The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

Chapter 89 Name

Like the sad song of a whale's long cry, it echoed for a long time on the eternal battlefield.

The pillars of flesh and blood that once supported the capital of the Serpent King are slowly collapsing, and along with the fortresses and city walls on them, they are sinking bit by bit into the deep devil's abyss below.

The demonic abyss below seemed to have been sealed off.

If you look down from the edge of the cliff, you can see the endless wriggling flesh and blood, forming a wall of despair, and further down, the passage leading to the depths is disappearing bit by bit.

The foul and foul smell of coke wafted in the wind, and the solidified black lava remained on the ground, forming a long series of hills. The remains stood there like ancient fossils, still emitting an astonishingly high heat.

An endless stream of smoke and dust floated up into the sky above the abyss, mixed with countless transparent shadows. They were the souls of the snake people who had died in the disaster.

They sing softly, hymns of past glory and survival.

The Lord of Purgatory finally chose to sink. After Miss Yasha's personality awakened, His power and state fluctuated significantly. He no longer possessed the domineering and oppressive feeling as if he wanted to swallow up the entire world.

When there is a divergence of will, strength is used more to suppress instincts, so it is inevitable that some control will be lost.

For example, the suppression and imprisonment of the Mother of Basilisks.

For Miss Yasha, who is in control at the moment, the most effective way to resolve the issue is, of course, to simply eat Him.

But this means once again completely falling prey to the instinct of darkness, while also having to guard against the counterattack of the puppet's divinity.

But on the other hand, she couldn't let the still-living Echidna pose a threat to her boy, so in a hurry, Miss Yasha only had time to bury him with the cooled lava.

Such shackles were not strong enough to restrict a god, so Echidna broke free easily.

Lor and others were looking down from the sky at the huge body that was slowly sinking below. Looking down from above, it looked as terrifying and magnificent as an obsidian mountain.

It's hard to imagine that this is just a part of His body.

The pupils that had been opened in the sky like a punishment from heaven had closed, and the gray atmosphere showed a torn and tragic emotion.

From the distant horizon, scattered and tiny figures began to appear.

Those were the members of the Abyss Clan that had fled in terror during the war, and were now approaching cautiously.

Living on this battlefield, these indigenous people have long been accustomed to this kind of life. Once the fighting subsides, they will immediately transform into hyenas that smell carrion.

The power that the gods unleash with every move is both the bell of destruction and the horn of salvation for them.

If one could get even a tiny bit of it, perhaps one would gain enough power to change a group or a species.

Many evil gods were born in this way. For the creatures in the abyss, evil gods are basically the end point they can reach.

Collisions of this intensity were rare even in the eternal battlefield. Usually, only at the end of the reincarnation cycle would crazy gods desperately vent their power in order to compete for the seat of the Daughter of Mother Earth.

They descend on battlefields wantonly, invade other gods' territories, and even launch endless wars between gods with their crowns at stake.

At that time, the collision of divinity will be as frequent as breathing, until everything within sight is destroyed.

Ouroboros will start a new cycle of earth and fire, life and desolation, eternity and the world.

Start over.

[What's your name, kid?]

!!!

The words that suddenly echoed in their hearts made Lor and the others turn around abruptly. Only then did they realize that in this dispute that was settled because of the Lord of Purgatory, there was still a god who remained here.

A god with a human body and a snake head appeared behind them. His broken and incomplete face had already drifted away like dust, and in its place was a pure white mask with a smiling face.

The body below is plump and graceful, beautiful and enchanting, the slender and full snake tail is as white as snow, and every scale is sparkling.

Apart from a smiling face, there are no other facial features.

But it seemed that because of the smiling face, the voice that suddenly sounded in my heart was less indifferent, and had a touch of joy that was difficult to hide.

As if seeing something good that he welcomed, this god known for his cruelty and violence seemed to have a kind look on his face.

"Lor, be careful..."

Frey immediately protected the young man behind her. The Lord of Purgatory sank, and the Mother of Basilisks became the most terrifying existence here.

Whether it was the bizarre and evil puppet face, or the puppet strings that controlled everything, they all made Frey feel fearful from the bottom of her heart.

Not to mention, they were originally enemies...

"Echidna, you..."

The young man also stared at the god in front of him with a serious expression, but he was not too afraid.

Although Miss Yasha has sunk, the gaze from Purgatory is still watching this place without stopping.

If Echidna really intends to attack, Lor believes that he can cooperate with Miss Yasha to give him a surprise.

Don’t be nervous

The snake mother wearing a smiling mask seemed to have no ill intentions, and she spoke quite gently.

[If it weren't for your selfless dedication, I would have been eaten by Guixu]

[I came here specially to express my gratitude]

Lor and the others were a little surprised. Having said that, but for the god in front of them, would he really be devoured so easily?

This should be self-deprecation.

"No need to be so polite, please say goodbye."

Lor said with a wary look on his face. He really didn't want to have too much interaction with this god.

After all, as long as there is the slightest connection with the other party, they may be entangled by the invisible thread that crosses all barriers, and then be woven into a horrific prank.

By then, I’m afraid I won’t even know how I died.

The snake mother nodded slightly, and then spoke.

[If you don’t want to tell me, I won’t force you]

[Originally I wanted to teach you the method of separating humans from gods]

[In that case, then...]

The method of separating man from god? Is that what I was thinking?

The young man's pupils shrank slightly and he said in a cold voice.

"Your Majesty, my name is Lor, Lor Islam, please finish your words."

[It’s a good name]

The Snake Mother smiled and said meaningfully:

[Names are powerful and can be used to refer to everything in the world. When you can't distinguish between her and him, why not try using a name...]

"……name?"