-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Fantasy -> I am a god Text Chapter 427: Dialogue with the Sacred Boat
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- The red-haired demigod slowly walked towards Akmanmon, with a powerful posture and boundless pressure overwhelming him, like a storm engulfing a lone boat in the sea.
The sea of ??red flowers spread to the end of the sky.
In the face of the myth, the originally tall and steady pyramid makes people feel crumbling.
"Ackermanmon."
"The last king of snakes, the descendants of Pence."
"Who tempted you, who is pushing you, who gave you these evil powers and forbidden knowledge that do not belong to you?"
"Is it Xiao?"
"Is it the king of the abyss?"
"Or other gods?"
The god said Akmanmon's name and his identity when he opened his mouth.
But obviously, the gods are more concerned about the existence behind him, wondering if anyone has other thoughts about Su Yinhor.
Akmanmon told the Scarlet Goddess: "No one."
The Scarlet Goddess: "Then why did you create the ghoul?"
Ackerman was suppressed by the power of the gods, and said involuntarily: "I want to be like you, an existence without any constraints."
The Scarlet Goddess frowned: "There are many kinds of power to pursue, but yours is not recognized."
Ackerman: "It is not recognized, but I still want it."
Having said that, it seems that there is nothing to say.
The Scarlet Goddess looked at Akmanmon, and seemed to be vaguely sure that behind Akmanmon was not the evil god of original sin.
After all, the Cthulhu of Original Sin resisted the blow of the giant Ruhe, and even tore down the gate of Original Sin. The Scarlet Goddess did not believe that the other party would wake up so soon.
"It seems that no matter what era it is, there will always be people who will put their desires above everything else."
The Scarlet Goddess looked at the pyramid again, from which all ghouls were born.
"No matter what race, there is a reason to be born in this world. The appearance of life does not ask whether it is good or evil, because every race may be evil to other races."
"This may also be the reason why the Wisdom Crown answers your oath."
"But unfortunately, I cannot allow existences like you to wreak havoc on the land of Suinhor."
"Especially, under the control of someone like you."
"Ackermanmon!"
The gods pronounced Akmanmon's name and gave him the judgment of death.
The voice fell.
The red-haired demigod stood in the sea of ??flowers, lowered his waist and took off a cup of blood mist.
Twisting it in his hand, he blew a breath towards the pyramid.
The petals are falling.
The bloody hurricane runs through the sky and the earth.
In Akemanmen's eyes, the red sea of ??flowers disappeared, and the sky full of stars also disappeared.
The bloody storm swept away, and the entire tomb pyramid was involved together with Akmanmon, and they were going to be crushed together into powder.
But at the moment the storm was formed, another ceremony inside the pyramid was also fully activated.
Layers of light spread out and turned into a layer of light realm.
It's just that the storm didn't stop at all, shrinking and rolling towards the pyramid.
pity.
The pyramid that was cast by countless people, and the ritual array that consumed a huge amount of extraordinary materials and powerful people, are not worth mentioning in front of the real gods at this moment, and cannot withstand the breath of the opponent.
In just a split second, the barrier began to melt.
The pyramids began to shake violently, making the sound of about to collapse.
Ackermanmon appears to be dying.
He activated the power of the entire pyramid, and countless bugs spread down from the pyramid, some as long as tens of meters, and some as small as a grain of rice.
A large number of bugs emitted light and merged with the enchantment of the pyramid,
He has tried his best, but it is useless in front of the power of the gods.
In the end, he could only open his hands to the bloody storm.
"Death is just the beginning."
"Instead of ending."
Immediately afterwards.
The storm swallowed everything, and the ritual barrier was obliterated by violence.
The storm lifted the pyramid layer by layer in the bloody hurricane, and huge boulders flew into the sky.
Akmanmon's Sealed Spirit was destroyed, and the silver worm on the main body of the Sealed Spirit turned into aAckermann thought well, projected his memory (dream of life) out, and then resurrected.
However, there is still a difference between imagination and reality. He does not understand the core of the dream of life and the law of creation, let alone the difference between the dream of life and memory.
Sacred Boat: "Memory projected?"
"The dream of your life is the dream of your life, and it is made up of memories, but not just memories."
"Its mystery and mystery are far beyond your imagination. Reincarnation is not possible just by projecting memory."
"Because the dream of life is born from the will and laws of the Creator, and your thoughts can never override the laws of the Creator."
Having said that, the sacred boat asked him.
"But don't worry, didn't you say you have a purpose?"
"When the goal is achieved, you may be able to be free."
"Just like Barrow."
Ackerman looked at the big ship outside Dreamland: "Then how long do I have to wait?"
The Sacred Boat didn't know either, so it could only answer: "It shouldn't be as long as Barrow!"
In the illusory memory of the dream of life, Akman's shadow fell into a long silence.
His goal was to become a god, even if he gave up everything, he did give up everything for this.
But just giving up everything is not enough.
The trials and hardships of this road far exceed the imagination of ordinary people.
He himself didn't know how long he would have to wait.
The sacred boat was about to leave without hearing his response.
"I'm going to another place, goodbye."
The big ship emitting golden light left this coordinate and went to the next place.
When he comes to see Akmanmon's dream of life next time, he doesn't know when it will be.
The golden light shining in from outside the dream receded.
The cycle of memory started again, and everything around started to move again.
Akmanmon watched the memory start to reincarnate again, and he wanted to experience his gloomy life again.
Turn around.
It was the excited face of the mother, who was still dreaming of Akmanmon's return to power.
But Akmanmon knew that what he saw tomorrow would be a cold corpse.
Ackerman murmured: "It shouldn't be like this."
"It shouldn't be like this."
But as soon as the words fell, he was completely swallowed by the dream.
He once again turned into a character in the plot, following everything in his memory.
Never remember that it was a dream.
He thought that by escaping from the gloomy world and entering the kingdom of the gods, he could get everything he wanted.
He thought he was free, and there was nothing that could kill him and imprison him.
But I didn't expect to be locked in a smaller cage.
In a small bubble.
Until one day, when the magical item Silver Worm becomes a mythical item, it is possible for him to be freed from it.
It's just that no one knows which one of him will become a mythical prop at that time.
His plan succeeded, but it might not be him who succeeded in the end.
Akmanmon got the immortality and immortality he wanted, but it seems that it was not Akmanmon who got the immortality and immortality in the end. </div> - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page