I Am God!

Deep in the dream world.

The dark kingdom of hell, the towering throne of God.

A skinny dwarf sitting on the throne looked back, his expression full of fear and horror; the huge mythical shadow looked down with unwilling persistence.

But if you look closely, you will see that the shadow is attached to the skinny dwarf's body. Everything seems illusory, even the unwillingness and hatred.

The skinny dwarf is real and full of emotions, but his power comes from that illusory shadow, and all his stature and power are like castles in the air.

Napleo looked at the other party, and his hands on the armrest suddenly started to tremble.

His eye sockets opened further and his mouth kept widening.

"God in a bottle."

"Why are you still here? Haven't you already turned into me?"

"How could you still show up?"

The shadow of the ancient evil god seemed not to be heard, but lowered his head further and looked at him.

Then, he repeated the previous words again.

"You promised me, have you completed it?"

"Naproses!"

"Did you kill the traitor Xiao?"

resemble.

When Napleo heard the name, he was suddenly in a trance.

He seemed to remember something.

He vaguely saw a world with endless black rain, and saw a tall and capable man sitting in front of a long white table.

He sat alone on the long table with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, but if you look closely, you will find that his fingers are tapping on the table, and he seems to be observing everything around him all the time.

Napleo felt that the other party was very familiar, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember who the other party was.

Napleo stood up, stepped forward little by little, raised his head high and looked at the other party.

"Who is Xiao?"

"who are you?"

"Who am I?"

"Why am I here?"

"Where is the world I saw? Is it outside Luo Ya'an?"

He questioned the other party, wanting to know the truth of everything.

"What did I promise you?"

"I don't remember, I don't remember anything."

The shadow of the ancient evil god understood something.

The answer seems to be, no.

The shadow straightened up little by little, and turned into the outline of a dark god holding the sky and the earth again.

Immediately afterwards, His figure began to disappear from the height little by little.

"It's all because of Xiao."

"I am the god of knowledge, and I am the master of the door of truth."

"I am the original myth."

"I should be the one who follows the Creator across eras."

"Xiao, I gave you strength, I gave you everything..."

The shadow kept talking. He seemed to want to shout these words in the most malicious tone, but in the end they turned into cold whispers.

Until the end, it ends with two bytes.

"Traitor~"

Napleo watched the shadow disappear, and suddenly felt a sharp pain pouring into his body.

He lowered his head and saw that the power of myth from his body was constantly dissipating, and the curse seal in his body was also stripped away, turning into billowing smoke and going away.

"What?"

"How is this going?"

He stretched out his hands frantically, trying to keep them, but he could only watch the power turn into thick smoke, passing by his fingertips and dissipating.

Finally, merge into this hellish country.

Napleo felt that his physical strength and authority were being continuously stripped away.

Napulo's divine name, its authority, its innate gifts.

Everything was taken away in an instant.

Or take it back.

"my power."

"My authority, my divine power."

He felt as if a sharp blade was cutting through his body. He knelt on the ground in pain and let out a sharp cry.

Only then did Napleo realize that those things were not something he was born with, but something he had obtained in advance as a price.

In order to truly become a god, he had to do certain things.

Otherwise, everything he gained will be lost at this moment.

Napleo was in pain and knelt on the throne. He looked into the distance while holding the throne, and stretched out a hand.

"God in a bottle, tell me."

"What did I promise you?"

"Kill Xiao?"

"Who is Xiao?"

He growled loudly in pain and hissed at the other person.

"Tell me, tell me everything!"

"If you don't tell me, how can I know what's going on?"

But no matter how much he shouted, he could not restore the authority and power that had been taken back, as well as the shadow of the myth that had gone away.

He could only watch everything about him dissipate, slowly and completely turning into a transparent soul body, a death lord dressed in black.

He seems to still be strong, but he has lost everything.

He established the Kingdom of Hell, but he is not the real master of the Kingdom at this moment, and he has become a prisoner in this cage.

And the prisoner like him is different from the villain in the bottle.

At least, the little man in the bottle can't get out, but he can at least take a look outside.

And it was impossible for him to even look outside.

Only by killing Xiao can he regain everything. However, it is impossible in this world because the existence named Xiao is not in this world at all.

This seems to be an endless cycle that can never be broken.

Napleo suddenly remembered something while in severe pain.

"wrong!"

"I have to get out and get out of here."

He looked up at the gate of hell that was spinning like a whirlpool.

He rushed to high places, but he hit the door of hell hard and was unable to rush out.

Napleo screamed, pounding again and again.

"No!"

"Let me out, let me out!"

It was obvious that he was being held here.

His power and everything have already been combined with this kingdom and become part of the Kingdom of Hell.

If you cannot become the master of hell in the end, you will be the gatekeeper guarding hell, or you can also say you are the slave of the Kingdom of God.

Napulo stopped. He stood high in the sky, his eyes dull.

Then, he let out a desperate roar as countless ghosts looked up at him.

"Why?"

"Why it came out like this?"

"ah!"

"ah!"

He felt that there were countless mysteries in front of him, but he couldn't see them clearly.

He felt like a person locked in a bottle. No matter how hard he tried to get out, he just slipped from one bottle to another.

There is always something binding and tying oneself up.

He wanted to scream outside at the top of his lungs, but the words turned into a mute sound when he reached his mouth!

And this time.

A large number of ghosts also moved and attacked Napulo.

The overwhelming land flooded Napleo like a river.

Napulo turned around, swung the sickle in his hand and slashed at these ghost bodies, tearing them into pieces.

Next.

He was like crazy, waving the sickle in his hand.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"I am your master, I am the master of ghosts."

"I am God!"

"I am your god."

"How dare you, how dare you attack me."

Napulo personally killed the living ones and took away everything they had. Many of the ghosts among them hated Napulo.

When Napulo still had the authority of God, he was naturally the god of all ghosts.

He killed them and plundered them, and they could only crawl at his feet.

But now, he has nothing.

Although he is more powerful, he has essentially become like these ghosts, a being imprisoned in this cage called hell.

"Get out of here and die."

Napulo killed them, destroying their forms.

But after they dissipated in this Kingdom of God, they were immediately reborn in this Kingdom of God.

They are illusory spirits that combine memory, obsession and power. They are part of the Kingdom of Hell and are part of what makes this place possible.

Only the authority of the Kingdom of God can grant them death and liberation.

Napleau swung his scythe, one blow after another.

Finally, he gave up this unnecessary action until he was too tired to lift it up.

——

The dark and silent Kingdom of God.

Napleau was walking in hell in a daze, and he didn't understand why it was like this.

As he walked, he talked to himself.

"What's happening here?"

"I imprisoned myself?"

"I built a big cage and locked myself in it!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

He felt that this was really funny.

It's so funny that it seems like it's not a tragedy, but a comedy.

Smiling, the poem said by the Black Sword Warrior suddenly rang in his ears. The ridiculous guy seemed to be reading aloud with the book of poems in his hands.

He was obviously a rough guy with a bald head and a big beard, and his hands were stained with blood, but he pretended to be a great scholar.

"Everyone is a little man in a bottle, always bound by something."

"Either it comes from others, or it comes from yourself."

He thought of the guy he had ridiculed time and time again, the guy who thought he could gain everything by dedicating his loyalty to the legion commander, but was eventually killed by the legion commander he had dedicated his loyalty to.

But at this moment, he seemed to be the same.

He couldn't accept it, he was really fed up, and he roared around him, as if he wanted to drive away the sounds.

"shut up!"

"shut up!"

He swung his scythe and turned his body from side to side.

"Clang."

Finally, he suddenly touched something.

He lowered his head and saw a black helmet that looked very old.

He looked at it for a long time and seemed to think it looked familiar.

Finally, he recognized what it was.

He recognized the narrow frame of vision, and again recalled the feeling of having his vision blocked.

"Is it my helmet?"

He bent down to pick up the helmet.

He remembered that he had thrown away this helmet a long time ago, outside the Anchor Town, along with the humiliation of being imprisoned and controlled.

He can still think of that joyful night when he killed the domineering and seemingly invincible and powerful legion commander and embarked on his own path to rise.

He was a little confused as to why this thing appeared here.

At this time, the other hand also stretched out.

He touched the hand.

"who?"

He raised his head and saw the shadow of a girl.

As his hands touched, the power of the Death Lord poured into the opponent's spirit body.

During this process, he also saw a picture passing before his eyes.

He saw a girl chasing her past life.

Information flows around us like an ocean, forming a three-dimensional projection world.

He stands in the center of the projection.

This time, he finally knew who the other party was.

He saw the girl walking on the earth again and again, looking for traces of a mute everywhere.

Day after day, year after year.

He saw the girl coming to the ruins of Anchor Town again and again, waiting there every year until the world turned from dusk to silver.

He saw the girl looking for him again and again, running through the heavy rain, running between villages and cities.

He saw the girl fighting with those evil gangsters, and asked about the whereabouts of the legion commander. She still refused to believe that she was dead, and firmly believed that she still existed somewhere in the world.

He saw the girl wearing the helmet he threw away, saw the girl keeping the collection of poems that fell in the underground passage, and saw her under the light describing what she would look like when she grew up.

Scenes come together to form a figure trapped in the past.

Napleau looked on, his mouth agape.

He couldn't understand.

He felt stupid.

Naproses pointed at the other party and laughed loudly, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Fool."

"Hahahaha, you are really stupid."

"who do you think You Are?"

"What do you have that makes the great Napleo care about you?"

"I don't want to save you, I don't want to save you, it's all your own fault."

"It's been happening for so long, and you still take it seriously."

"Are all mortals as stupid as you to pursue such a thing for the rest of your life?"

But Napleo smiled, but slowly became silent.

It seemed like I couldn't laugh anymore.

Although it was stupid, he didn't know why, but he felt a little warm.

Especially when he became a prisoner again.

That seemed to be the only good thing he had done in his life, although that good thing did not come from his heart.

But there is one person in this world who thanks him and cares about him, and he is the only one.

This has never happened before.

Whether it is the past life or this life.

At this moment, the only good thing and the only person disappeared.

Destroyed by his own hands.

At this time, the screen projection just turned to one of the scenes.

Everything seemed to come back to that night.

When the two of us were young.

He was just a little monster who was silent in a tin can, while the other party was just a girl who had not truly embarked on the road to becoming a powerful person.

In the dark night of Anchor Town, the girl stretched out her hand to Napleo.

"Come with me."

"I'll take you to the temple."

He looked at the other person and his expression suddenly changed.

"enough!"

He clapped the other person's hand hard, and traced his fingers across the non-existent shadow, like a beast that was furious because of being humiliated.

He almost fell to the ground.

He was a little embarrassed, and his eyes also saw the helmet on the ground.

He didn't want to pick it up this time, as if he didn't want to pick it up and let the humiliation pass like a prisoner.

Then he rushed out of the memory illusion and ran outside.

He stumbled, hurriedly and impatiently wanting to get out of here.

"I won't choose you."

"I will never choose. It is all your own fantasy. I have never been a good person. I am a born villain."

"There is no change at all. No one can change me."

Running.

Napleo laughed strangely, his voice full of persistence.

"You also want to restrain me. You want to make me more vulnerable and make me like those mortals."

"The strong don't need feelings, the strong don't follow the rules, the strong take everything, the strong do whatever they want."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"I want to become a god!"

"I want to live forever."

"I won't just give in, no matter who it is, no matter what we do."

"I won't just give in."

Napulo remembered that name and the mission that the evil god in the bottle said must be completed. He seemed to wake up suddenly and shouted loudly.

"resemble!"

"Who is Xiao?"

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him."

"who I am?"

“What am I going to do, what on earth am I going to do?”

Napleau was completely crazy. He stumbled forward and never looked back.

And in place, where the black helmet was left.

The ghost of the girl leaned down, picked up the helmet on the ground, and held it in her arms.

The last of everything.

The picture is frozen in the picture of that day.

Anchor Town.

After dawn, the girl led the God's Punishment Team to the town.

She found the collection of poems left in the tunnel, then followed the passage and found the helmet Napleo had thrown away outside.

The wilderness at dawn.

The girl looked at Napleo's helmet, knelt on the ground and hugged it tightly.

She, who had been silent all this time, suddenly started to cry loudly and let out a series of shouts.

"ah!"

"ah!"

The girl seemed to have become mute, holding his helmet and crying as if she had lost the whole world.

She put on the helmet and looked outside through the narrow vision frame.

From that day on, she seemed to be another person locked in a bottle.

——

Luo Yaan world.

Outside the Iron Kingdom's capital, Polik looked at the large crater left behind in the ruins.

He looked through the pit and seemed to see the hell deep in the dream world.

The moment when Napulo was running like crazy in the royal city, shouting Xiao's name crazily, and insistently shouting that he must become a god.

He spoke as if he had witnessed it all with his own eyes.

"bring it on!"

"Drink this poisonous bar of eternal life together!"

The invisible wind lifted Borrick's trefoil priest's robe, revealing the mark of truth on his palm.

The seal of the Gate of Truth represents Anhoforth's Gate of Truth.

This story of grudges and grudges that has not ended for 250 million years seems to have started from this name and this door.

Anhofors opened the way to myth and immortality, completed the Samo family's pursuit and obsession for immortality, and also started this never-ending cycle of resentment and obsession.

Asai, the Little Man in the Bottle, Xiao, An Li, Vivian and so on, all of them are still faintly entangled by this chain.

Polik stepped over the edge of the pit and headed into the distance.

"The ceramic villain has inherited the authority of the villain in the bottle. If you want to inherit his power, you will definitely inherit his cause and effect."

"If you want to become a god, you are destined to be tested."

The wind raised dust and sand, gradually covering the deserted royal city.

Porick's voice came from the wind and sand.

"Naproses!"

"Do you have the courage to become a god? Are you prepared to pay the price of becoming a god?"

"Are you ready again to face the enemy of the little man in the bottle?"

——

In the kingdom of God Nasha.

Several dwarves came to the edge of the Scarlet Sea, accompanied by the shadows of some mermaids and tree men who had not yet entered the human world.

The first king of the dwarves, the mother of mermaids, and the first ancestor of the tree people have all entered the human world one after another, so the people who are left here now are all people who cannot really take charge of the overall situation.

Therefore, they came to the red sea.

Came to look for Breman, who had not been seen or spoken to for a long time.

"What's going on? What's going on with Napulo?" One of the dwarves asked the question first.

"Where did such a powerful guy come from? Where did this guy come from? It's completely wrong." They saw the scenes from the human world through the barrier of the Kingdom of God, and they were all dumbfounded. The names of gods, myths The altar and the opening of the dream world are already the unique authority of the gods.

"Isn't it the fault of your two clans?" a dwarf accused.

"If we find a god, we will fight with you." The other two tribes said.

"He is not only sacrificing ordinary people, but also taking away the divine craftsman. What kind of power is this? Forcibly taking away the divine blood and then transforming the form." Napulo was unable to snatch the power of the divine craftsman before. At this moment With the help of the Kingdom of Hell, he actually snatched power from Nasha's Kingdom.

"There is also that kind of transparent spirit race, which should be the ghosts in the legend. I heard that the shape of the shaman spirit clan is based on the ghosts, but I have never seen the original ghosts." Someone has already seen it. Found some information.

"Where did this guy come from? We must destroy it, otherwise Luo Ya'an will be doomed." At this time, everyone became the same enemy.

"Mobilize the giant stone demon to deal with him?" Someone made a suggestion.

"He has already gone to the dream world. It's too late now." Someone immediately shook his head.

"Hell, what does this mean? Have you heard of the name Napulo?" Others paid attention to the name Hell and Napulo.

Everyone was confused and very panicked.

Suddenly another guy who was suspected of being a god appeared, and all three tribes felt great pressure and felt a strong threat.

But they have no idea where this guy comes from and how to deal with him.

Everyone looked into the depths of the scarlet sea, hoping to get answers from there.

At this time, under the altar deep in the Red Sea.

A certain three-leaf symbiont who was fully embedded into the altar and lying on the corpse raised his head.

"ghost?"

"The man in the bottle, Anhofors, is named after the four syllables of the Word of Wisdom, the god of knowledge from ancient times?"

"Isn't this guy completely dead yet?"

But after thinking about it for a while, Briman felt something was wrong.

"No, Napleau?"

"It's Naproses, the little porcelain man."

"Xiao, you sent this guy in too!"

Briman already knew who the person was who came in, and also knew which party he was from. He looked at the sky and finally understood where the abnormality he felt before came from.

"It turns out that the world in the vat has opened for the second time."

"God of Nothingness, or the Supreme Mother of Life, do you want to accelerate the evolution of species?"