Chapter 641 (1/2)

The palms of the two people were separated silently like light and shadow. Imorton looked at his hands in amazement. He trembled and stretched out his hands to touch ansuna's hair, but his arms passed through ansuna's head like an illusion. Ansuna didn't notice all this and walked calmly towards their Chen ang.

”No!!!” imoden screamed.

He flew towards Chen ang and jumped at the devil, but his body passed through Chen ang without obstacles. He excitedly shot a bone spear and turned into a sandstorm, but everything was like an illusion and could not interfere with every plant and tree in the living world. At this time, in imoden's mind, he repeated Chen Ang's words again and again.

”The dead should not live, the left should not stay. There are barriers between life and death. The dead should not touch the fingertips of the living, and the living should not see the face of the dead and hear its words...”

Imoden looked back trembling. He could see the reflection in Chen Ang's eyes - nothing.

His trembling head saw two arms as if he were alive. He hurried to the black pool and saw that he was handsome as a reflection in the water. He turned back and saw ansuna raise the sacrificial knife.

”Ansuna! Don't...” imoden moaned like a cuckoo crying blood.

He wanted to stop everything, but they were like two worlds, life and death, forming a natural barrier in front of him. Imorton watched Chen ang punch ansuna in the abdomen, watched Chen ang knock ansuna heavily to the ground, and watched him press ansuna's head with one hand and press her into his previously sealed sarcophagus.

Imorton frantically pounced on the five sacred objects. He found that it was the only thing he could touch.

Regardless of these sacred objects symbolizing gods, he cut the crocodile's throat. God set's angry roar made emodon tremble. The curse from seta made him lose his lower body forever. He pierced the cat's head. The curse from the underworld made him completely lose the opportunity to enter the underworld. He could only wander alone in the world forever. He unscrewed the Falcon's head, Since then, in the sun, like bathing in magma, the soul is like walking on a soldering iron. He killed the ram and the curse completely destroyed him.

The title of high priest, which could not be deprived even by killing pharaohs, was completely deprived by the gods in the soul of imodon. It was like pulling out a tightly bound thing from his soul, which made him feel as painful as a thousand cuts.

Imoden endured the curse of the gods and the cruelest punishment of the gods. He did the cruelest thing to himself, let his strength and his care turn everything into deviation, darkness, anti God and curse. He became the last thing he wanted to become, and only prayed for strength to stop all this.

The power sealed on the five sacred objects returned to his body, deviated from the gods, and suffered the most terrible curse. He finally obtained the power to break free from the bondage and restraint of the sun gold Sutra. All this was just a little short - finally, the golden scarab, which represents the beetle God, La's separation and has the power of rebirth.

Imoden looked back and saw Chen ang holding a scarab like gold and smiling at him.

Ansuna was pressed by one of his hands into the sarcophagus he had sealed, and was still struggling violently. Ansuna cried to the despair around her: ”imoden! Imoden!”

Imoden knelt down in front of Chen ang. He begged: ”whatever you want, as long as I have it, you can take it! Imoden is willing to be your eternal servant. Swear with my soul, as long as you return her to me, I am willing to bear everything!”

Chen ang sighed, ”imorton! I said I never regarded anyone as my enemy. I didn't finish a paragraph. When I saw the curse you engraved on the sarcophagus, what did I want to talk about?” Chen ang looked at imorton, looked deeply into his eyes, and told him in a calm tone that imorton will never forget.

”I want to say... Your hatred, your curse and your pain are not enough!”

”Pain makes people strong, imorton, your strength is not strong enough! Because you still have love... Such a weak you is not what I need. So be strong! Imorton... Hatred will give you strength!”

Chen Ang's words were engraved word by word in the depths of imoden's soul. He smiled and threw the golden Scarab into ansuna's coffin. Countless scarabs swarmed up. Chen ang silently closed the lid of the sarcophagus and tightened the polygonal key.

Imorton tried to stop Chen ang, but there was nothing he could do.

He deeply felt Chen Ang's silence, as if it were ruthless and silent from the sky. He felt that he was like an ant standing in front of Chen ang, and Chen ang silently stepped on it in the direction he wanted. He didn't care about his struggle, despair, hatred and sadness, the anger he had nowhere to express!