This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 147 Death God
"I've been wondering why people are born without any memory."

With the support of Kenny, the 79-year-old Muqi raised his memory branch in his hands. After leaving the chair that imprisoned his soul and body, he forgot everything, his identity, and his memory. Emperor Chong, forgot Mu Qi.

But only God has not been forgotten.

"Later I realized that this is determined by the will of the world."

Clutching the branch tightly in his hand, Mr. Mu Qi closed his eyes, feeling the memory that he regarded as a treasure in the rough and inconspicuous wood, "What the will of the world wants is balance. If life is born with If there is memory, the balance of this world will be broken. There is no progress, no future, and human beings are forever imprisoned in the memory of the past. Just like me, trapped in a wooden chair."

"Therefore, when a person dies, he cannot put memory in his soul. The soul can be reborn, but the memory cannot."

Mr. Muqi tremblingly broke away from Kenny's support, and he staggered, walking alone towards the god of death who was trapped in place by the will of the void.

"You are the god who controls death, you can knead the soul at will, but you can't control our will and memory alone."

Bending down, the hands full of ravines inserted the small branches on the ground in front of the god of death.Mr. Mu Qi didn't let go of his hand, he stared at this seedling like a most diligent gardener, his eyes were full of countless love and pity.

"You can't spy, so you can't use my memory to search for the plan in my mind against the gods. You can't control the will of others, so even if you create a real void body and plant the instinct of revenge in it, but Void still did not start the killing. Void still remembers who the real enemy is."

The branches are inserted into the ground, and delicate green buds grow slowly from the branches.In the underground shelter, a gentle woman was stunned for a moment. She seemed to be looking at the dark ceiling as if she had a feeling in her heart, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes inexplicably.She seems to have forgotten someone, she only remembers that person is very kind, very kind, who is loved by everyone.

"Death can deter life, but it cannot control the will."

Sitting weakly on the icy ground, old man Muqi tightly grasped the branch in front of him.He smiled, the same heartfelt, proud smile he had done more than 60 years ago when he first learned the "rules."

"Rules should not have subjective will. God of Death, I am ready to die, how about you?"

Mr. Mookie's blood stagnated, and his heart stopped beating.The cloudy eyes no longer had the brilliance of the past, and the skin covered with gullies lost its color.

The green shoot grows rapidly, and it continues to grow towards the sky. As Mr. Muqi's life passes, this branch that has been with him for half his life is liberated by him.However, only Zhou Li knows that what is contained in this seemingly ordinary branch is the will of a country, the country of Mu Qi, and the memory and love for Mr. Mu Qi.

In the shelter, people seemed to have sensed something, and raised their heads in unison.They didn't know why, but they suddenly lost a piece of their hearts.They looked at each other, tears were hidden in the darkness, and one after another of crying gradually sounded in the shelter.

"Who... did I forget?"

Xiao Ke, who summoned the radish general to block the gap, suddenly covered her chest. She lowered her head blankly, and there was a touch of greenness on the wasteland that had been spread by the flames of war.She felt that a piece of her heart was missing, someone who was important to her was missing.

Kaya stared blankly at the gradually decaying old man in front of her. She didn't know who it was, and she didn't know why he leaned against the growing old tree in such a dangerous battlefield.But he had a vague feeling that this old man seemed to be doing something great.

"You have completely integrated the world's memories of you into your soul, and every part of your soul contains the love and longing of the Muqi people for you. This tree is everything for the name Mr. Muqi, right?"

With the last branches drawn out, the green leaves are lush.In this world, only Zhou Li still remembers this old man.His eyes were full of complicated emotions.

"it's time."

The old man has no way to answer Zhou Li, he is dead.As early as a long time ago, he had already planted everything with the name of Mr. Muqi in every plant and tree in Havana.Now that the seed sown has been watered by him, it is time to grow.

"What are you...doing?!!!"

The God of Nether Death, feared.

He was afraid.

He is indeed the embodiment of the rules, and death cannot be eliminated.

But Mr. Zhou Li and Mr. Mu Qi didn't intend to eliminate the rule of death from the very beginning, they couldn't do it.What they want to eliminate is "death" with consciousness.

"In the future, there will no longer be a god in death, and death will only be a rule."

The black emperor, the Chonghuang, the brave——Zhou Li held up the sword of power and issued his verdict on the gods.

Kaliss connect wills to each other and souls intertwine.The extinct race returned to reality again, led by Kaya Kalis, the newborn of the Kalis family, to launch a righteous revenge against the god of death.

Finally, a human, a dead human, Mr. Mookie.

The trees grow wildly, and the green leaves and branches trap the god of death and darkness in them.The once proud and invincible God of Death was ridiculously trapped in it by ordinary trees.These leaves, which contain thoughts and memories, carry the last hope of Mr. Mu Qi, and completely crucify the god of death in this world.

"You can't do this! You are destroying yourself! The gods will not let you go!"

The God of Nether Death roared crazily. He killed Mr. Muqi, but he was forced to watch Mr. Muqi's life.He touched these leaves, touched the will and memory of all the people in the country of Muqi.

He broke the rules, so he should be punished.

"Let me guess, your divinity has been stripped, right?"

The sword of power exudes a chill, but Zhou Li's eyes are as calm as water.He looked at the hysterical God of Death, and said with an unquestionably solemn voice, "Congratulations, Katz, you are no longer a god."

The void, the endless void.

Kaya stretched out her hand, she seemed to be touching the end of the space, but her amethyst-like eyes reflected the appearance of the world.The endless Kalis Void engulfed the world with silver and purple rays of light.

"Don't you want to know the truth?! Don't you want to know why we killed Kalis?! I tell you, I tell you all, don't kill me, let me go!!"

At this time, Katz has been deprived of all authority related to "death", and now he is just a poor corpse who died early, with only his soul alive in his bones.Trapped among the trees, he looked at the terrifying purple light that gradually condensed like a natural disaster, and kept begging.

When she heard the word "truth", the light in Kaya's hand stopped slightly.Realizing this, Katz was ecstatic immediately, and continued: "Keep me, I will tell you the truth about the gods, I know them all, I know them all! Don't worry, I will use everything to make up for me crime, I will repent!"

"Oh."

Under Katz's desperate gaze, Kaya nodded slightly and said flatly, "You continue to confess."

"In hell, don't forget to repent."

Silver and purple light swallowed the darkness.

Death is quiet, there are no gods anymore.

(End of this chapter)