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Chapter 435: The Ancient Secrets

The massive Boat of Soul moored under the stairway of the Gate of Hell, the boat which represented death was lit up with lights. But the light was about to be extinguished.

Clarence, the Level Seven King of the Dead, desperately grabbed the bone oars away from Hell’s boatman. The bony claws of the undead creature interlaced with the strong arms of Hell’s boatman under his robe.

Immediately, thick black smoke was emitted from the body of the boatman of the Styx and was instilled into the body of the King of the Dead, Clarence.

The sky was pervaded with black smoke, it was as if the dark clouds were crashing down, smoke was constantly gushing out from the boatman’s eyes, mouth, ears, and it was absorbed by the King of the Dead, Clarence.

“Ah!”

That scream originated from the painful torture and depravity of the soul, even a master of the undead army was roaring in pain, his bone body was quivering and was constantly swaying.

His robe was as if it had been eroded by time, it had turned into a broken black hole, and the darkness was instilled into the robe, covered his face and soul, concealed his past and cut off his future.

“La-la-la! La-la!”

“Ah! Ah-ah! Ah-ah!”

“La-la!”

And the boatman of the Styx put down his oars. He was bewildered as he walked down the Boat of the Soul. While he walked, he was humming songs; he looked like a madman beggar on the roadside.

As he stepped down from the Boat of the Soul, his black robe gradually disappeared, he revealed his face underneath. He was a tall and strong man with semi-orcs characteristics; he was wearing decadent armor and crowns. The gorgeous gems on his head, under the erosion of the years, were broken; the gold was dim and dark.

He slowly raised his head, in the center of his golden pupils, a faint light flickered; he was the symbol of the first king’s bloodline. A flame was gradually burning in his eyes.

Lynn Ahenaten looked at his hands which were filled with calluses and bruises.

He held his hands high and looked into the sky through his fingers, a dark sun shone on the whole world, and a huge City of Bones floated on the gates of hell.

“Ha-ha” Lynn Ahenaten grinned with delight.

He grinned while he shook his head, he squinted, his nose was crumpled together and his shoulders constantly shrug, as if he had seen a ridiculous farce or a funny mime; he was laughing uncontrollably.

Then tears burst out from Lynn Ahenaten’s eyes, “I’m finally free!”

Just then, the City of Bones in the sky cashed down and numerous dead souls in the city let out a terrible howl. More than ten Lords of Death from the clouds were overlooking the earth; they were staring at Lynn Ahenaten.

The huge City of Bones was made with the manufacturing methods of the Floating-Space City, and merged with the power of more than ten Level Seven mythical existences. The radiances of the divine artifacts were flickering and they were merely a step away from reaching a Level Eight mythical Floating-Space City.

The City of Bones could be transformed into an unrivalled presence, one which could compete against True God, when the owner of the City of Bones, Flosa, became a Level Eight.

Flosa looked at Lynn and said, “His Majesty Lynn, King of the great ancient Kingdom of Ahenaten, the bloodline of the original king, the owner of the Sword of the King! The most distinguished man of the whole world!”

“It’s an honor to meet you!”

Flosa, who was deeply respectful of the royal bloodline and those who were born in an aristocratic family, seemed to have a special admiration for Lynn Ahenaten.

Lynn’s gaze was composed; he had lost the once invincible, greedy and strong competitiveness. He had gone through a sharp vicissitudes of fate; he looked to the front of the vast and endless Styx. For ten thousand years, he was on that Styx and he led the world’s dead soul; no matter how powerful, how brilliant, as long as the name was on God of Death’s book, they would eventually set foot on his Boat of the Soul and headed reluctantly to the kingdom of the God of Death.

The memory of the last ten thousand years and the glory of the past were gradually recalled by Lynn, and all the stories of those who were on his boat.

And upon hearing Flosa’s words, Lynn Ahenaten seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing, and he looked at Flosa in surprise, “The most distinguished man of the whole world? Ha-ha-ha-ha!”

“The most distinguished man of the whole world? Ha-ha-ha-ha!”

It was long before Lynn looked up at Flosa and asked, “Have you ever seen the Son of God; the children of the oldest Creator?”

“Do you?”

At the mention of that, Lynn was trembling from head to toe; he was outraged. His crazy roar revealed a strong reluctance and helplessness, “The positions of True Gods were merely toys that are easily ditched away and worthless in other’s perspective. When you had done everything, given up everything but still not getting what you wanted, do you know that feeling?”

“What First king! What golden bloodline! Ridiculous!”

“It’s ridiculous! It’s all just a plaything in someone else’s hand!”

Lynn looked furiously into the sky; his expression was contorted like a devil, “Gave in your all, no matter how unwilling you are, at the very last, you can only wait your fate to befall on you! We’re the chess pieces that are played with, those who don’t accept the arrangement and role as chess pieces, what awaits them was a fate of being thrown away!”

Those Lords of Death who were looking at Lynn Ahenaten from the top didn’t understand what he was saying. But they felt that, under the imprisonment of hundreds of millions of years, Lynn Ahenaten had completely gone mad.

Lynn Ahenaten said nothing more; he stretched out his right hand and condensed a stone slab on top of his palm.

On the front of the stone slab, it was engraved with a complete World Tree Model Template, and rules of god’s cornerstone of the 17 True Gods. On the back of the stone slab, the world’ largest taboo was written; it was the way to ascend to the position of True God and ways to condense the divinity of True Gods.

It was an ordinary stone slab but because it was carved with a pattern of taboo knowledge, it seemed like it had gained the power of the whole world.

A golden brilliance slowly bloomed from the stone slab, and at last, it converged into a strong beam of radiance which dyed the sky into a golden brilliance, and vanished only a long time after.

And just then, all the people in the City of Bones were excited, they were trembling.

The legend of the past million years, the existence which caused countless people to hunt and comb for, the taboo knowledge that was sealed by the gods, the way to become a True God, and all was now presented before them.

“The World Tree! It’s the World Tree Model Template!” A Lord of Death was shrouded in a gray mist; he forgot to suppress his power because of his excitement, and a fierce mythical power storm swept out.

“It’s the way to condense divinity, as long as we’ve a way to condense divinity, we’ll attain Level Eight. We’ll have the qualification to compete for the position of a True God!”

“Take it! Give it to me!” A bone dragon roared wildly.

“Give it to me! Give me!” The owner of the City of Bones, Flosa, gazed at the stone slab on Lynn Ahenaten’s hand, he was transformed into a giant mythical body, under the support of the City of Bones, he had turned into a thousand-kilometer tall giant made with black smoke and flame.

He leaned straight down from the sky and looked at Lynn Ahenaten with his eyes.

His black-smoked palms were twinkling with excitement. He had been waiting for the opportunity for seven or eight thousand years and he was finally given an opportunity.

“Give! Give me!”

Lynn Ahenaten’s eyes revealed a tinge of contemptuous, and the stone slab which was glowing with a golden radiance was thrown out. It was as if he had thrown away a piece of garbage.

“Yours!”

Lynn Ahenaten walked up the steps and went to the gates of hell; he tried to return to the core world through that door.

Just then, a huge Soul-Eating Steel Fork stuck onto the ground, a strong flame was produced as it rubbed against the ground, a pair of bloodthirsty pupils and a monster with long sheep legs and horns was staring at Lynn Ahenaten.

Heim looked angrily at Lynn, who had fooled him in the past, “Do you think it’s that easy to leave?”

His bloody mouth spewed out a dark red hellfire, “Impossible!”

Lynn Ahenaten looked at the soul-eating goat devil, Heim, “When I was a boatman, I once stood next to the ancient God of Death, and I heard about your secret!”

Lynn grinned, as if he had thought of something amusing, “Heim? Do you want to hear it?”

“Or? Should I address you as?”

“Anke Pusuote, High Priest!”