the Black Prison Legion in private.

He also put on a black cloak like the Legion Commander, never showing his true colors.

The Legion Master established the Black Hell Legion, and he also established a force called the Hell Legion.

Perhaps, he also hopes to control and enslave everyone like the legion commander.

Put all people in their own prisons, whip and flog everyone like a prison warden.

He thinks.

If you want not to be imprisoned by others, imprison others.

If you don't want to be someone else's slave, then be someone else's master.

Naplow used the method of a master craftsman to forge his body into something similar to a divine weapon, but he did not seek the blessings of the gods, but through his strange talent, he will be Transform into the power of ghosts to enhance your own "magic soldiers".

Perhaps it was because in the deepest part of his heart, he was unwilling to accept even being imprisoned and restrained by the gods.

The day when the "Shen Bing" was refined.

A mark like a black hole appeared on his chest, and anyone who was killed by him would fall into that black hole.

The black hole will lead to an illusory place, and those ghosts will be trapped in it, enslaved and controlled by him.

People in the dark world call this magical weapon the Gate of Hell, and everyone who has seen its power trembles when they mention its name.

Gradually, Naplow's reputation far surpassed that of the legion commander, and he became a big figure in the dark world of the entire Iron Kingdom.

Also known as - the king of hell.

The capital of the Iron Kingdom.

In the depths of the bustling and lively neighborhood not far from the palace, in a hidden and mysterious building.

Naplow, who has become a young man, sits at the head of a hall. Under his seat, there are ghosts of powerful people who are also hidden under black robes, also known as the messenger of death.

Anyone who dares to resist Naplow will be given death, and an ending more terrible than death.

Naplow sat on a high seat, looking down at the people below. Some of those people were carefully looking at him and the ghosts, but as his eyes swept over, they quickly lowered themselves in fear. head.

"Da da!"

"Da da!"

The hall was very quiet, and there was the sound of his fingers tapping on the handrail.

He didn't know why he wanted to do this, he seemed to feel that doing so represented strength and control over everything.

"Are you all here?"

There is a row of servants kneeling in the hall, each of them looks not low in status, either rich or noble.

Some of these people belong directly to him, and they are members of the Hell Legion.

Some people, the nobles of the kingdom, bowed down under him because of his strength and strength.

There are still some people, because Naplow has held their handles, so they can only be manipulated by him unwillingly.

However.

There is no doubt that these people are enslaved by Naplow.

He finally became a powerful and powerful person, and he also possessed the power over everyone.

Naplow leaned over and asked those present a question.

"My servant."

"Today I want to know where and where the Iron Kingdom will attack next."

"Also, what is the actual situation of the Iron Kingdom, and how long can it last in this race war?"

That voice is directly reflected in everyone's heart, and it is the unique way of spiritual communication for the powerful.

He used many methods, but he was still unable to speak, but after becoming a powerful person, this did not seem to be so important.

"It has been fighting for almost ten years. The kingdom's current mobilization of soldiers is seriously insufficient, and various problems have appeared among the people. The control of the kingdom is constantly declining. The situation is very pessimistic." The kneeling people looked at each other in dismay. , but finally one person spoke.

"In terms of military affairs, the next step for the Kingdom is to set up an ambush in the Deya Forest, where they will launch a general attack on the tree people in order to regain the situation. After all, it is easier for us to fight against the tree people than to control the sea mermaids. Take control." The former person talked about the situation inside the kingdom, and a guy who looked like a general talked about more explosive information.

"It's not just pessimistic. In the face of the joint attack of the Mermaid Darkscale Kingdom and the Treeman Alliance Autumn Leaf Tribe, the king has decided to send envoys to various countries. If the Platinum Kingdom and the Tin Kingdom do not send troops to rescue, what will happen next? It's really hard to predict the situation." Even before the envoys were dispatched, the news had already reached here.

It can be seen from this that Naplow is now powerful in the Iron Kingdom.

He is not the bright king of the Iron Kingdom, but he has stepped up to the throne of the King of the Dark World of the Iron Kingdom step by step.

"Deya Forest?"

Naplow got the news he wanted and nodded with satisfaction.

He likes war, because war can bring darkness and death, and darkness and death are his strength.

Next.

He led his Hell Legion to the Deja Forest area.

He made arrangements in a dozen surrounding cities, and then waited for the war to start.

As the war horns of the dwarves and treants sounded, a large number of people died like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Those tall treants lined up and charged, hundreds of dwarven soldiers were killed, and the raging fire burned, turning the forest into ashes.

In the depths of the forest, Naplow stood on the crown of a big tree.

When he opened his arms, he saw the huge ritual array unfold under his feet, spreading his power around the battlefield.

"Come on!"

"Come on, be my ghost, my soldier."

"Everyone will become my prisoner and my strength."

"I am your master."

As the corpses fell one by one, a large number of ghosts went deep into the ground, and then rushed towards Naplow.

In the end, they gathered in his chest.

He has a terrible tattoo on his chest, like a huge hole, or a mouth that swallows everyone.

He is constantly turning those dead into ghosts, and then incorporates them into his body.

He could feel that his strength was constantly getting stronger.

He is like a ball of flame, and the sentient beings are firewood, igniting him.

The more people die, the stronger Naplow becomes.

Not long ago, he had already become a Tier 3 powerful person in this way, which was already the pinnacle of this world, and also the pinnacle of mortals.

He can also be said to be one of the most powerful people in the Iron Kingdom.

But he still didn't feel enough, he felt that this power was far from filling his chest and body.

He was drawing strength wantonly.

Until this war ended, Naplow stopped unwillingly.

He looks out at the world, longingly.

"If I could swallow a whole city, or even a whole country, how powerful would I be?"

But this sentence means to say, but Naplow did not dare to really do it.

Because in this world, the dwarves still have a powerful force.

The temple.

Naplow raised his head and looked at the light source above his head.

As he became more powerful and mastered more and more things, he also gradually learned some secrets that ordinary people cannot know.

In this world, there is a group of immortals.

Those guys come from the Kingdom of God above their heads.

It is a group of unimaginably powerful guys, a group of guys who will never die.

The people who built the temple are said to be a few immortals among the dwarves. They specially recruit the talented and powerful people among the dwarves and teach them their powerful power. This is where the original master craftsman came from.

Naplow feels that he is not strong enough, at least not able to face such an existence.

Once he caught the other party's attention, he might be like the previous legion commander, thinking about fleeing far away in panic all day long, and even being found and killed by the other party.

Looking at the light source above his head, Naplow suddenly felt that there seemed to be many unimaginable secrets hidden in this world.

And all the people inside are like being locked in a huge bottle.

At this time, the ghost of the black sword warrior beside Naplow suddenly spoke again.

He sat in the corner and read the contents of the poetry book again.

"Everyone is a villain in a bottle, forever bound by something."

"It's not from others, it is from yourself."

Naplow looked at the sky, but spoke.

"I'm different."

"I will never be bound by anything, no matter who tries to bind me, no matter what is bound me, I will break it."

"I will not die, even if I die, I will not go to the kingdom of the gods."

Naplow went back with the ghost of the black sword warrior. When he left the burning forest, he suddenly turned his head and looked into the dark depths on the side.

"Who is it?"

He seemed to feel something, but after looking for a long time, he saw nothing.

Naplow released his powerful mental power to search the surroundings, but still found nothing, so he could only leave in the end.

And after he left, a shadow appeared in the darkness.

A transparent shadow.

It was Polik who had disappeared for a long time.

Porik looked at the grown-up Naplow, who was still rebellious and inhuman, but much more mature than the previous ceramic villain.

He nodded slightly, as if he saw that everything was going as expected.

Subsequent.

Porric took out a hedron.

When he moved the spar, he saw pictures reflected in it.

You can see the picture of the three-leaf man in the ancient times, and you can see a villain in a flask clinging to the glass bottle and shouting and screaming at a blood descendant of the royal power, and you can also see Stuen and a certain myth The picture of the shadow battle.

Looking at the mythical shadow, Polik summoned the power of original sin with a wave of his hand, and a huge door of truth was erected behind his raised hand.

Between the power, all living beings turned into withered statues, and ghosts wandered around the holy mountain.

"The villain in a bottle."

"You have lost the authority of the door of truth and the light of original sin, and all that remains is the authority of this ghost."

At the beginning of everything, the first person to create a ghost is the villain in a bottle.

Polik looked at the shadow in the picture, lowered his head and said.

"You are the oldest myth, and you were once the master of Shaw."

"It must be very reconciled to be played by her now!"

Porik extracted a part of the spar and threw it out. The light of memory turned into a ray of light and chased the sky.

It's like instinctively chasing your own coordinates in this world.

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Go back to a room.

There is no one else here, Naplow took off the black robe he always wore.

It can be seen that Naplow in his youth has grown a lot taller, but he looks as thin and shriveled as before, and looks malnourished.

He felt the expanding power in his body, and having power gave him an unparalleled sense of security.

"Third-order power!"

"But, is the third order the limit?"

"In the future, is there a stronger power?"

Naplow thought of those rumored immortals again, and he felt that those guys should have power above the third level.

"There must still be some, the power to obtain longevity, even an unimaginably long lifespan."

Even, he thought of a name.

"God!"

Is God also a state that can be possessed after reaching a certain level of strength?

After thinking about it, Naplow gradually fell into a coma.

He dozed off.

After absorbing so many ghosts, the power becomes stronger.

The huge amount of divine blood was burning in his body, which seemed to activate something in his body, making him faintly remember something.

The memory seems to belong to him, but not to him.

In that memory, he seemed to see himself becoming another existence.

A little man locked in a flask.

He lives in a place he has never seen before, in a wild but primitive world and era, the sky there is completely different from the sky he knows, it is unimaginably high, and a group of ancient and powerful people live there. ethnic group.

The sun there shines brightly, the night there is full of stars, and the world there is really endless.

But when he raised his head, what he saw was a disgusting cork.

He couldn't escape that bottle.

I can only look at the outside world in the glass bottle.

And that small bottle made him feel strongly uneasy.

Because he feels that as long as someone breaks this bottle, he can be given death.

So he hates this bottle, yet he is dependent on this bottle.

"The villain in a bottle?"

"Is there really a villain in a bottle?"

Naplow recalled the words in Breman's poetry anthology, and he always thought it was a comparison, but at this moment, he discovered that there really is such a thing.

But then, Naplow put this illusion behind him.

Because he saw the existence in the bottle, how powerful it is.

He saw that the other party summoned a brilliant light, killing all the lives in a radius of several miles in an instant, and he saw that the other party crossed the distance of space and directly bestowed power on his believers.

He saw someone chanting the name of the evil **** in the bottle, and she was able to send the power thousands of miles away.

She saw the villain in the bottle, turned into a shadow of myth to fight another myth, and the fight was turned upside down.

Naplow was terrified, but yearned for that power.

"No, this is not a villain in a bottle."

"This is God!"

"God."

Looking at these scattered pictures, Naplow seemed to recall something and vaguely understood something.

"No, why do I remember this?"

"Why do I see these pictures from the perspective of a god."

"It's like..."

"I'm just like her?"

Amidst the excitement, he suddenly woke up.

And Naplow yelled after waking up. It was the name of the villain in the bottle spoken in the language of wisdom.

He could finally speak.

This also seems to have opened up another restriction that was bound on the body.