The period of three hundred years passed by in a flash.

In the world of the gods, after a short period of three hundred years, the power belonging to the gods began to gradually gather and move towards the underworld of the God of Death.

The underworld of the God of Death finally opened to the outside world for the first time after thousands of years of creation, revealing his true face.

A faint power of death is gathering, filling the surrounding world. An inexplicable power of law envelopes the surroundings, making the world look hazy, with a unique power flickering.

And all around, a black Styx River flows around, running through the entire world, making the entire world look a little more varied.

If someone looks at the River Styx in front of them and carefully observes the changes in it, they will find that in the River Styx in front of them, some souls are sinking and floating in it, and are being washed away by the power of the water of the Styx, all the impurities and memories in them.

It began to disappear gradually, and his face gradually became blank.

This is a horrifying sight.

After a creature dies, its soul is drawn by the River Styx, baptized in the River Styx, washed away by it, losing all memories and identities of its lifetime, and transformed into pure and flawless new souls.

This scene may sound good, but for living creatures, it is a kind of terror.

After the soul has been baptized, washed away by the water of the Styx, and lost its memory, can it still be considered the same person as before?

Perhaps in terms of soul, this person is still the same soul as before, but after losing the memory of the past and the recognition of self, it is impossible to be exactly the same as before.

There is no doubt that this scene in front of you is something that all living beings hope to avoid.

And in the river of the Styx, occasionally, you can see some souls wrapped in golden light.

These are generally devout believers of the gods, or people blessed by the power of the gods.

Believers of the gods, due to the connection of the thread of faith, gradually became infected with the breath of the gods over a long period of time. After death, their souls will not immediately dissolve in the River Styx, but with the permission of the God of Death,

Preserved memories of life.

Compared to those souls who have perished, this is undoubtedly a great privilege.

A large black ship sailed in the River Styx, slowly moving forward.

On the big black ship, a death priest whose body was filled with the power of death and whose face was wearing a mask quietly held the ship and sailed forward silently.

On the boat, strong men from the material world and the abyss world were standing there, looking at the surrounding scenery.

Since the three hundred years have passed, along with the opening of the world of death, the sacrifices belonging to the God of Death have become busy.

The world of death is entangled by the power of the Styx, and no being under the gods can cross it.

Therefore, except for the high-altitude gods, any living being who wants to go to the kingdom of the God of Death and the gate of the world needs the assistance of the death sacrifice.

During this period, priests belonging to the God of Death drove boats in the River Styx, constantly shuttled back and forth in the River Styx, forming a unique scenery.

"help me!"

Looking at the approaching ship, each soul roared and asked for help from the messenger of the God of Death.

However, the sacrifice of the God of Death was indifferent to this. Under the mask, a pair of cold eyes just looked at him.

On the big ship, powerful men from the material world and the abyssal world looked sideways.

Being able to go to the world of death and participate in this feast of conquering the world of natural disasters, these people are not weak in strength, and each of them is above the legend.

But even for beings like them, when they saw this moment in front of them, they couldn't help but feel palpitations and a strange feeling in their hearts.

Except for the gods, no one can avoid death.

The scene in front of me is someone else today, but in the future, it might not be someone else.

"I am a believer in God, the messenger of death, please save me!"

A voice came from the front and echoed around.

The messenger of the God of Death raised his head slightly and looked into the distance.

There, I saw a soul wrapped in golden light standing in the River Styx. From the looks of it, it should be a believer of a certain god.

However, although he is a believer of the god, this believer is obviously not very devout. Although the golden light entwined in his soul is there, it is extremely weak and cannot be compared with a truly devout believer.

Looking at the soul in front of him, the messenger of the God of Death just looked up, and with a little force on his hand, he pushed the soul out and pushed it to other channels.

After the underworld was opened, in order to take care of the believers of the gods, each god had its own exclusive channel to take care of its own believers.

Therefore, the sources of souls filled in different waterways are often different.

Perhaps the soul in front of me was not drawn away by other channels because its own thread of faith was too shallow.

After sending away the fish that slipped through the net, the big ship in front of me continued to move forward, slowly heading towards the outside world.

At this moment, in the center of the death world, many people have already arrived.

"Start?"

Standing in front of the golden gate of the world, the God of Death looked calm, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the other gods standing around, and spoke softly.

Unknowingly, they have been standing in front of the gate of the world for five years.

For five years, they have been waiting for the gathering of their own strength and the response from the natural disaster world.

"Our believers have already built an altar in that world. Although it is not enough to put our body into it, if it is just an incarnation, there should be no problem."

Standing next to the God of Death, Mal sensed it and finally said this.

During these three hundred years, in addition to making preparations themselves, the gods were also penetrating into the world of natural disasters.

If you want to go to a natural disaster world, it is not enough to have a world gate. You also need to build a world gate in the natural disaster world.

The two worlds established world gates at the same time, so that the gods could be transported in and truly enter the world of natural disasters.

In order to achieve this goal, the gods need to devote their own power to penetrate the natural disaster world.

After three hundred years, with the combined efforts of the gods, some results have been achieved.

In the natural disaster world, some sporadic altars have already been constructed. Although they are not enough to directly transmit the true bodies of the gods, there is no problem if just one incarnation enters.

"Now that you're ready, let's get started."

Standing there, looking at the gods around him, the God of Death nodded slightly, and then silently closed his eyes.

Then in an instant, a vague aura came out of him, and quickly reflected towards the outside world through some unique connection.

Far away, in a world of natural disasters.

In the vast natural disaster world, at the outermost level, a sacrifice is being held.

"Great God of Death, please come and spread your brilliance in this world..."

Waves of prayers continued to sound.

In a deserted area, many believers of the God of Death, wearing black robes and masks on their faces, who looked like cult believers at first glance, were holding sacrifices and praying to the mysterious God of Death.

As waves of prayers continued to fall, in the fanatical eyes of many believers, the altar in front of them was slowly glowing.

A mysterious and unique mark appeared on the altar in front of me. There seemed to be a pair of majestic eyes with the power of death looking towards this place, revealing an indescribable power.

"My Lord! The God of Death has come!"

Fanatic voices sounded here, and then a strange phenomenon began to appear in the surrounding world.

In the surrounding world, accompanied by bursts of death power, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred in mid-air.

A dark golden sun emerged in the sky, exuding a terrifying power of death. It stood there at this moment, clearly visible to everyone.

The boundless power of death enveloped the four directions, pulling in the power of death from all directions, and for a moment it seemed as if it was going to turn this world into a world of death.

The horror is boundless!

The indescribable power is coming, and it is shining right here at this moment.

On the earth, countless people raised their heads and looked at the sky, and found that the entire sky had changed color.

The laws and atmosphere of the entire world began to change, as if affected by the unknown existence, it began to change spontaneously.

And around the world, this change is continuing.

The incarnations of the gods descended one after another and began to change the world, bursting out with sounds around them, affecting the surrounding world.

The whole world has been changed because of this.

The power of the gods is filled with it, and that majestic power is felt by everyone in the world.

"What the hell is that?"

"Is it really the arrival of ancient gods and demons?"

At this moment, there were waves of exclamations everywhere in this world.

In a world of natural disasters, it is naturally impossible not to have extraordinary powers.

Just because of the unique structure of the natural disaster world, the more peripheral the levels, the less active the various forces are, and the more suitable it is for ordinary mortal life, but not suitable for the existence of extraordinary beings.

Therefore, in the outermost levels, the extraordinary has become a legend and is almost impossible to appear in daily life.

At this moment, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the natural disaster world, the levels where the gods descended were also concentrated on the outermost edge.

Among these levels, there is no real extraordinary power originally.

At this moment, the gods set a precedent.

The gods from the world of gods descended into the world of gods and showed their own aura in this world.
Chapter completed!