god of tomorrow

Gao Wen pushed open the door and stepped out, confident that his superb acting skills were flawless.

Three seconds later, it returned along the same route.

Gao Wen stripped the two overseers naked, stacked them together, and covered them with a blanket.

In this way, even if someone pushes open the door and walks in, they will be deterred by the intimidating power of the troublemaker and quickly close the door, thus delaying him for a while.

……

As Gao Wen ventured deeper, he discovered that the fortress beneath Silverstone Ridge was far larger than he had imagined.

The Undead Armory only occupies a corner. The former treasure room has been excavated and expanded a second time. Passageways branch out, leading to several side roads, staircases, and secret doors, resembling a huge spider web buried deep underground, completely hollowing out the interior of the mountain.

In terms of land area, this place is far smaller than the natural underground caves below Sunset Town, but in terms of the scale and complexity of the buildings, it is no exaggeration to call it a small town.

The Eternal Flame was able to secretly undertake large-scale construction here without the knowledge of other factions...

"Were they really keeping it from other factions?"

Gao Wen used Shadow Leap to evade the guards, silently transforming into a shadow and sneaking into the so-called 'next district'.

The view suddenly opened up, and the style changed abruptly, no longer as compact as before.

The massive load-bearing stone pillars on both sides stand prominently at intervals, resembling ribs or giant hands, supporting the thick rock layers above.

In the very center of the hall, a statue of a deity stood silently, radiating an oppressive aura that made people afraid to look directly at it.

Lord of Death!

"Although believers' behavior should not be attributed to God, I still have to say that it is because of believers like you who are constantly attracting negative attention that death-related reputations are associated with evil and darkness."

Gawain looked at the statue with dissatisfaction. The Lord of Death was too gentle. If he had such a wicked believer, he would have struck him dead with lightning without saying a word.

Be gentle only to him; other believers are not worthy.

When Gawain saw the face of the statue, he was stunned. There was no image of a goddess who was graceful and dignified, but a kind and benevolent male face.

Pupils widened in shock!

"That can't be right... I clearly remember that my Death Ruler is a long-legged goddess!"

Chapter 115 The Eternal Flame Needs Talents Like Me

As everyone knows, the ruler of death is a goddess.

Although this event is not explicitly recorded in early universal theology, the ruler of death has a statue. The slender and tall statue is not much different from other orthodox goddess statues. The blurred face is stripped of worldly desires, emphasizing a dignified and sacred majesty that transcends the mortal world.

For example, the statue of the Lord of Death in the school's small auditorium, draped in black gauze, has a smooth and beautiful curve, and no one who sees it would think it is a male god.

Moreover, Gawain also had ears, and each time the will of the Death Ruler descended, there would be a direct dialogue on a mental level, which he could hear clearly.

Just by listening to her voice, you can tell that she is a goddess with long, straight black hair, long legs, intellectual elegance, a cold exterior but a warm interior, and a dignified yet gentle demeanor.

Listen again. His "death master" still has double eyelids, big eyes, cherry lips, and fair skin. Whether he has a beauty mark is hard to say; I haven't been able to tell yet.

In conclusion, regardless of Gawain's subjective consciousness or the objective facts of the universal continent, the Death Ruler is a goddess.

God may not care how people define His gender; His divinity is transcendent and does not care about worldly labels. However, it is wrong for believers to forcibly modify established facts and define God according to their own preferences.

Blasphemy!

Gawain didn't understand God, nor did he care who blasphemed Him. After all, he wasn't a person who respected God much at heart. He couldn't even be absolutely devout himself, so naturally he wouldn't demand it of others.

But Gao Wen is a grateful person; he respects and protects whoever is good to him.

The Lord of Death is the only god who doesn't care about gains or losses; he gives whatever the gods want. Compared to other gods who exchange things for their own benefit, the Lord of Death is like a mother, a breath of fresh air, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a white moonlight.

Perhaps it was an investment, attracted by his chaotic magic, or perhaps the state of the underworld was so terrible that there was no other choice, but love is love, and that is an undeniable fact.

The Death Lord's favoritism towards Gawain was obvious to the naked eye, and in return, Gawain would not allow anyone to alter the image of the Death Lord in his mind.

Even if it's just a statue of a god!

"Of all people to blaspheme, why did you have to blaspheme my goddess? Today I'll tear down your statues and turn this underground palace into a river of blood..."

Gawain squinted his eyes, gulped down an energy drink to replenish the magic power consumed by Shadow Leap, and then vanished in a shadow.

[Host has triggered the quest [Blasphemy]]

[Mission Description: The Great Lord of Death has been corrupted. Please uncover the truth, purge the blasphemers, and restore the distorted order.]

[Task Rewards: 200 million Experience Points, 10 Gold Coins, 200 Basic Free Attribute Points]

……

The so-called neighboring district is actually a secret stronghold of the Church of Eternal Flame, and also the place where the current bishop, Seymour, made his fortune.

Compared to 99% of magicians, Seymour was undoubtedly lucky, defying fate twice and gaining wealth that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

The first time, through the Chaos Sacrifice, he obtained advanced necromancy that did not exist on the entire continent;

The second time, in the underground palace's treasure chamber, Seymour had just joined the Eternal Flame. The young king spent his days doing archaeology and his nights robbing tombs. He accidentally fell off a cliff and landed at the entrance of the underground palace, where he found a sacred artifact related to the Lord of Death.

With this sacred artifact, Xiao Wang transformed into Manager Wang, leading the company to grow bigger and stronger, and eventually becoming President Wang with assets worth hundreds of millions.

Mr. Wang has not forgotten the place where he started his business. Based on the divination system, that is, the feng shui of the photography studio next door, he firmly believes that this place is an auspicious location, enough to bear all his ambitions. So he transformed it into the secret headquarters of the Eternal Fire, which is not open to core believers who are not at the management level.

Behind the towering statue was a square open space paved with black stone slabs. Climbing the steps, one would find a throne that exuded an extremely imposing aura.

The throne was carved from a single piece of deep, dark rock, with a high, fan-shaped back and a top carved into sharp thorns, resembling a black crown from a distance.

In this context, the meaning of the throne transcends the mundane and should be described as a divine throne symbolizing absolute authority.

A man sat upright on the throne.

He was tall and imposing, with a face that bore a striking resemblance to Seymour, who had invited Glenn to switch jobs at the banquet.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that his face bears a striking resemblance to the statue in front of him; it's not exactly the same, but rather virtually identical.

Seymour!

This Seymourne was incredibly imposing, far beyond the reach of the smooth-talking bishop at the banquet. The difference between them was like that between a ghostly fire drifting in the underworld and a blazing black sun. Looking down with his eyes lowered, he resembled a true god scrutinizing the ants beneath his feet.

The suffocating pressure made the air around the ants seem to freeze.

"Great Lord of Death, the plan is proceeding smoothly and is under your control."

Below the throne, a row of black-robed figures knelt. The Fabian priest spoke up, "The other three forces have come out in full force to block the Adventurers' Guild's little rats. We, the Eternal Flame, have also followed your instructions and firmly supported Glen, standing against the Twilight Church and the Gofrey family."

“Very well. After today, there will be no more Twilight Church and Gofrey family in Hotwind City. Greed has blinded them. It’s time to bring the curtain down.”

Seymus remained expressionless, as if discussing a trivial matter, and continued, "How is Silas doing? Inform him that the plan is at its most critical moment. He must appear in public and absolutely cannot disappear at this time."

"Please rest assured, Silas's loyalty is beyond question. He has a debate in the Iris Province today, and many people will vouch for him."

Fabian spoke with a heart full of resentment. What was Silas? He was inferior to him in every way, but just because he looked like Seymus, he became his confidant and received special training.

What's most infuriating is that Sylas walks around with the face of the Death Lord, enjoying all the honors that should belong to the Death Lord.

In a sense, even with divine permission, this would be a blasphemous act deserving of being burned at the stake.

Fabian became increasingly resentful. It was only because he didn't look like Silas that he was ten times better than him.

Another man in black robes knelt down and bowed, saying, "Great Lord of Death, under your radiance, even the Church of Dawn is nothing but a bunch of clowns. Please grant me divine power, and I will be your vanguard to eliminate these three disobedient forces."

“I have said it many times: my enemy has never been the human church, but your enemy.”

Seymour glanced at them indifferently, his voice, though authoritative, carried a hint of expectation: "I have descended upon the Universal Continent to restore the authority of death among humankind, and I have already bestowed divine magic upon you. If you cannot even pass this test before you, how will you follow in my footsteps and face my true enemies in the future?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the men in black robes were all moved, giving thanks to the Lord of Death for the trial, and vowing to offer their eternal loyalty.

Seymour nodded in satisfaction, about to say something, when he frowned and looked at the shadow beneath the statue: "Where did this rat come from? Come out!"

There was no movement in the direction of the shadow, as if Seymour had misjudged. His loyal followers, however, did not believe so. How could God be wrong? Surely a little mouse had sneaked in.

Fabian, being closest to the statue, saw an opportunity to show his loyalty and immediately shielded his teammates behind him, rushing to the base of the statue.

Swish!

A streak of golden light vanished, moving with lightning speed.

Solar Magic: Shadow of Flash.

Fabian paused for a moment, then immediately thought of the Church of Dawn, and also unleashed his Shadow of Light to give chase.

The others weren't as wealthy as Fabian, so they could only use meditation to unleash their power and catch up, which was too slow. This made Seymus shake his head repeatedly. The Eternal Flame could only attract necromancers, and necromancers were notoriously bad. Relying on these subordinates to conquer the world, it was hard to imagine when they could catch up with a behemoth like the Church of Dawn.

Fortunately, after today, he will master a second high-level necromancy spell; otherwise, he would have no hope at all.

"No need to chase him. The rat is courting death by entering the mining area. Fabian can handle it by himself. The rest of you proceed according to plan. Notify Jude to finish up and bring Glen to me as soon as possible."

Seymour didn't care. A little mouse skilled at lurking wouldn't cause any trouble in the Eternal Flame stronghold full of undead. The most important thing was Glen; he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

By killing Glenn, he can advance further.

Those who possess chaos magic of the same attribute will be attracted to each other, and he can't wait to meet Gran and take away her advanced necromancy.

……

"Where did I come from? Why did you change the map again?"

Inside the pitch-black cave, Gawain randomly chose a direction and plunged in.

The Eternal Flame was exceptionally enthusiastic about expanding its base, digging holes everywhere like rats. First the armory, then the Hall of Idols, and along any random path, there were honeycomb briquettes like termite mounds. They were so ruthless that they seemed determined not to stop until they had hollowed out the ground.

Construction is underway in this dark mining area on the map, where skeleton soldiers carrying pickaxes and hoes can be seen everywhere. They are slow-moving and osteoporotic; often, with one swing of the hoe, the pickaxe and the stone are fine, but the bones break.

Why keep these meaningless skeleton soldiers instead of scrapping them for the New Year?

Gawain was full of doubts, but with the AI ​​assistant by his side, he was not afraid of getting lost. In addition, with his Shadow Leap magic, he dared to brave even the most dangerous situations. After running around like a headless fly for a while, he stopped in a relatively spacious area.

The Dark Vision opens, revealing the broken remains of miners scattered throughout the rubble and soil of the mining area. Ahead lies a water-filled pit more than ten meters deep, its surface calm, not appearing to connect to an underground river.

"Run! Why did you stop running?"

Fabian arrived with a grim expression. Looking at the black-robed infiltrator whose face was completely covered by a hood, he thought to himself, "What speed! Luckily, we're on my own turf. If it were in a wide open area, I might not have been able to catch up."

pat!

Fabian snapped his fingers, and the broken bodies of the miners buried on the ground glowed and shone with cold phosphorescent light.

Necromantic Magic: Skeleton Light

Low-level support magic with no offensive power can only be used for lighting, and it has extremely high requirements for the casting environment, so its cost-effectiveness is average. Even Gawain, who guards the Death Lord, is too lazy to learn it.

Gawain drew his assassin's dagger: "To be honest, I am a fan of the Eternal Flame and have always dreamed of joining you. Give me a chance, and I will go through fire and water for Your Excellency."