Chapter 327 Dennington's Choice
However, occasionally, a picture would flash through the mind of the Lord of Death.

This made the Lord of Death feel that something seemed to be wrong with him.

After walking out of the main god's palace, the Lord of Death looked at everything in the Nether Mountain and felt that it was somewhat different from the Nether Mountain in his memory.

The Lord of Death has long been accustomed to such situations.

After all, in this world, even the rules of death are so ambiguous, so what else is impossible?
Walking in the Nether Mountain, the Lord of Death unknowingly arrived in front of the water palace shrouded in thick fog.

"Huh? When did a mansion appear here?"

The Lord of Death frowned.

In her memory, Nether Mountain was her territory.

But she has no memory of this area.

"Humph, I want to see what tricks you are playing!"

With a sneer in his heart, the Lord of Death soon realized that this mansion must be related to the guy who had previously broken into his main palace.

Stepping into the fog, contrary to the Lord of Death's expectations, the thick fog and the powerful soul attack she sensed in the fog did not attack her. Instead, as she moved forward, a passage was revealed.

Following this passage, soon, this water palace came into the sight of the Lord of Death.

"This, this is such a wonderful law..."

When the Lord of Death saw this water palace for the first time, he was deeply attracted to it.

This is the most essential attraction of the Great Perfection Law to the depths of the souls of living beings.

In an instant, the Lord of Death instantly changed his clones, replacing his water god clone with the main god's true body.

Slowly stepping onto the floating bridge, the water god's clone of the Lord of Death squatted on the floating bridge. He reached out to touch the bridge and came into close contact with the perfect law of harmony and unity.

However, the moment the Lord of Death’s hand touched the floating bridge, he suddenly felt that this scene seemed very familiar.

It was as if this had happened before.

"boom!"

With this incident as a trigger, in an instant, all the memories that had been blocked by Locke before suddenly flooded into the mind of the Lord of Death.

The surprise at the first meeting, the perfect hypothesis...

Tens of millions of years of acquaintance and understanding, a wedding announced to the world...

The determination to bear a child for Locke, and the absolute trust she had told Locke in the Lord's Palace that day...

"Locke, Locke..."

The Lord of Death suddenly stood up from the floating bridge and called Locke's name.

But after calling out a few times, the Lord of Death suddenly remembered that he seemed to have chased Locke away when he just opened his eyes.

"call……"

The Lord of Death let out a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

As Locke's only confidant, how could the Lord of Death not know what Locke's true self means to Locke?
She was sure that if she really killed Locke's real body, she and Locke would never be able to go back to the way they were before.

Now...

Looking up, the Lord of Death seemed to see through the turbulence of space and look towards the water god plane.

Obviously, after recovering his memory, the Lord of Death realized that his spiritual consciousness had not discovered Locke in the turbulence of space before.

Locke's soul power is so strong that he can construct such a real illusion for himself, allowing him to re-understand the rules of death and eliminate the influence of the power of faith on himself. Then, it is easy for him to block his spiritual perception.

Although Locke did not say it, how could the Lord of Death not know why Locke did this?

"Locke..."

"Since you have done so much for me, if I still can't break through to the Great Perfection, how can I have the face to see you in the future?"

With a slight smile on his face, the Lord of Death immediately returned to the main palace to meditate.

She had to adjust her state thoroughly, and then, when she felt that she was most likely to break through, she would mobilize a massive amount of faith power to assist herself, grasp that ray of inspiration of the great perfection rule, and achieve the great perfection of the death rule!
But before that, I decided not to meet with Locke to avoid being distracted.

In this way, without Locke knowing that the Lord of Death's memory had been restored and that the Lord of Death had returned to seclusion to practice, Locke and the Lord of Death were separated and began their own practice.

……

Outside the Nether Mountain Range, Dennington looked up at the lightning chain in front of him that enveloped the entire Nether Mountain Range.

After knowing that Teacher Locke was the main god, Dennington didn't have to spend any effort to find out where Teacher Locke lived.

Nether Mountain!
The magic battle formations trained by the main god legions in the Nether Mountains made Dennington even more certain of this.

After hesitating for a moment, Dennington stepped into the Nether Mountain.

"Boom boom boom..."

After Dennington stepped into the barrier of thunder chains, countless lightning bolts struck Dennington.

But under the powerful willpower of Dennington, these lightning bolts were not even capable of hurting him.

"Oh?"

The movement of the thunder chains outside the Nether Mountain could not be hidden from the Lord of Death.

Although the true body of the Lord of Death is now in seclusion to adjust her condition, her water god clone is still in Locke's water palace.

"There is actually someone who can break through the attack of the Thunder Chain. Is he a great master, or a messenger of the main god who has the material defense artifact?"

Lilia's consciousness radiated, and she soon found Dennington's figure. "The rules of death, and the power of will..."

"Is this the Dennington that Locke told me about before?"

It’s not like Lilia hasn’t seen Dennington before.

But that meeting took place when the Lord of Death and Locke went to the world of the dead to restore Dennington's memory.

At that time, Dennington was still a very weak undead creature.

In just a few hundred thousand years, Dennington had already grown to the perfection of the rules of death.

This talent is worthy of Lilia's attention even with the Black Magic Shirt, the token of the Supreme God of Death.

She had no connection with Dennington. Now that Dennington came to Nether Mountain, he was most likely looking for Locke. So, she would meet Dennington in Locke's main god's palace.

At that moment, Lilia's spiritual consciousness radiated and told Dennington the location of the water palace.

Following the guidance of his spiritual sense, Dennington came to the outside of the water palace shrouded in fog.

As he took a step into the fog, Dennington discovered the soul attack in the fog.

Although such an attack is considered powerful to other gods, it is of no use to Dennington.

However, what shocked Dennington was that the closer he got to the mansion, the more confusing the fog became.

If it weren't for the power of will, Dennington would probably have to spend a lot of effort to walk through the hundreds of meters of fog.

After stepping onto the floating bridge, Dennington was even more shocked.

Even with the protection of the power of will, Dennington could still feel the pain coming from his soul.

It was as if this was a pain that was directly connected to the soul and could not be blocked even by the power of will, bursting out from the depths of the soul.

In addition, Dennington also felt that his perception of time seemed to be distorted, exacerbating the pain in his soul.

Dennington could feel that the closer he got to the mansion, the stronger the soul attack he suffered.

Just as Dennington was hesitating whether to continue moving forward, a cold voice sounded in Dennington's ears.

"I'm sorry, because Locke is not here, the fog in this water palace will attack any living creature that enters the water palace."

"However, this attack should be nothing to you who possess the power of will."

Looking up, Dennington saw a red-haired girl in a green dress approaching with a fish basket and a fishing rod.

"Dannington has seen the Lord."

Seeing the red-haired girl, Dennington bowed slightly.

"Oh?"

Lilia raised her eyebrows: "How do you know that I am the Lord God?"

"Lord God, you have said before that this is the residence of Teacher Locke."

"Although I was not born that early, I was able to find out that Mr. Locke married the Lord of Death tens of millions of years ago, and the marriage certificate was hung in the sky of the underworld for a hundred years."

"The only person who can move freely in Mr. Locke's mansion and call him by his first name is probably Mr. Locke's wife."

"Hahaha, you little guy are quite interesting."

"From now on, you can call me Master's Wife."

The Lord of Death chuckled and accepted Dennington as Locke's disciple.

"You came here to see your teacher, what's the matter?"

"Your teacher is not here now, but as your teacher's wife, I think I can still provide you with some help on your teacher's behalf."

"no need."

Dennington shook his head.

This time, Dennington came to Nether Mountain for two purposes.

First, Dennington had not properly thanked Teacher Locke the last time they met.

His achievements today have a lot to do with the teachings he received from Teacher Locke before entering the Sanctuary.

There were many things he didn't quite understand at that time, but as his knowledge grew, he naturally realized how valuable the experience was.

In addition, after he was killed and the Black Demon Shirt was taken away, Teacher Locke asked the Lord of Death to restore his memory and gave him the Black Demon Shirt, a token of the Supreme God that was very precious to the Lord God, so that he encountered almost no bottlenecks when practicing the rules of death.

At the same time, if it weren't for that death experience, Dennington knew that his hope of achieving great perfection was almost zero.

As for the second purpose...

Dennington knew there was no room for maneuver in the situation between him and Figueroa.

The majesty of the Lord God cannot be blasphemed.

Even if you have attained great perfection, it won’t work.

"I came here, not only to formally thank Mr. Locke, but also to tell him that I am ready to go to hell."

"The next time we meet, Figueroa and I will draw our swords against each other."

"So I want to come here and apologize to the teacher first."

(End of this chapter)