Lime Town.

It belongs to the Fire Man, that is, in the small building of the mayor of this small town.

This place has long since become a ghoul's lair, and the original mayor's family has also become a ghoul, accompanying the last of the ghouls.

He still looks like an ordinary person, but his face is pale and his eyes are reddish.

"boom!"

Ackerman opened the door and walked out.

The embarrassed look just now disappeared completely, and after changing clothes, her hair was meticulously groomed.

And the face that was cloudy and uncertain because it was out of control also lost any expression again.

A large number of ghouls in the dark hall raised their reddish eyeballs and looked at their masters, looking a little intimidating.

"Your Majesty!"

"Owner!"

Ackermanmon gave the order: "Return to the Red Land."

Although Kurmis didn't seem to be able to leave the pyramid, Ackerman was still worried that he had other means.

For example, the method that Kurmis used to attach a seed to the lizardman just now showed that the apostle's method is far from being comparable to that of an ordinary person with power.

The old ghoul standing in front seemed to understand something vaguely, looked at Ackerman with a masked face, and stretched out his hands to shake hands involuntarily.

"Your Majesty!"

"Has it been successful?"

The old ghoul knew exactly what the purpose of Ackermann's trip was and what he wanted to do.

However, Ackermann did not answer, but walked outside.

"Walk!"

Ackermann left Lime Town with a group of ghouls, disguised as an ordinary caravan.

As soon as Ackermann left the front foot, Anu, the lizardman on the hind foot, led the lizardmen to the town of Lizard, but it was still a step too late.

"The Fireman is gone?"

"A caravan just left at night?"

Anu was not reconciled, and led someone to track the traces of the strange caravan.

But the other party seemed to be heading towards the north, but the lizard people chased the north all the way, and the trace of the other party disappeared completely.

Anu looked at the disappearing traces on the ground: "They are very careful. It seems that after suffering a loss in Eclipse City last time, these corpse eaters have also become vigilant."

The lizard people were very angry, and they felt that they could not vent their anger.

"Just let that guy run away like this?"

"Our companions can't die in vain."

"Let him pay the price."

Anu looked at the others: "Of course it won't end like this. The enemies of these man-eating monsters are everywhere, and even the gods hate them."

"It's okay for them to hide in the darkness and not come out. As long as a little shadow is revealed under the light, the death knell of their demise has already sounded."

Anu asked most of the lizardmen to return to the village, and he set off for another destination with two lizardmen, taking the task given to him by Kurmis.

"Let's go to the Fire Protection City."

The three lizardmen put on cloaks and went to the capital of Suinhor.

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Ackerman was on his way back to the Red Land Territory.

In the luxurious and spacious carriage, there is not only a table, but also this row of shelves, on which there are many books that Ackerman must carry with him.

Ackerman took out several props and turned them into a temporary barrier.

He summed up all the gains of this trip in the car, and even isolated the pictures in his memory and made them into images for repeated viewing.

Pyramids, potions, murals, pots of gold.

There is also the huge feathered snake divine grace puppet formed by manipulating countless vines in that one thought.

The pictures passed by one by one.

Ackermanmon watched while writing in the enchantment.

Occasionally, some experiments and attempts are also carried out.

He was completely immersed in it, as if nothing could disturb him.

Ackermanmon also felt a strong sense of crisis, not only from the madness in his body that was constantly eroding his reason, but also from external factors.

The incident that Thurro made at the beginning was too big and too terrifying.

Now that ghouls have reappeared on the giant island of Ruh, it is impossible not to attract attention.

Not just mere mortals.

Maybe even.

God.

Ackerman had to race against time to get that chance.

All the time.

Ackermanmon has been trying his best to avoid the situation that Thurro faced at the beginning, and to avoid that there is no choice in the end.

But when it came to him, he found that his situation was very similar to that of Thoro.

"Why do you always feel that you have a choice?"

Only at this moment did Ackerman truly understand the meaning of Thurro's words.

"Those who carve out their own path without a choice are the real strong ones."

Ackerman bowed his head, the tip of the pen suddenly exerted a lot of force, and after a long time he exhaled and continued to write.

"Fourth-order, Divine Favor, the three elements are condensed into Divine Favor Stone, and the following steps can be adjusted."

"You can adjust it according to the abyss divine grace, and choose your own path of apostles."

This is one of the gains that Ackermanmon got from his trip to the Pyramid of the Feathered Serpent.

Ackerman took it out from the shelf, opened it, and marked the three elements.

"Curse seal, divine blood, spirit."

The ghoul was born from the Plague Blood Curse, and the congealed seal of Ackermanmon is also the Plague Blood Curse.

but.

There is a big problem here.

The core part of the plague blood curse comes from the corpse-eater curse, which is the curse of the lord of purgatory on those who have violated the taboo.

When Ackerman became an apostle, he would fall further into purgatory, and he could only use the power of the abyss to hold him back.

He was literally on a single-plank bridge between purgatory and abyss.

Destined to fall into one of the two.

But now Ackermann doesn't want to fall into the flames of purgatory, nor into the darkness of the abyss.

In fact, he was able to become an apostle a long time ago, and it was precisely because of this hesitation that he was stuck there.

But the good thing is.

He has made a lot of preparations for this, and even has many ideas about how to become a myth, and has collected a lot of information on the power of gods.

"It is necessary to change a spell seal."

"It is also impossible to condense the mythical organs in the same way. There is a problem with this section, and there are traps set by the evil **** of the abyss."

Akermanmon immediately thought of his previous idea.

With ghouls condensing the obsession with immortality and death, and then imitating the way of the Lord of Purgatory, condensing into a oath similar to the curse of ghouls.

Ackerman was thinking.

If you use the power of this oath to replace the curse, condense the plague blood curse.

What kind of apostle will he become?

If he takes this oath again and swears to the Crown of Wisdom, so that the content of this oath becomes an eternal racial oath, what will it look like?

Ackermann made up his mind.

Decided to create an item similar to the alchemist's divine contract lamp and the witch spirit's book of witch spirits.

Then let it absorb the obsessions of those ghouls and turn it into something that carries a promise.

That will be the origin of his next series of plans, and it is also a very crucial step.

Ackermann wrote a lot in the notebook. He almost kept sorting out all the information and knowledge he got from Churro, from the abyss, and from Kuermis the feathered snake.

Faced with many crises, it seems that Ackermann has been pushed to the limit.

He didn't have any fear in his heart, instead he felt a burst of clarity in his heart, and he thought about many things more thoroughly.

He not only made up all his plans for the future, but even completely combined what he thought and learned before.

"The First Plan: The Apostles"

"Create a prop, use it as the core to devour the will and spirit of ghouls and those who yearn for immortality, and finally form a spirit of obsession with immortality."

"Then absorb this obsession to condense a brand new Plague Blood Curse to become an apostle."

Next, Ackermann wrote his second plan.

"The second plan, race."

If you want to make the oath of wisdom crown, you must have a race under your own control and control.

This is the power Ackermanmon hopes he will have in the future, and it is also the future path.

But another problem arose.

Are ghouls a race?

Although Ackermanmon failed to get the method of Kurmis to make brown ball vines and lizardmen during his trip, the method of Kurmis making potions and then creating mutant beasts gave Ackermanmon a new idea .

"What if race is defined by bloodline?"

"Do monsters count as a race?"

"Are the Abyss Seeds considered a race? Do they also have their own bloodline?"

Thinking of this, Ackermanmon seems to have the answer.

"So the concept of the race in the oath of the crown of wisdom may be a group that can be separated from other wisdom species and reproduce and inherit on its own."

"Can I turn ghouls into races like monsters and abyss?"

Ackermanmon wrote: "I can create a prop like Kurmis, and then use this prop as the core to create a race that does not require blood, and inherits and reproduces with the plague blood curse."

"No, I can directly use the first plan: the props used by the apostles to collect obsessions and carry oaths."

"It's just right!"

As Ackermanmon wrote, he summoned the Plague Blood Curse from within himself.

This plague blood curse is twisted and sinister, with the terrible power of the curse, it looks like a large number of bugs are intertwined.

This also inspired Ackerman, who wrote while looking at the Plague Blood Curse.

"I can use this tool to carry and collect obsessions, and based on my obsessions and power like a curse, I can sense and pursue those who are remorseful before death and long for immortality."

"After his death, he will combine his spirit and desire to give birth to a new plague blood curse seed."

"In the end, it evolved into a kind of extraordinary primitive life that is similar to a monster and does not need blood."

Ackermanmon wrote, "Maybe it was a bug."

"This kind of worm has no wisdom, but the worm can devour the blood of wisdom in the corpse and gradually take shape."

"In the end, a brand new consciousness was born, controlling this corpse and turning it into a brand new ghoul."

Ackermann wrote faster and faster, and the final form of the ghoul gradually became complete in his design and mind.

"Whether it's a winged man, a lizard man, or a snake man, anyone who is matched with this item will be born with a corpse worm after death."

"Even on the corpses of those animals, corpse worms may be born."

"It's just that the corpse worms born in animals have no potential. Like other corpse worms, they can't quickly gain wisdom, and they can also advance all the way."

"But as long as life exists, as long as death exists, ghouls exist forever.

"Ghouls do not rely on blood for inheritance, but rely on the seeds of the Plague Blood Curse to multiply. They are like a living curse."

Ackermann wrote heartily, he did not create a brand new bloodline species, but he envisioned a brand new extraordinary race similar to monsters.

Ackermann thought.

This new ghoul is more complete and more in line with his vision.

As an apostle, he is ready to collect the blood of God, as well as his future strength and path.

In the end, Ackermann wrote down his ultimate goal.

"The third plan: the gods."

After hesitating for a long time, Ackermann wrote down three words.

"pyramid?"

"Ritual?"

"Divine magic props?"

Ackermann added a question mark after each paragraph.

This paragraph is the most elusive thing that Ackermann feels, because he has too little information.

"Kurmis integrated himself into a prop, and then made potion plants and mutant beasts."

"Let the lizardmen plant and collect potions and spar born in the body of mutant beasts, and finally accept sacrifices to collect divine blood. Through this method, a large amount of divine blood is collected to become a god."

Akerman can understand these processes, and he can even do it himself.

But in the end.

Ackerman stopped, he found a problem.

A difficult problem to understand and solve.

After absorbing so much alien blood, why isn't Kurmis crazy?

"How did Kurmis get around the madness and backlash brought about by devouring the blood of aliens?"

"If he can't get around it."

"Isn't this completely turning yourself into a prop, without even any trace of consciousness and existence?"

This path, which Ackermanmon witnessed from Kurmis, is the path to become a mythological prop.

only.

Kurmis did not choose to become a mythical prop, he just wanted to create a mythical prop and become a stepping stone for him to gain spiritual authority.

However, Ackermann didn't know that, he regarded this set as the orthodox way to become a god.

However, from the very beginning, Ackerman had no way of becoming a demigod. His divine blood had already been polluted, and becoming a prop was his only destiny.

But now, he lacks the most crucial thing.

Divine Grace Quadrangle Secret Technique.

Only this four-division secret technique originated from Anhofuss and the royal blood-born Samo family can make the mythical props born without falling into madness.

Ackermann didn't have this method, so he was stuck in a dead end at the moment.

He also realized that he lacked a certain key thing, so the system's secret technique of becoming a **** can no longer be broken through with ordinary wisdom.

That requires the accumulation of generations, and the succession of generations of geniuses.

"How to do?"

"How can we solve this problem?"

Ackermann couldn't solve this problem, he didn't know where to start.

Ackerman pondered on this question in the car without sleep. He seemed to be gradually withered, and in the end he was really thin like a corpse.

"Want to take an adventure?"

"The end of the adventure is only failure."

"No, this is an absolutely failed adventure, and it doesn't make any sense."

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On this day, the convoy, which had been moving forward, stopped.

Looking at the time, it was not dark yet, and the destination Red Clay City had not been reached.

However, Ackermann in the carriage didn't sense it at all. Now he just wants to know how to solve the problem of madness and how to become a real god.

The old ghoul opened the curtain of the car and crawls outside respectfully.

"Your Majesty!"

Described as withered, or even decadent, Ackerman looked at the old ghoul.

"Didn't I say, don't disturb me?"

The old ghoul said, "A cavalry is raiding in the village ahead, blocking our way."

Recently, small-scale conflicts have broken out between the Red Earth Territory and the Dranworth Territory. Such a situation often occurs in the bordering areas of the two sides, looting and killing, without sleep.

Most soldiers join the war to make a fortune, and they are more interested in looting villages and towns than in war and fighting.

Ackermanmon: "Don't worry about them, we'll come over later."

The team obeyed the order and waited until everything was over before setting off.

The caravan passed the road in the village in front, and there was not a single living person in sight.

The women and children were taken away, and all their belongings were looted.

The arrogant soldiers even set a fire and set the house on fire. There were still charred corpses in the house. I don't know if they were burned like this after they died, or if they were locked in the house and burned to death. of.

Sitting in the car, Akerman also smelled the smell of burnt and strong blood.

He got down from the carriage, lowered his head, and saw corpses all over the road of the village, as well as the burning fire and black smoke of the houses on the roadside.

However, there was no wavering on his face, who was used to seeing death, he just said a word.

"Plunder each other, kill each other, devour each other."

"It looks like."

"There seems to be a ghoul hidden in everyone's body."

Ackerman was about to turn around and leave when a "corpse" on the road suddenly moved.

He looked over, and it turned out that it was a young male snake man who had not completely died.

But looking at his appearance, he won't live long.

The man was lying on the ground, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

His eyes looked at the sky, his mouth trembled, as if he was saying something.

Ackerman was suddenly interested. He wanted to hear what a person wanted to say before he died.

When he got closer, he heard the shrill voice from the man.

"Gods!"

"The Supreme Creator!"

"The **** of life..."

"Please...please...take me to your country..."

As the man spoke, he gradually swallowed and stared.

At this moment, Ackerman really felt that something disappeared from his body, and it seemed to go to another dimension.

He couldn't see it, but he could feel it faintly.

Or in other words, every powerful person can feel this change, but they can't directly touch it and can't stop it.

Because this is the rule set by the creator, and it is a gift protected by the master of dreams.

Of course Akerman knew about this myth, a legend that has been handed down since the beginning of the era.

"The sweet dream of life."

"The law set by the supreme god."

"All wisdom will be attributed to the kingdom of the gods, the eternal dream sea of ​​stars."

Ackermann had even seen such a painting.

King Smerkel of Suinhor traveled through the Fantasy Star Sea under the leadership of God Iva and saw his old friend who died.

Thinking of this, Ackerman's decadent face suddenly wavered.

Ackerman, who was stuck in a dead end, seemed to have found a breakthrough and suddenly thought of something.

He returned to the carriage, took out the projection prop, and cast the picture he saw in the Pyramid of the Feathered Serpent.

He looked at the frescoes in the castle hall one by one, and finally settled on one of them.

in the mural.

A huge passage opened in the sky, leading directly to the dream world, which is the kingdom of the gods in the myth of the Snake Man.

A white mythical door looms in it.

But besides that, there are other things.

A bubble emitting colorful light floats in the dream world, and there seems to be a slate inside.

Extending from the slate, two lines lead to the human world, pulling on the two figures.

One was Shana, the former city lord of Mei Ya City, and the other was vaguely human.

Because the painting is too abstract, it looks like a tangled ball of thread.

The two were pulled toward the dream world like a marionette.

When Ackermann first saw this painting, he thought it was just two unfortunate people who died in the disaster of the evil god, just like Kurmis who turned into a feathered snake.

But at this moment, Ackerman felt something different.

"This is?"

"A dream of life?"

Kurmis just painted the picture he saw at the beginning, but Ackermann got a glimpse of the truth from the picture.

Some people made their dream of life into a prop to manipulate and influence the world.

It seems that the advent of the evil **** and the arrival of natural disasters are not the beginning, but an arranged final outcome.

And the city lord that Kurmis used to be loyal to was just a **** of someone else.

Maybe even a sacrifice.

"It's not that the city of Meiya suffered an unwarranted disaster, but that everything has been arranged, and everything has long been doomed."

"That city lord is just a pawn, a **** to welcome the coming of the gods."

Ackermanmon's always indifferent expression changed completely.

Shocked, dazed, ecstatic, various expressions flowed through his eyes one after another.

What made him excited was not the discovery of the ancient truth, but the idea of ​​using the dream of life to integrate and pull the props.

"Using the dream of life and props together to create an extraordinary power that can interfere with the human world in the dream world."

"Who came up with this?"

"The **** of original sin?"

"Genius, god-like conception."

"Breaking the limit, breaking the conventional idea."

Ackerman was very excited.

But in the end, it turned into loneliness.

"It's... amazing!"

Ackermann felt that he was also a genius, not inferior to Thurlow's genius.

But when he finally researched into mysticism, he began to feel intimidated by the limit of human intelligence.

Can anyone really break the dead end?

Did someone really find a way to myth in that doomed madness?

And those gods, how far their wisdom has reached, have they seen through all the secrets of the world and mastered the real supreme truth?

At this moment.

He also saw that someone dared to take advantage of the laws of creation.

Put the dream of life into the kingdom of the gods as a prop to carry out a plan to control the world.

The other party is the one who is truly free from all restraints, carrying out the most arrogant fantasies, and doing the most unscrupulous things.

The once-sudden battle of gods seemed to have become infinitely exciting.

The mortals are chess pieces, the gods calculated each other, and finally the evil **** of original sin fell into the abyss of filth.

However, what the specific truth is, Ackerman is also unknown.

But this time.

But he found his own way.

Ackerman fell on his latest idea on "The Third Project: Gods".

"I can attach the dream of my life to the prop that carries the obsession, and refine it to become a part of this prop, and my memories and dreams will exist on it forever."

"I will die, I will lose everything, this I will even disappear."

"But death is not the end."

Ackermanmon wrote and said it in his mouth.

"It's... a new beginning~lightnovelpub.net~ I will meet a new future in death."

"All the ghouls will be the carriers of my memory, the body of my rebirth."

"I will become a symbol of immortality."

Ackermann knew that this method was not the right way to reach the gods.

He may be able to become an immortal being, but he cannot gain the authority of the myth.

"But as long as you don't die, even if you don't have that method, you won't have the authority of the gods."

"I can still exist forever."

"And, one day I will find that way."

Ackerman's writing hand trembled a little, and his eyes showed infinite yearning and anticipation. He felt as if he had broken free from the cage and touched that free country.

"I will escape all the shackles of this world, the shackles of the world, and the damned fate."

"No one can hurt me, no one can kill me, no one can manipulate my fate."

"I will get it."

"True freedom."

Ackerman put down his pen and covered his face.

Laughing wildly, as if completely out of control.

It's just that even if this method is successful, is Ackermann still Ackermann himself in the end?

Everything dissipated, leaving only the constant duplication of memories and dreams.

Just like the former Shana and Carmon.

But Ackermann didn't seem to retreat, just like what Thurro said.

"The world often has no choice."