Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

This is an eternal river.

Dark rivers are silent, running forever and ever in the infinite past, present and future.

All the dead sleep in the river, unconscious, and sink as the river drifts.

This is the river of death.

No living creature can get here.

But if there are spirits who can come here and go deep into the river, they will find themselves in the depths of the river, not as calm as the surface.

At some point.

There was a slight noise in the dark underwater cave.

“To… the world…”

“Quick... go..."

A murmuring voice, like a whisper, kept ringing in the dark dead water.

The sound gradually became clearer, making the call heard in the unknown presence of the water.

“Lurking in the Dead River...”

“Messenger of the End…”

“… it is time……"

“… wake up! ”

In the dark, a pair of deep cold vertical eyes suddenly lit up.

The aura of ferocity spread.

In the depths of the water, you can see a huge figure floating towards the surface of the water, whispering a rumbling whisper:

“The time has not come, why call me? ”

The constant whispering surrounded it and said constantly: "The body… it carries a secret… the whereabouts…”

“... go... go..."

Boom!!!

A sun-blocking body flew out of the Long River of Death, roaring towards the silent river below:

“My subjects, the lurking Son of the Last Day, wake up and go with me to the realm of life. ”

“We need to find that secret! ”

Dark river flooding.

Countless beings stir the river, emitting dense and numb light beneath the water.

……

Ice covered hillsides.

Behind a giant rock.

The fire made a "crackling” noise, warmly dissipating the cold wind, and the scent of a meal gradually spread in the small fragrance.

“So it's dinner! ”

Gu Qingshan announced.

Several professionals stared at the tray in his hand and rolled down his throat.

After a few days of running around, you'll find that every time you take a break, it's exciting.

- Running in this snow-covered mountain range for several days in a row is actually nothing to their level of profession.

But it's already deep into the doomsday cemetery, and sporadic doomsday forces occasionally appear nearby.

Once encountered, it was a terrible crime.

So now I can take a break and eat a meal prepared by Gu Qingshan himself, which is really not a lot of enjoyment in my life.

Or just the ingredients he brought out, which are well worth paying for this mission.

This Gu Qingshan also seems to be a cultivation-side spiritual food master.

What he makes, he eats, he earns.

Everybody starts swallowing.

Gu Qingshan looked at several people and nodded slightly.

He expressed satisfaction with the popularity of food.

Five of them.

Safaya, the Sorceress of the Dead, was the first member to join.

Then comes the Elf Lord's Lunar Song, Blackthorn the Bottle Spellman.

There is also a pair of brothers and sisters, brother Hakuru is good at blowing arrows, sister Ramata is good at the mysterious voodoo technique, both wearing primitive leaves and feathers, but they are the best on the barbarian side, nobody dares to look down on them.

All five individuals have their own mercenary groups and are also heads of their own mercenary groups.

They are able to excel, have extensive field experience, enter the doomsday cemetery countless times, and can help Qingshan well.

A few days later, the crowd was very efficient in their actions, and the team had gradually moved away from the entrance to the doomsday cemetery, approaching quickly in the direction of Qingshan sensation.

“Finished eating, I'll check it out.” Hakurudo.

“You got me stuff.” The moon sings.

“Okay.” Hakuru said.

When they flashed, they disappeared from the eyes of everyone.

A blower, a bow elf, is one of the best.

In the camp.

“Safaya, that spell you said last time, tell me again. ”

Gu Qingshan is interested in the path.

As a reaper, he traveled too long to study the spell of death.

Safaya, the sorcerer of the dead, looked at him in awe and said timidly: "My lord, I dare not axe the doors in front of you. ”

Gu Qingshan waved: “Ah, no, I really want to ask you a question, of course it doesn't matter if you really don't want to tell me. ”

Safaya grinned, "If you want to listen, I'll talk to you slowly. ”

“You see, when I cast the spell, five fingers pressed to the ground, because death eventually came to the earth. ”

“I applied three death spell sensing materials on my thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, and my nobody and pinky thumb unleashed the power of death, thus triggering a death spell in my palm - note that I cannot breathe when summoning the dead spirit, nor can I have thoughts in my heart, which means that I am a partner in death, not an enemy. ”

“When the spell is thoroughly excited, the hand must leave the ground immediately and quickly make three marks, the mark of death in the past, the mark of awakening in sleep, and the mark of the call to sacrifice, in the correct order. ”

“And…”

Safaya went on nagging.

Gu Qingshan listened carefully.

The other two strong men did not listen.

Bottle spellman Blackthorn and voodoo magician La Matata bowed their heads and carefully packed their things.

- They can launch powerful attacks in the shortest possible time, but they all rely on bottle spells and voodoo dolls, requiring extensive and detailed preparation in advance.

Gu Qingshan nodded from time to time, listening to Safaya.

“… and finally, you say the spell: 'The dead of the river of death, come out! ’ ”

Safaya said.

“Got it, it's complicated.” Gu Qingshan sighed.

“Yes, any slight mistake can have terrible consequences, and be careful.” Safaya stressed.

Gu Qingshan thought about it and gently pressed his hands on the ground and said: "The dead of the river of death, come out! ”

Boo--

A dark light burst open.

The camp's Falun Front was directly broken.

The earth burst into pieces, and a deep, bottomless gap appeared in front of everyone.

Countless skulls climbed up from the underground crevices and stood on both sides of Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan stunned.

No fingerprints, no death materials, just a scream, and the skulls appeared.

Safaya had already knelt down beside her respectfully and said: "My lord… your identity… is indeed…”

The bottle spellman Blackthorn and the voodoo magician La Matata also stood far apart, displaying awe on their faces.

Gu Qingshan was about to speak, only a small line of fireworks appeared in the void:

“You are the Reaper of the River of Life and Death. Once commanded, the spell will be done in death technique and even in summoning the Dead Spirit, no doubt. ”

Gu Qingshan looked at the God of War interface to explain, there was a certain pleasant color.

It was unexpected that all the sacrifices of the ancient era had produced such an unexpected harvest.

“Too much movement.” He said to the skulls.

The skulls nodded silently.

They climb back to the seam, and the seam closes quickly.

Everything's back the way it was.

“Tsk, the river of life and death is amazing.” Gu Qingshan sighed and looked at Safaya with a smile.

Safaya bowed her head: "My lord... it's actually because of you...”

Suddenly, her face stalled.

Everything is settled around.

The sandy mute sounded again:

“Gu Qingshan, the dance of death was broken by the real end, but the festival dance is making drastic changes. ”

“Now you need to contribute your strength to complete the new Death Fight Dance. ”

Gu Qingshan asked hastily: “What should I do? Give your soul strength? ”

"No, I had a feeling there was going to be a huge upheaval, and you needed to speed up and find the strength to help you. ”

Gu Qingshan was confused: “Can you help me? ”

“Yes, you need to take advantage of the power that belongs to you - the Reaper of the River of Life and Death, and you need to create a dance troupe in that capacity that belongs to you personally. ”

“Dance troupe?” Gu Qingshan stayed.

“Yes, try it, it is a condition that helps the evolution of the festival dance, and it can be of great help to your battle, even to the river of life and death. ”

“- Teach your men quickly, starting with the warm-up dance. ”

“Be quick! You will never regret it. ”

Dumb women's voices disappeared.

Everything's back to normal.

Gu Qingshan found that Safaya still looked at herself with awe.

The same goes for Blackthorn, the bottle spell, and La Matata, the voodoo magician.

takes a deep breath.

- Need a dance troupe.

The lady was in such a hurry that she didn't know exactly what had happened.

Well, anyway...

I have to try it myself.

After all, that's how Renee Doyle was defeated.

Festival dancing is absolutely important and cannot be relinquished.

Gu Qingshan's mind is settled.

He snapped a finger and said, “A skeleton, just one. Keep it down. ”

Boom!

The smoke scattered and a skull with a long sword and a shield appeared before him.

Gu Qingshan cleared his voice and walked up. “Put down your sword and shield. ”

The skull acts according to the word.

“Very good,” Gu Qingshan clapped, recalling the warm-up dance movement.

When I taught myself this basic dance, it was recorded by the ancient number one strong man.

It started like this--

“First, I need you to try this move--”

Gu Qingshan danced and stood still.

Skulls follow suit.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Suddenly, the music started.

“Knock, knock, knock, knock! ”

A very infectious percussion!!!

Gu Qingshan nodded his head with the skull, patting, and began to prepare for the formal start of the dance.

A strange and strange atmosphere comes alive quietly.