Shepherding Humanity - Chapter 142

[Chapter 137 When I become a god, I should open up the underworld for the world]

world…

Even if I don’t know the specific meaning of it, I can already feel the extremely amazing handwriting.

“Hahahaha! It’s the wandering soul of the whole world!” Charlotte laughed suddenly when she saw the astonishment of Cthulhu Evil God, her body quickly floated up to the sky, completely opened the magic box, and quickly expanded the gap, ” Pandora, let’s get started.”

Boom!

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Suddenly, a phantom of a huge black box slowly emerged above the sky, and countless rich internal energy began to converge towards the dark sky, forming a giant black round arch.

It seems to be the door of truth in the wizarding world.

The threshold of the gate is engraved with countless fine dark textures and characters. It is simple, distant, and vicissitudes. There are two huge carved cylinders in the front section piercing the clouds, and there is no end in sight, as if supporting the entire sky.

The earth-shattering jet-black arched gate reads: Erebus.

Erebus means: the gate of the underworld, the gate of hell, the place where the dead return to ruins.

“Underworld!! It’s impossible, Elmin not only wants to become a god, but also…” Cthulhu Evil God suddenly roared.

“Damn!!!”

He lunged forward.

But the invisible pressure on the round arch in the sky caused his body to sink heavily, Elmin hid in that space, and now his strength is no less than his.

“You guys are crazy!! I want to use Pandora’s Box as a carrier to open up a small plane space that belongs to the gods!” He struggled to roar, “greedy human wizards! God cannot be blasphemed! Create another gods without authorization. Earth, the God of heaven will punish you!”

In the central land, Elmin’s shadow sat cross-legged and sighed slowly, “I finally understand now that the so-called god is just a ‘little man in a box’, from a barren earth cage, into another rich energy The cage of the gods.”

“But I still want freedom, I want to bring freedom to the earth!”

Sitting in the sea of corpses and blood under the altar, Ermin already seemed to be sitting at the top of the world, gently holding up a snow-white hand bone on the tip of her nose, like sniffing a rose.

“The souls of the dead and remnants wandering between heaven and earth, please listen to my call…”

boom!

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The crisp sound spread like ripples, resounding in all directions.

This spell is “call of the dead”, a sorcery developed by Emperor Medusa to communicate with the dead, revive the dead, and extradite the dead back.

But at this time, coupled with Ermin’s life ripples, it can sense the vibrations of souls everywhere in the world, turning it into a terrifying qualitative change effect, as if to communicate and summon the souls of the whole earth.

all around the world.

One by one low-level witches are guarding everywhere, mountains, rivers, oceans, deserts, alchemy totem poles, floating bright lights, lasing, and rushing straight into the night sky, these totems actually surround the three kingdoms, forming a A huge totem circle is used to spread the power of this “call of the dead”.

“The dead return to the ruins….the dead return to the ruins…”

A vaguely overlapping call came from the sky and turned into an inexplicable chant.

The voice is sad, soft, gentle, and solemn. It spreads to the capital of Cthulhu through vibrations and ripples of life, and spreads to the three kingdoms, the rose kingdom on the top of the mountain, the Babylonian kingdom, the orc kingdom, the earth, the mountains, the fields…

People all over the world looked up and heard this inexplicable sacred ballad at the same time.

In the entire wizarding world, every wandering soul of the powerful deceased felt the vibrations and ripples from the soul, and under the inexplicable song, he was unconsciously drawn.

In the next moment, the long-wasting souls silently raised their heads,

They heard Elmin’s “call of the dead” to themselves,

“O deceased of the three kingdoms for a thousand years! I am the king of Babylon, Lord Ermin the Great, heed my call and return,

Take your life into my body and make me a god.

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Ermin?

Who is Ermin?

In the mountains and rivers, in the jungle, among the remnants of their broken and dissipated souls, they vaguely do not remember.

Ermin…. Ermin….

By the way, it is the king of Babylon, the great wizard monarch, the loving monarch who guards his own people. We were blessed by her during our lifetime, but how can we hear after we die now….

Is it the wizarding realm of Medusa the Great?

“Dead men, please listen to my plea!”

“In our world, the earth is barren and cannot become a god. I have turned into a wandering soul. Please help me become a ghost. When I become a god, I will open the way for the world, and set up a god realm for the world. Anyone who becomes a god can soar.”

“This world, not in the sky, but at the foot, corresponds to the realm of the gods. It is called the underworld, and it is the place where the ghosts of all things return.”

“I am the Great Emperor of the Underworld, but anyone who believes in me, worships me, worships me, kneels to me, and does not live in death after death, but lives in the underworld, is blessed by me, and becomes my people.”

“May everyone in the world live two lives, and death is not the end.”

…..

One after another, great wishes were made, and the dead souls in the world were silent.

This is a promise to them, and it is also a way for them to lay out a future for them to sacrifice their lives.

According to ancient legends, there are innate gods in the sky, and the land of the gods “Achilles”, and the mortals in the ground, who have cultivated into the gods of the gods, should create the gods of the gods and the underworld that belong to us.

Emperor Ermin, the Great Emperor, actually wants to open the underworld for thousands of souls on the earth?

Under the call of the dead, they sighed softly:

To avoid disaster for the living,

After death to open up the underworld for the deceased,

The souls of the dead are sour and deeply shocked. This is our king… Whether alive or dead, Emperor Ermin has been protecting his people all his life. She is protecting the land of our three kingdoms. , needs our strength….

Whoa!

Countless wandering souls suddenly rose into the air.

They have had enough of such days. After countless years, the wizards who pursued the truth were like a group of people cursed by fate.

The souls of ordinary people will naturally dissipate quickly, and the wizards have strong spiritual power. After death, it will take a long time for the souls to drift away from the world to die completely and turn into pure energy between the heavens and the earth…

And the time of this era of wizards is too short, the development of wizards is still not sound, except for Medusa, who is involved in the death field of the soul, who can communicate with the dead between heaven and earth in a special way, other wizards can’t perceive ours exist.

For them, they are just a meager energy floating in the world.

If you are lucky, you may drift into the battle of the wizards and be scattered by the wizard’s sorcery, which may be the relief.

But for most wizards, they can only wait for death silently, the remnants of wandering souls drifting silently, and being blown by the wind at will, the days of waiting to lose their self-consciousness are too long.

“Our monarch, does he want to open up a paradise for the deceased in this land?” Wandering souls floated up.

“In this world with unsound rules, if there is an underworld world, it is equivalent to making up a part of the world. The wizards who die in the future will not have to suffer so much.”

“The history of mankind’s struggle against nature is the history of courage and praise!! The glorious history of generations is promoted by us and created by us!”

“History will record the glory of the wizard on this day, the creation of the underworld, and the victory of mankind over death!”

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The translucent remnant soul is like catkins, strands and strands, floating into the sky, revealing a trace of darkness.

The low-level wizards of the alchemy pillars in various places, after launching the alchemy totem, also committed suicide and turned into one of these dead souls. As a guide, they lead the dead from all over the world to gather.

“It’s started, Netherland is made into a formation.”

Brother Edward stood at the core of the totem formation, presiding over everything, looking at the vortex of the undead summoned in the sky, and couldn’t help but whisper, “This land cannot be made into a god, and the wizard civilization has accumulated the dead for thousands of years, and countless passed away. Life is added to one, just to make one person a god.”

[End of this Chapter]