Book Of The Dead Gods Bg3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Aengus snapped. Azrail was the god of death who was tasked by Aengus in picking up the souls of the dead to bring them to the god of life, Asher, who on the other hand, was tasked with the reincarnation process afterwards. "Yeah. Yeah. Will you just shut up? Any words that come from your mouths are just irritating me," Abbadon said in a tone that is void of emotions and care while ignoring all the piercing glares that the other gods and goddesses who don’t like his very existence are shooting him.

The little information she had been willing to give him, was things he already knew about the catacombs. Some of the old races of Terra often dug large crypts deep down in the earth to be as near the old God of Death as possible. Of course, these races were regarded as demons and evil creatures. The old God was no longer alive, or so it was said. The Goddess of Death had taken up the task, but she was no more monstrous than the Goddess of Utopia was. In fact, the new Gods were said to be neutral but were still unpredictable in their actions, and it was best to not anger any of them. “We haven't seen any new corpses since we left the catacombs,” Fenryn spoke quietly. He held the torch out inf

Keeping a firm grip on my wrists. I screamed at the pain, I screamed for what was to come. “Keep screaming, I like it when they scream.” I had my head turned away and eyes shut but when he said that, it wasn’t him talking, it was his beast. I dared to look at him and what I found was Aodh, God of the underground himself staring back at me with an evil grin. Eyes as black onyx, deep and monstrous.

I sprayed so much perfume around before I opened the door that I doubt she could even make out mine in there. "Uh huh, apparently Alpha Eligor is furious. He's punishing the night patrol by making them figure out how the Rogues got past them before they're allowed to end their shift. Even if it takes days or weeks, they're not allowed to leave until they know." Ana carries on excitedly. "He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed."

A contract. Until now. A deep chill slid through my spine. I flipped through another book — this one filled with sketches, maps, and what looked like blood-stained seals. One image stood out: a circle of symbols, three interlocking sigils, and at its center — a human silhouette. Below it, a single phrase: 'Fragment of the fallen gods.’ The book was talking about how there were pieces of uninhibited power flying around and enhancing different races. Whatever the Rogue King was doing... He was harvesting fragments. The power of the gods.

Reading passages, finding nothing useful. Then Gray pulled out an old leather-bound book from the back of the highest shelf. "This one looks ancient," he said. The cover was cracked. The pages were yellowed and fragile. The text was written in an old script that was hard to read. But there. On page seventy-three. A chapter titled "The Resurrection of the Fallen." My hands shook as I read. "What does it say?" Gray asked. I read aloud. "To resurrect one who has fallen to mortal wounds but whose essence remains, three offerings must be made. The Mighty Alpha Soul. The Maiden Soul. And the Ancient Wolf Soul."

It sounded like a familiar woman’s crying sound— Crazy Crone! Alex was stunned and pleasantly surprised when he saw Crazy Crone appearing in Gods’ Tomb with her messed up hair. Seeing a real human being in the Undying Clan’s base was practically like seeing a friend from his hometown. “Elder, we meet again!” Alex immediately approached Crazy Crone. Crazy Crone oddly rolled her eyes and stopped crying. Instead, she stared at Alex with dead-looking eyes. After two full minutes, she started crying again. While she wept, she mumbled to herself. “The end of all gods lies in God’s Tomb. There are neither paths to heaven nor hell. Sob sob—”

"Or.... or you could just behave for a minute of your irritating life." Miaka bowed her head in defeat. "Please let us stay," she begged as sweetly as her form would let her. "I want to stay. Please?" After a lomg time his colour became white, then transparent. He was gone. "Great!" she declared, turning to her three new friends: A god of the elves, a god of technology and a teenage healer. 'What a team!' she thought. If the first game was still active, they could certainly join the war and win.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

Alessia's POV I have read the book. It was a typical old storybook that sounded very English and Greek. I cringe a little because what I'm reading sounds like Julius Caesar. It talks about Greek gods, especially Poseidon since Homer's journey travels the seas. I feel like I'm getting a headache reading it because it's a story but the writing is poetic. But I understand because the ancient people were poets. I am too used to reading normal English novels. I just focused my attention on the book because there was nothing else to read there besides this. Even though I'm not used to reading like this, I'm just patient because it makes me sleepy.