I am God Chapter 658: : Shadow of Sloth

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Hell **** kingdom.

Let the spirit body feel that a large number of ghosts are wandering in the desolate wilderness that is shivering with cold.

It's pitch black here, only the occasional dim light from the city of the Kingdom of God in the distance, making the ghosts stop and stare longingly.

One of the young ghosts walked through the wilderness. He seemed to have just come here, but many ghosts here seem to know him, and they will stop when they see him.

Some ghosts just stared at him blankly, shivering in the cold wind and dark night, with pain and despair in their eyes.

Some would watch him pass by and suddenly call out his name in a confused voice.

"Nits."

"Ah, it's Little Nite."

Their tattered clothes fluttered in the wind of hell, they stared blankly at Nite, and then danced the sacrificial dance skillfully with their hands raised high.

In the wind, the gloomy prayer floated.

"Thank you, Mijina, for bringing us light and warmth. You are the messenger of heaven."

And some suddenly fell to their knees on the ground when they saw him.

A phantom fell devoutly at Nit's feet.

"Master Nite."

"Please send us to the kingdom of God, to the kingdom of peace where there will never be pain."

They shouted with hope in their eyes.

"I saw... I saw... that is the kingdom of the king of hell."

"I'm in hell."

He has indeed come to the kingdom of the king of **** and entered this hell.

However.

There is no peace in darkness.

Only pain never dies, and cold and eternal night accompany him.

Nite stood in front of the other party blankly, listening to the other party's call, and everything seemed to correspond to the broken pictures in Ghost's memory.

"Huh?"

A ghost has no form and no consciousness.

But at this moment, tears flowed down from those translucent eye sockets, turning into shimmering light and dissipating in the cold howling wind.

He didn't understand why he was crying.

Or he didn't understand it consciously at the moment, but he still showed a sad expression unstoppably.

He stood there for a long time, and more and more people surrounded him, worshiped him, and called his name.

Nit seems to have really turned into an afterimage and never moved again.

But at this moment, the shadow under Nite suddenly moved.

Although he has already turned into a spirit body, there should be no so-called shadow at all.

However.

It seems that this shadow has been on him since he escaped from the curse of purgatory long ago.

When he held the sickle and shone his ghost image in the water for the first time, the other party seemed to be with him at that time.

But everyone else has shadows, so what's so strange about him?

The shadow overlapped with Nite, and a powerful force was injected into it, and Nite's consciousness returned to his body bit by bit.

Nite finally remembered who he really was.

He finally understood why he was crying.

Because these people were sent to **** by him and his mother.

From the very beginning, their town was a sacrifice town built by mothers to gain power, and everyone got the gift of God by sending others to the **** of eternal night.

In the end, they also fell into **** together.

He is the same, he thought he sent the other party to the peaceful kingdom of God, but sent those people to this barren eternal night.

Nit lowered his head and looked at the people surrounding him at his feet.

Ragged in rags, they are forever icy in the winds of hell.

Nit raised his head and looked towards the city wall in the distance.

With his sharp eyes, he saw those powerful ghosts enjoying God's gift in the city walls, receiving the protection of God's light, and turning into God's close servants, and many of them were the evil spirits he had exiled into hell. only.

"Everything was a scam from the very beginning."

Here, there is no distinction between good and evil, only strong and weak, and only useful to gods.

Even in the world of death.

The weak are exiled in the wilderness, and the strong are accompanied by the gods.

This is reality.

Facing this cruel reality, Nite turned his head to look at the shadow behind him.

He asked, "Who are you?"

His shadow unexpectedly moved, turning into another Nite and appearing behind him.

Shadow yawned with Nite's face: "I am you!"

Nite doesn't believe it: "How can there be two me?"

Shadow Nite sat down, sitting on the stone and sticking his chin.

He still yawned, covered his mouth with his hands, and said helplessly.

"Because you can't do anything, that you who always escape from reality, that lazy you imagined another self to help you!"

"It would be nice to let another self help you to do the impossible, isn't it?"

Nit said: "You are lying to me!"

Shadow said indifferently: "Anyway, I'm here to help you, right?"

After a while, Nite asked him: "What can you help me?"

Shadow Nite: "I can help you get out of this hell, and I can also help me become a god."

Nit shook his head: "You just want to use me."

Shadow held his chin with one hand, and waved the other hand weakly: "That means you still have value to be used. This is a good thing, isn't it?"

Nit didn't ask any more, he left the ghosts surrounding him and walked towards the distance, he didn't know where to go, he just didn't want to stay here.

But no matter where he went, the ghost figures behind him also slowly followed up, following behind him from a distance.

No matter how he walks, he can't get rid of it.

He can see them as long as he turns his head.

He couldn't stop, he could only keep walking, because only in this way those figures could not catch up with him.

He was wandering in the wilderness, but as he walked, several figures appeared in front of him.

A winged youth stood in the darkness, leading two children.

At the beginning, the Winged Sky Envoy killed all the people in the Gate of Hell Organization and the Night Hotel, and sealed their gradually ghostly bodies in the spar, preparing to bring them back to the Holy Mountain of Light to purify them and return them to the Star Sea.

But before they had time to go back, the winged angels were all killed by Nite.

After Nit took back the sealing spar from the eight-winged angel, he sent them to **** again.

At that time, he thought that this was sending the other party into the kingdom of God, into eternal peace.

Head on.

He saw the astonished face of the winged youth.

His body alternated between scorched black and intact, as if he remained at the last moment, staring at the holy light sweeping towards him incomprehensibly.

Nit saw the child reach out to him.

The other party seemed to recognize him, showing a bright smile.

The apostle and the people he saved met in the cold eternal night of hell.

There seems to be nothing more ironic in the world than this.

They looked at each other without saying anything.

But the words of the past echoed in Nite's ears, and the voice was like a sharp knife piercing into his head, stirring mercilessly.

"Because, we met you!"

"The apostles of God saved us."

Everyone is using nits.

His mother, his god.

There are also people who he has never met or even known.

Everyone is pushing him forward. For different purposes, they sit high on the temple, looking down on all living beings, and using the will and strength of the strong to dominate everything.

And those who really care about him, those who believe in him, those who he cares about.

All destroyed.

There is nothing left.

Nit lowered his head deeply, and walked past the three Youhun brothers and sisters, silent like a shadow in a corner who fears the sun.

The child still stretched out his hand, refusing to let it go.

He walked forward until the three figures were completely submerged in darkness.

And this moment.

Nit fell to his knees in an instant, with his hands hanging down weakly, looking up at the sky and panting continuously.

There was a sound like weeping in his mouth, and a cry like a gossamer, but he tried his best to suppress it.

He didn't even dare to cry, because he felt that he had no face to cry, and he was even more afraid that those figures in the distance could hear him crying.

He was so desperate that he didn't dare to despair, because he didn't think he had the right to despair.

He was using that breathless voice to make a broken cry.

"This is...hell!"

This is the **** of the kingdom of God, the **** of other people.

Also, **** of a nit.

It's only been a while, and he hasn't had time to enjoy this short "peace".

The shadows in the darkness chased after him, and those familiar figures surrounded Nit, like surrounding a bonfire in the dark night.

"Nit..."

"Master Nite..."

"Nit...Nit...Nit..."

Nite was overwhelmed by countless voices.

He walked along with everyone's expectations and eyes on his back, his mother's hatred and desire, and God's will.

All of this is like a big mountain, pressing firmly on Nit's body.

Finally, he knelt in the middle of the crowd and howled hoarsely.

"I did my best."

"I have really tried hard to do it, but why is this happening."

"What else do you want me to do, what exactly should I do to satisfy you."

"What else can I do?"

"How else can I do it, I have already given my all."

He said: "I have tried my best."

Amid Nite's roar, all the ghosts became silent.

In silence.

Nit raised his head, he looked at everyone's faces.

Or look forward to, or sad, or despair.

He no longer had the strength to say anything cruel to them.

He can only hide his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Sorry."

"I'm really sorry."

"It's me... I'm sorry everyone, it's all my fault."

Shadow Nite appeared behind him again, still asking him with that tired voice: "Have you really tried your best?"

Nit still pressed his face: "I really worked hard."

Shadow Nite: "Then do you still want to become a god?"

Nit put down his hand and turned his head.

He said: "Yes, I still want to be a god, and I want to redeem my mistakes!"

Shadow Nite looked at the kingdom of God: "What's the point of building such a kingdom of God?"

Nit clenched his fists: "I'm different, if I build the Kingdom of God, I will..."

Shadow Nite interrupted him: "Can you really do well, no matter what you do, it's impossible to go back to the past!"

Nit looked at the shadow Nite: "Then what else can I choose?"

"I can only do my best to do what I can."

"At least this time, I will no longer run away, and no longer need others to push me forward, because I know what I want."

Shadow Nite doesn't seem to believe it: "Is it true that you won't escape anymore?"

Nit: "Really."

In the dead silence of the eternal night, there was a sound.

The voice changed, it was no longer Nit's voice, but another person.

"Then, I will give you a chance!"

Nit looked at the shadow: "Really?"

The other party said: "Really."

Nite: "You won't just use me in the end, will you?"

The other party said: "Anyway, it can't be broken anymore, isn't it?"

Nit knelt on the ground, looking up at each other with longing and pleading.

"If, you want to take advantage of me."

"Can you tell me, please tell me in advance."

"What is the price."

On the desolate wilderness of hell, Nite knelt down and begged the other party for mercy with a voice as humble as the dust.

"This time, please don't lie to me again."

"If, if you could."

"No matter how painful the price is, I don't care, I am willing to bear it."

The voice: "No, because I will tell you."

"The abyss of despair lies ahead."

"In other words, you will fall into a future that is more terrifying than the abyss and purgatory."

"But there is one thing you don't have to doubt, you will get what you want."

Nit actually smiled: "Is that so?"

The other party said: "That's it."

The portal to reality opens, and the light shines from the world into the darkness.

Nit stood up and walked towards the light.

Standing at the door, he asked the other party: "Why didn't you lie to me, after all, I didn't even know you lied to me?"

The other party said: "Because I know that even if the front is a place more terrifying than purgatory, you will jump down."

"Since the goal can be achieved so easily, there is no need to cheat."

This is a poor hapless ghost who is so poor that he can't even cheat, because at this moment, even cheating has become superfluous.

Nit took a step forward, tears welling in his eyes.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Thank you...for your mercy."

The other party said that he was going to be pushed into a purgatory that would burn forever, and a future that was more terrifying than the abyss.

He said, this is a kind of mercy.

This is really a bad joke.

Cold to the bone.

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The battle of the kingdom of heaven is in full swing. Two gods have invaded the kingdom of another god, and they have a decisive battle in each other's home court.

However, this battle does not seem to be over in a short while. The invaders are coming fiercely, and the preparations for the opponents are also very sufficient. It seems that the outcome is still undecided.

And in the world.

The battle between the gods continues, and the war on another level is also continuing.

The Kingdom of Good News of the Wingman.

An apostle-level puppet attached to the demon and belonging to the king of **** followed that huge ritual to trace the source, and finally arrived at a city.

He walked along the main road of the city and looked at a large library on the side of the road.

There are mountains of books in this library, and in a hidden room in the deepest part, a quill is constantly copying something.

Obviously.

The king of angels dispersed all his power into the ritual array and divided it into three cores, and this is one of the cores.

Suddenly, the quill stopped, as if sensing something.

However, it was too late, and the devil standing at the door of the library had already made a move.

The opponent raised his hand, and the evil pattern in his palm instantly expanded to more than a hundred meters, and then a strong magic fire gushed out.

The entire library is engulfed, fire and explosions spread across the sky.

"Boom!"

A raging fire broke out in the library, igniting the night sky of the city.

The two rays of light in the library wanted to escape, but a huge altar in the sky pressed down, blocking everything.

The speed of the two rays of light slowed down, and it could be seen that they were a scroll and a quill.

The scroll and quill moved immediately, as if something was copied on it, the shape of the devil was drawn, and the strength and spirituality of the devil were cut off.

Originally, the demon was still at the fourth level of power, but he fell to the third level in the blink of an eye.

However, soon a force gushed out from the depths of the abyss, and terrifying sarcoma grew out of the devil's body one after another.

"What can you do with only one memory?"

The devil puppet turned into a troll form more than a hundred meters away, and reached out to get the scroll.

It started again, and wanted to get the quill.

"Memory got it."

"Now, there is only one left - personality."

But the strand of white velvet on the quill turned into light and broke away from the altar, heading for the distance.

The demon who spoke in Meld's tone immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the ray of light.

But the light was very fast, the incomplete part of the memory escaped from Melder's fingers, and merged into the snowflakes in the sky.

But Melde withdrew his hand and said calmly.

"Just right."

"Follow it, and you will find the master personality."