[I am God! 】【】

Deep in the dream world.

The dark kingdom of hell, the towering throne of God.

A thin dwarf sitting on the throne looked back, his expression was full of horror and horror; the huge mythical shadow looked down, with unwilling persistence.

But if you look closely, the shadow is attached to the skinny dwarf, everything seems illusory, even the unwillingness and hatred.

The skinny dwarf is real and full of emotions, but his power comes from that illusory shadow, and all his stalwart and strength are like castles in the air.

Naplow looked at each other, and his hands on the armrests suddenly trembled.

His eye sockets opened further, and his mouth continued to enlarge. "God in a bottle."

"Why are you still here, haven't you become me?"

"How could you still show up?"

As if he had never heard of the shadow of the ancient evil god, he just lowered his head further and stared at him firmly.

Then, the previous words were repeated again.

"You promised me, are you done?"

"Naproses!"

"Did you kill that traitor Xiao?"

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When Naplow heard the name, he was suddenly in a trance.

He seemed to remember something.

He vaguely saw a world under endless black rain, and saw a tall and lean man sitting in front of a long white table.

He sat alone on the long table with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep, but when he looked closely, he found that his fingers were tapping on the table, and he seemed to be observing everything around him all the time.

Naplow felt that the other party was very familiar, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember who the other party was.

Naplow stood up, stepped forward a little bit, raised his head high and looked at the other party.

"Who is Xiao?"

"who are you?"

"Who am I?"

"Why am I here?" qqxδnew

"Where is the world I saw, outside of Royaan?"

He questioned the other party, wanting to know the truth of everything.

"What did I promise you?"

"I don't remember, I don't remember anything."

The shadow of the ancient evil **** understood something.

The answer seems to be, no.

The shadow straightened up little by little, and re-formed into the silhouette of a gray **** standing against the sky and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, his figure gradually disappeared from the height.

"It's all because of Xiao."

"I am the **** of knowledge, and I am the master of the gate of truth."

"I am the original myth."

"I should be the one who followed the Creator across the era."

"Xiao, I gave you strength, I gave you everything..."

The shadow kept talking, and he seemed to want to scream out these words in the most venomous tone, but in the end they all turned into cold whispers.

Until the end, declare the end with two bytes.

"Traitor~"

Naplow watched the shadow disappear, and suddenly felt a sharp pain rushing into his body.

He lowered his head, and saw that the power of myth in his body was also continuously dissipating, and the curse seal in his body was also stripped away, turning into billowing thick smoke and going away.

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"What?"... "What's going on here?"

He frantically stretched out his hand, wanting to keep those, but he could only watch those powers turn into thick smoke and dissipate past his fingertips.

Finally, into this **** country.

Naplow felt that his physical strength and authority were constantly being stripped away.

Naplow's divine name, its authority, its innate gifts.

Everything was taken away in an instant.

Or take it back.

"my power."

"My authority, my divine power."

He felt as if there was a sharp knife harvesting in his body, and he knelt on the ground in pain, screaming sharply.

It was only at this time that Naplow realized that those things were not born with him, but that he exchanged certain things in advance for the price.

If he wanted to truly become a god, he had to do certain things.

Otherwise, everything he gained would be lost at this moment.

Naplow knelt on the throne in pain, supported the throne and looked into the distance, stretching out a hand.

"God in a bottle, tell me."

"What did I promise you?"

"Kill Xiao?"

"Who is Xiao?"

He growled loudly in pain, screaming at the other party.

"Tell me, tell me everything!"

"If you don't tell me, how will I know what's going on?"

But no matter how he shouted, he couldn't restore the withdrawn authority and power, as well as the shadow of the myth that had gone away.

He could only watch everything about him dissipate, slowly and completely turning into a transparent soul body, a dead monarch in black.

He seems to be still strong, but he has lost everything.

He established the Kingdom of God in Hell, but he is not the real master of the Kingdom of God at this moment, he has also become a prisoner in this cage.

Moreover, a prisoner like him is not the same as a villain in a bottle.

At least, the villain in the bottle can't get out of the body, at least he can take a look outside.

And for him, even looking outside became impossible.

Only by killing Xiao can he regain everything, but it is impossible in this world, because the existence named Xiao is not in this world at all.

This seems to be an endless loop that can never be broken.

In the agony of Naplow, he suddenly remembered something.

"wrong!"

"I have to get out quickly, get out of here quickly."

He looked up to the gate of **** that was spinning like a vortex.

He rushed to a high place, but bumped into the gate of **** abruptly, unable to rush out at all.

Naplow screamed, hitting again and again.

"No!"

"Let me out, let me out!"

Obviously, he was locked up here.

His power and everything have already been combined with this country, becoming a part of the **** kingdom of hell.

If you can't become the master of **** in the end, then you will be the gatekeeper of hell, or you can say that you are a slave of the kingdom of God.

Naplow stopped, he stood above the sky, his eyes were dull.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a desperate roar as countless ghosts looked up. "Why?"

"Why is that so?"..."Ah!"

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"ah!"

He felt that there were countless mysteries in front of him, but he couldn't see clearly.

He felt like a person locked in a bottle, no matter how hard he tried to drill out, he just went from one bottle to another.

There is always something, binding yourself, binding yourself.

He wanted to shout out hoarsely, but when the words reached his mouth, he turned into a dumb ah!

And this time.

A large number of ghosts also moved and attacked Naplow.

Overwhelming, flooding Naplow like a river.

Naplow turned around, swung the sickle in his hand and slashed at these ghost bodies, tearing them apart.

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He was crazy, and kept waving the sickle in his hand.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"I am your master, I am the master of ghosts."

"I am God!"

"I am your god."

"How dare you, how dare you attack me."

Naplow personally killed them alive and took away everything from them, and many ghosts among them hated Naplow.

When Naplow still has the authority of a god, he is naturally the **** of all ghosts.

He kills them, loots them, and they crawl at his feet.

But now, he has nothing.

Although he is more powerful, he has essentially become the same as these ghosts, an existence imprisoned in this cage called hell.

"Get lost and die."

Naplow slew them, destroying their form.

But after they dissipated in this kingdom of God, they were born again in this kingdom of God.

They are illusory spirit bodies combined with memory, obsession and power. They are part of the kingdom of **** and a part of this place.

Only with the authority of the Kingdom of God can they be given death and liberation. Naplow swung his scythe, one blow after another.

In the end, he didn't give up this meaningless movement until he was too tired to lift it up.

The dark and dead kingdom of God.

Naplow was walking in **** blankly, he didn't understand why it happened like this.

As he walked, he talked to himself.

"What's happening here?"

"Myself, imprisoning myself?"

"I built a big cage and locked myself in it!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

He feels that ~lightnovelpub.net~ this is really funny.

It's so funny that people feel that this is not a tragedy, but a comedy.

Smiling and laughing, the poem that the black knife warrior said suddenly sounded in his ears, and that ridiculous guy seemed to be reading aloud with that book of poems again.

He was obviously a rough guy with a bald head and a beard, and his hands were stained with blood, but he pretended to be a university student.

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

"Either from others, or from yourself."

He thought of the guy who was ridiculed by him again and again, the guy who thought that he could get everything by dedicating his loyalty to the legion leader, but was finally killed by the legion leader he dedicated his loyalty to.

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And at this moment, he seems to be normal.

He couldn't take it, he had had enough, and he roared around, as if trying to drive those voices away.

"shut up!"

"shut up!"

He swung his sickle and turned his body from side to side.

"Kangdang."

Finally, he suddenly touched something.

He lowered his head and saw a black helmet, which looked very old.

He looked at it for a long time, and it seemed that it looked familiar.

Finally, he recognized what it was.

He recognized the narrow frame of view, and remembered again the feeling of being blocked.

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