purgatory artist

Chapter 372 The Prophet and the God of Death

"You can sense the birth of death."

"Humans in the endless city are dying faster than imagined."

All fine print is gone in a flash.

Liu Ping's expression froze, and he asked in a low voice, "What did you do?"

"Faith has penetrated into everyone's bone marrow in civilization, and it is deeply rooted in everyone's thoughts-you guys who pretend to be gods have done a good job, now it's time for me to harvest them." The God of the Night said.

suddenly.

Several people rushed into the alley and hid in a dark corner, making trembling noises.

Soon.

Another group of people ran in with guns, and laughed loudly: "Guys who believe in the God of Healing, I have long disliked you. Now the oracle of our God of Poison has come down, allowing us to kill you all!"

Da-da-da-

There was a burst of fire.

The group of people in the corner were all killed.

The believers of the God of Poison with guns whistled excitedly, turned and ran towards the street outside.

They never saw the two gods in the alley.

Under the silent night.

All kinds of explosions, screams, gunshots, and cries suddenly erupted.

death.

death.

death.

death.

Relying on the belief in death controlled by the God of Punishment, Liu Ping could fully sense that hundreds of thousands of people were falling into death in the endless city.

The whole world seemed to wake up, and groaned continuously in the voice of all beings.

"listen."

The God of the Night listened attentively, and said with a smile, "A feast has begun."

Liu Ping said calmly: "The believers of the gods kill each other. It is indeed a feast for everyone, but what does it have to do with you?"

"You are all a part of me." The God of the Night said succinctly.

Liu Ping imitated the old man's tone and said: "We have a lot of gods in the death department, and their strength is not weak. Do you want to kill us all by yourself? This is not funny at all."

The God of the Night stared at him and said softly, "If you don't resist, you may suffer less pain."

Above his head, a line of small words appeared:
"Mixture."

Liu Ping glanced at it calmly.

Hybrid?
What is this?

The God of the Night's hands turned into sharp claws, walking towards Liu Ping step by step.

"I will deprive you of your sharp claws, so that it cannot attack." Liu Ping said.

The spell turned into an invisible force and spread out in the void.

Almost the next second——

The pair of sharp claws of the God of the Night turned back into hands again, losing its attack power.

"This is the power of punishment?"

The God of the Night whispered.

Liu Ping said in the tone of an old man: "I am one of the oldest strange beings, and you have been deprived of the strongest power by me. It is unknown whether you can survive tonight-get lost."

"Strange life?" The God of the Night showed an inexplicable expression on his face, shook his head and said, "I heard that you will lose [-]% of your strength if you perform punishment."

"So what?" Liu Ping asked.

The Night God stood still.

Several figures emerged from the entrance of the alley.

They walked slowly to the side of the God of the Night, revealing their faces.

"Do not……"

Liu Ping looked at several people, and simultaneously searched for their identities from the memories of the old man and the female ghost.

He looked puzzled, and said softly: "Midnight, poison, curse, murder... Why are you gods united with the night?"

The five strange beings said at the same time: "I said before, I need your strength, and you don't have any right to choose."

wrong!

Although they are five strange beings, their expressions and tone of voice seem to be the same person!

It was too creepy.

Liu Ping took a step back, his face changed slightly.

For a long time, I have been fighting against the strange life at the great risk of dying at any time.

In fact, whether it's the female ghost's "death of all things" or the old man's "punishment", they are all extremely powerful and strange techniques, and there is almost no way to break them.

I also caught a glimpse of life with my quick wit.

Now you have to deal with five strange beings at once?
And there's clearly something wrong with them—

Something is controlling them! ! !

Suddenly, a voice rang in Liu Ping's ear:

"I'll count three, two, one, and you immediately cross the alley and run southwest to the railway tracks. A train is about to pass by, and you have to jump on the train to survive."

Liu Ping immediately found the owner of the voice from the old man's memory.

— This is another god of death.

Did he come to be a rescuer?
Just listen to that voice and count:

"three,"

"two,"

"one!"

Light and shadow flashed.

The overlapping worlds descended suddenly, enveloping the five gods in front of Liu Ping.

"Take advantage of it now!"

the voice urged.

Liu Ping made a decisive decision, quickly climbed over the low wall of the alley, and ran towards the southwest.

He didn't dare to fly, after all, he didn't know how many enemies there were, and whether they were watching from a certain direction.

He galloped through the darkness, through the dark streets of one after another, until he finally saw the railroad tracks.

The sharp whistle sounded far away in the deep night.

—The train is coming!

Liu Ping suddenly felt something, turned around and looked not far behind.

I saw a ragged man standing behind the wall, looking at him puzzled and saying:

"God of Punishment, what are you avoiding?"

This is a carrion god who walks in the dark night.

Even among the gods, his status is extremely low.

"Mind your own business, don't tell anyone you've seen me, or I—I mean, all our gods of death will come together to kill you, understand?" Liu Ping said coldly.

"Yes! Don't worry, I won't say anything." Seeing his anger, the man nodded and bowed quickly.

Then the train roared through the station.

Liu Ping jumped onto the train and disappeared from the sight of the carrion god.

The God of Carrion was stunned for a while.

He was gradually attracted by the screams and gunshots from the entire block behind him, turned his head, and looked at the exploding flames rising up in the night sky one after another.

soon.

One figure after another came out of the shadows of the street.

The God of Carrion opened his mouth wide and counted in a low voice: "One, two, three, four, five—there are five gods in total. Are you harvesting believers?"

"Do not."

In the darkness, another figure appeared.

I saw that this was a man holding a black umbrella.Shirtless man.

He straightened his sunglasses and said softly: "Believers are a very important part, but we also harvest gods."

When he spoke, the five gods behind him spoke the same words at the same time, no matter their demeanor, tone or emotion were exactly the same.

The God of Carrion shrank back in fright, and stepped back step by step.

The umbrella holder glanced at him, and said in a disgusted tone: "Relax, I'm not interested in a god like you—by the way, did you see any god passing by here just now?"

The God of Carrion was about to speak when he suddenly remembered Liu Ping's advice.

It's more like a threat than an exhortation.

The gods of the death department are powerful, have a clear division of labor, and unite with each other, so they are not easy to mess with.

Why do you want to get involved in such a thing?

The God of Carrion grinned, showing his rotten teeth, and said in a flattering tone: "No, I have been guiding a few wild dogs to eat rotten rats, but I didn't see anything."

The umbrella bearer gave a "tsk", shook his head and said, "When this world is running normally, it really needs scavengers like you, but now it's going to be destroyed—"

After speaking, he turned and walked into the darkness.

Behind him, five gods looked at the carrion god together.

They exude a strange power of boiling.

……

On the train.

Liu Ping walked into the dining car and sat down at the clean and tidy dining table.

Opposite him sat an old man wearing presbyopic glasses, knitting with his head bowed.

"Huan Meng, thank you for weaving the dream, helping me out." Liu Ping said.

"Shen Mian is dead." The old man said without raising his head.

"Was that group of gods doing it?"

"No, a weirdo with an umbrella."

"what!"

Liu Ping was shocked.

Wasn't that guy sealed in?
It turned out that it was still alive!

"You don't have to thank me. If you die, I will be the next one to be killed—Yanming went to ask the prophet—look, they are here." The old man said.

In the aisle, two women came and sat down beside them.

A girl with colorful hair.

And, an intellectual woman in a professional uniform.

Liu Ping looked at them, and immediately found them from the memory of the God of Punishment.

The girl is the god of prolonging life among the gods of death. She likes to walk in the world and calls herself Yan Ming.

The intellectual woman is the only god of divination in the entire endless city, known as the prophet.

The girl said: "I'm afraid the old man of crime and punishment doesn't know anything. Time is running out. It's better to let the prophet tell the whole thing directly."

"Yan Ming is right, let's start." said the dream god wearing reading glasses.

The Prophet then said: "The Endless City has reached its final moment, but the strange war of that year is still not over... We will not know the direction of the war until the doomed destruction comes soon."

"Impossible!" The God of Dreams took off his reading glasses, his eyes became full of murderous intent.

"The King of Strangeness has been dead for countless years," the girl Yan Ming also said, "His armor was banned here together with us, and now you say that the war is not over yet?"

"This is the deepest secret. Only when we tell it at this time, the world will not come back to us - because it can't take care of itself." Know first.

Several people looked out of the car window at the same time.

The devoured gods began to order, let the believers kill each other.

Endless killing is going on.

As the number of devoured gods increases, this killing will sweep the entire endless city.

"We can unite other gods, I don't believe it, if we gather all the strange powers of our existence, can't we defeat that weird man with the umbrella." The God of Illusory Dreams said.

"I've been doing this since yesterday, but it can only be used to delay time." Know first.

"You mean, all of us together can't beat that guy?" the girl Yan Ming asked unwillingly.

A trace of fear flashed in the prophet's eyes, and he nodded slowly.

The crowd fell silent for a while.

"What do we need to do now?" Liu Ping asked.

"The King of Strangeness invented the card back then in a vain attempt to allow all beings to directly use the power of strangeness. He hid an extremely secret card in the endless city. You have to find it." Know first.

"What's the use of that card?"

"The person who holds that card can use the power of that thing to help us defeat the invading enemy."

"you are right--"

"That's right, what I'm talking about is the authority of the law of strangeness, the clothes of the king of all worlds, the emblem of grazing for all living beings, the relic of the king of infinite strangeness, the armor of all laws."

The crowd fell silent again.

"We betrayed him, how could his armor help us?" the God of Illusory Dreams sighed.

The Prophet said in a meaningful tone:
"Everyone, you must keep one thing firmly in mind."

The three gods of death looked at her together.

She only heard her whisper: "Although the king is dead, this war has never ended."

"He'll be back."

(End of this chapter)