I Became an Anonymous Boss

……solved?

The Yata Crow didn't say anything this time, it saw Izanami's spirit being crushed with its own eyes, and it couldn't possibly be alive no matter what.

However, this thought only lasted for a moment.

Shirataki's peak is only for a moment, and the next moment all his strength is exhausted, he will be defeated.

The spirit that exploded remained between his palms, and he raised his eyes, but what he saw was an unbelievable scene.

Izanami's spirit... is far more than one.

Behind this white bone shell, there are countless dark white bones, the bones of the dead, each of which hides a soul.

Tsk... Shirataki's chest was pierced by a blow, and the dark white bone spear pierced his chest, and the impact force pushed the figure to gallop backwards all the way.

He flew out of the temple, flying a thousand meters away, bloody blood spilled all the way, the demon looked at the sky with his eyes, and fell into the dark and lightless land, he was nailed to the deepest part of the underworld.

With all his strength, Shirataki killed Izanami's... life.

The witch stared blankly at this scene, she couldn't understand what happened at first, until Shirataki was pierced by the bone spear, she realized that her side had been defeated.

She wanted to prop up her knees, not to escape, but to go to Bai Taki's side.

But a voice kept her in place.

"The pain I haven't seen for a long time..." Izanami said: "It's amazing that it can hurt me. The pain made me sober. It's a pity that he will die here, in the underworld, and perish forever... And you, The spiritual power you carry is very familiar, this unpleasant breath...is Amaterasu."

It emerged from the darkness, with a body of white bones floating, hovering in front of the witch. This body of white bones was only a part of the countless bones, like the light-emitting organ of a lantern fish.

It is not sacred at all, but exudes a chilling fear.

The witch knew why Shirataki failed to kill her, she covered her mouth, and it took a long time to suppress her fear.

"You devoured them all..."

Those bones are gods, almost all dead gods, and the gods after death have become part of Izanami.

Shirataki did kill Izanami, but killing her once wasn't enough.

Every god she devours will gain one soul, just like Alcatel, the king of vampires, the more she devours, the stronger she becomes.

The witch whispered: "...those gods are all your blood relatives, your children..."

Izanami is a mother god, so many gods were born from her, she actually devoured all the gods, as a mother, she devoured the flesh and blood of her own child, how insane is this...

"Yeah, I gave them flesh and blood, and now, I took it back with my own hands... Isn't this a common thing? In the animal world, if the child born by the mother dies, they will eat their own child Corpse, or do you think humans are much more noble than beasts? In my eyes, you are all the same." Izanami whispered, unable to hear joy, sorrow, or anger.

"You're crazy..." the witch said tremblingly.

"Crazy?" Izanami said, "Maybe it's crazy... Trapped in this hell, no light, no life, only death, loneliness, isn't it normal to be crazy?"

"So you want to invade the world on the ground, kill all life, and let the underworld swallow our world?" The witch asked angrily: "Because you are lonely, all other life deserves to die?"

Izanami didn't answer, staring at the priestess with empty eyes, there were no eyeballs in the dark white eye sockets, and she couldn't see any expression, but she made a sound, which seemed to be laughing, a playful sneer.

"In what capacity are you judging me?"

"As an heir?"

"As a mortal?"

She stretched out her hand, and the bony bones strangled the witch's throat. The Yata Crow tried to stop it, but her wings were easily broken and thrown aside.

The Goddess of Huangquan grabbed her by the throat, watched the maiden's subconscious struggle, and sneered, "No matter what it is, you don't have the right to blame me... In my opinion, all gods are a kind of mistake. This world should not have been created, and so many gods should not have been created."

"If you and them don't exist, why would I die and fall into hell?"

"If I don't fall into hell, why would my husband die, and how could you appear?"

"He is my everything, I love him so much...I love him so much, but he left me behind and stayed in this cold and lonely hell."

"How can I not go crazy? How can I forgive you? How can I be willing to stay in Huangquan and watch you enjoy all the beauty in the world of singing birds and fragrant flowers!"

She vented her hatred and howled, but suddenly it turned into a sob of sorrow: "Do you understand this kind of pain? Do you understand the despair of being alone for thousands of years!" Her dark white eyes were filled with tears. Bloody red tears: "I stay in the empty Huangquan, waiting for the person who will never come back."

"Other gods are incomplete, because they are such creations, responsible for the operation of this world, born from nothing, and finally return to nothing. They are no different from Feng Shui rocks, so they will never understand what is Love."

"Love made us unite and created this land. This is the power of my life, Izanami!"

"We are no different from human beings. We were born between heaven and earth, and we are the earliest and original human beings in this land."

"As much as I love my husband, I hate you, they..."

"My world has been destroyed, so I will destroy everything you have with my own hands."

"All gods should die. You were born on my husband's bones. This is your original sin."

Chapter 390 Runaway

Gods are born from bones.

That sounds creepy.

But this kind of creation myth is not uncommon. Many people have heard the story of Pan Gu’s creation of the world. Although he died, his body became a part of the world. Everyone is a microorganism living on his bones. The prototype of the mythical worldview.

In other words, the whale fall effect, when a whale dies, it brings more nutrients to the ocean. A whale carcass can support a circulatory system dominated by decomposers for a hundred years, maintaining at least 43 species and 1 The survival of [-] individuals has promoted the prosperity of the life system of the sea.

Among myths and legends.

Izanaki entered the land of the underworld, and because he was filthy, he took a bath in the running water. This is called the exorcism ceremony. The clothes he took off, the things he left, and the filth washed out all turned into different things. gods.

But is it really so?

Perhaps, he misses his dead wife so much, so he often visits her in Huangquan, but that is the country of the dead. Every time he goes to Huangquan, he will become weaker, and the filth will continue to accumulate. If things go on like this, the filth will be difficult to wash away.

He had to reluctantly discard the filthy part.

At first it was clothing, then limbs, and finally eyes, nose, head...

Izanagi died wreathed in filth, and from his bones were born other gods.

Amaterasu was born in the left eye, Tsukuyomi was born in the right eye, Susanoo was born in the nose, Mitakako was born, and Izanagi could no longer see or smell, and almost became a useless person, and finally... no longer He died without seeing Izanami.

While waiting bitterly, Izanami failed to wait for her husband, but what she saw was the third noble son born from his husband's bones.

Suzhan Mingzun brought the Bianhua and told Izanami what the truth was. Izanaki's death became the last straw that crushed her heart.

Over the long years, the goddess of Huangquan was gradually driven to the extreme by the pain of loneliness, longing, and parting from love, and finally fell into madness.

The witch said: "Those gods are all your creations, not your descendants..."

"The materials used to create them all come from us. Retrieving them is just recycling parts." Izanami said calmly: "It's like grafting branches and splicing wood."

"You plan to destroy this world, because you want to leave Huangquan..."

"I need strength. As long as this world ceases to exist, the rules of the underworld will no longer bind me, and the absolute boundary between life and death will disappear." Izanami said slowly: "You are indeed very sensitive, but You don’t know enough, creation is a complex process of evolution, the origin of this land is not a rootless tree, everything is in time, I want to start everything again.”

"Even if you do this..." The witch said softly, "The dead will never come back."

Izanami smiled: "That's not necessarily... Let me tell you, in this land, the soul is constantly changing, it can't appear out of thin air, it can only be continuously divided, or constantly transformed, The process is reversible, why did my husband die and bring three precious sons? Because they are the transformation of the soul."

She and Izanaki are husband and wife, brother and sister, and even the first person.

The three precious sons were born on the bones of Izanaki, and they were originally connected by blood.

Therefore, Suzhan Mingzun, Tianzhao, and Yueyue are different from other gods. They are also human beings in essence, and they are the first generation of people.

Having said that, everything is very clear.

The gods that Izanami devoured were all her creations, only Sanguizi was special, so Suzhan Mingzun's body was left behind.

Miko seemed to understand what Izanami was going to do.

"Are you...are you planning to let Izanagi..."

"The third noble son is like his avatar, maybe a part of my husband is hidden in their souls." Izanami said: "Swallowing the earth is only the first step. Next, I want to bring him back to life. Breaking away from the restrictions of the underworld, he will be able to revive after I bury all the creatures and restart this land."

The miko suddenly realized that Izanami's thinking was so clear, maybe she wasn't insane at all.

She just went to an extreme, to the extreme of wanting to see her lover again at all costs.

Gods do not have such strong emotions, only humans have them.

Izanami is the ruler of the underworld, but she is also a pure person.

He does not hesitate to destroy the world he created with his own hands, just to bring a person back to life.

The price was so high, and she resolutely chose such madness.

The witch was shocked, or in other words, she felt a little bit of empathy... Emptiness and loneliness are terrible poisons, and life would be worse than death without someone to accompany her.

She couldn't blame Izanami, but looked at him quietly, at this poor woman who lost her beloved.

The witch couldn't do anything, her spiritual power was almost exhausted, and struggling was useless, so she could only plead in a low voice: "When I die, can you bury me with him..."

Izanami was startled, her eyes suddenly became a little more complicated, and there was a little clarity in her eyes. This look was so familiar to her, very much like her own, infatuated, persistent, and fearless of life and death... She let go of her hand, let go Fallen to the ground by the miko.

The goddess asked quietly: "Do you know why I told you so much?"

The witch shook her head to express her ignorance.

"because of you……"

Izanami was about to say something when it suddenly changed its expression. The pale face of the skeleton should have no expression change, but its reaction was too strong, and its muscles and bones twisted so violently that it seemed that its neck was broken. The same, such a quick reaction, as if a beast that sensed a danger signal, or a human being who knew the disaster was approaching, the flames in the eye sockets flickered, restless.

A figure slowly came from the end of the line of sight.

With the sound of rocks rubbing against the floor, it seemed as if something was being dragged on the ground.

The sound was getting closer, and in the darkness, a thin silhouette appeared in the field of vision.

The young man was walking with his head down, his chest was hollow and blood was flowing, and the broken bone spear was dragged in his hand, rubbing against the rocky floor, making harsh sounds.

His left eye was bleeding, his right eye was dark, and every step he took seemed slow and heavy.

He should have fallen long ago, but for some reason he was still standing.

But even if he stood still, even if he came back, it was only at the end of his battle. If he was seriously injured to this point, he still had to continue to resist. This was not bravery, but stupidity.

The witch struggled to get up, and wanted to rush over to support him.

But he felt a gust of wind brushing past him, bone spears projected out of the void, the thunder light was dazzling, and dozens of bone spears pierced the young man.

Even if he was in the period of complete victory, it would be difficult for him to retreat safely under this amount of attacks... However, he just dragged the broken bone spear in his hand and swung it hard, dozens of bone spears stagnated out of thin air, and then broke. It pierced into the ground at an angle, like rows of bone-colored nails falling on the ground.

Shirataki continued to approach, his eyes were somewhat empty, staring at Izanami firmly.