Chapter 37: I feel uncomfortable. Don’t call me if you take a nap! ...

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There are many embarrassing things in the world.

For example, you realize you forgot your wallet after dinner, or you find you forgot toilet paper when you go to the bathroom. Or you sneak out to rescue someone, but end up confronting the kidnappers.

This second was both extremely long and extremely short. I suddenly quickened my pace and rushed to the top floor, grabbing the Knight Commander's arm.

The skin that my fingertips touched was slightly cold from the blood loss. If I didn't save him, something serious would happen.

"boom--!!"

With a loud bang, a blinding light burst out above my head. The dragon was grabbed by the tail and thrown to the ground, uttering a painful whine.

One of his wings was bent abnormally, and the scales were stained with blood. Neil didn't seem to want to disturb me, and he tried hard to keep his voice down. But from his trembling body, it can be seen that he is no match for the Beast God.

No matter how weak a god is, he is still a god, and is naturally suppressive of lower races.

Obviously, it is too difficult for Long to deal with it alone.

The Beast God sneered. It was a familiar face, but he didn't like it. The power spread through the air, and he looked down at me.

"You may leave your last words now."

The sticky malice irritated the skin like needles, and the two-headed ogres swarmed over, coveting the fresh flesh and blood.

The dragon tried hard to get up, but was grabbed by the tail and thrown away like garbage.

Tall trees snapped. Neil was unwilling to admit defeat and opened his mouth to spit out flames, but someone stepped on his head and he was immediately silenced.

The beast god stared at me, his eyes lingering wantonly and full of disgusting scrutiny.

"It's your turn next. Don't expect anyone to save you. The believers have left with the knights. Even though they can call many people, I will have enough time to kill you all before that."

The red fog became thicker and thicker, and it was pitch dark in the field of vision. The smell of blood filled the nose like a substance. It was extremely disgusting to other creatures, but it was the best stimulant for those two-headed ogres. Heavy breathing could be clearly heard, accompanied by excited roars.

He even planned for the players to leave. If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do.

I sighed and gave a faint smile to the Beast God who was so close to me.

"Do you really think you have a sure win?"

"What's the meaning?"

Black hair replaced the golden hair and fluttered in the air, and the white robe also turned into the color of the night. Even if there was no power, this face alone was enough to cause many things.

【You have successfully switched your appearance. 】

The sudden elevation of my vision made me feel a little uncomfortable, but I could still see the shocked expression on the Beast God’s face.

I guess he must be confused now, which makes me happy. The hunter always thinks he will win, but he doesn't know that he is the real prey.

I didn't use any magic, I just walked up to Him.

Staring into those eyes, I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled slightly, trying my best to imitate the standard expression of the Lord of Darkness.

“Have you really unfolded the Kingdom of God?”

The scarlet pupils that were so close to him suddenly contracted, and it was obvious that he recognized something.

"This face...are you from the Lord of Darkness?"

The Beast God's expression darkened. "I have fulfilled my promise and provided you with a sufficient amount of two-headed ogres and seeds of power. Why are you still trying to stop me?"

I answered calmly, "I'm not trying to stop you. You're hindering my mission. Whether it's the little wolf you possessed or the knight you're drawing blood from, they're all mine."

"Or -"

"You intend to rebel against my Lord?"

The last sentence was spoken in a low and deep voice, full of teasing and indifference, and it reached the other person's ears like a sneer. I raised my head and looked at him, without my eyes shifting.

To the gods, this is undoubtedly offensive.

The Beast God kept silent with a gloomy face, seeming to be very afraid of the Lord of Darkness. And looking at my face, no one could say that I am not a believer of darkness.

This put the other party in a dilemma. He was silent for a while, then said unwillingly: "This Paladin has a seal on his body and happened to be seriously injured. I finally got such good nutrients. This body has atavistic blood. If I give it all to you, how will you compensate me?"

"How can I compensate you?"

I pondered for a moment, then threw the teleportation talisman that the Dark Follower had given me to Him with a nonchalant expression.

"You can go directly to the temple to ask for compensation. I don't care about such trivial matters."

The Beast God held the teleportation talisman in his hand, sensing a faint dark aura on it. He looked at me deeply before accepting it.

"I can give these things back to you, but you have to give me a new body."

"Oh? What kind of body do you want?"

He stared at me closely and smiled crazily when he heard what I said.

"I want God to descend upon me."

After I finished speaking, my head suddenly hurt.

The wolf cub's body fell limply. A crazy laugh sounded in his mind, as if a thousand or ten thousand wild beasts began to roar at the same time, and like a crazy and strange dance, it easily shattered the minds of all listeners.

"The body I want most is you, the body of God. The Lord of Darkness is so generous that he even sent you out as a spy. As long as I completely occupy this body, no one will find out that I have resurrected!"

There is no connection between the inside and outside of God. Even if there is a divine incarnation under the protection of God, it is difficult to seek help from faith in such a situation.

But unfortunately, he met me.

I didn't hide but welcomed him. I opened the door and let him enter my soul. The beast god didn't have any doubts and really rushed in.

The dark sky was heavy and without a single ray of light. The faint sound of water was rippling softly, mixed with the painful wails of the dead souls.

They long to pull the living into the same situation as themselves, no matter if they are human, animal, or god.

This is the kingdom of the dead, the home of the soul.

A small boat floated down the dark river, with gorgeous flowers blooming on both sides. The old wooden paddle gently touched the water, and the boat slid in front of the other party as lightly as a feather.

The being standing at the ferry had a stiff expression and a pale face. The dim light shone on his face, outlining a majestic outline.

Each part of Him is a different beast, inheriting all its virtues.

As cunning as a wolf, as fierce as a lion, and as vicious as a black bear. It has extraordinary combat power, defense and recovery ability, and is difficult to kill no matter what method is used.

But now, He has a frightened expression, which is really interesting.

He stared at me like a frightened bird: "Do you think I'm a fool? The God of Death has fallen. Even if you use your deceptive power to pull me here, I can't believe it. As long as I don't believe it, these are all illusions."

"Well said."

I clapped my hands loudly, my expression full of approval and encouragement.

"Then you can try it."

Endless silk threads appeared in front of him, and the thickest one was connected to the other person.

Half gold and half red, evil yet sacred.

If the other people were connected with silk threads, then the one connected to the Beast God was an iron pipe.

Thick, solid and extremely hard.

The pitch-black sickle slid out from my sleeve, and the sharp blade pointed at the opponent. At the moment I swung the knife, the beast god suddenly jumped back and avoided the attack.

I raised my eyebrows with a half-smile: "Aren't you afraid?"

The Beast God's eyes flickered and he didn't answer my question directly.

He stared at the sickle in my hand, and many things flashed in his eyes.

Fear, greed, desire, and all kinds of emotions are intertwined and mixed into turbid colors.

"The Grim Reaper's Scythe is the same as that artifact... So it was really you... So you're not dead... Why aren't you dead? It's all your fault! If you hadn't raised that brat of the Lord of Light, and that damn mirror, I wouldn't have died! I wouldn't have--"

The sound of a sickle breaking through the air interrupted His words.

This time, I didn't fail.

The sharp blade collided with the lifeline, making a sharp sound of metal rubbing against metal. The beast god showed joy on his face, but before he could say the second word, I swung the second knife expressionlessly.

A long, narrow line of flame burned along the blade, and the cold blue light instantly melted the line.

The river water under the boat shook, and invisible hands tightly grasped the arms and ankles of the beast god, trying to pull him into the water.

The dead cannot linger here.

The dead are reborn here.

Even the gods cannot resist the power of the Styx. One day, the surging river water will wash away all their memories and send them to a new life.

“Let me go! Let me go!!”

"I am the Beast God, destined to bring disaster and command the world!"

"I won't die here!"

The Beast God struggled with all his might, but was unable to stop himself from sliding into the water.

More and more hands stretched out from the water, pulling at Him tightly until He sank completely into the river.

I stood on the small wooden boat, looking calmly into those scarlet eyes, but in fact my heart had already flown away to who knows where.

There is one thing that really concerns me.

There is no doubt that I did not kill the Beast God. Although I gave the Lord of Light the opportunity, I did not give Him any artifacts.

So, what about what the Beast God said?

There are not many death artifacts, and as far as I can remember, I did not participate in the process of killing the Beast God.

Before He was surrounded and suppressed, I had already been sealed in the Kingdom of God.

After much thought, there is probably only one artifact that is lost.

I narrowed my eyes and took a deep note of the Lord of Light in my heart.

You kid, you're the one who stole my cat, right?

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It is no exaggeration to say that I have a lot of artifacts.

Some were distributed to loyal believers, some became weapons from God, and I kept a few of them to use as my own weapons. The artifacts that were distributed had long been damaged in battles and time, and only three were left.

A wooden boat that floats on the three rivers of the underworld all day long, transporting precious souls back and forth.

The Grim Reaper's scythe can cut off the thread of life and send people to death.

And the last one, and the mirror that is responsible for guiding the soul to its home and severing its ties with the past.

The dead souls can see their earthly memories on the other side of the mirror, bid farewell to the past, and be reborn in a new form.

And in the mirror, the cat that I raised in the human world is sealed.

This is the benefit of being related to the gods. Even after death, you can be immortal, or at worst, you can become a divine artifact spirit.

That willful little creature has always been by my side. He was the last artifact I made with my own hands.

But in the final battle, my cat overdrew his strength in order to buy me time, and was completely shattered.

After that, I never left the Kingdom of God, let alone collected the mirror fragments. It turned out that they fell into the hands of the Lord of Light.

He must have restored my artifact for his own use, and used it to kill the Beast God. No wonder this guy died so easily, after all, that mirror also holds the power of death.

A cold light flashed in my eyes, and I temporarily suppressed my anger. The scene in front of me slowly disappeared and turned into a forest again.

The red mist was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the two-headed ogres were melting like mud, and their flesh and blood were like seafood that had been exposed to the sun for several days, emitting a foul odor.

This is the fate of a creature that dies after being nourished by the gods. Giving everything for the gods is not an empty promise.

I switched back to my blond form, freed the Knight Commander from the restraints, wiped the blood off his body, and healed his wounds.

Even in a coma, the Knight Commander still had a frown on his face, revealing a kind of embarrassed handsomeness.

I have to say that the Lord of Light has a good eye. I sighed countless times, and after confirming the Knight Commander's safety, I stood up and walked to the dragon's side.

It had turned back into a baby dragon, its eyes were closed, and it was unclear whether it was alive or dead.

The weak breath seemed to be cut off in the next second. I squatted down, put my hand on his forehead, and injected all the remaining strength into it.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

The power was like a stone thrown into the sea, with no response. I healed his broken bones, broken wings and flesh, and wiped the blood off the scales bit by bit, revealing their bright colors again.

When the power is exhausted, I use the vitality to replace it. After all, the HP can be restored. I didn't even blink, letting my health bar drop rapidly.

The physical reflection was a massive loss of blood and a drop in body temperature. My breathing became increasingly difficult, and everything in front of me gradually blurred, before plunging into a patchy darkness. Finally, a warm stream of air blew out onto the back of my hand.

"I'm alive, you're so noisy."

The flexible tail tip hooked my calf, and I couldn't help but fall down, but I didn't fall to the ground, but instead I fell into a warm space.

The dragon swung his tail and impatiently held me in his arms. He seemed to be a little bigger than before and pressed my head roughly.

"Okay, go to sleep, I'll take you back."