The gate to the God Realm, also known as the Gate of Angels. Sikarimi almost shed tears when she saw this glorious door. It has been a long time since she had this familiar feeling, but behind that familiar yet unfamiliar door

, may no longer be what it was originally.

"Sikalimi!" During the moment when he was distracted, a roar came from his ears. That roar contained so much that Sikalimi could no longer distinguish it. The next moment, a beam of light shot out from the Angel Gate,

Huge bone claws stretched out from the gate of the underworld, and the pain that she had not felt for a long time instantly took shape in her mind. Her pair of bottomless black, beautiful and lifeless eyes slowly lowered, looking at what was coming out of her chest.

The white bones pointed at me, and I was confused for a moment.

A white fox jumped in front of her, its beautiful coat was shiny, and it opened its mouth to reveal a row of sharp teeth. Its sharp claws scratched three deep marks on the bone claws extending from the gate of hell. The next moment,

Bai Yu was shrouded in a black mist. He spit out a ball of blue flames from his mouth. The black mist that enveloped him turned into bats and fell to the ground. However, the sound coming from the Angel Gate made Bai Yu's whole body...

As if his muscles were cramped, he fell from the air painfully, and landed on the arena with a crash, causing a huge cloud of dust to rise.

That was the voice of Erbis. His voice came out from the Angel's Gate. It was hoarse and unpleasant, like scraping sand. Randomly, the entire arena began to collapse and cracks began to appear in the building. It became louder and louder. People's frightened voices could be heard.

Come, like a howl of pain from hell.

"God, save us."

God? What is God? Are these people who fight for rights and ignore their own believers the so-called mercy of God?

Sikalimi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, the God of Destruction, when he heard these voices, his heart became more and more arrogant.

She opened her mouth and sang a song often sung by minstrels.

"You wander around the world, and the element of wind raises dust

The dust falls in the rivers of Patialas and falls into the arms of the mother

The eyes of the born baby are like stars, reflecting the black-stained night sky

The god of life bestows you with miracles, but you are afraid of the approach of the god of death.

Don't hurt my child, she is so young and cute.

You sing a requiem, and the dark elements rise and fall.

Don't mind your mother's fear, let the dead sleep peacefully.

My child, I wish you a peaceful and peaceful end of your life.

Roses bloomed on the cross and green vines climbed the walls.

The stars twinkled in the night, and the god of death slowly passed by."

Although people are so afraid of death and darkness, even though people don't know that death will lead to eternal peace and sleep.

Sikalimi looked at the chaotic crowd below, full of fear and crying. The ceiling of the entire arena had been broken, and countless black lightnings descended on the world like divine punishment. She recalled the scene hundreds of years ago.

, people were displaced, frightened, hesitant, and looked at the gods they admired in disbelief, not believing that they had been abandoned by the gods.

She turned her head and looked at the gate of the God Realm on the other side of the sky, feeling nostalgia, memories, and pain.

It had obviously been a long time, and she thought her emotions had been drowned by endless memories. She had learned not to think about the past, not to see the joys and sorrows of the world, but why, why did she want to cry.

She couldn't return to the God Realm. Her current strength was not enough to fight against Erbis, so she turned around.

"O sleeping earth, night spirit,"

Put your hands together as if praying devoutly.

"My power comes from you. Now, I beg you to disperse all my power and let me return to the underworld."

At this moment, it was as if many small light sources dispersed from her body.

"no!"

Bai Yu rushed forward, but was knocked to the ground by the huge skeleton hand behind the gate of the underworld.

"Hahahahaha, how can a divine envoy who has lost the power of his own god still have the ability to fight against gods!" Erbis's voice came arrogantly from behind the gate of the God Realm.

As the light source drained away from Sikarimi's body bit by bit, she felt herself getting heavier and heavier, and the feeling of pain, oldness, and powerlessness invaded her, and finally, death.

"Since you have dispersed all your strength to protect these ignorant and weak humans, I will help you and give them some more time to survive."

The sound of huge chains came from mid-air, and Sikarimi was thrown into the gate of the underworld like a kite with a broken string, accompanied by Ibis's arrogant voice.

"I want to welcome the moment when Ammitra wakes up and tell her that the world she created will eventually fall into my hands!"

The gloomy and proud voice was followed by the sound of the door to the underworld closing.

Sikalimi opened her eyes blankly, looking at the long underworld without any light.

There is gravel everywhere here.

She knows best that every piece of gravel is the most painful memory in a person's life. She doesn't know how many gravels are under her body now, eroding her remaining skin bit by bit.

If people want to return to the world again, they must leave these memories. The first thing they are willing to forget are these painful things, and the last thing they are willing to forget is the oasis of happiness.

Therefore, some souls who are unwilling to return to the human world will walk endlessly in this ocean of countless pains. If they find an oasis, they can survive. If they cannot find an oasis, they will become undead in the desert.

Sikalimi sat up with her hands on her hands. The wind in the desert blew over her with a whining sound. Countless gravel hit her face and stuck to her long hair. The magic robe on her body was completely damaged.

Now, she has no abilities at all, and there is no breath of magic element in her body. In this world composed of the undead, she is the lowest item that can be called food.

There was a crunching sound beneath her body. She lowered her head and saw a small snake biting the bones of her calf bit by bit with its fangs.

In the entire vast desert, there are no stars in the sky. Every gust of wind blows, carrying the cries of the undead and painful memories, torturing the last souls of the survivors over and over again.

Sikarimi finally lay down slowly on the gravel. She pressed her face against the gravel, and the hot and sharp scratches hurt half of her face. The wind kept blowing, and layer after layer of gravel hit her.

It was slowly buried and formed into the shape of a hill.

Finally, even the hills were gradually buried in the endless and endless desert.

The sound of camel bells from the underworld was heard in the distance, and the palm walker from the underworld sang hoarsely, "Are you willing to return to the darkness? Listen to the cries of the undead in the wind, like the whispers of a lover in your ears.
Chapter completed!