Chapter 546： Ferryman

Hundreds of years after the establishment of the underworld, with the rapid growth of the Western Fantasy World's population, there are more and more dead souls entering the underworld.

Especially in recent years, there have been frequent wars and turbulence on the mainland, and more people have died.

Those transcendents with stronger souls are born to be stronger than ordinary people's souls after entering the underworld.

Some of them have been waiting on the Stygian side for hundreds of years, and they have not been picked up by ferrymen. Some have struggled in the Stygian River and want to swim to the opposite bank.

The longer the time in the Styx, it will gradually be synchronized by the rules of the underworld and become a part of the underworld.

In order not to be annihilated by the laws of the underworld, those powerful souls began to devour the souls of the weak in the Styx to maintain their own souls.

This situation led to the emergence of many powerful souls in the Styx, and some even reached the seventh order.

Whenever there are powerful dead souls who want to swim from the Styx to the opposite shore and want to swim back, there will be a black scythe in the underworld messengers wearing black robes, destroying them and turning them into a part of the underworld.

When there are powerful dead souls who use their special power to resist entering the underworld, they will also appear to harvest the soul.

The messenger of the underworld dragged the unreal shadow, wandering in the sky, maintaining the order of the entire underworld.

These underworld messengers were all priests of the underworld church during their lifetime, and were appointed as underworld messengers after death to help manage underworld.

With the continuous entry of the priests and souls of the Church of the Underworld, the land of the underworld expanded continuously.

In addition to the place where the Styx is located, countless vast areas have appeared to fill hundreds of millions of dead souls.

Under the action of the death force, many creatures and plants unique to the underworld appeared, such as various underworld beasts and other shore flowers.

Whether An Mixiu walked through the gate of the underworld, or when he took the ship of the underworld ferry Charon to the trial platform, it was very calm.

Because An Mixiu knew that he had been summoned by Chen Luo and did not enter the underworld as a dead soul.

Only when he saw another ferryman, there was a look of uncertainty on An Mixiu's face.

He could feel that the man had Oliver's breath, but he disappeared in an instant, making him a little uncertain whether the ferry was Oliver.

At this time, some undead struggled to climb the ferry, but were expelled by an invisible force.

But as if they didn't even know that it was in vain, they kept roaring in the Styx, and continued to want to go up in anger, even if they were evicted once and again, they still refused to give up.

"Get out of here!"

Charon roared, and the paddle in his hand slapped on the Stygian River. The black waves swept away and swept across the Stygian River. All the dead souls were suddenly shocked out, layer by layer, like garbage.

The Styx quieted down in an instant, but in less than a moment, countless hands stretched out from the bottom of the river, struggling to pull up on the side of the boat.

"Something I don't know!"

The green light in Karon's eyes flashed suddenly, and all the dead souls on the ship's side made a wailing wailing, which instantly disappeared.

At this moment, the Styx was completely quiet, and no more souls dared to approach the ferry boat.

An Mixiu turned a blind eye to all this, he did not make any movements, nor did he speak, just looked at another ferryman from afar.

"Who is he?"

Caron noticed An Mixiu's eyes. He bowed slightly, and said in a respectful tone, "Go back to Master, I don't know."

An Mixiu frowned, but didn't ask any more, because he knew it was also a blank question.

As Charon's ferry boat docked on the opposite bank, An Mixiu also had to take back his sight, stepped on the other bank, and walked toward the trial stage.

Numerous messengers of the underworld along the way are bowing to An Mixiu. They obviously all know the identity of An Mixiu, and they also know that he may be the master of the future.

Even the three six-winged dark angels on the trial stand got up and watched Amishu walk across the trial stand and head towards the temple of the **** of death behind.

On the way to the temple of death, there are a lot of black flowers and countless special plants in the underworld.

An Mixiu looked at the scenery of the underworld while thinking about the whole process after the soul of the dead that he saw just entered the underworld.

An Mixiu understood that this was what Chen Luo wanted him to see, and most of this was also the purpose of summoning him.

"The three steps of screening, baptism, and termination are really fair?"

"The order of the underworld seems to be maintained by these underworld messengers. Can they maintain the operation of the underworld in such a small amount?"

In the process of thinking, An Mixiu unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the Temple of Death.

The buildings here are taller and more magnificent than the ordinary temples, and the style also reveals a dark and strange smell.

Each temple is divided into many layers, supported by huge pillars, layer by layer.

The ground was all covered with large stone slabs, passing through the temples, and An Mixiu finally reached the temple in the deepest place. It floated in the sky and was at the highest point.

In front of An Mixiu's eyes, there was a step suspended in the air, leading to the palace on the top, passing through it, and you could see a large number of death messengers coming and going around.

When An Mixiu reached the temple at the highest place step by step, when he saw Chen Luo, his calm and wise eyes became excited for a moment.

In more than a hundred years, An Mixiu has endured countless wars and life and death trials, and his mood has become immobile for a long time, but when he sees Chen Luo at this moment, his mind is immediately turbulent and difficult to control.

More than a hundred years ago, he was still an insignificant street beggar. At that time, he was only sixteen years old. Chen Luo completely changed his destiny.

"Under the crown, I finally see you again!"

With tears in her eyes, An Mixiu knelt at Chen Luo's feet, touched the ground with her head, and fell down deeply.

Chen Luo looked at An Mixiu's vicissitudes and mature face. He couldn't help but sigh and waved and stood up An Mixiu from the ground.

"An Mixiu, has the ideal country you expected been established?"

Chen Luo remembered when he asked Amishu what kind of world he wanted to build, the sentence he said, "Good and evil are rewarded, everyone wants to be bright, the world no longer wants to enjoy, the weak have dignity, the strong There are constraints."

An Mixiu felt ashamed and embarrassed for a moment, and knelt on the ground and cried.

"Under the crown! I'm too clueless to do it!"

Chen Luo reached out and patted An Mixiu on the shoulder and smiled, "No, you did a good job and did not live up to my request. You are still young and have enough time to complete your ambition."

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