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The head of the Hell Legion is dead.

At this time, a short "iron stuffy can" ran down from the entrance of the secret passage cautiously.

A large number of ghosts followed behind him, each wearing the same clothes and hanging the same pendant.

But as the "iron stuffy can" descended to the bottom, after passing through the narrow entrance, the crowded light and shadow exploded and scattered into a group.

At the same time, it gradually changed to its original appearance.

The God's Punishment Squad from the temple hasn't come here at all, they are all ghosts in disguise.

Naplow rushed to the head of the army excitedly, screaming like he was looking at a rare treasure.

"Ahhh!"

He couldn't wait to take off the armor on his body. He had done this action many times before, but this time he took it off smoothly. Those things that had stuck to his body like roots before, pulled all of them with his strength. All fell down.

He lifted off the cloak that the other party had been covering his body all the time, and took off his helmet, wanting to see what the other party was.

This guy has been hiding himself under the cloak, and Naplow is also very curious.

In the end, he found that the helmet and armor could not be pulled off, and this guy's flesh and blood had grown together with the armor.

It turned out that this guy was also a monster.

"Yeah!"

Naplow didn't see the appearance of the other party and felt bored.

On the other hand, he skillfully untied the glove, stretched out his palm and pressed it towards the other party.

However, just when he wanted to turn the general commander into his own ghost, a force stopped him.

Naplow released his palm in panic.

I saw a ray of light shooting down from the sky, penetrating the house and the ground and falling on the head of the legion.

The divine soldier named the Helmet of the Black Warrior turned transparent little by little with the light, and finally floated to a high place and disappeared.

It turns out that the magic weapon is really a weapon made by the gods through the master craftsman.

Every master craftsman will spend his whole life tempering himself into a magic weapon, and will enter the kingdom of God with him after his death. This magic weapon cannot be taken away by others, because it was originally forged with the power of God. made.

What the gods give, the gods will eventually take back.

Looking at this scene, Naplow couldn't help covering his stomach and laughing.

"Hey Hey!"

Then he pointed to the sky and yelled.

"Ah!"

It turned out that even a guy like the head of the legion can enter the Kingdom of God after death.

Naplow is more eager for power. After possessing power, not only can he do whatever he wants while alive, but he can also be superior to others after death.

He understood a truth.

What morality, what emotion, what loyalty, all are bullshit.

In this world, being strong and powerful is everything.

Naplow began to search for the things left by the leader of the legion. He wanted to know the whole way of the road of power, even if he did not follow the path of the master craftsman, it would also point him in the right direction.

He returned to the top and began to search from house to house.

When he opened a room, he saw a familiar figure.

It was the child he and the black sword warrior brought back.

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Dwarf men are tall and strong, and they like to grow thick beards when they grow up. They look very powerful and imposing.

The female skeleton of the dwarves still looks very large, not tall, but very fit.

If the figure is enlarged, it really feels like a mythical creation. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, the gods are men with mighty beards, and women are fit and tall.

"ah?"

He didn't expect that this guy was still alive, he thought that the legion commander had already dealt with him.

This seems to be a big problem, coming from a certain powerful force called "Temple".

The head of the legion seemed to be afraid of something, and he didn't dare to attack directly.

The same is true for Naplow. He thought of the frightened appearance of the legion commander, and knew that this should be an organization so powerful that it was unimaginable, and he didn't want to rashly offend others.

"Ah!"

He directly dragged the girl and hurried outside.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he led the other party out of the edge of Anchor Town, pointed to the leaving road in the distance, and made a signature sound.

"Ah!"

Naplow stamped his foot and told him to get out of here.

However, what Naplow didn't expect was that the child from the temple reached out to him.

"Come with me."

"I'll take you to the temple."

Naplow looked at each other and thought.

"Shrine?"

"That should be a very strong place."

If it was before, Naplow might agree.

After all, there was a guy before who just told him that there were beds and food in a certain place, and he just ran away. If a big force asked him to join, why hesitate?

But now, there have been some changes in Naplow.

He saw how the legion commander seized and controlled everything through power, and also saw how the black sword warrior was loyal, but in the end he was killed and abandoned by the legion master like garbage, and he also saw that a guy like the legion master can enter the gods. country.

He no longer desires to be strong in others, he now wants to be strong himself.

He doesn't need any master and join any forces.

because.

He wants to be the master of others and build his own power.

Naplow waved his hand in refusal, and at this moment chaos erupted in the town.

The black warriors of the Hell Legion found something wrong one after another. They realized that the shackles on their bodies had been untied, and some people were panicked, not knowing what happened.

Some people took advantage of the chaos and started to flee, and some people started to take advantage of the fire to rob.

"Ah!"

Naplow is in a hurry, but he still hasn't got what he wants.

He stomped his feet angrily and yelled at the other party, looking like he was in a rage.

From the girl's point of view, he was urging herself to leave quickly, to leave this dangerous place quickly.

In fact, this is indeed the case, but the reason behind it is completely different from what the two people imagined.

The girl took one look at him and finally started to run away.

Visibility was low in the middle of the night, but it disappeared after a while.

Naplow immediately ran back anxiously.

finally.

He found what he wanted in the army chief's study.

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Those were the two books that were originally hidden in the secret compartment, and now they were taken out and packed in a prepared box, together with some of the most precious treasures that the legion commander had searched for over the years.

As expected, the head of the legion was already preparing to run away, but now, he couldn't take these things with him, and all of them belonged to Puluo.

Naplow immediately let the ghost take the box, drilled into the tunnel where the legion leader escaped before, and ran towards the outside.

Dust all the way.

Naplow controlled the ghost of the black sword warrior, and got out of a cave in some embarrassment.

He looked at the ghost who was thrown out with the box behind him, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something missing from the other person.

"Huh."

"What about your poetry collection?"

The black sword warrior didn't answer, and Naplow just asked casually.

The two of them set off together with the box.

For the first time, Naplow felt free.

He threw off the helmet that was once put on his head by the legion commander, and then strode away towards the distance.

After Naplow left.

In the early morning of the next day, the divine punishment team from the temple really came.

Those notorious lunatic Darth Vaders were wiped out, and the famous Hell Legion also disappeared.

But they searched the whole town, but they couldn't find the head of the Black Prison Legion. The other party seemed to disappear out of thin air.

The captain of the God's Punishment Squad did not find the villain, but he did find the hidden underground passage.

"It seems that the other party escaped from here."

Beside the captain of the God's Punishment Squad, there was a girl following him.

The girl seemed to be looking for something too, but she saw nothing and felt a little lost.

But soon, she discovered something.

She hurried over and picked up a book.

Captain God's Punishment also followed and found that it was a collection of poems.

"Poetry of Bremen."

"It's a very rare and precious book. I didn't expect this kind of evil person to read such an ancient book."

"It is said that this is something handed down from a very old ship."

"The original version has long since disappeared into the years, but it has been passed down orally in the mouths of some ancient beings."

The girl thought of the dwarven warrior who always held a black knife, and shook her head.

"It's not that villain's, it's a samurai with a black knife."

More and more people came here and reported the whole situation. The captain of the God's Punishment Squad nodded and told the girl beside him.

"I didn't find the person who saved you, maybe..."

"It's gone."

The girl didn't say anything, but held the poetry book tightly.

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Naplow walked among the various cities of the Iron Kingdom, and he unified all the underground dark forces that were previously controlled by the head of the Black Prison Army in private.

He also put on a black cloak like the Legion Commander, and never showed his true colors.

The Legion Master established the Black Hell Legion, and he also established a force called the Hell Legion.

Perhaps, he also hopes to control everyone and enslave everyone like the head of the legion.

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Lock everyone in their own prison, whip and whip everyone like a prison warden.

he thinks.

If you want not to be imprisoned by others, then imprison others.

If you don't want to be someone else's slave, then be someone else's master.

Naplow used the method of a master craftsman to build his body into something similar to a divine weapon, but he did not seek the blessings of the gods, but through his strange talent, he would be turned into a ghost by others. The power to enhance their own "magic soldiers".

Perhaps it was because in the deepest part of his heart, he was unwilling to accept even being imprisoned and restrained by the gods.

The day when the "Shen Bing" was refined.

A black hole-like mark appeared on his chest, and anyone who was killed by him would fall into that black hole.

The black hole will lead to an illusory place, and those ghosts will be trapped in it, enslaved and controlled by him.

People in the dark world call this magical weapon the gate of hell, and all those who have seen its power tremble when mentioning its name.

Gradually, Naplow's reputation far surpassed the head of the legion, and became a big figure in the dark world of the entire Iron Kingdom.

Also known as the King of Hell.

The capital of the Iron Kingdom.

Deep in the bustling and lively neighborhood not far from the palace, in a hidden and mysterious building.

Naplow, who has become a young man, sits at the head of a hall. Under his seat, there are ghosts of powerful people who are also hidden under black robes, also known as the messenger of death.

Anyone who dares to resist Naplow will be given death, and an ending more terrible than death.

Naplow sat on a high seat, looking down at the people below. Some of those people were carefully looking at him and the ghosts, but they quickly lowered their heads in fear as his gaze swept over.

"Da da!"

"Da da!"

The hall was very quiet, except for the sound of his fingers tapping on the railing.

He didn't know why he wanted to do this, he seemed to feel that doing so represented strength and control over everything.

"All here?"

There was a row of servants kneeling in the hall, each of whom looked to be of high status, either rich or noble.

Some of these people belong directly to him, and they are members of the Hell Legion.

Some people, the nobles of the kingdom, bowed down under him because of his strength and might.

There are also some people, because Naplow has held their hands, they can only be manipulated by him unwillingly.

but.

There is no doubt that these people are enslaved by Naplow.

He finally became a powerful and powerful person, and he also possessed the power over everyone.

Naplow leaned over and asked those present a question.

"My servant."

"Today I want to know where and where the Iron Kingdom will attack next."

"Also, what is the actual situation of the Iron Kingdom, and how long can it last in this race war?"

That voice is directly reflected in everyone's heart, and it is the unique way of spiritual communication for the powerful.

He used many methods, but he still couldn't speak, but after becoming a powerful person, this didn't seem to be so important.

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"It's been fighting for almost ten years. The kingdom's current mobilization of soldiers is seriously insufficient, and various problems have appeared among the people. The control of the kingdom is constantly declining. The situation is very pessimistic." The kneeling people looked at each other in blank dismay, but finally Still one person spoke.

"In terms of military affairs, the next step for the Kingdom is to set up an ambush in the Deya Forest, and launch a general attack on the tree people there, in order to regain the situation. After all, it is easier to control the tree people when we fight against the sea mermaids. "The former person talked about the situation inside the kingdom, and a guy who looked like a general talked about more exciting information.

"It's not just pessimistic. In the face of the joint attack of the Mermaid Darkscale Kingdom and the Treeman Alliance Autumn Leaf Tribe, the king has decided to send envoys to various countries. If the Platinum Kingdom and the Tin Kingdom do not send troops to rescue, what will happen next? It's hard to predict." Even before the envoys were dispatched, the news had already reached here.

This shows Naplow's current power in the Iron Kingdom.

He is not the king of the iron kingdom on the bright side, but he has gradually climbed to the throne of the king of the dark world of the iron kingdom.

"Deja Forest?"

Naplow got the news he wanted and nodded with satisfaction.

He likes war, because war can bring darkness and death, and darkness and death are his strength.

next.

He led his **** legion to the Deya forest area.

He made arrangements in more than a dozen surrounding cities, and then waited for the war to start.

As the war horns of the dwarves and treants blew, a large number of people died like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The tall treants lined up to charge, hundreds of dwarf soldiers were killed, and the raging fire broke out, turning the forest into ashes.

Deep in the forest, Naplow stood on the canopy of a large tree.

He opened his arms, and saw the huge ritual array unfolding under his feet, spreading his power around the battlefield.

"bring it on!"

"Come, be my ghost, my soldier."

"Everyone will become my prisoner, my strength."

"I am your master."

As the corpses fell one by one, a large number of ghosts went deep into the ground, and then rushed towards Naplow.

In the end, it gathered into his chest.

He has a terrible tattoo on his chest, like a huge hole, or a mouth that swallows everyone.

He is constantly transforming those dead people into ghosts, and then taking them into his own body.

He could feel that his strength was constantly getting stronger.

He is like a ball of flame, and the sentient beings are firewood, igniting him.

The more people die, the stronger Naplow becomes.

Not long ago, he had already become a Tier 3 powerful person in this way, which was already the pinnacle of this world, and also the pinnacle of mortals.

He can also be said to be one of the most powerful people in the Iron Kingdom.

But he still didn't feel enough, he felt that this power was far from filling his chest and body.

He was drawing strength wantonly.

It wasn't until this war ended that Naplow stopped unwillingly.

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He looks out at the world, longingly.

"If I could swallow an entire city, or even an entire country, how powerful would I be?"

But in other words, Naplow didn't dare to really do it.

Because in this world, the dwarves still have a powerful force.

shrine.

Naplow raised his head and looked at the light source above his head.

As he became more and more powerful and mastered more and more things, he also gradually learned some secrets that ordinary people could not know.

In this world, there is a group of immortals.

Those guys come from the Kingdom of God above their heads.

It's a group of unimaginably powerful guys, a group of guys who will never die.

The people who built the temple were said to be a few immortals among the dwarves. They specially recruited the talented and powerful people among the dwarves and taught them their powerful power. This is where the original master craftsman came from.

Naplow felt that he was not strong enough, at least not able to face such an existence.

Once he caught the other party's attention, he might be like the previous legion commander, thinking about fleeing far away in panic all day long, and even being found and killed by the other party.

Looking at the light source above his head, Naplow suddenly felt that there seemed to be many unimaginable secrets hidden in this world.

And all the people inside are like being locked in a huge bottle.

At this time, the ghost of the black sword warrior next to Naplow suddenly spoke again.

He sat in the corner and read the contents of the book of poems again.

"Everyone is a little man in a bottle, forever bound by something."

"Either from others, or from yourself."

Naplow looked at the sky, but spoke.

"I'm different."

"I will never be bound by anything, whoever tries to bind me, whatever is binding me, I will break it."

"I won't die, even if I die, I won't go to that kingdom of gods."

Naplow went back with the ghost of the black sword warrior. When he left the burning forest, he suddenly turned his head and looked into the dark depths on the side.

"who is it?"

He seemed to feel something, but after looking for a long time, he saw nothing.

Naplow released his powerful mental power to search the surroundings, but still found nothing, so he had to leave in the end.

And after he left, a shadow appeared in the darkness.

A transparent shadow.

It was Polik who had disappeared for a long time.

Polik looked at the grown-up Naplow, who was still rebellious and inhuman, but much more mature than the previous ceramic villain.

He nodded slightly, as if he saw that everything was going as expected.

subsequently.

Polik took out a hedron.

He activated the spar, and saw pictures reflected in it.

You can see the picture of the three-leaf man in the ancient times, and you can see a villain in a flask clinging to the glass bottle and shouting and screaming at a certain royal blood, and you can also see Stuen fighting a certain mythical shadow screen.

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Polik looked at the mythical shadow and summoned the power of original sin with a wave of his hand, and a huge door of truth was erected behind his hand.

Between the influx and exhalation of power, all living beings turned into statues, and ghosts wandered around the holy mountain.

"The villain in the bottle."

"You have lost the authority of the door of truth and the light of original sin, and all that remains is the authority of this ghost."

At the beginning of everything, the first person to create a ghost is the villain in a bottle.

Polik looked at the shadow in the picture, lowered his head and said.

"You are the oldest myth, and you were once Xiao's master."

"It must be very reconciled to be played by her now!"

Polik extracted a part of the spar and threw it out, and the light of memory turned into a ray of light and chased the sky.

It's like, instinctively chasing your own coordinates in this world.

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Back in a room.

There was no one else here, and Naplow took off the black robe he always wore.

It can be seen that Naplow has grown a lot taller in his youth, but he looks as thin and shriveled as before, and looks malnourished.

He felt the expanding power in his body, and having power gave him an unparalleled sense of security.

"Third-order power!"

"But, is Tier 3 the limit?"

"In the future, is there a stronger power?"

Naplow thought of the rumored immortals again, and he felt that those guys should have powers above Tier 3.

"There must be something else, the power to gain longevity, even an unimaginably long lifespan."

He even thought of a name.

"god!"

Is God also a kind of realm that can be possessed after reaching a certain level of strength?

Naplow thought about it, and gradually fell into a coma.

He dozed off.

After absorbing so many ghosts, the power becomes stronger.

The huge amount of divine blood was burning in his body, as if it had activated something in his body, making him faintly remember something.

The memory seemed to belong to him, but not to him.

In that memory, he seemed to see himself becoming another existence.

A little man locked in a flask.

He lives in a place he has never seen before, in a wild but primitive world and era, the sky there is completely different from the sky he knows, it is unimaginably high, and a group of ancient and powerful races live there.

The sun is shining brightly there, the night there is full of stars, and the world there is truly endless.

But when he raised his head, what he saw was a disgusting cork.

He couldn't escape that bottle.

I can only look at the outside world in the glass bottle.

And that small bottle made him feel strongly uneasy.

Because he feels that as long as someone breaks this bottle, he can be given death.

So he hates the bottle and yet depends on it.

"The villain in the bottle?"

"Is there really a villain in a bottle?"

Naplow remembered the words in Breman's collection of poems ~lightnovelpub.net~ He always thought it was a comparison, but now he discovered that there really is such a thing.

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But then, Naplow put this illusion behind him.

Because he saw the existence that was contained in the bottle, how powerful it was.

He saw that the other party summoned a brilliant light, killing all the lives in a radius of several miles in an instant, and he saw that the other party crossed the distance of space and directly bestowed power on his believers.

He saw someone chanting the name of the evil **** in the bottle, and she was able to send the power thousands of miles away.

She saw the villain in the bottle turn into a shadow of myth to fight against another myth, and the fight was turned upside down.

Naplow was terrified, but yearned for that power.

"No, it's not a villain in a bottle."

"This is God!"

"God."

Looking at these scattered pictures, Naplow seemed to recall something and vaguely understood something.

"No, why do I remember this?"

"Why do I see these pictures from the perspective of a god?"

"just like…"

"I'm just like her?"

Excited, he suddenly woke up.

And Naplow yelled after waking up, it was the name of the villain in the bottle spoken in the words of wisdom.

He could finally speak.

This also seems to have opened up another restriction that was tied to the body.