Prophet?
God of Death?
13: Chapter 13: Lord of the Nether Sea?
Prophet?
God of Death?
Chapter 13: Lord of the Nether Sea?
Prophet?
God of Death?
What do I want to do?
That’s a good question, I don’t even know what I want to do, is it possible that I actually don’t want to do anything at all!
Damn it.
He just casually tugged at it, who knew he would pull over a BOSS.
He swore that in the future he would never mess around with his hands again.
Could it be that that thread is Agnes?
Brightness represents Agnes’ strength.
As one of the Four Pillar Divine Envoys of the Eternal Freedom Sect, Agnes possesses combat power close to the peak among humans, belonging to the upper tier of the pyramid.
The length is very short, representing Agnes’ lifespan?
This beautiful lady will die in two and a half years at the hands of the Valkyrie Arianna.
Looking at Agnes in front of him, Ron felt that it was more appropriate to act mysterious and unfathomable, after all, the other party could slap him to death with a single hit.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart, both are villains, why is the gap so big?
Look at Agnes, noble status, powerful strength, even when suddenly summoned to the gloomy and eerie Ferryboat of Souls, there was not the slightest panic on her face.
A black belt bound her white dress, revealing a charming waist, graceful yet capable.
Unlike himself, as the instigator, he still appeared as steady as an old dog on the surface, but panicking like hell inside.
Ron knew he couldn’t think for too long, otherwise it would arouse Agnes’ suspicion.
He spoke slowly in a brisk yet steady tone: “Madam, this… is a ship.” An absurd feeling welled up in Agnes’ heart, your answer is no different from not answering at all, right?
Of course she knows this is a ship.
But the key question is, what kind of ship is this?
Where is this ship going?
What sea is this?
What sky is this?
Pure nonsense.
If it were before, she might have thought the mysterious person in front of her was deliberately teasing and mocking her, and might even get angry.
But… Facing such a terrifying, mysterious existence as deep as a black hole, she had no capital to be angry.
She didn’t even dare to continue asking questions.
Just listen to that steady voice, as if everything is under control.
Even if it was teasing, such a strong person has the capital to tease her.
And the weak can only become toys, this is the rule of this world.
He is stronger than her, so every word he says has unquestionable authority.
Fortunately, the mysterious person in front of her seemed to feel that he had said nonsense, and he spoke again: “This place… is the world of the dead!” Agnes, who had been fine just now, felt a chill surge from the soles of her feet to her heart, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to think that the ‘dead’ in the mysterious person’s words referred to ‘kings’.
The world of the dead, that is… the underworld?
Her elegant neck moved slightly: “Am I dead?” “Oh, no, beautiful lady, please do not panic, you are still alive… at least, for now you are still alive, although your lifespan is very short, like a shooting star that flashes and disappears in the sky.” Agnes didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
She didn’t know whether to be glad that she was still alive, or to be sad that her lifespan was very short.
But at least Agnes understood one thing… the man in front of her knows her lifespan, he knows when she will die.
Prophet?
God of Death?
Lord of the Nether Sea?
Several titles instantly appeared in her mind, and each title represented power and mystery.
“Then why did I appear here?” Agnes calmed her emotions and spoke in as steady and respectful a tone as possible.
“Hmm, because… I’m bored.” Ron tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said.
Agnes looked at that indistinct figure and felt it becoming more and more absurd, even horrifying.
Just because of boredom, he forcibly dragged her from the main world to the underworld?
Isn’t that a bit too casual?
Perhaps this is the style of a truly strong person.
All the rules of the world are nothing in Their eyes!
Ron spread his hands and smiled: “You know, there’s only me here… although occasionally I encounter some strange guys…” For example, you.
That’s what Ron thought, but in Agnes’ mind it was another feeling, the strange guys should refer to other existences of the same tier, right?
It must be so.
Ron didn’t know Agnes’ thoughts and continued: “So, I occasionally bring people over to chat.” No, it’s definitely not that simple.
This mysterious and great existence, since He brought her here, it certainly wasn’t just because of boredom, nor could it possibly be a mere coincidence.
There must be a purpose behind His actions.
In addition, He deliberately pointed out that her lifespan was very short, that her life was about to come to an end.
Agnes’ chest became hot, a thought that excited her emerged in her heart, could it be that this mysterious existence wanted to change her fate?
A flawless smile appeared on her face as she spoke in the most devout tone: “O mysterious and great existence…” Mysterious and great, who is she talking about?
Could she be talking about me?
It seems the mysterious and unfathomable image I put on has worked, that’s pretty good.
I really have talent for acting… Ron praised himself in his heart.
Then, he interrupted Agnes’ voice: “That title is a bit cumbersome.” “Perhaps, you can call me ferryman, sailor, navigator, or… captain?” Agnes’ body trembled violently, she felt more and more that her speculation was correct.
Ferryman?
Sailor?
Aren’t those the beings who control the movement of this giant ship?
Navigator?
Isn’t that the one who guides the direction?
Captain?
Isn’t that the one who controls everything and oversees the whole situation?
A blush appeared on her pretty face, her long legs slowly bent as she knelt devoutly on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold, biting deck: “O supreme great existence, please guide the direction of my path forward.” Watching Agnes, this big BOSS, kneel in front of him, what the hell is this?
“What are you doing?” If he said this now, would this woman jump up and slap him to death?
Ron’s expression was strange as he stared at Agnes.
Agnes felt Ron’s gaze, she became even more fearful, her body pressed even lower.
Her figure was already graceful, and this posture made her ass curve into a full and elegant, sexy line.
It must be said, this posture is quite nice.
Forget it, I’ll give her a little hint.
Definitely not because of Agnes’ sexy figure and pretty face.
Purely because although Agnes is a villain, among the Four Pillar Divine Envoys she is the kind who is only nominal, she has a lofty status, but does not participate in the management of the Eternal Freedom Sect, nor has she committed any sins.
She is merely pursuing freedom, wanting to break the birdcage that imprisons her, precisely because of this, many players have tried to win over Agnes, but unfortunately, no one has succeeded, and she will also die along with the destruction of the Eternal Freedom Sect.
“Your life has two and a half years left!” Agnes, lying prone on the ground, trembled violently.
“Your heart is filled with confusion.” “You long for freedom, you want to break free from the cage.” “But the path you chose is wrong.” “Freedom does not equal indulgence.” The prophetic words and voice made Agnes’ heart tremble violently, freedom does not equal indulgence?
Does He mean that she should not believe in the God of Eternal Freedom?
Agnes felt an indescribable fear, finally, she lowered her head again: “Thank you for your guidance!” Watching Agnes, this great villain, bow her head to him, the feeling was really strange, Ron let out a breath, he was guiding a great villain onto the right path.
I’m really great.
At this moment, Ron felt extremely tired, his head splitting with pain.
Ron understood, his spirit was on the verge of exhaustion, he could no longer stay here.
On his finger, the ring began to emit scorching heat.
He took a deep breath: “You should go back.” At the same time, he tried in his mind to open the door to send Agnes back, although he didn’t know if it would succeed, Ron had to try.
Agnes, who had wanted to continue asking questions, closed her mouth, a pitch-black door appeared beside her.
Agnes lowered her head again: “I do not know how to repay your kindness!” Ron tilted his head and smiled: “Perhaps, you can help me find… Ron’s notes!” “It may have fallen into the hands of the Eternal Freedom Sect.”