The black curtain of light enveloped the whole world, obscured the sun of the underworld in the sky, and the whole world plunged into total darkness.
But at that moment, all living creatures in hell looked up into the sky and they knew that it wasn’t a curtain of light, but it was the robe of the God of Death, the true master of hell, Cetisius. The sky was blazing with two flames; the light was dazzling and shining on the earth.
It was the eyes of God of Death, covered by a black cloak which obscured the face of the God of Death. It admonished all life forms that he was an existence whereby no one could peer at.
He turned his head and looked City of Bones in the sky.
The City of Bones carried hundreds of millions of Corps of the Undead which occupied the entire land. The mythical light of a Level Eight mythical city of the dead swept across more than half of the sky, and the mythical rule of death was affecting the power of hell.
More than ten great mythical bodies rose from the Tower of the Dead Spirit, and they were in confrontation with God of Death who was in the sky.
It was a rebellion that spread throughout hell, and almost all of the forces in the Nine Levels of Hells declared their dissatisfaction and hatred for God of Death, Cetisius, and were waging a battle for his divine position; they were trying to dethrone him from the eternal throne of a True God.
But at that moment, the God of Death arrived without support, he only revealed his usual appearance but was already at the top of the world; he had supressed all others. The aura of terror and majesty had oppressed all Corps of the Undead and the City of Bones from straightening their backs.
The God of Death looked down at the earth, without saying a word, under the cohesion of his power and majesty, all the dead creatures trembled.
More than ten of the Level Seven mythical Lords of the Dead Spirit, under his oppression, they even recalled their fear of him.
“Are we really a lord who could resist death?”
“No one has succeeded in tens of thousands years!”
“This is a True God, one of the oldest and most powerful gods – God of Death!”
And just then, the owner of the City of Bones, Flosa, roared angrily, “Have you forgotten our pain and suffering over the years?”
“Have you forgotten our misery when the 17 true gods suppressed and oppressed us?”
“Have you forgotten about our agreements and dreams?”
A giant shadow of ten thousand meters emerged from the City of Bones, and it gradually condensed into a substantial being; a human-shaped body of a god, which was fuming in black smoke and flowing with flames inside, floated above the City of Bones.
The great mythical body was above the clouds of the sky, he was like a giant pillar which ran through heaven and earth, and his eyes were locked onto God of Death, Cetisius.
“Today! This is the time! Now!”
“Let us break through this decadent world!”
“Our will and strength are unstoppable!”
Hundreds of millions of Corps of the Undead hollered a reluctant roar, within their pupils and skulls were burning with a blazing flame. Even in face of God of Death who controlled death, the legendary God of Death, Cetisius, they nevertheless voiced out their own desire.
“Break through this decadent world!” Several Lords of the Dead Spirit followed after him and hollered with their sharp cries.
“Unstoppable!” Numerous Dead Knights ran with tens of thousands of horses across the earth and canal and headed for the City of Qiromu.
“Cetisius! The time has changed…”
“It’s a new era now!”
Flosa was looking resentful as he looked to the sky; it was the anger of every dead creature against the master of death, his unwillingness that his own destiny was controlled by another.
“I’m going to… attack all the decadent and depraved gods! Get rid of everyone from their superior positions!”
The City of Bones quickly launched its attacks. Flosa activated his mythical body, his twisted body, which was fuming in black smoke, was targeting God of Death, Cetisius. He was using himself as a canon; he activated the power of the mythical rules and bombarded God of Death, Cetisius.
The intense red flame burst out from the mythical body of Flosa, it set off waves of thousands of miles and illuminated the whole world.
The radiance pierced through the clouds, through the sky, through the eighth and seventh layers of hell, and all the way towards God of Death, Cetisius.
The God of Death, Cetisius, raised his hand, he pressed onto the earth, his huge palms brushed through the clouds, and the flames which was surging was pressed down, the strong explosion on the earth set off a sandstorm which drowned out everything.
The hand of the gods landed from the sky, destroyed everything, and annihilated every little thing; it had given Flosa a big blow.
The giant palms were pressed directly on top of the huge City of Bones; it was as large as a continent in the sky. Along with the mythical body of Flosa, all was pressed down onto the earth of death and was crushing down from the sky.
The intense Level Eight mythical territory spread, it was resisting the divine power of God of Death, Cetisius, but the power of rule, in his oppression, continued to fall apart, and was about to disintegrate.
“How can it be! How can it be!”
“I’m a Level Eight too! I owned the divinity of death too!”
“I’ve the support of hundreds of millions of the undead, more than ten Lords of the Dead Spirit and a City of Bones!”
“Why…why?”
Flosa roared frantically towards the sky, his mythical body, which was shot down from the clouds, was struggling, and infinite mythical death witchcraft bolted and smashed towards the sky.
A strong force erupted from the entire City of Bones, the Light of the Dead Spirit frantically pounded towards the sky; it was retaliating against the God of Death, Cetisius.
Just then, the God of Death, Cetisius, stretched out the other hand, the presence of death and the entire hell suddenly shook, the dead creatures of the entire hell all irresistibly kneeled to the ground.
All saw a giant sickle of god appeared in the sky, it went through several layers of hell and came crashing down.
It was the power of God of Death left by the first God of Death, it was the symbol of the God of Death, and it was a present given by the legendary Creator.
Wherever the sickle of god had passed, all living and dead creatures would be devoured, and as it fell from the sky, the rules and divinity of death in the City of Bones were constantly being torn and ripped.
The entire City of Bones was struggling from its imminent collapse, and at last when it was completely intolerable, the whole city fell apart.
After the disintegration of the mythical body of Flosa, he was reduced to a body of Soul’s Corpse which dropped from the clouds. The entire City of Bones shattered into pieces; he looked into the sky during his fall, only to see the sickle of god which had occupied his sight.
“Is this the True God?”
“And the legendary…”
“Sickle of the Death God!”
The divine artifact of death came crashing down, and then in Flosa’s disbelief, everything had fallen into darkness.
Billions of Corps of the Undead collapsed in a flash, as the Sickle of the Death God waved through the earth, everything decomposed in face of death. Those monsters that were previously hidden in all corners and spaces of hell, had now gathered together, and were in its own destruction.
The sandstorm above the earth subsided slowly; it had calmed down. From the madness and clamour to a deathly silence, all had changed too fast.
A grand rebellion with more than ten mythical levels involved and billions of undead which had swept the earth, at last, it had all came to an end.
God of Death, Cetisius, glanced across hell; he scrutinised at everything and took into account of everything.
“Did Lynn Ahenaten escape?”
“There’s another one! The guardian of the gate of hell! Heim, the soul-eating goat devil!”
“No! Now, he’s… Anke Pusuote!”