I am God Chapter 424: : Pyramid Ritual

Lord's Mansion.

The mansion of the Hunter family was built like a royal palace, and even slightly surpassed Suinhor's royal palace in some respects.

The lord of the Hunter family looks like a king in every respect.

Perhaps he thought so too.

In the southwest of Suinhor, he is the king.

At this moment, this "king" summoned another "king".

The sun is in full bloom.

Ackerman walked through the heavily fortified buildings and glanced at the sky.

He was covered under a wide cloak, and this prop cloak concealed all his information and appearance.

Even so, he still felt that he was not used to the blazing sun, he wrapped himself tightly and said.

"Compared to the sun."

"I still prefer the starry sky."

While walking, he was talking to himself.

"I heard that the world of the gods is a boundless void, and in the deepest part is the fantasy star sea left by the creator."

"I don't know when I will see it."

As for what the world of the gods is like, Akmanmon still knows from the monsters in the abyss.

Akman stepped onto the steps guarded by the powerful, and was led by the guards through the promenade on the side and outside, and entered a somewhat hidden place.

This is the most heavily guarded place of the Hunter family, and it is filled with the most trusted people of the old lord.

Ackermann came here alone, which seemed to mean that he was completely under the control of the other party. According to the rules among the nobles, it also meant that he completely surrendered to the other party.

There was even a third-level authority outside to check whether there were any dangerous items on Akmanmon.

But Ackerman just raised his head and glanced at him, and the eyes of the third-level powerhouse glowed red, and the whole person fell into a lake of confusion.

Ackerman: "Finished the inspection?"

The third-tier power user nodded his head in confusion: "It should be over."

"Buzz~"

Ackerman watched as two burly soldiers pushed open the heavy door.

Inside is a hidden and somewhat dark palace, built in the style of the palace of the King of the Scrolls.

"Mr. Manmon."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

On the bed in the distance, the lord of the red soil land reluctantly sat up and looked at Ackermanmon.

It seems that his condition is already very bad. This place is usually opened by the lord of the Hunter family at the end of his life to carry out the final inheritance and arrangement of the family.

In front of the curtain of the bed, two mighty men with long swords stood guard, watching Akmanmon with covetous eyes.

These are two third-tier power users.

In addition, the entire room is also decorated with enchantment and ritual arrays,

It seems that almost all the core strength of the Hunter family is here, and they have used almost everything for this meeting, and they are very cautious.

The old lord spoke, and the hoarse voice echoed in the empty space.

"Recently, you have made a lot of moves, and you have surpassed the limit we agreed on before."

"I actually created a silver god."

"What do you want to do?"

The old lord looked at Ackermanmon sharply and asked a series of questions.

"Thuro, the king of ghouls!"

"The madman who tried to devour the gods with a mortal body, isn't he still dead?"

"The **** of silver and white is him?"

The old lord guessed something, expressed all his doubts, and then watched the movement of Akmanmon, as if he wanted to see something wrong.

Ackerman told the old lord.

"No."

"Thurrow is dead, and died in the calculation of the evil **** of original sin."

The old lord showed a regretful expression: "He is a powerful guy, I thought I would be lucky enough to see him."

But actually, he was deeply relieved.

If a guy like Thuro didn't die, he would also feel scared. No one is not afraid of such an unscrupulous lunatic.

The old lord: "Then what do you want to do?"

Ackermann did not answer, but asked instead: "What do you think?"

The old lord smiled: "You should be a student of Thuro, the king of ghouls?"

"You are preaching everywhere, because you want to revive Thuro."

"Thurrow died, but he didn't completely die."

"Because he left behind a method of immortality before he died, didn't he?"

The old lord seemed to have some incredible information, showing a confident and affirmative expression.

Ackerman stood there for a long time without saying a word, as if the old lord had spoken to his heart.

In other words, they are guessing how the old lord knew.

The old lord smiled. Ackerman's appearance made him feel that everything was under control.

"I can allow what you do, and even help you cover it up, so that you will not be discovered by temples and goddesses."

"However."

"I want what you have, the method of immortality and immortality."

Ackerman raised his head: "A follower of the Scarlet Goddess, do you also want to betray the gods?"

"The head of the Hunter family also wants the dark secret technique of the ghoul?"

Here, the old lord who is in control of the situation no longer has to hide it: "The gods are too stingy, we have to get some things by ourselves."

Before Akmanmon answered, the old lord said loudly: "However, what I want is real immortality, not the way you fool people."

Ackerman: "Yes."

"I can give you the method, but everything you promise must be fulfilled."

The old lord: "Of course, but you have to prove that your method can indeed be used."

Ackerman: "I need a document."

The old lord clapped his hands, and before Akmanmen could say what the material was, a dying person was sent in front of him.

This is the "material".

The old lord said: "Please!"

Everything seems to be under his control.

Ackerman looked at the snake man covered in abscesses in front of him, and could feel his pain.

But even after becoming like this, he still looked at Akmanmon with unwilling eyes.

"Help me!"

"Help me~"

But Akmanmon stretched out his hand and strangled him mercilessly by the throat.

The snake man arched his body in an instant, his eyes protruded, and he stared at Akmanmon.

"No..."

"I don't want to die, I can't..."

"I... live..."

"Uh..."

At first, he was able to spit out a few syllables, but then all that was left was a horrible breath that could not be breathed out.

Ackerman seemed to be deliberately slowing down this process, making him feel death thoroughly.

He felt the approach of death little by little.

But the more this happened, the greater the fear of death in his eyes, and the stronger the desire for life.

The guard said at this time: "Obviously I asked you to save him, what are you doing?"

The old lord stopped him, and said the sentence that the believers of the Silver God said the most recently.

"Death is not the end, but a new beginning."

The old lord looked at Ackerman with a smile on his face.

"Yes!"

"This is the teaching of the Church of the Silver God."

Ackerman responded without raising his head: "It seems that you know a lot."

At this time, the "material" finally died completely.

Next, the silver worm imprint on Ackermann's hand squirmed, and the power in his body gushed out.

I saw a ritual array spreading under him.

A strange change suddenly appeared on the snake man who had completely died.

His dream of life has drifted away, and he has gone to the fantasy star sea of ​​the God of Creation.

However, the strong unwillingness and the pursuit of living condensed into an illusory bug under the influence of the ritual.

The worm was originally illusory, but after it got into the snake man's body, the flesh and blood that devoured his body gradually became real.

Corpse bugs.

You can see a striped road arched on the surface of the snake man's skin, as if something is constantly rushing up.

Finally.

Drilled into his brain.

At this time, the snake man who had just died shook violently.

Ackerman looked at the old lord again: "I still need materials."

At this time, the old lord's body had already left the bed, and he couldn't help but lean forward, wanting to see the scene below clearly.

Since the dead snake man started to tremble and started to move again, he could no longer keep calm.

There was shock in his eyes, but also deep desire.

Compared to the dead snake man below, his desire to live is stronger than the other party.

"Give it to him."

"Give it all to him."

After hearing what Akmanmon said, he immediately roared loudly, his voice full of impatience.

Two armored soldiers came in from the door, **** a skinny slave and threw him down.

Although the slave didn't know what would happen, he instinctively whimpered in fear and kept struggling.

"Roar!"

At this time, the snake man who had just died suddenly stood up and let out a crazy roar.

His eyes were red, a strange sound came from his throat, and he instinctively looked around to find something.

Like a hungry beast.

Ackermann said to the soldiers: "Kill the sacrifice, and let the smell of blood and death flow out."

The soldier glanced at it, and immediately obeyed Akmanmon's order to kill the slave.

The blood flowed out, and the crazy snake man immediately looked at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly broke free with great force.

And rushed over.

What happened next was terrifying.

The snake man who had just "resurrected" ate a corpse alive.

In the wide space, the sound of cannibal chewing echoed.

But it can also be seen that the body shape of this snake man is undergoing tremendous changes.

With his devouring, the rotten sores on his body healed little by little.

Its originally thin body became stronger little by little.

This is the power of corpse-eating insects, and it is also the unwillingness of countless people to die and their desire to live.

This is a birth from the dead.

A real ghoul.

A true ghoul as a race.

They were born from the power radiation of the magical props silver worms. They condensed the fear of death and the strong desire for life to become corpse-eating insects. Finally, the corpse-eating insects took over their original bodies and became ghouls. .

As long as the magical props and silver worms are still there, as long as death is still there, they will always exist and continue.

This brand new ghoul just born is also being devoured, recovering from madness and hunger little by little.

Finally, he got up in a daze, turned around on the slate-paved ground, suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at his body.

"I live~"

"I'm fine.

He showed a confused expression, and said with blood on the corner of his mouth.

But everyone can hear clearly.

Everyone present showed expressions of shock, ecstasy, and fear.

Ackerman lowered his head, seemingly not paying attention to his own work.

They didn't even see it.

At this time, Ackerman's lips moved slightly with his head bowed, and the words that came out of his lips happened to be those two sentences.

"I live."

"I'm fine."

In the eyes of everyone, there is only the person who came back from the dead.

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The old lord was supported by a young girl and walked forward for a while.

He leaned over and looked at it for a long time, and seemed to have finally determined something.

He breathed in his dry throat for a long time before uttering a single word.

"Good!"

"Really alive, really alive."

"It turns out that people can really be resurrected from the dead."

"Thurrow, the king of ghouls, who dares to devour gods, is not an ordinary person."

Up to now, he thought that everything was left behind by the former king of ghouls, the head of the ghoul secret sect.

He couldn't believe that it was the guy in front of him who did the unimaginable thing of "resurrecting from the dead".

It's even more unimaginable that all that Ackermann did was not to revive Thuro.

But to become a god.

He doesn't even know that everything he sees in front of him is problematic. It is impossible for a ghoul born in this way to remember the past, and it is a completely new individual.

Everything was under control before, and the old lord who seemed to know everything did not know about it at all.

The information he got seems to be correct, but not quite.

All he knows is that everything he knows has come true.

Ackermanmon does have a method left by Thurrow.

Ackermanmon has a powerful item on him.

Akmanmon can bring people back from the dead.

Progress step by step, each step is verified.

This has already convinced him of all this.

Ackerman stood on the spot and said to the old lord.

"I've already done it, so it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

The old lord's eyes were only on the man who had come back from the dead, and he didn't even look at Ackerman.

"Great."

"It turned out to be true."

"I don't have to die, I can live on."

Until this time, he seemed to be responding to Ackerman and said something.

"What you said is indeed true."

But after these words were spoken, a figure gradually walked out of the dark corner.

It was a figure with a pale complexion and a reddish child hole.

Wearing decent clothes, he responded with standard aristocratic etiquette, and said.

"Of course."

"Everything I say is true."

It was the old ghoul who had been by Ackermanmon's side all the time. It seemed that he had already taken refuge in the Hunter family and the Red Territory.

This does not seem to be surprising.

Compared to the cult of the Corpse Eater Secret Cult, the Hunter family, which controls the entire Red Territory, has a better future.

At least it seems so.

The old lord laughed, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, and there was endless greed and complacency in his eyes.

He has not yet become a ghoul, but now he looks no different from a real ghoul.

He didn't even have any extra nonsense, he didn't even look at Akmanmon, and gave the order directly.

"Take him down."

"I want the prop on his body, and the method in his head."

Where is the ambitious old lord willing to cooperate with Akmanmon? Just have what you want.

At this moment, the conflict broke out completely.

Several layers of barriers and ritual arrays were suddenly activated, controlling this place like a cage.

It turns into layers of light realms.

This time, the inside and outside are completely isolated.

No matter what happens inside, it cannot be felt outside.

One after another powerful people poured in, surrounded Ackerman, and it seemed that he was in a desperate situation.

But Akemanmon looked around and raised his head to look at the lord of the red soil.

"Whose cage is this?"

The powerful people moved, trying to restrain and seal Akmanmon.

As long as Akmanmon is caught, the props and secrets on him will naturally belong to the old lord.

The ritual array below him exploded, suppressing Akmanmon's power.

Spiritual spells slammed into Akmanmon from all around, and all kinds of magical props entangled.

There are activated ropes.

There are third-order item seal scrolls.

There are nails in his power.

Everyone has a clear division of labor and is interlocking. From the very beginning, this was a trap set for Ackerman.

"Catch him."

"Can't let him die."

"This guy is a powerful person, so be careful.

But when a voice came, it overwhelmed all other voices.

"Silver and white field."

Silver-white rays of light spread, and a spiritual force field directly covered everything, suppressing the innermost two layers of the ritual array.

Then spread out.

All the props were thrown out, and everyone froze.

"What's going on?" Seeing the props under his control fly back, everyone still didn't know why.

"Psychic force field." The only third-order power user immediately exclaimed.

"Fourth-level power, the apostle of God." Another third-level power person also shouted in horror, turned around and wanted to escape, and at the same time wanted to summon his own cursed puppet, but the silver spiritual force field had already knocked him out. Covered, the cursed puppet he summoned was instantly suppressed.

Countless bugs emerged from Ackermanmon's body, filling the field.

Next.

Into someone else's body.

Everyone shouted in horror, but they were instantly overwhelmed by transparent bugs.

This bedroom with a somewhat gloomy tone has completely turned into a sea of ​​bugs at this moment.

Ackerman's figure floated up a little bit.

Come from the sea of ​​insects, towards where the old lord is.

The old lord finally saw Akmanmon's figure clearly, the outline under the cloak that concealed information and figure.

He has already got rid of the appearance of a snake man and the figure of a mortal.

The shape of a god.

At this time, he couldn't believe it: "Apostle?"

After he finished speaking, he pushed down the girl who was supporting him in horror, and the girl was so frightened that she couldn't even run.

The old lord ran towards the side passage.

But at this time, the old ghoul who had taken refuge in him came out, blocked his way, and saluted respectfully again.

"My lord."

"Where do you want to go?"

The old lord pointed at him: "You...you..."

He seems to understand something.

Ackerman took off the hood on his head at this time, revealing his youthful appearance.

"Thank you for letting me enter here, and thank you for creating such a hidden environment for me, so that I can take everything from you."

"It's perfect, exactly what I wanted."

The old lord looked at him: "You arranged him?"

Ackermanmon: "Ghouls can betray the head of the Ghouls' Secret Cult, but ghouls will never betray their master."

"Thurrow only has the sky and the end in his eyes. I like to hold my things in my own hands."

"But you will never understand such a truth, you think your power and wealth can buy everyone, don't you?"

"But power and wealth are not worth mentioning in front of real power."

"The owner of the Red Territory."

"This is the world of the gods. The power that belongs to you, the power of power, is the real power."

The old lord understood everything thoroughly, he roared angrily and unwillingly.

"What do you want to do?"

"You want to become the king of Suinhor and ascend to that supreme throne?"

Ackerman was stunned for a moment.

It seems that this person is laughing at himself and underestimating himself.

"The Throne?"

"I just walked down from above."

"What king, the person sitting on it is just a prisoner."

"I don't need that kind of thing."

The old lord looked at Ackerman, and suddenly asked with a trill.

"Who the **** are you?"

As soon as the old lord finished speaking, he remembered the other party's name.

"Mammon?"

He had never thought about the specialness of this name before, but at this moment, Akmanmon himself admitted that he was once a king.

It seems to be clear at once.

The old lord screamed out the opponent's name in a voice that was almost broken.

"Ackermanmon."

"The last king of snakes?"

The old lord didn't understand: "A guy like you, a person like you."

"Why did you choose to become a ghoul?"

Ackerman kept approaching: "I didn't choose to become a ghoul, I created a ghoul together with Thurro."

Akmanmon finally walked in front of the old lord and held his head down.

Looking at him with icy eyes, his voice reveals a disdain different from his expression.

"What is a king?"

"The highest throne is not a throne."

"It's... the seat of God."

The silver worm completely engulfed everything, killing everyone in an instant.

And then among these corpses, brand new individuals were born one after another.

True ghoul.

Ackerman sat on the seat of the old lord and said, "Old man, you did a good job this time."

The old ghoul's humble response: "Everything is for His Majesty's plan."

Ackerman: "I'm no longer your majesty."

Old ghoul: "If you are not your majesty on the throne, then become your majesty on the throne of God."

I don't know how long it has been.

The door reopens.

There are still the original guards outside the door, and it seems that they have not noticed what happened inside.

The old lord came out with a group of men, and the first order he gave after coming out was.

"I am old and want to build a mausoleum for myself."

"As for how to build it, you follow Mr. Manmon's advice."

Ackerman stood up, as if obeying the words of the old lord.

Subsequent.

The red soil collar has summoned a large number of hard labor and artisans.

But after they were summoned, they disappeared from the sight of others.

They crossed the jungle and were brought to a hidden and barren wasteland, where they built an incomparably magnificent mausoleum.

A mausoleum in the shape of a pyramid.

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A large number of craftsmen and powerful people gathered in this wasteland, along with materials and supplies that were constantly being sent here.

"Why did the lord build such a large tomb?"

"How do you know what adults think."

"Why so urgent?"

"You don't know? The lord is about to die. This is a tomb built for him. Of course it is urgent."

Ordinary snake-human powers create huge stones one after another, and build them into a huge pyramid structure.

Some elite and powerful people are responsible for arranging the ritual array above according to some drawings sent by Mr. Man Meng who presided over the construction.

Ordinary craftsmen do the most tiring and hardest work according to the arrangement, and obey the arrangement of the powerful and the supervisor.

The lord is very anxious, and the construction of this pyramid is almost rushed day and night.

The pyramid has only just taken a prototype, and Akmanmon has already entered it.

In the core stone chamber of the pyramid.

Dense textures covered the dome, floor, and walls.

Ackermann summoned the magical item, the silver worm, and placed the silver worm on it.

Say it.

"Death is not the end!"

"It's a new beginning."

"The race born from death, go find those unwilling resentments."

One sentence falls.

The power of the pyramids and rituals radiates the power of the magic tool, the silver worm, to the surroundings.

The huge pyramid is like a signal tower, radiating the power of the silver worm into the distance.

In the future.

With the continuous improvement of the pyramid, it will gradually expand its coverage to the entire red soil territory.

After all, the silver worm is not a mythical item, and it is impossible for it to respond and communicate through the power of the dream world, which is currently the limit.

But for Ackermann, this is enough.

Akmanmon imitated Kurmis and built this pyramid in order to implement his second plan.

Let the ghouls really become a race, a huge group.

As the pyramids began to be built, one strange thing after another also began to appear in the red clay territory.

The influence is not huge, but it is very strange.

The powerful will not be buried in an ordinary cemetery after death. The temple has its own cemetery, and the family of the powerful has its own family cemetery, and there are usually special personnel to guard it.

Only in some special circumstances, some powerful people who are alone will leave their corpses outside.

But recently, some strange things have appeared in the cemetery of the temple and the cemetery of some powerful people.

Someone heard movement in the sarcophagus of the deceased.

"There is movement in the tomb?"

"The inside is full of dead people, how could there be any movement."

"How is this possible?"

But when I went to look at it later, I found that the movement was gone.

Except for the person involved, no one else believed it at all.

"I must have heard wrong."

"Everyone is dead, can they still be alive."

On the road, it is said that someone came across a rotting corpse walking.

The foul-smelling corpses seemed to have just crawled out of the grave and were running towards a certain direction.

But the person who told the rumor disappeared soon.

In the eyes of ordinary people, some unusual things have also been observed.

Beside the commercial road.

An ordinary beast died, emitting a foul smell.

When people passing by went to have a look, they found that the corpse was densely covered with strange bugs.

"What is this?"

"Bugs, lots of bugs."

"What kind of bug is this?"

However, when you touch these bugs with something, they melt instantly, disappearing like water.

"Where are the bugs?"

"Disappeared?"

The people in the caravan looked at each other in blank dismay.

This situation is not isolated, but more and more.

It not only appeared on the corpses of beasts, but also on the corpses of snake people.

This happens to dead snake people if they are not buried in time.

This kind of bug does not know where it came from, and it does not know why it disappeared; they specialize in devouring the flesh and blood of corpses, making people feel horrible and disgusting.

It's just that apart from being weird and disgusting, it's not a big deal, after all, it doesn't endanger people's lives.

It also started from this day.

Corpse, death, wriggling bug.

It starts to be closely connected together.

People do not know where it came from, only that it represents death.

That's a curse, and it's also reincarnation.

Countless years later.

Although he changed his face, he gradually lost his extraordinary characteristics and power over the long years, and changed his name.

They still exist.