lime town.

The person who belongs to the fire, that is, the small building of the mayor of this small town.

This place has long been turned into a lair of ghouls, and the original mayor's family has also become ghouls, accompanying them at the end of the group of ghouls.

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

"boom!"

Ackermann pushed open the door and walked out.

The distressed look just now completely disappeared, and his hair was also meticulously taken care of after changing a suit of clothes.

And the face that was cloudy and cloudy due to 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 master, looking a little creepy.

"His Majesty!"

"Owner!"

Ackermann gave the order: "Go back to the Red Territory."

Although Kurmis seemed to have no way to leave the pyramid, Akmanmon was still worried that he had other means.

For example, the way Kurmis used a seed to attach to the lizardman just now has shown that the apostle's methods are far beyond the comparison of ordinary powerful people.

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

"His Majesty!"

"Has it been successful?"

The old ghoul understood what Ackermann's purpose was for his trip, and what he wanted to do.

But Akmanmon didn't answer, but walked outside.

"Walk!"

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

As soon as Akmanmon left, Anu, the lizard man on the back, led the lizard people to Lime Town, but it was still a step too late.

"The fireman is gone?"

"A caravan just left during the night?"

Anu was not reconciled, and led people to follow the traces of the strange caravan.

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

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

The lizard people were extremely angry and felt that they were full of anger and could not vent it.

"Just let that guy run away like this?"

"Our companions can't die in vain."

"Make him pay."

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 dark and not come out. As long as there is a little shadow under the light, the death knell of their demise has already sounded."

Anu let most of the lizardmen go back to the village, and he took two lizardmen and set off for another destination, taking the task given to him by Kurmis.

"Let's go to the Fire City."

The three lizardmen wore cloaks and headed for Suinhor's capital.

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Akerman was on his way back to the red soil.

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

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

In the car, he summed up all the gains of this trip, and even separated the pictures in his memory, and made them into images to watch repeatedly.

Pyramids, potions, murals, pots of gold.

There is also the huge Feathered Serpent Divine Grace Puppet that is controlled by countless vines in that thought.

One picture after another took turns.

While watching, Akmanmon was writing furiously in the barrier.

Occasionally, there is some experimentation and experimentation.

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

Akmanmon also felt a strong sense of crisis, not only from the madness in his body constantly eroding his sanity, but also from external factors.

Thurrow's incident at the beginning was too big and terrible.

Now that the ghouls have reappeared on the giant island of Ruhe, it is impossible not to attract people's attention.

Not just mortals.

It might even be.

God.

Akmanmon had to race against time to win that chance of survival.

all the time.

Ackermann has been trying his best to avoid the situation that Thuro faced at the beginning, avoiding the situation where there was no choice in the end.

But when it came to him, he found that his situation was very similar to Thurrow's back then.

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

It was only at this moment that Ackerman could truly understand the meaning of Thurrow's words.

"The real strong is the one who opens up his own path in the absence of choice."

Akman lowered his head, and the pen suddenly exerted a lot of force. After a long time, he exhaled and continued to write.

"Fourth level, divine grace technique, the three elements are condensed into divine grace stone, and the following steps can be adjusted."

"It can be adjusted according to the abyss divine grace, and you can choose your own path of apostle."

This is one of the gains that Akmanmon got during his trip to the Feathered Serpent Pyramid.

Akmanmen took out the "Abyss Divine Grace" from the shelf, opened it, and marked the three elements.

"Curse Seal, Divine Blood, Spirit."

Ghouls were born from the Plague Blood Curse, and Ackermanmon's congealed seal is also the Plague Blood Curse.

but.

There is a big problem here.

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

Akmanmon will fall further into purgatory because he becomes an apostle, and can only use the power of the abyss to hold himself back.

He is tantamount to being on the single-plank bridge between purgatory and the abyss.

Destined to fall into one of the two.

But now Ackermenmon neither wants to fall into the flames of purgatory, nor into the darkness of the abyss.

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

But the bright side is.

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

"It must be changed to a curse seal."

"It is also impossible to condense mythical organs according to the method in "Abyss Divine Grace". There is a problem with this paragraph, and there is a trap set by the evil **** of the abyss."

Ackerman immediately thought of his previous idea.

In the way that ghouls condense their obsessions about immortality and death, and then imitate the Lord of Purgatory, they condense into a vow similar to the curse of ghouls.

Ackermann was thinking.

If the power of this oath is used to replace the curse of condensing the plague blood curse.

What kind of apostle would he become?

If he used this oath to swear to the Wisdom Crown again, and let the content of this oath become an eternal racial oath, what would it look like?

Ackermann made up his mind.

Decided to first create an item similar to the Alchemist's Lamp of the Deed, and the Witch's Book of Witches.

Then let it absorb the obsession of those ghouls and turn it into a thing that bears the oath.

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

Ackerman wrote a lot in his notebook, and he sorted out all the information and knowledge he got from Thuro, Abyss, and Feathered Serpent Kurmis almost without sleep.

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

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

Not only did he decide on all his next plans, but he also completely combined what he had thought and learned before.

"Plan 1: Apostles"

"Make 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, and use it to become an apostle."

Next, Ackermann wrote down his second plan.

"Plan II, Race."

To make the Wisdom Crown Pledge, one must have a race that is governed and controlled by oneself.

This is the power that Ackerman wants to have in the future, and it is also the way of the future.

But another problem arises.

Are ghouls a race?

Although Akmanmon failed to get Kurmis's method of making brown ball vines and lizardmen during this trip, the way Kurmis made potions and then made mutated beasts gave Akmanmon a brand new idea .

"What if race is defined by blood?"

"Do monsters count as a race?"

"Are the abyssal species a race? Do they also have their own blood?"

Thinking of this, Ackerman seemed to have the answer.

"So the concept of race in the oath of the crown of wisdom may be a group that can separate from other intelligent species and reproduce and inherit independently."

"Can I turn ghouls into races like monsters and abyssal species?"

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

"No, I can directly use the first plan: the props used to collect obsessions and promises in the apostles."

"It's just right!"

As Akmanmon wrote, he summoned the Plague Blood Curse from his body.

This plague blood curse is distorted and gloomy, with the terrifying power of the curse, it looks like a large number of bugs intertwined together.

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

"I can use this prop to carry and collect obsessions, and according to my own obsessions and curse-like power, I can sense and pursue those who regret before death and long for immortality."

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

"Eventually evolved into an extraordinary primitive life entity that is similar to a monster and does not need blood."

Akman wrote based on what he thought of based on the form of the plague blood curse: "Maybe it's a kind of bug."

"This kind of bug has no wisdom, but the bug can swallow 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 by this item will give birth to corpse-eating insects after death."

"Even the corpses of those animals may be born with corpse-eating worms."

"It's just that the corpse-eating insects born in animals have no potential. Like other corpse-eating insects, they can't quickly acquire wisdom and progress all the way."

"But as long as life exists, as long as death exists, ghouls will always exist.

"Ghouls do not rely on bloodlines to inherit, but rely on the seeds of the plague blood curse to reproduce. They are like a living curse."

Ackermann wrote it heartily. He did not create a brand new blood species, but he imagined a new extraordinary race similar to monsters.

Ackermann thought.

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

Became an apostle, prepared the way to collect the blood of the gods, as well as his own future strength and path.

Finally, Ackermann wrote down his ultimate goal.

"The third plan: the gods."

Ackerman hesitated for a long time, and after careful consideration, he wrote down three words.

"pyramid?"

"ceremony?"

"Divine props?"

Ackerman added question marks after each paragraph.

This paragraph is the most elusive thing Ackerman feels, and he has too little information.

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

"Let the lizardmen plant and collect potions and spars born in the bodies of mutated beasts, and finally accept sacrifices to collect divine blood. This method collects a large amount of divine blood to become a god."

Ackermann can understand these processes, and he can even do them himself.

But at the end.

Ackermann stopped, and he found a problem.

A difficult problem to understand and solve.

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

"How did Kurmis avoid the madness and backlash brought about by devouring the alien blood?"

"If he can't get around it."

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

The path that Ackermenmon witnessed from Kurmis is the path to becoming a mythical item.

only.

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

But Akmanmon didn't know that he regarded this set as the orthodox path to becoming a god.

But from the very beginning, Akmanmon had no way to take the path of becoming a demigod. The blood in his body had already been polluted, and becoming a prop was his only destiny.

But now, he lacks the most crucial thing.

God's grace is divided into four secrets.

Only this four-point secret technique derived from Anhofus and the blood-blooded Samo family of the royal family can make the mythical props come into being without falling into madness.

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

He himself also realized that he lacked a certain key thing, such a system of mystic techniques for becoming a **** could no longer be broken through with ordinary wisdom.

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

"what to do?"

"How can we solve this problem?"

Ackerman couldn't solve the problem, he didn't know where to start.

Ackerman was thinking about this problem non-stop in the carriage, and he seemed to be gradually haggard, and finally became so thin that he really looked like a corpse.

"Want to take risks?"

"Adventures end in failure."

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

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

Judging by the time, it was not dark yet, and it had not yet reached the destination, Hongtu City.

However, Akmanmon in the carriage didn't sense it at all. He just wanted to know how to solve the problem of madness and how to become a real god.

The old ghoul opened the car curtain and crawled outside respectfully.

"His Majesty!"

The haggard, even decadent Ackerman looked at the old ghoul.

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

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

Small-scale conflicts have recently broken out between the Red Clay Territory and the Drumworth Territory. This situation often occurs in places where the two sides border each other, with looting and fighting without sleep.

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

Akmanmon: "Don't worry about them, I'll go there later."

The team obeyed the order and waited until it was all over before moving on.

The caravan passed by the road in the village ahead, and there was no living person in sight.

Women and children were taken away, and all belongings were looted.

Those 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 death, or they were locked up in the house and burned to death. of.

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

He got out of the carriage, looked down and saw corpses strewn all over the road in the village, as well as the raging fire and black smoke of the roadside houses.

But he, who was used to seeing death, didn't show any fluctuations on his face, he just said something.

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

"It looks."

"Inside everyone, there seems to be a ghoul."

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 hadn't completely died.

But judging by his appearance, he won't live long.

The man was lying on the ground with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes looked at the sky, his mouth was trembling, as if he was talking about something.

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

As he moved closer, he heard the man's soft voice.

"Gods!"

"The Supreme Creator!"

"The **** who rules life..."

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

As the man spoke, he gradually swallowed his breath and stared.

At this moment, Akmanmon really felt that something disappeared from his body, as if he had gone to another dimension.

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

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

Because this is the law set by the Creator, and it is a gift from the protection of the master of dreams.

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

"Life's sweet dream."

"The law set by the Supreme God."

"All wisdom will be attributed to the kingdom of the gods, the eternal fantasy star sea."

Ackermann had even seen such a painting.

King Smerkel of Suinhall traveled through the fantasy star sea under the leadership of God Iva, and saw his dead old friend.

Thinking of this, fluctuations suddenly appeared on Ackerman's decadent face.

Akmanmon, who was stuck in a deadlock, seemed to have found a breakthrough, and suddenly thought of something.

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

He looked at the murals 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 is looming in it.

But beyond that, there is something else.

A bubble of colorful light floats in the dream world, and it seems to have a stone slab inside.

Two lines extending from the stone slab lead to the world, and are drawn on the two figures.

One is Xia Na, the lord of Meiya City in the past, and the other doesn't look like a human being.

Because the drawing is too abstract, it looks like a mess of threads.

The two were pulled into the dream world like puppets on strings.

When Akmanmon saw this painting for the first time, he thought it was just two unlucky people who died in the disaster of evil gods, just like Kurmis who turned into a feathered snake.

But at this moment, Ackerman felt something different.

"This is?"

"The dream of life?"

Kurmis just drew down the picture he saw at the beginning, but Akmanmon glimpsed the truth from this picture.

Someone made the dream of his life into a prop to manipulate and influence the world.

The advent of evil gods and natural disasters does not seem to be the beginning, but an arranged final outcome.

And the city lord that Kurmis used to be loyal to is just a **** of others.

Maybe even an offering.

"It's not that Meiya City suffered an indiscriminate disaster, but that everything has been arranged long ago, and everything has long been doomed."

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

Akmanmon's always indifferent face changed completely.

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

It wasn't the discovery of an ancient truth that thrilled him, but the idea of ​​incorporating and pulling props with the dream of life.

"Use the dream of life and props to combine to create an extraordinary power that can interfere in the world in the dream world."

"Who came up with this?"

"Is it the God of Original Sin?"

"Genius, god-like conception."

"Break through the limits, break through the conventional assumptions."

Ackerman was very excited.

But in the end, it turned into loneliness.

"It's really... amazing!"

Akmanmon felt that he was also a genius, not inferior to Thurrow's genius.

But in the aspect of finally researching into mysticism, he began to feel terrified of the limit of human wisdom.

Can anyone really break the knot like a deadlock?

Did someone really find the way to the myth in the doomed madness?

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

now.

He even saw that someone dared to take advantage of the loopholes in the laws of creation.

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

The other party is the one who has truly broken away from all shackles, who is carrying out the wildest fantasies, doing the most unscrupulous things.

The battle of gods that seemed to erupt suddenly seemed to have become infinitely more exciting.

Mortals are pawns, the gods plot against each other, and in the end the evil **** of original sin fell into the abyss of filth.

But what the specific truth is, Akmanmon does not know.

But at this time.

He has found his own whole way.

Ackermann dropped his latest idea on "Plan 3: Gods."

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

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

"But death is not the end."

While writing, Ackermann spoke while still speaking.

"It's...a new beginning."

"I will meet a new future in death."

"All ghouls will become the carriers of my memories, the shells of my rebirth."

"I will become a symbol of immortality."

Akmanmon knew that this method was not the correct way to reach the gods.

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

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

"I can still exist forever."

"And, I'll find that way someday."

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

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

"No one can hurt me~lightnovelpub.net~ No one can kill me, no one can control my fate."

"I will get it."

"True freedom."

Ackermann put down his pen and covered his face.

Let out a maniacal laugh, as if completely out of control.

It's just that even if this method is successful, will Akmanmon be Akmanmon himself in the end?

Everything dissipated, leaving only memories and repeated repetitions of dreams.

Just like Shaner and Carmon in the past.

But Akmanmon didn't seem to retreat, just like what Thuro said.

"There are many times in this world that there is no choice."

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