Book Of The Dead Gods Bg3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I shrugged, “Why not? People are lining up.” “Yeah,” the guy shrugged in agreement. “Who do you think will win in this battle?” His question made me pause. Drawing from my father’s teachings, I recollected that every pack possessed distinct strengths. Some packs excelled in physical might, especially those closely connected to Lycans. Others were adept at using black magic, they often were hybrids of black witches and werewolves. Certain packs even boasted remarkable immunity to poisons.

She looked from the left to the right and saw that she had their attention. “My father wrote that, when the ten sovereigns were created, the top three were created with their very own personal limits in the form of the three books, the book of Enoch, the Necronomicon and the Pandora, in each of these books were weaknesses of how to defeat God, Ymir and Azathoth should they start to rebel. God, after getting his own faction, created a scripture basing on the Book of Enoch but he contradicted the book and wrote the first scripture, the Bible which is by far the most well known.”

I seized the opportunity and volunteered, saying, "I've heard that beastmen are quite knowledgeable about pacifying souls." Mother said urgently, "I'll find someone. How can those crude beastmen possibly..." Before she could finish, an elderly relative quickly stopped her. "Don't! It's so late already. Why create more trouble?" He turned to the beastmen. "Please begin." The mourners nodded and surrounded Victoria, beginning to chant incantations. Seeing that it was only chanting, both Mother and the fake-dead Victoria breathed sighs of relief. However, at the next moment, a strong wind began blowing through the funeral hall.

“What about the second person?” Mark cuts in. “Never found him. Summary of Jessica's narration is that weird deaths and disappearances have been happening since then. And no two deaths are similar. It's like different people… or beings—” “Here we go,” David snorts, earning a glare from Mark. “I’m telling you no human killed those people. Demons are in this town. Demons, I tell you.” Mark insists. Jessica and David roll their eyes, and I almost let out a scoff.

“Listen to the verdict, evil goblin!” All three spoke in unison, their voices drowned out in the whispers of the spirits that were lurking nearby. That voice made our ears want to tear, my body seemed to want to split in half to surrender my souls to the three gods. I felt the goblin flame on my body begin to fade, Aubrey probably sensed it too, he looked up at my worried expression. A great roar resounded, Aubrey's eyes turned black and there was a flash of red blood in the corners of his eyes, Aubrey looked towards the three gods and the earth suddenly split open with strange shapes. strangely, upon the earth thousands of skeleton warriors rose together to protect me and Aubrey. “That boy

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

Gathered at the large cavern hidden under the temple were three hundred hooded figures in black robes. They stood around the burning incense and other offerings that lay at the center of the pentagram painted on the floor, with white candles at each corner. "Tonight is the night promised to us by Croven, our savior," said the man in the middle. "All men die, but not all have the honor of dying with God... To be a living sacrifice to Him..." They shifted uncomfortably as if reconsidering what they had already decided.

… In the Hall of Death of Nether Heaven, the God of Death, Goyard, gazed through the Divine Order's Eye, watching three figures pass through the spatiotemporal path into Nether Heaven. "Well, well, at a time like this, there are still people who can ascend from Dark and Light Heaven to Nether Heaven. Three at once too. Truly incredible!" He resembled a skeleton with wings on his back. He stood over ten feet tall, holding a long death scythe in his hands. "These are all Divine Order seeds. What would you know? In times of great chaos like these, we need such prodigies to withstand the current tribulation," said another God of Death, Barya, who was speaking with him.