Heroes of the Invincible Undead

In the dim wooden house, a burst of flame suddenly lit up.

"You finally came... At this moment, I have been waiting for a long time."

On the side of the long table, Mai Xijia said in a deep voice, her body, which had no flesh and blood, was shaking uncontrollably.

On the table, the prophecy cards with gold rim and red background were neatly placed, and across from Mexijia, a figure burning with flames was watching her silently.

"I miss you so much, and so do others."

Finally, the flame on the figure dissipated, revealing the male face below and the black wings behind him.

"Countless years have passed, and you finally called out my name, which also allowed me to find you. Come back to **** with me, Mexiga the Betrayer."

Long dark hair draped behind him, his face was soft, but his eyes were very cold, and he held a red sword in his hand.

"Don't be so anxious..." Mai Xijia sneered.

"No one can refuse me." His tone was flat, but there was a power that prevailed over everything.

"I know, I know..." Mai Xijia repeatedly said, "You have changed a lot after so many years, but this kind of power has not changed at all."

"I'm not here to talk to you." He closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he opened them again, "I'm here to take you away and throw you into the lake of fire burning with sulfur, so that you will suffer eternal pain. ."

"You have been waiting for hundreds of years, so you don't have to rush for a while, do you?" Mexijia handed out the prophecy card on the side.

"I've seen your tricks a long time ago," he said lightly, without putting the prophecy in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid? Afraid to reveal your destiny?"

"Inferior tactics." He shook his head with a trace of contempt in his eyes. "But I never fear to look directly at my destiny."

After speaking, he sat across the long table and drew a prophecy card from Mexijia's hand.

On the front of the card, two familiar figures were drawn, and Mai Xijia was taken aback. She had only seen this card not long ago.

"Bucci and Cesia." It was not Mexiga herself who said this, but the person opposite her.

"I remember them deeply, and I think you too, Mexijia the Betrayer." He sighed and turned the card over.

Without waiting for Mexijia to signal, he stretched out his hand again and drew another card from the pile of cards.

After opening the prophecy card, a huge mushroom cloud jumped in front of you, and the flames below were burning.

He carefully looked at the scene painted on the face of the card, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then turned the card over.

"No..." Mexijia seemed to have found something, muttering to herself.

"What's wrong?" He asked casually, reaching out and drawing another card from the pile.

This time, there is no pattern covering the surface of the card. On the front of the prophecy card, there is just a special arch symbol, which is the Omega that symbolizes the end of everything.

Looking at the three prediction cards he pulled out, this time, Mexijia finally realized the problem. The cards he just drew, not long ago, some were drawn by Rhodes, and some were drawn by Inota.

Among them, the prophecy card symbolizing the doomsday judgment was cut out by Mexijia herself, which undoubtedly explained to her.

"Why is this?" Mexijia covered her head, the purple crystal on top of her head flickered wildly, but she could not get any results.

"What the **** is bothering you?" He noticed Mexijia's abnormality, he asked proudly, "Is it because you lose your mind just by feeling my destiny?"

He stood up, walked around the long table, and said in Mai Xijia's ear: "You have seen my destiny. I will cast the final judgment on the world. In the end, this world without God will be completely ended."

He covered the last prophecy card and put his hand lightly on Mexijia's shoulder: "Are you ready to leave?"

He heard his words in his ears, and an inexplicable expression flashed in Mexijia's eyes: "You mentioned God, how can you be sure that He does not exist?"

His face sank: "In order to serve God, in the holy war to expel foreign races, I have made supreme achievements. Even so, I have never seen a real miracle symbolizing God, let alone seeing it. The true god."

"When I was thrown into **** and burned by the fire of purgatory, God never appeared in front of me. It was He who pityed the feathers on his body and refused to spend a little bit of power for me, or He did not exist at all from the beginning ?"

He raised his head and said these words aloud, like a compassionate apostle, questioning all kinds of injustices that have occurred.

"Frankly speaking, I look forward to his presence in front of me and stop all my actions. In this way, I can ask him personally, where is he when I suffer and when my faith is shaken? Is my piety more important than enjoying my love?"

A strong aura was released from him, Mexijia trembled all over, unable to say anything for a while, and then she asked: "What if...what if God never appears?"

His hands held Mexiga's shoulder blades tightly and did not answer.

"Did you know? Not long ago, I found someone who opened my prophecy card. The card revealed exactly what God meant."

As if thinking of something, Mexijia quickly added: "This is actually not accurate. To be precise, he has the potential to become a god."

"No one can be a god! Even me, I have never thought of it like this." The man's eyes widened, a burst of anger appeared in his heart, and he immediately retorted.

Mexijia shook her head and said with emotion: "That's not true... my destiny is to be thrown into the lake of fire burning with sulfur. I wanted to use his power to change my destiny, but I didn't achieve this. I just missed it once and let you find it."

"If, just if, it is his destiny to become a god, will anything change?" The amethyst light above Mexijia's head flashed and whispered.

Seeing that the man behind him did not answer, but his power was getting stronger and stronger, Mai Xijia exhaled and sighed deeply: "After so many years, I have known that there will be such a day. You don't need to believe me. Everything, take me back to hell, Lucifer..."

"No, I was suddenly a little interested in what you said, what's that person's name?"

"Rhodes." Mexijia answered.

"Rhodes..." the man frowned and asked, "What about the last name?"

"I don't know. He never mentioned it to anyone, maybe he doesn't have a surname at all." Mexijia spread her hands, "but I have a hunch that you will see him soon."

"Well, I took it down." The man said slowly.

As the voice fell, a blazing flame ignited from under his feet, and disappeared into the flames along with the Mexiga he had touched.