I am God!

Chapter 659 The Shadow of Laziness
Kingdom of Hell.

It made the spirit body feel that there were a large number of ghosts wandering in the desolate wilderness where the cold was shivering.

It was pitch black here, only a faint gleam of light occasionally came from the city of the Kingdom of God in the distance, making the ghosts stop and stare longingly.

One of the young ghosts walked through the wilderness. He seemed to have just come here, but many ghosts here seem to know him, and they will stop when they see him.

Some ghosts just stared at him blankly, shivering in the cold wind and dark night, with pain and despair in their eyes.

Some watched him pass by, and suddenly called out his name in a confused voice.

"Nit."

"Ah, it's Little Nite."

Their tattered clothes fluttered in the wind of hell, staring blankly at Nite, and then skillfully raised their hands and danced the sacrificial dance.

In the wind, the gloomy prayer floated.

"Thank you Mijina-sama, for bringing us light and warmth, you are the messenger of the kingdom of heaven."

And some suddenly knelt down on the ground when they saw him.

A phantom fell devoutly at Nit's feet.

"Master Nite."

"Please send us to the kingdom of God, to the kingdom of peace where there will never be pain."

With longing in their eyes, they shouted loudly.

"I saw... I saw... that is the kingdom of the king of hell."

"I'm in hell."

He has indeed come to the kingdom of the king of hell and entered this hell.

however.

There is no peace in darkness.

Only eternal pain, and cold and eternal night accompany him.

Nite stood in front of the other party blankly, listening to the other party's call, and everything seemed to correspond to the broken pictures in Ghost's memory.

"Eh?"

Ghosts have no form and no consciousness.

But at this moment, tears flowed down from those translucent eye sockets, turning into shimmering light and dissipating in the cold howling wind.

He didn't understand why he was crying.

Or he didn't understand it consciously at the moment, but he still showed a sad expression unstoppably.

He stood there for a long time, and more and more people surrounded him, worshiped him, and called his name.

Nit seemed to have really turned into an afterimage and never moved again.

But at this moment, the shadow under Nite suddenly moved.

Although he had already turned into a spirit body, there shouldn't be a so-called shadow at all.

but.

It seemed that this shadow had been upon him since he escaped from the curse of purgatory long ago.

When he held the sickle and shone his ghost image in the water for the first time, the other party seemed to be with him at that time.

But everyone else has shadows, so what's so strange about him?
That shadow overlapped with Nit, and a powerful force was injected into it, and Nit's consciousness returned to his body bit by bit.

Nit finally remembered who he really was.

He finally understood why he was crying.

Because these people were sent to hell by him and his mother.

From the beginning, their town has been a sacrifice town built by mothers to gain power, and everyone gets the gift of God by sending others to the hell of eternal night.

In the end, they also fell into hell together.

He was the same, he thought he sent the other party to the peaceful kingdom of God, but sent those people to this barren eternal night.

Nit lowered his head and looked at the people surrounding him at his feet.

They are ragged, and are forever icy in the winds of hell.

Nit raised his head and looked towards the city wall in the distance.

His sharp eyes saw those powerful ghosts enjoying God's gift in the city walls, receiving the protection of God's light, and turning into God's close servants, and many of them were villains he had exiled into hell.

"Everything was a scam from the beginning."

Here, there is no distinction between good and evil, only strong and weak, and only useful to gods.

Even in the world of death.

The weak are exiled in the wilderness, and the strong are accompanied by the gods.

This is reality.

Facing this cruel reality, Nite turned his head to look at the shadow behind him.

He asked: "Who are you?"

His shadow unexpectedly moved, turning into another Nite and appearing behind him.

Shadow yawned with Nite's face: "I am you!"

Nit didn't believe it: "How could there be two me?"

Shadow Nite sat down, sitting on the stone and sticking his chin.

He still yawned, covered his mouth with his hands, and said helplessly.

"Because you can't do anything, that you who always evade reality, that lazy you imagined another self to help you!"

"It would be great to let another self help you do the impossible, wouldn't it?"

Nit said, "You're lying to me!"

Shadow said indifferently: "Anyway, I'm here to help you, right?"

After a while, Nite asked him, "What can you do for me?"

Shadow Nite: "I can help you get out of this hell, and I can also help you become a god."

Nit shook his head: "You just want to use me."

Shadow stuck his chin with one hand, and waved the other weakly: "That means you still have value to be used. This is a good thing, isn't it?"

Nit didn't ask anymore, he left the ghosts surrounding him and walked towards the distance. He didn't know where to go, but he didn't want to stay here.

But wherever he went, the ghost figures behind him also slowly followed up, following behind him from a distance.

No matter how he walked, he couldn't get rid of it.

He could see them as long as he turned his head.

He couldn't stop, he could only keep walking, because only in this way those figures could not catch up with him.

He was wandering in the wilderness, but as he walked, several figures appeared in front of him.

A winged youth stood in the darkness, leading two children.

At the beginning, the Winged Sky Envoy killed all the people in the Gate of Hell Organization and the Night Hotel, and sealed their gradually ghostly spirit bodies in the spar, and prepared to take them back to the Holy Mountain of Light to purify them and return them to the Star Sea.

But before they had time to go back, the winged angels were all killed by Nit.

After Nite took back the sealing spar from the eight-winged angel, he sent them to hell again.

At that time, he thought that this was sending the other party into the kingdom of God, into eternal peace.

head on.

He saw the astonished face of the winged youth.

His body alternated between scorched black and intact, as if he stayed at the last moment, staring at the holy light sweeping towards him incomprehensibly.

Nit saw the child reach out to him.

The other party seemed to recognize him, showing a bright smile.

The apostle and the people he saved met in the cold eternal night of hell.

There seems to be nothing more ironic in the world than this.

They looked at each other without saying anything.

But the words of the past echoed in Nite's ears, and the voice pierced his head like a sharp knife, stirring mercilessly.

"Because we met you!"

"God's apostle saved us."

Everyone is utilizing nits.

His mother, his god.

There are also people who he has never met, or who he does not know.

Everyone is pushing him forward. For different purposes, they sit high above the temple, looking down on all living beings, and using the will and strength of the strong to dominate everything.

And those who really care about him, those who believe in him, those who he cares about.

All were destroyed.

Nothing is left.

Nite lowered his head deeply, and walked past the three Youhun brothers and sisters, silent like a shadow in a corner who is afraid of the sun.

The child still stretched out his hand and refused to let it go.

He walked forward until the three figures were completely submerged in darkness.

And this moment.

Nit fell to his knees in an instant, with his hands hanging down weakly, looking up at the sky and panting continuously.

There was a sound like weeping in his mouth, and a cry like a gossamer, but he suppressed it with all his strength.

He didn't even dare to cry, because he felt that he had no face to cry, and he was even more afraid that those figures in the distance heard him cry.

He was so desperate that he didn't dare to despair, because he didn't think he had the right to despair.

He was using that breathless voice to make a broken cry.

"This is...hell!"

This is the hell of the kingdom of God, the hell of other people.

Also, hell of a nit.

It's only been a while, and he hasn't had time to enjoy this short "peace".

The shadows in the darkness chased after him, and those familiar figures surrounded Nit, like a bonfire in the dark night.

"Nit..."

"Master Nite..."

"Nit...Nit...Nit..."

Numerous voices overwhelmed Nite.

He walked all the way with everyone's expectations and eyes on his back, his mother's hatred and desire, and God's will.

All of this is like a big mountain, pressing firmly on Nit's body.

Finally, he knelt in the middle of the crowd and howled hoarsely.

"I've tried my best."

"I've really tried hard to do it, but why is this happening?"

"What else do you want me to do, and what exactly should I do to satisfy you."

"What else can I do?"

"What else can I do, I've already given my all."

"I've done my best," he said.

Amid Nit's roar, all ghosts became silent.

in silence.

Nit raised his head, and he looked at everyone's faces.

Or looking forward, or sad, or desperate.

He no longer had any strength to say any cruel words to them.

He can only hide his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"sorry."

"Really sorry."

"It's me... I'm sorry everyone, it's all my fault."

Shadow Nite appeared behind him again, still asking him in that tired voice, "Have you really tried your best?"

Nit still pressed his face: "I really worked hard."

Shadow Nite: "Then do you still want to become a god?"

Nit put down his hand and turned his head.

He said: "Yes, I still want to be a god, and I want to redeem my mistakes!"

Shadow Nite looked at the kingdom of God: "Is there any point in building such a kingdom of God?"

Nit clenched his fists: "I'm different, if I build the Kingdom of God, I will..."

Shadow Nite interrupted him: "Can you really do well, no matter what, it's impossible to go back to the past!"

Nite looked at the shadow Nite: "Then what else can I choose?"

"I can only do my best to do what I can."

"At least this time, I won't run away, I don't need others to push me forward, because I know what I want."

Shadow Nite didn't seem to believe it: "Are you really not going to run away?"

Nit: "Really."

In the dead silence of the eternal night, there was a sound.

The voice changed, it was no longer Nit's voice, but another person.

"Then, I'll give you a chance!"

Nit looked at the shadow: "Really?"

The other party said: "Really."

Nit: "You won't just use me in the end, will you?"

The other party said: "Anyway, it's impossible to break it anymore, isn't it?"

Nit knelt on the ground, looking up at each other longingly and imploringly.

"If you want to take advantage of me."

"Can you tell me, please tell me in advance."

"What is the price?"

In the desolate wilderness of hell, Nite knelt down and begged the other party for mercy with a voice as humble as the dust.

"This time, please don't lie to me again."

"If, if it's really possible."

"No matter how painful the price is, I don't care, I am willing to bear it."

The voice: "No, because I'll tell you."

"The abyss of despair lies ahead."

"Or, you will fall into a future that is more terrifying than the abyss and purgatory."

"But there is one thing you don't have to doubt, you will get what you want."

Nit even smiled: "Is that so?"

The other party said: "That's it."

The gateway to reality opens, and the light shines from this world into the darkness.

Nit stood up and walked towards the light.

When standing at the door, he asked the other party: "Why didn't you lie to me, after all, I didn't know that you lied to me?"

The other party said: "Because I know that even if the front is a place more terrifying than purgatory, you will jump down."

"Since the goal can be achieved so easily, there is no need to cheat."

This is a wretch so pitiful that he can't even cheat, because even cheating is superfluous at this moment.

Nit took a step forward, tears welling in his eyes.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Thank you...for your mercy."

The other party said that he was going to be pushed into a purgatory that burned forever, and a future that was more terrifying than the abyss.

He said it was a kind of mercy.

This is really a bad joke.

Bitter cold.

-

The battle of the kingdom of heaven is in full swing. Two gods have invaded the kingdom of another god, and they have a decisive battle in each other's home court. The fighting between monsters, ghosts, and sky angels has intensified.

However, this battle does not seem to be over in a short while. The invaders are menacing, and the preparations of the opponents are also very sufficient. It seems that the outcome is still undecided.

And in the world.

The battle between the gods continued, and another level of war continued.

The Good News Kingdom of the Winged People.

An apostle-level puppet attached to the demon and belonging to the king of lust followed that huge ceremony to trace the source, and finally arrived at a city.

He walked along the main road of the city and looked at a large library on the side of the road.

There are mountains of books in this library, and in a hidden room in the deepest part, a quill is constantly copying something.

It is clear.

The King of Angels dispersed all his power into the ritual array and divided it into three cores, and this is one of the cores.

Suddenly the quill stopped, as if sensing something.

However, it was too late, and the demon standing at the door of the library had already made a move.

The opponent raised his hand, and the evil pattern on his palm instantly expanded to more than 100 meters, and then a strong magic fire gushed out.

The entire library was swept away, and the sound of fire and explosions spread across the sky.

"Boom!"

A raging fire broke out in the library, igniting the night sky of the city.

The two rays of light in the library wanted to escape, but a huge altar in the sky pressed down, blocking everything.

The speed of the two rays of light slowed down, and it could be seen that they were a scroll and a quill.

The scroll and quill moved immediately, as if something was copied on it, the shape of the demon was drawn, and the power and spirituality of the demon were cut off.

Originally, the demon was still at the fourth level of power, but he fell to the third level in the blink of an eye.

However, soon a force gushed out from the depths of the abyss, and terrifying tumors grew out of the demon's body one after another.

"With only one memory, what can you do?"

The devil puppet turned into a troll form more than 100 meters away, and reached out to get the scroll.

He started again, wanting to get the quill.

"Memory got it."

"Now, there is only one left—personality."

But a strand of white velvet on the quill turned into light and broke away from the altar, heading for the distance.

The demon who spoke in Meld's tone immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the ray of light.

But the light was very fast, and the incomplete part of the memory escaped from Melder's fingers, and merged into the snowflakes in the sky.

But Meld withdrew his hand and said calmly.

"just."

"Follow it, and you will find the master personality."

(End of this chapter)