The indigenous people of the primitive tribe, draped in grass skirts, danced mysterious dances and sang strange prayers, while Phil Gray returned to the moment of his death in his previous life.
This time, however, he was alone, without bodyguards or folklorists.
Compared to his initial bewilderment, he now listened calmly to the indigenous people's prayers.
The Flesh and Blood Rulers sacrificed themselves to Eris Ned, the red-eyed giant spider.
Why does this primitive tribe on Earth worship the gods of the Abyss? Could Earth also be facing a threat from the gods of the Abyss?
Phil Gray's thoughts were very scattered until the fog grew thicker and thicker, enveloping him.
There was no one left on the altar; the natives had vanished completely.
He walked slowly toward the altar, the fear sealed away by the god of fate gradually returning.
His heart was pounding loudly, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
This is the fear that a human feels when facing an evil god. As long as he has not become a god, he cannot suppress this instinct.
A crackling sound came from the mist, and countless pairs of blood-red eyes opened. He saw the outline of an enormous spider, with countless eyes on each of its legs.
Each eye was fixed intently on its prey.
"Haha, has the crucial moment arrived? Hmm... let me experience your emotions and feelings firsthand..."
Just then, Phil Gray shuddered, and all his fear and dread vanished. It seemed the Holy Spirit had transferred those feelings away, so this was how it judged and scored.
The Holy Spirit experiencing it firsthand... He smiled, "That's wonderful!"
It should be noted that although the God of Fate restored most of his memories from his past life, the memories of the moment of his death and his feelings at that time were still sealed away. Perhaps it was because even he could not bear it now, so he did not know how he died, whether he was strangled by Eris's spider silk or was eaten by Him directly.
Perhaps this time we can find out without suffering any pain?
Phil Gray continued to approach the giant spider with firm steps, without the slightest fear, as the evil god's appearance became clearer and clearer.
It feels so good to face death without any fear.
He curled his lips into a smile. Finally, the lurking hunter could no longer restrain himself. Countless spider silks suddenly wrapped around his entire body. The silk threads, barely visible to the naked eye, slowly embedded themselves into his body, as if trying to grind it into minced meat.
But its prey showed no fear, only watching with interest as the giant spider drew closer.
Wrapped up like a mummy, the body was lifted into the air and brought before the giant spider. The eyes that had been straining to peek out finally saw the giant spider's flesh and blood beneath the thick fog.
Countless eyes met his gaze directly...
With a "snap"—
He seemed to hear the sound of a mirror shattering, and everything around him disappeared.
Once again, I returned to the mirror world, a world filled with darkness.
His soul trembled slightly, a lingering fear; it seemed the Holy Spirit had returned his emotions to him.
I wonder if it is satisfied with this feeling of death?
"The Holy Spirit of the Mirror of Life and Death?"
Phil Gray tried calling out, and after a long while, he heard a weak voice: "Outrageous! How did you die? This fear is making me a little scared to death. Help, no, by the God of Death, my spirit is a little unstable."
Phil Gray silently thanked the god of fate. It was thanks to His thoughtfulness in sealing away his memories and feelings at the time of his death. Otherwise, if even the Holy Spirit of the Deathly Hallows did this, wouldn't he have collapsed?
"Wait, you're already dead?"
A sticky, jelly-like mass suddenly stuck to his face, emitting a faint silvery glow.
It is the Holy Spirit of the Mirror of Life and Death!
Phil Gray realized that the jelly was the Holy Spirit. He used both hands to pull the jelly away from his cheeks and saw the true face of the Holy Spirit.
It looked like a face covered on a silver, transparent jelly; it was so ugly that he couldn't help but frown.
My little Tian is still the cutest!
"Such a terrifying death, yet, why are you still alive!" Jelly jumped up and down, slipped out of his hand, and tried to get closer to his face to examine it.
“I don’t know either, I’ve forgotten what happened.” Phil Gray shrugged. “Or you could let me enter the illusion again. You pulled away too quickly just now, I didn’t even see how I died. Maybe there’s a scene where I come back to life?”
Jelly shuddered violently and quickly distanced herself from him: "No! If I hadn't pulled away quickly, my spirit would have been annihilated by extreme fear!"
The face on the jelly showed a relieved expression, its round eyes widened, and the darkness around Phil Gray dissipated, his soul slowly exiting the world in the mirror.
...
"Yawn, so boring."
"Yes, it would be great if we could see what's happening in the Mirror of Life and Death."
The believers stared at the six candidates' motionless bodies and said rather tediously.
So much time has passed, and the six candidates haven't made a move at all. The Mirror of Life and Death is still flying in the air, without the slightest ripple.
Just then, the mirror suddenly made a cracking sound, as if the mirror had been shattered!
The sound startled everyone.
Elder Sid stood up abruptly. He reached out towards the Mirror of Life and Death, and the divine power of death touched the Mirror of Life and Death, instantly sensing the Holy Spirit's condition.
"fear……"
He seemed to be deep in thought.
A moment later, a black soul flew out of the Mirror of Life and Death, and Phil Gray opened his eyes.
Is it over?
He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his soul return to his body.
"Sit here and wait for them." The archbishop had a chair brought over and placed it next to the seats of the elders.
"OK, thanks."
Phil Gray looked at the other five men, whose bodies stood there motionless, without any reaction.
Was I the first one to come out?
Shouldn't he be thinking about how to seize the papacy if he fails the selection?
In any case, in order to fulfill this prophecy, he must become the Pope of the Church of the Dead!
"What are you thinking about?"
The archbishop sat down beside him and asked with a smile.
The archbishop had a kind face, a small mustache, and looked to be around fifty years old. Although his eyes were a bit small, they shone with wisdom.
He was somewhat different from the other members of the Death Clan; he didn't seem to possess their heavy, deathly aura.
"Nothing, just thinking about when they'll come out."
"Based on past experience, the more profound the experience of death, the longer one stays in the world reflected in the mirror," the archbishop said meaningfully.
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