MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 161

"Li Si-jun!"

"Li Sijun—"

Chi Yiyin's voice spread far and wide in the empty and decaying city, echoing for a long time.

But there was no response.

The sea of ​​blood roared into the sky, and there was even the sound of glass shattering.

The glass curtain wall of the building has not been maintained for a long time, and it cannot bear the heavy pressure of the turbulence.

Fine cracks quickly appeared in the glass layer, and then began to spread to the entire building.

finally-

"Crack...crack—!"

A loud bang resounded throughout the steeple.

Even Chi Yiyin and the others could clearly feel the shock transmitted to their feet.

What's more terrible is that the spiral stairs that several people originally ran up also lost the load-bearing that was originally at the balance critical value due to the change of the building structure.

The narrow staircase, which had already rusted to death and was extremely fragile, finally broke from the middle after making a harsh sound, and broke into two pieces.

Broken stones and broken steel fell down one after another.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Jingcha quickly stopped the two of them behind her.

The giant skeleton rabbit came from behind, bent down, and protected several people in its arms with its huge height, even though the heavy objects falling from the top of its head slammed on its head, it remained motionless.

The giant rabbit was smashed to pieces, staggered to the side, and fell down the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, there was a new rabbit on top of the fearless, ugly and ferocious skeleton that firmly protected everyone from any harm.

When the loud noise gradually stopped and the shaking of the remaining stairs under their feet stopped, several people looked up and found that the stairs had become a dead end.

The door leading to the top of the minaret was still open at a high place, but the missing stairs in the middle made it impossible for them to rush up and return the same way.

Chi Yiyin lowered his head and looked down. At the bottom of the spiral staircase, bright red blood had already seeped from the crack of the door and the edge of the wall, which was extremely dazzling in the gray and white monotonous space.

Even the door blocked by the giant skeleton rabbit was banging. The giant rabbit struggled to support it until it trembled, and it might be knocked open at any time.

The situation is urgent, but neither the front nor the back can pass.

They are trapped here to death.

Jingcha licked his lips, and made a cruel decision: "I will use rabbits to build a ladder to take you to the top gate in a while. Your brains are easy to use. After you get out, you will definitely be able to come up with a solution. Leave immediately Do you know here?"

Just as Hongniao was about to nod habitually, she suddenly realized that Jingcha hadn't mentioned himself at all.

"how about you?"

He asked anxiously, "Aren't you going to go together?"

Jingcha sneered, he seemed to dislike Red Bird for being ignorant of combat, but after making a decision, he unexpectedly calmed down, and there was nothing to fear anymore.

"Are you stupid? If I don't stay here, what will these stupid cubs do?"

He chuckled: "Rabbit, it's my power. I am the master of the power. Because the power benefits, naturally I have to bear the price of using it."

Jingcha pushed the red bird: "Let's go, time is running out."

The door has been constantly being hit, even revealing a gap, allowing more and more blood to rush in, flooding the bottom of the stairs.

The corpses were squeezed behind the door, trying to get in through the gap. The rotting arms had already stretched out and grabbed the giant skeleton rabbit that was behind the door. They tore the rabbit mercilessly, dismantling the huge skeleton to pieces. .

Red Bird couldn't accept such a situation for a while, but Chi Yiyin had already looked down at the bottom of the stairwell, thoughtful.

"Time is really running out."

Chi Yiyin whispered: "We have to speed up."

"Brother Chi!"

Red Bird looked at Chi Yiyin in astonishment, heartbroken: "We can't just leave Beijing Tea behind!"

Instead, Jingcha patted Red Bird on the head. The person who has always been in charge of fighting among his companions seemed calmer than the "brain" at this moment.

However, Chi Yiyin glanced at the two of them inexplicably: "Who said you're going to throw away Beijing Tea?"

Red Bird: "!"

Jingcha: "...?"

Chi Yiyin turned to look at the little monster hovering beside him, pointed to the bottom floor and asked it: "Are your snacks down here? A lot?"

The little monster nodded obediently.

He asked again: "If I take you to find snacks, can you finish all the snacks?"

He glanced at the little monster's belly.

Even though it had devoured as many ghosts earlier, the little monster still looked overly malnourished, its abdomen didn't even have a slight ups and downs, as if it hadn't eaten at all.

It's like a stomach with a black hole.

Chi Yiyin remembered the number of corpses that Jingcha had mentioned.

If the little monster really had a black hole stomach... that would be great.

The little monster did not disappoint Chi Yiyin's expectations. After he asked, his big eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded crazily for fear that Chi Yiyin would regret it.

Chi Yiyin smiled: "Okay."

He turned to look at Jingcha, who was still puzzled, and wrote lightly: "Then I'll trouble you to smash the floor open."

Jingcha: "???"

"Are you crazy!"

He glanced in astonishment at the bottom of the stairwell, which was already covered with a light layer of blood, and pointed to the rabbit struggling to hold on to the door to Chi Yiyin: "It's too late to block the door, and you actually said you're going to take the initiative to open it? "

"Are you courting death!?"

Chi Yiyin smiled: "Who said that going down must be a dead end? Since there is no way to go up, of course we have to change direction in time."

"Those corpses obviously came towards us, otherwise they wouldn't have climbed to a height of several hundred meters in a short period of time."

Even, it is very likely that Chi Yan is playing tricks behind his back, and the arrangement has been made before he knows it.

It was up to him to deal with the corpses that appeared with the Golden Temple, while Chi Yan benefited and took this opportunity to go to the Golden Temple.

Chi Yiyin's eyes flickered, but she didn't tell the two of her guesses.

Although it was a guess, based on what he knew about Chi Yan, she had the character to do such a thing.

"No other place was flooded with blood, but this place was the only one that suffered. If so, then the floor we were on just now was the place that attracted most of the firepower. Except there..."

Chi Yiyin smiled slightly: "Even in the same building, other floors are far safer than there."

"As long as that door is blocked, the most dangerous power will be locked inside. Other floors will be beneficial to us."

He patted the top of Jingcha's hair: "Even if I sacrificed you, Red Bird and I went to the top of the building, then what? Running up is just to delay the time of death, but it can't really escape death. Instead of wasting time, spread your strength , it’s better to save your life and do other really useful things.”

Jingcha looked at Chi Yiyin with a complicated expression, then nodded: "I believe in you."

"Anyway... No matter how bad it is, we will die together."

He sneered, grabbed the red bird with one hand, and raised his chin to Chi Yiyin: "Are you ready to jump?"

There was a hearty smile on Jingcha's lips: "Climbing up is very slow, but going down is extremely fast."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already jumped off with the red bird.

Red Bird: "..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Ancestor! I step on a horse#**&%!!"

Amidst the heart-piercing screams of the red bird echoing, Chi Yiyin smiled with his lips curled up, and then waved to the little monster, motioning for it to take him down.

Compared with Beijing Tea, it is much gentler to wait wholeheartedly for the little monster from Chi Yiyin to feed him snacks.

It carefully hooked Chi Yiyin's arm with the tip of its claws, and then quickly flew down with him.

In the empty stairwell, the gust of wind howled in Chi Yiyin's ears, and the wind blowing from below carried a **** smell, which made him unable to open his eyes, and his silver-gray hair dazzled his vision.

But when passing by the door blocked by the giant rabbit desperately, Chi Yiyin still saw that the corpse with its head barely protruding from the gap, the moment he saw him, his face was already stiff and rotten , still showing a look of astonishment.

Immediately, the corpse actually laughed.

Unlike its original expression, it has more of Chi Yan's charm.

Chi Yiyin also smiled.

It seems that Chi Yan is still as meticulous as he thinks, even if she leaves, she still does not give up monitoring here.

And those corpses will attack here in unison, it really is Chi Yan's handwriting.

After stabbing the hornet's nest, let him face the hornet, but Chi Yan went to pick honey alone?

"That's not okay, Chi Yan..."

Chi Yiyin murmured with a low smile: "How can I let you succeed?"

"I've always disliked anyone lying on top of me to take advantage of the wind... What you took away, you can return double."

His voice was scattered in the air, covered by the screams and screams of countless corpses, and no one could hear it anymore.

And Jingcha, which has assumed the function of smashing the wall, is also ready.

The straight falling space in the spiral stairwell has instead become Jingcha's run-up track, allowing him to quickly accumulate powerful strength and point straight to the bottom floor.

His speed was astonishingly fast, and when he passed by, it even seemed to cut through the air, and there was a sharp explosive sound.

Closer, closer.

Already covered in blood is the floor, close at hand.

Jingcha's hair was blown upwards by the strong wind, revealing that exquisite face. Instead of being afraid, he was soared with adrenaline, and his excitement was beyond measure.

Amid Red Bird's terrified screams, Jingcha just wanted to laugh out loud.

What could be more enjoyable than being a companion with a madman?

Faster speed, more powerful blows, and fighting methods without any restrictions.

For Jingcha, it was like breaking free from all the shackles of rationality, purely the pleasure of striving for strength.

His eyes were astonishingly bright, and amidst his hearty laughter, the power he had accumulated for a long time finally revealed its power.

"boom-!"

Jingcha is like a shooting star, rushing towards the floor quickly, smashing the thick reinforced concrete to pieces.

In front of him, the originally solid floor was as thin as paper, and the huge hole was broken through effortlessly.

Dust scattered.

Blood flowed down the big hole in the floor, and the space that was originally blocked under the floor finally appeared in front of everyone.

Just below the original command hall, there is another vast space in the minaret building.

But unlike the remaining traces of work in the command hall, this place is more like a place where people once lived, with traces of firewood, rice, oil and salt remaining, and...

The legacy of death.

Although it has been covered with thick dust and wet with blood and turned into a puddle of mud, it can still be vaguely seen that the boxes placed one by one below are square in size.

It is the final destination of all life journeys.

Carrying the remaining weight of life, a handful of dust will bury the memories of a lifetime and all the memories of relatives and friends.

And near the corner of the wall, there are still a lot of miscellaneous things. There are daily necessities, some discarded tents, and some bulging bags. I don’t know what is inside.

Chi Yiyin only had time to glance at the dim new space before being rushed into that floor by the little monster impatiently.

Even because the little monster was too anxious, when he put Chi Yiyin down, he didn't even grasp the strength well, which almost made Chi Yiyin stagger.

It was still Jingcha who arrived one step ahead, and instinctively sensed that the voice and speed behind him were not right, and before he turned around to confirm, he raised his hand and accurately supported Chi Yiyin.

Chi Yiyin thanked Jingcha, and when she turned around, there was no sign of the little monster behind her.

It is like a prisoner who has been starved for hundreds of years and is free for the first time. It runs around in the empty and vast floor like a carnival, whining and screaming in the dark, like a dog barking or a ghost crying.

Hearing that Chi Yiyin was momentarily stunned, then he couldn't laugh or cry.

The donkeys pulling the mill are all hung in front with carrots, but they don't really give them.

It's good on his side, he has already given out the reward before the little monster can really finish the job.

— though not by his will.

But thinking about it this way, he can really be regarded as one of the top ten bosses.

"here…"

At this time, the red bird, which screamed with sparks all the way, finally rested on its legs after landing, and began to slowly look around.

When Red Bird finally saw the layout here, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

This minaret was originally a landmark building in the city, and it assumed the functions of conferences, tourism and exhibitions. Therefore, each floor left a transparent and wide space, which was originally intended to facilitate the refurbishment of exhibitions and facilitate tourists to visit.

But now, this entire floor has been divided into different areas.

The place where Chi Yiyin and the others were standing was directly under the floor where Jingcha smashed open the floor. The ground under their feet was filled with urns horizontally and vertically, spreading not far away.

Farther away, there is another area with a completely different style.

Different from the solemn and dead silence in the area of ​​the urn, there are more traces of life on the other side.

The tents are closely connected, pots, pans and pans are scattered, and there is even a clothesline between the two tents. There are clothes that have not been put away in time, and there are still clothes in the basin outside the tent door. eat.

Children's toys, books, people's clothing, food, even weapons...

The breath of life is strong.

It even seemed that the people living in these tents just went out for a walk and would come back soon.

The clothes were taken home, the food was served in front of the family, and the people in several tents gathered together to eat and chat around the stove.

Everything still seems alive.

This place is like a primitive jungle in a steel city, abandoning the common sense of modern life and returning to the group life of primitive tribes at an altitude of hundreds of meters.

People watch and help each other, rely on each other, and barter for things.

In a place once full of high-tech cutting-edge equipment, instead, the sun and rain are used to supply the daily life by growing fields and vegetables behind the glass curtain wall.

Thousands of years of traditional craftsmanship once again played a role in the most critical moment, providing people with enough food to sustain life.

Just looking at such a scene is enough for Chi Yiyin to imagine how the people who left traces here, how they continued to live optimistically and tenaciously in the midst of enough despairing destruction, trying hard to live in the dark, Feel for a way to the light.

The tenacious vitality is moving.

Chi Yiyin stood quietly on the spot and looked into the distance. After a while, he took his gaze back and looked at his side again.

Contrary to the living area, it is the sadness and heaviness carried by the urns everywhere.

Due to the long period of time and no care, some urns have been damaged, the boxes are cracked, and the ashes are scattered all over the ground, merging with the dust.

And it was precisely because of this that Chi Yiyin sharply saw some different colors pressed under the broken urn.

He walked around the dense urn lightly, being careful not to touch any other urns, then bent down, and gently pulled out the thing that was pressed under the damaged box.

It was a letter.

The handwriting on it has long been blurred, but it can still be seen that this is a longing for someone, a word sent from the world of the living to the soul of the dead.

The letters were wet and dry with tears, leaving little marks.

What is recorded on it is a certain daughter's love and longing for her mother, as well as her hopelessness for this long life.

Chi Yiyin lowered her eyes, flipped through the letter quickly, and understood why this floor showed such a strong breath of life.

When destruction comes, people lose not only water and food, but also not only the changing celestial phenomena.

What they have to face is the revenge from the earth.

The land that originally gave birth to life and planted and grown plants will not only fail to feed people after the era of destruction, but will kill people instead.

All the plants grown from the earth cause people to get sick.

The water source cannot be drunk directly, but it is like poisoned wine, which will kill people. Even if it takes a lot of time to filter, it cannot be removed. It can only reduce the toxicity and delay the cycle of people's death.

Even when the destruction spreads, even standing on the ground will die from being infected with the miasma emerging from the ground.

In desperation, in order to avoid the death from the earth and the backlash of the ghosts, the remaining people can only hug tightly for survival, and move to high places, as far away from the earth as possible.

The human gathering place in the minaret was formed because of this.

but…

In the letter written by the daughter to the dead mother, the bright future she was looking forward to with tears in her eyes did not come.

Even this daughter, and the entire settlement, had all died and been destroyed in time long ago.

In the seventh year of destruction, the world returns to dead silence.

Everything cleared.

Chi Yiyin looked at the letter, but she often sighed in her heart.

Looking at the past from the perspective of future generations, and rereading the expectations of the people in the past when the tragedy has been clearly destroyed, made his heart feel extremely heavy.

It is obviously only a thin piece of paper, but it is heavier than a thousand ounces.

Chi Yiyin carefully refolded the letter, and put it back under the broken urn with respect.

And it was precisely because of the change in perspective that Chi Yiyin could clearly see around the other urns, and there were also many fragmented objects and letters placed around them.

These items look like someone's personal items during life, and they were also "buried" here after death.

Although the great changes in the world have caused people to lose their normal lives, they still use their wisdom to make their lives continue.

The living and the dead share the same space, at an altitude of hundreds of meters, looking forward to tomorrow's arrival again.

only…

For people who used to live here, this is a good way to deal with it.

But for Chi Yiyin and others, it is a potential crisis.

And, he finally understood why the little monster kept drooling at this layer.

— Revenant.

It seems that these urns, which were not actually buried, have ghosts around them.

Not only that, the large gathering of deaths also caused other dead souls to slowly move closer here, forming a huge scale.

Although the ghost hadn't appeared yet, and they didn't attack like Chi Yiyin and the others when they fell into the abyss just now, but Chi Yiyin still became serious after realizing this.

He motioned to Jing Cha to pay attention to the urns under his feet.

It's possible... before they were aware of it and couldn't see the ghosts, those ghosts had already ambushed around them.

Jingcha received the reminder, nodded solemnly, and looked around with more vigilance.

And more and more blood was flowing down the floor, which even attracted Chi Yiyin's attention.

He looked up and found that the volume and flow rate of the blood was much faster than what he saw just now.

It seems that the previously blocked command hall was gradually knocked open by those corpses and began to loosen, allowing the sea of ​​blood that flooded the command hall to flow over more quickly.

"little monster."

Chi Yiyin immediately called the little monster that rushed out excitedly, called it to his side, pointed to the group of urns outside and asked it: "Is your snack here?"

Even though these urns once had their own lives and names, and there were people who cared about them, for Chi Yiyin at this time, the dead who became ghosts and had offensive power were already enemies.

Useless kindness and care for the enemy is irresponsible for the companions.

Chi Yiyin has not forgotten that what is revealed in the abyss is only an established future.

If he and other players cannot pass the test of the game field, become gods, and rewrite the future, then the owners of these urns... will really die in the future in reality.

But now, for the owner of the urn, these are just a nightmare that hasn't happened yet.

Chi Yiyin's seriousness startled the little monster, it hesitated for a moment, but slowly shook its head.

Instead, he turned and pointed to the living area not far away.

To it, the tents are like blind boxes full of candy, and it does not know what kind of surprises are waiting for it to open.

Chi Yiyin was taken aback for a moment, then quickly walked towards the tents, and mercilessly opened the half-closed "doors" of the tents.

Then he sees...

The corpse that had been reduced to dry bones was sitting in the tent, looking at him silently.

Not only in a certain tent, but Chi Yiyin checked several of them one after another. The corpses were either sitting or lying in them, as if they were still maintaining their posture before death, but they were quietly watching the visitors in secret.

If it wasn't for the little monster, Chi Yiyin wouldn't even be able to find that there were still corpses here.

He was startled, and then made a decisive decision: "Eat them!"

Chi Yiyin immediately looked up at the little monster, waved his long arm, and pointed at the entire living area: "No matter how many ghosts there are here, immediately! Get rid of it as soon as possible!"

The little monster might hesitate or resist other instructions, but he couldn't wait for such a good thing as eating snacks.

Before Chi Yiyin's voice fell, it had already rushed over.

The little monster's speed even caused a strong wind, blowing and knocking down every passing tent, revealing its original appearance.

One after another, corpses appeared in Chi Yiyin's field of vision, and when the little monster passed by, they quickly annihilated from dry bones to dust, like the only loose sand left after losing the soul, collapsed and scattered on the spot, blown away by the wind.

Seeing this, Jingcha immediately obeyed Chi Yiyin's command, followed in the footsteps of the little monster, and helped it clean up the "snacks".

The mountain of corpses quickly piled up by Jingcha made the little monster speed up greatly, cleaning up all the "food" like a storm.

In less than a minute, the figure of the little monster had already appeared at the end of the hall, and there was almost nothing left after eating all the way.

And the gathering place of survivors, which still had a strong breath of life just now, and even made the witnesses feel sad, was completely destroyed, leaving only mess and ashes all over the place.

Seeing this, Chi Yiyin smiled and looked up at the big hole above his head.

A pair of eyes just appeared on the edge of the big hole, staring at Chi Yiyin resentfully, as if complaining that he ruined his plan.

Those empty and cloudy eyes were clearly the eyes of the dead who had no vitality.

Not only was Chi Yiyin not afraid, but he raised his voice and asked the little monster, "Are there any leftover snacks on this floor? Do you want more?"

Hearing this, the little monster, who was still looking contented just now, immediately tensed up again from his slack attitude because he ate the carrot in front of the donkey.

It returned to Chi Yiyin excitedly, and the moment it raised its head, it was about to drool from its mouth.

Chi Yiyin patted the little monster on the back and pushed it upwards: "You can eat as much as you can, you're welcome."

He smiled and said: "The buffet, of course, should be eaten open. But you have to remember—you must be careful as soon as possible, and the food that does not enter your stomach may be snatched by others."

Hearing these words, the little monster suddenly became more aware of the crisis, and rushed through the big hole faster than before, rushing towards the command hall that was gradually falling.

Wherever it flew over, all the corpses and blood were turned into dust and fell, and ghosts became its rations.

Sharp roars continued to sound, it seemed that the ghost had also discovered the existence of the little monster, trying to warn the other corpses, and also tried to escape.

But all resistance was ruthlessly suppressed by the little monster, the predator.

It is like a ruthless cooking machine, with one big mouth, several ghosts are swallowed up.

And in the command hall, a large enough number of ghosts had already gathered.

When the little monster rushed back into the command hall again, it was like an orange cat stuck in a bag of cat food. It was so happy that it gnawed left and right, enjoying itself.

Chi Yiyin had a panoramic view of this situation, and curled his lips, not surprised.

In fact, this is exactly what Chi Yi's music has seen.

— Catch a turtle in an urn.

Ghosts have no fixed form and cannot be touched. For Chi Yiyin and others, they are indeed difficult to deal with.

Even if Jingcha, the most powerful among them, rushes into the group of ghosts with all the preparations, what he will face is only the end of death.

Jingcha has directly or indirectly killed too many players and NPCs.

For twelve years, in order to survive in a place like the playground, even if Jingcha didn't do it voluntarily, his hands were already stained with blood.

But in the abyss, the killing is backfired.

The longer the time in the game field, the older players who are familiar with the rules will face more terrifying dangers.

Similarly, the more powerful the player is, the more extensive the death will be, and he will be restrained to the maximum extent.

This is almost the malice of the dungeon, deliberately destroying the most powerful part of the players, leaving only the "brains" who cannot protect themselves.

Chi Yiyin still doesn't know the purpose of the game field, but he is very clear about what the game field wants to do, and it is right to fight against it.

After all, the game field has never been kind.

That being the case, Chi Yiyin would never really let Jingcha face such a terrifying danger alone.

When all players were suppressed to the maximum, the little monster became Chi Yiyin's best choice.

Not only was he bought to be a personal bodyguard for several people, but he could also become the most powerful tool in the counterattack field.

Since the little monster comes from the game field, let the game field have a headache.

Use his spear to attack his shield.

The command hall is Chi Yiyin's counterattack prepared for the game field and Chi Yan.

Chi Yan wanted to leave the "hornet's nest" to him, and use him to consume the price of blowing up the golden temple.

He also took all the bills and then—returned them all.

Those corpses that rushed to the command hall to kill Chi Yiyin were instead locked there by him, and then turned into cat food bags, feeding the little monsters at once, clearing the obstacles.

next...

Chi Yiyin turned around slowly, looking at the sea of ​​blood surging outside the glass curtain wall with heavy eyes.

He must go to the Golden Temple.

Since the entire underground city is the epitome of destroying the future, just like the compression of time and space in Tangjia City, all possibilities are placed here, it is almost like the cemetery of the "future", burying everything after the destruction possible.

The golden temple is the gravekeeper.

Chi Yiyin remembered that Li Sijun once told him about the meaning of existence of the temple in the golden temple of the false memory world.

The clergy under the banner of the gods, in the name of holiness, commit death.

The gold was stained with blood, and the corpses were buried under the idols.

Just like the world in front of Chi Yiyin at this moment.

For this tomb buried deep underground, the only possibility to change and leave is in the Golden Temple.

It is, in the entire city of death, the only territory that does not belong to death.

The gods...here.

"The temple?"

When Jingcha heard Chi Yiyin's words, she couldn't help being astonished.

He turned his head frequently, and couldn't help but gesture the distance from the temple to the building back and forth, wanting to confirm whether Chi Yiyin was serious.

"Although the big pit just now is within your field of vision, it looks very close, but if you really want to walk, it doesn't necessarily need hundreds of kilometers. Besides, there are blood seas and corpses outside..."

Jingcha gave the answer coldly but rationally: "Don't think about it, just give up, even if you were not torn apart by the corpse when you swam over, you would have drowned and died in it."

"Have you ever seen anyone cross the ocean?"

Jingcha's question has not been answered for a long time.

He looked at Chi Yiyin in doubt, but saw that the other party was staring directly behind him.

That is the direction of the sea of ​​blood, and the golden temple that appeared briefly is also buried.

"Man cannot cross the ocean, that is impossible. But."

Chi Yiyin's gaze fell on a certain point, and a smile gradually appeared in those blue eyes.

"God can."

In the past, the prophet waved his hands to part the ocean, and used the power given by the gods to show people the power of the gods. It was finally written into the scriptures, regarded as miracles, and passed down for a long time.

Chi Yiyin does not reject the remarks of ghosts and gods, but he has never believed in the existence of gods, let alone pin his hopes on the so-called gods who are illusory.

In his opinion, instead of believing in a **** who doesn't know where, and praying every day without using your own brain or thinking, it is better to abandon the gods, put all your time and energy on your own hopes, and rely on your own efforts to achieve them. .

— He used to be so convinced.

Until the gods divided the ocean, causing the sea of ​​blood to surge and roar, and the dark underground city reappeared with the sun's rays.

And the gods appear in front of the believers.

Chi Yiyin saw that in the sea of ​​blood behind the glass curtain wall, the original calm was gone, and the roaring waves quickly separated to both sides, dividing a straight passage.

And the huge pit that was originally covered by the sea of ​​blood also reappeared in front of Chi Yiyin's eyes.

Together with the shining golden temple.

At the moment when the temple reappeared, the light pierced the darkness, driving away all the deaths in the abyss, leaving only one road, which stretched from the front of the temple to Chi Yiyin's feet.

The heavy door was slowly pushed open.

A tall figure appeared behind the golden door, looking deeply into Chi Yiyin's eyes from the distant abyss.

The figure shrank into an inch and came across the sea.

He walked on the water as he walked on the earth.

All the dead souls under His feet dived deeper in fear, guilty of their sins in this life, and did not dare to accept the judgment.

Not even the **** ocean of death can stain His light in the slightest.

There is only one person, without the slightest fear, looking directly at the gods.

He stood at the end of this long road, quietly waiting for the gods to come to him.

Just like the name of the **** he called.

The golden light gradually covered the entire underground city, and the gods slowly stretched out their hands to the believers waiting at the end of the road.

—I will come to you, just as you have walked through death, come to me without fear, and follow me.

You've come a long way, the rest of the way, you don't have to go.

Let me follow you.

"Voice."

The gods call on his believers to take out the hope of life from the abyss of death with their own hands.

"I am invited."

"Take you home."