I am God Chapter 607: : Come on, let’s drink this poison bar of eternal life together!

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Deep in the dream world.

The dark kingdom of hell, the towering throne of God.

A thin dwarf sitting on the throne looked back up, his expression was full of horror and horror; the huge mythical shadow looked down, with unwilling persistence.

But look carefully, the shadow is attached to the skinny dwarf, everything seems illusory, even the unwillingness and hatred.

The skinny dwarf is real and full of emotions, but his power comes from that illusory shadow, and all his stalwarts and strengths are like castles in the air.

Naplow looked at the other party, and his hands on the armrest suddenly trembled.

His eye sockets opened further, and his mouth continued to enlarge.

"God in a bottle."

"Why are you still here, haven't you become me?"

"How could you still appear?"

As if he had never heard of the shadow of the ancient evil god, he just lowered his head further and stared at him firmly.

Then, repeat the previous words again.

"You promised me, are you done?"

"Naproseth!"

"Did you kill that traitor Xiao?"

Shaw.

When Naplow heard this name, he was suddenly a little dazed.

He seemed to remember something.

He vaguely saw a world under endless black rain, and saw a tall and lean man sitting in front of a long white table.

He sat alone on the long table with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep, but when he looked closely, he found that his fingers were tapping on the table, and he seemed to be observing everything around him all the time.

Naplow felt that the other party was very familiar, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't remember who the other party was.

Naplow stood up, stepped forward a little bit, and looked up at the other party.

"Who is Xiao?"

"Who the **** are you?"

"Who am I?"

"Why am I here?"

"Where is the world I see, outside of Royaan?"

He questioned the other party, wanting to know the truth of everything.

"What did I promise you?"

"I don't remember, I don't remember anything."

The shadow of the ancient evil **** understood something.

The answer seems to be, no.

The shadow straightened up little by little, and re-formed into the silhouette of a gray **** standing against the sky and the earth.

Then, her figure gradually disappeared from the height.

"It's all because of Xiao."

"I am the **** of knowledge, I am the master of the gate of truth."

"I am the original myth."

"I should be the one who followed the Creator across the era."

"Xiao, I gave you strength, I gave you everything..."

The shadow kept talking, and she seemed to want to scream out these words in the most venomous tone, but in the end they all turned into cold words.

Until the end, declare the end with two bytes.

"Traitor~"

Looking at the shadow annihilation, Naplow suddenly felt a sharp pain rushing into his body.

He lowered his head, and saw that the power of myth in his body was also continuously dissipating, and the curse seal in his body was also stripped away, turning into billowing thick smoke and going away.

"What?"

"What's going on?"

He reached out his hand frantically, wanting to keep those, but he could only watch those powers turn into thick smoke and dissipate past his fingertips.

In the end, integrate into this **** country.

Naplow felt that his physical strength and authority were constantly being stripped away.

Naplow's divine name, its authority, its innate talent.

Everything is taken away in an instant.

Or take it back.

"My strength."

"My authority, my divine power."

He felt as if there was a sharp knife harvesting in his body, and he knelt on the ground in pain and let out a sharp cry.

At this time, Naplow realized that those things were not born with him, but he bought them in advance at the price of certain things.

If he wants to truly become a god, he must do certain things.

Otherwise, everything he gained would be lost at this moment.

Naplow knelt on the throne in pain, supported the throne and looked into the distance, stretching out a hand.

"God in a bottle, tell me."

"What did I promise you?"

"Kill Xiao?"

"Who is Xiao?"

He growled loudly in pain and yelled at the other party.

"Tell me, tell me everything!"

"If you don't tell me, how can I know what's going on."

But no matter how he shouted, he couldn't restore the withdrawn authority and power, as well as the shadow of the myth that had gone away.

He could only watch everything about him dissipate, and slowly and completely turn into a transparent soul body, a dead monarch dressed in black.

He seems to be still strong, but he has lost everything.

He established the Kingdom of God in Hell, but he is not the real master of the Kingdom of God at this moment, he has also become a prisoner in this cage.

And his kind of prisoner is not the same as the villain in a bottle.

At least, the villain in the bottle can't get out of the body, at least he can take a look outside.

As for him, even looking outside became impossible.

He can regain everything only by killing Xiao, but it is impossible in this world, because the existence named Xiao is not in this world at all.

This seems to be an endless loop that can never be broken.

In the agony of Naplow, he suddenly remembered something.

"No!"

"I have to get out quickly, get out of here quickly."

He looked up to the gates of **** that swirled like a vortex.

He rushed to a high place, but bumped into the gate of hell, unable to rush out at all.

Naplow screamed, hitting again and again.

"No!"

"Let me out, let me out!"

Obviously, he's locked up here.

His strength and everything have already been combined with this country, becoming a part of the **** kingdom of hell.

If you can't become the master of **** in the end, then you will be the gatekeeper of hell, or you can say that you are a slave of the kingdom of God.

Naplow stopped, he stood above the sky, his eyes were dull.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a desperate growl as countless ghosts looked up.

"Why?"

"Why is that so?"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

He felt that there were countless mysteries in front of him, but he couldn't see clearly.

He felt like a person locked in a bottle, no matter how hard he tried to drill out, he just went from one bottle to another.

There is always something binding yourself, binding yourself.

He wanted to shout out hoarsely, but when the words reached his mouth, he turned into a dumb ah!

And this time.

A large number of ghosts also moved and attacked Naplow.

Overwhelming, flooding Naplow like a river.

Naplow turned around, swung the sickle in his hand and slashed at these ghost bodies, tearing them apart.

Next.

He was like crazy, constantly waving the sickle in his hand.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"I am your master, I am the master of ghosts."

"I am God!"

"I am your God."

"How dare you, how dare you attack me."

Naplow personally killed them alive and took everything from them. Many ghosts among them hated Naplow.

When Naplow still possesses the authority of a god, he is naturally the **** of all ghosts.

He kills them, loots them, and they crawl at his feet.

But now, he has nothing left.

Although he is more powerful, he has essentially become like these ghosts, an existence imprisoned in this cage called hell.

"Get lost and die."

Naplow slew them, destroying their form.

But after they dissipated in this kingdom of God, they were born again in this kingdom of God.

They are illusory spirit bodies combined with memory, obsession and power. They are part of the kingdom of **** and a part of this place.

Only with the authority of the Kingdom of God can they be given death and liberation.

Naplow swung his scythe, one after another.

In the end, he didn't give up this meaningless movement until he was too tired to lift it up.

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The dark and dead kingdom of God.

Naplow was walking in **** blankly, he didn't understand why it happened like this.

As he walked, he was talking to himself.

"What's going on?"

"Myself, imprisoning myself?"

"I built a big cage and locked myself in it!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

He felt that this was really funny.

It is so funny that people feel that this is not a tragedy, but a comedy.

Smiling and laughing, the poem that the black knife warrior said suddenly sounded in his ears, and that ridiculous guy seemed to be reading aloud with that book of poems again.

He is obviously a bald, bearded, and blood-stained guy, but he pretends to be a university student.

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

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

He thought of the guy who was mocked by him time and time again, the guy who thought that he could gain everything by dedicating his loyalty to the legion commander, but in the end he was killed by the legion commander he dedicated his loyalty to.

At this moment, he seems to be normal.

He couldn't take it, he had had enough, he roared around, as if trying to drive those voices away.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

He swung his sickle and turned his body from side to side.

"Kang Dang."

Finally, he suddenly touched something.

He lowered his head and saw a black helmet, which looked very old.

He looked at it for a long time, and it seemed familiar.

Finally, he recognized what it was.

He recognized the narrow field of view, and recalled the feeling of being blocked.

"Is it my helmet?"

He bent down, trying to pick up the helmet.

He remembered that he had thrown away the helmet a long time ago, outside the anchor town, together with his humiliation of being imprisoned and controlled.

He can still recall that happy night, he killed the seemingly invincible and powerful legion leader who was domineering, and embarked on his own road to rise.

He was a little puzzled, how could this thing appear here.

At this time, another hand stretched out.

He touched the hand.

"Who?"

He looked up and saw the shadow of a girl.

With the touch of both hands, the power of the death monarch poured into the opponent's spirit body.

During this process, he also saw pictures passing by before his eyes.

He saw a girl chasing a past life.

Information flows around like an ocean, forming a three-dimensional projection world.

He stands in the center of the projection.

This time, he finally knew who the other party was.

He saw the girl walking on the ground again and again, looking for a mute everywhere.

Day after day, year after year.

He saw the girl come to the ruins of Anchor Town again and again, waiting there every year until the world turned from yellow to silver.

He saw the girl looking for his trace again and again, shuttling in the heavy rain, running between villages and cities.

He saw the girl fighting with those villains, and asked about the whereabouts of the legion commander. She was still unwilling to believe that she was dead, and firmly believed that she still existed in a certain corner of the world.

He saw the girl wearing the helmet he dropped, seeing the girl keeping the collection of poems that fell in the underground passage, and seeing her depicting her grown-up appearance under the lights.

Scenes come together to form a figure trapped in the past.

Naplow looked at it and opened his mouth wide.

He can't understand.

He feels stupid.

Naproseth pointed at the other party and laughed loudly, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Fool."

"Hahahaha, really stupid."

"Who do you think you are?"

"What do you have that the great Naplow cares about?"

"I don't want to save you, I don't want to save you, it's all your own thinking."

"It's been so long, you still take it seriously."

"Are mortals as stupid as you are, to chase such a thing for a lifetime?"

And Naplow smiled, but slowly became silent.

I can't seem to laugh anymore.

Although it is stupid, but for some reason, he actually feels a little warm.

Especially, when he turned into a prisoner again.

That seems to be the only good thing he has done in his life, although that good thing is not from his heart.

But there is one person in this world who thanks him, cares about him, and is the only one.

This has never happened before.

Whether it is past life or present life.

At this moment, the only good thing and the only person are all gone.

Destroyed by his own hands.

At this time, the screen projection just happened to rotate to one of the scenes.

Everything seems to return to that night.

When the two were young.

He was just a little monster stuffed in a tin can, and the other party was just a girl who hadn't really set foot on the road of power.

In the dark night of Anchor Town, the girl reached out to Naplow.

"Follow me."

"I'll take you to the temple."

He looked at the other party, and suddenly his face changed.

"Enough!"

He slapped the opponent's hand vigorously, and his fingers slid across the non-existent phantom, like a beast that was furious because of being humiliated.

He almost fell to the ground.

He was a little embarrassed, and his eyes also saw the helmet on the ground.

He didn't want to pick it up again this time, as if he didn't want to pick up the humiliation and pass like a prisoner.

Then he rushed out of the memory illusion and ran outside.

He stumbled, hurried and eager to get out of here.

"I will not choose you."

"I will never choose, it is all your own fantasy, I have never been a good person, I am a born villain."

"There is no change at all, no one can change me."

Running.

Napolo let out a strange laugh, his voice full of persistence.

"You also want to bind me, you want to make me more vulnerable and make me like those mortals."

"The strong don't need feelings, the strong don't follow the rules, the strong take everything, and the strong act recklessly."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"I want to be a god!"

"I want to live forever."

"I won't just throw in the towel, no matter who or what I do."

"I won't just throw in the towel."

Naplow remembered the name and the task that the evil **** in the bottle said must be completed. He seemed to wake up suddenly and shouted loudly.

"Xiao!"

"Who is Xiao?"

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him."

"Who am I?"

"What am I going to do, what am I going to do?"

Naplow went completely crazy, he stumbled forward and never turned back.

And in situ, where the black helmet was left.

The girl's ghost bent down, picked up the helmet on the ground, and hugged it in its arms.

Everything at the end.

The picture is frozen in the picture of that day.

Anchor Town.

After dawn, the girl brought the God's Punishment Squad to the town.

She found the collection of poems left in the tunnel, and then followed the passage to find the helmet that Naplow dropped outside.

The wilderness at dawn.

The girl looked at Naplow's helmet, knelt on the ground and hugged it tightly.

She who had been silent all this time, suddenly howled loudly and let out a cry.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The girl also seemed to be mute, holding his helmet and weeping as if she had lost the whole world.

She puts the helmet on and looks out through the narrow viewing box.

Since that day, she seems to have become another person locked in a bottle.

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Roya Ann World.

Besides the capital of the Iron Kingdom, Polik was looking at the big pit left in place outside the ruins.

He looked through the big pit, and seemed to see the **** in the depths of the dream world.

At the moment when Naplow ran madly in the royal city, shouted Xiao's name frantically, and shouted obsessively that he must become a god.

As if he had witnessed all this with his own eyes, he spoke at the same time.

"Come on!"

"Drink this poison bar of eternal life together!"

The invisible wind lifted Polik's trefoil priest robe, revealing the mark of truth on his palm.

The imprint of the Gate of Truth represents the Gate of Truth in Anhofus.

This story of 250 million years of grievances and entanglements that is still unfinished seems to be opened from this name and from this door.

Anhofus opened the way to mythology and immortality, completed the pursuit and obsession of the Summer family's immortality, and also started this endless cycle of resentment and obsession.

A Sai, the villain in a bottle, Xiao, An Li, Vivien, etc., are still faintly bound by this chain.

Porik stepped over the edge of the big pit and headed for the distance.

"The ceramic villain who inherited the authority of the villain in the bottle, if you want to inherit her power, you must also inherit her karma."

"If you want to become a god, you are destined to be tested."

The wind raised dust and sand, gradually covering the deserted royal city.

In the wind and sand, Polik's voice came.

"Naproseth!"

"Do you have the capacity to become a god, are you ready to pay the price of becoming a god?"

"Are you ready to face the enemy of the villain in the bottle?"

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In the Kingdom of God Nasha.

A number of dwarves came to the side of the **** sea, accompanied by the shadows of some mermaids and treants who have not yet entered the human world.

The first king of the dwarves, the mother of the mermaid, and the first ancestor of the tree people have all entered the human world one after another, so the people who stay here now are those who cannot really take charge of the overall situation.

Therefore, they came to this **** sea.

Come here to look for Bremen who hasn't shown up for a long time, and hasn't spoken to him.

"What's going on, what's going on with Naplow?" One of the dwarves asked the question first.

"Where did such a powerful guy come from? Where did this guy come from? It's completely wrong."" They saw the pictures from the world through the barriers of the kingdom of God, and they were all dumbfounded. Names, mythical altars, and the screens opened in the dream world, these are already the unique authority of the gods.

"Didn't your two races mess it up?" a dwarf accused.

"If we come up with a god, what will we do with you?" said the other two tribes.

"She is not only sacrificing ordinary people, but also taking away the master craftsman. What kind of power is this, forcibly taking away the blood of the gods and then transforming the form." Power, at this moment, with the help of the kingdom of hell, she actually robbed Nasha's kingdom of God for power.

"There is also that kind of transparent spirit body race, which should be the ghost in the legend. I heard that the shape of the Wuling clan borrowed from ghosts, but I have never seen the original ghosts. "Someone has found some information.

"Where did this guy come from? We have to destroy it, or Ro Ya'an will be finished." At this time, everyone became united.

"Move a giant stone golem against her?" someone suggested.

"She has gone to the dream world, it's too late now." Someone shook his head immediately.

"Hell, what does this mean? Have you heard of the name Naplow?" Some people also paid attention to the name Hell and Naplow.

Everyone was confused and panicked.

Suddenly another guy who seemed to be a **** appeared, and the three clans felt a lot of pressure and a strong threat.

But they didn't know where this guy came from and how to deal with her.

Everyone looked into the depths of the crimson sea, hoping to get an answer from there.

At this time, under the altar in the depths of the Scarlet Sea.

A certain three-leaf symbiote who was completely embedded into the altar and lying on the corpse raised his head.

"Ghost?"

"In the name of the four syllables of the wisdom language, the **** of knowledge in the ancient times, is the villain Anhofus in the bottle?"

"Isn't this guy completely dead?"

But after thinking for a while, Breman felt something was wrong again.

"No, Naplow?"

"It's the ceramic villain Naproses."

"Xiao, you sent this guy in too!"

Briman already knew who the person who came in was, and he also knew which side it was from. He looked at the sky and finally understood where the abnormality he felt before came from.

"It turns out that the world in the vat has been opened for the second time."

"The **** of nothingness, or the supreme mother of life, do you want to speed up the evolution of species?"