Along the way, Hercules has learned a lot about Zeus, the king of gods who is most likely his biological father.
And the great hero knows what kind of god he is.
If a mistake can't be undone, then he may give up the pursuit of responsibility for the sake of practical benefits - of course, this doesn't mean that he doesn't dare to face the three-headed dog of hell.
There is no fear in Hercules' eyes. He will only change from fighting with force to outsmarting.
But now that a mysterious person has come to the door, the great hero doesn't mind seeing what the other person thinks first without knowing his true identity.
"So, the god who claims to be from the spirit world."
"Where are you now, and what do you need me to do for you?"
Hercules asked calmly.
"It's very simple. Now both you and I are blocked by Cerperus in front of the underworld."
"I want to go in, and you want to go in too, so even if it's based on interests, we now have the same goal."
The voice was smiling, and the great hero could almost imagine the figure of a smiling boy.
"And my position... This is what I need you to do."
"Come, come to my side. This is the Land of Eternal Night, the domain of the Great One above the starry sky, the Lord of Eternal Night."
"I have something to lend you. It can help you solve the problem of Cerperos."
Land of Eternal Night?
Hercules asked in his heart with a slight change of expression:
"Sir Ande, did you hear the voice just now?"
"Hmm?"
"What voice?"
He was startled at first, and then he learned the whole story from the great hero.
As if thinking of something, the puppet stopped moving, as if it was a simple dead object.
"I didn't detect any traces of the other party. His divine power should be above mine, and he has mastered some powerful authority related to the soul, so he can avoid us and communicate with you."
"But he should not have found any traces of me, not because I am so good at hiding my whereabouts, but because of the carrier of my consciousness."
"This puppet?"
Hercules asked in his heart, and Ande gave a positive answer.
"Yes, this is related to why I want to travel and adventure with you."
"As long as I don't deliberately leak my breath, the other party will not be able to discover my existence."
"As for the Land of Eternal Night... don't worry, do you remember what I said before?"
"You mean... [Nyx Trail]?"
After a brief recollection, the great hero remembered where he heard this name from.
When he first met Amon, Ander had doubted this guy of unknown origin. (See 3-297)
At that time, the other party mentioned a divine artifact called [Hypnos Pen], and also mentioned the Land of Eternal Night.
It is a forbidden area for living beings and the boundary of the great master.
Anyone who trespasses into the Land of Eternal Night is equivalent to facing death, even gods will only gain eternal silence.
However, [Nyx Trail] is different. It is a 'correct road' and the only way to travel to this forbidden land.
Thinking of this, Hercules probably understood what the other party meant.
"You mean, this mysterious person is on the [Nyx Trail]?"
"Yes, this is the only explanation."
Ander said slowly, his tone full of solemnity.
"Besides that, even the gods who were born under the eternal night may not be able to move around safely in it."
"Although for thousands of years, except for the legendary god of sleep Hypnos, I have never heard of any trace of gods."
Nodding, now that he knew the whole story, the great hero put down his worries.
After explaining a little to Dionysus who was confused, he walked directly to the land of eternal night.
Except for the Mother of Night herself, Chaos, no one can mobilize the power of the land of eternal night.
So unless the original god himself is playing tricks on him, the existence that speaks is just a 'guest'.
Going forward all the way, he came to the intersection of the light of the dark moon and the night.
Hercules held the copper rod, feeling the connection between the symbol of supporting the sky and the material world, he stepped into it without hesitation.
...
Maybe it was because he was invited, or maybe he had never rejected mortals.
After a dizzy spell, when his vision became clear again, the hero was already under the night.
Stars dotted the sky, and scattered sleeping flowers bloomed beside him.
In the silent night, an inexplicable terror quietly grew.
Turning around, Hercules could no longer see the way he came.
Although he only took a step inside, without the correct guidance, he would be lost here forever.
Fortunately, the connection between the image of supporting the sky and the material world still exists... The hero's mouth opened and closed slightly as he swept his eyes across this quiet world.
"I'm here, where are you... um? My voice?"
No sound was made, because in the peaceful night, no sound of any meaning was allowed, at least for Hercules.
Fortunately, the next moment, before he could find the mysterious man who was talking in other ways, the other party came to him first.
"Don't waste your energy. This is the authority of Silence, which belongs to the Eternal Night."
"Making the sound disappear is only its most basic ability, and its true power... you don't want to see it."
Gentle and polite, handsome.
The gray-haired boy appeared silently, and conveyed his voice in a way that ordinary people could not understand.
"No need to speak, please listen to me."
"The three-headed dog of hell, Cerperus, has three heads, one for resting, one for eating or thinking, and one for monitoring the four directions."
"After mastering part of the rights to guard the portal to the underworld, almost no movement can conceal its perception, and it's the same for you and me."
"So if we want to get through its guard, we must get rid of it-but we can't really kill it, because that will only directly trigger the killing move left by the God King."
"Fortunately, I have a way to deal with it, which is to give the three-headed dog an unforgettable long sleep..."
"In the depths of the Land of Eternal Night, there is such a power."
"And by using this power, you can achieve your goal and solve the problem that Kerperos has brought us."
There was no extra words, not like Zephyrus at all.
After simply explaining the situation, Hypnos took out a ball of divine power.
Strictly speaking, this is no longer a simple divine power, but a product of the power left here when he was born combined with the breath of the Land of Eternal Night, and finally turned into an unpredictable musical instrument in his hands.
Taking it in his hands, the great hero watched it turn into a harp.
"...It seems that you have been preparing for a long time."
There was still no sound, but Hercules believed that the other party could understand what he meant.
And sure enough, the gray-haired boy just smiled.
"Anyone who is imprisoned will be like this. I always want to return to my home." "As long as you can help me leave, this harp is my gift to you."
"From now on, you can also travel smoothly to the underworld."
"I hope what you said is true."
He took a deep look at the boy in front of him. Even if Ander didn't remind him, Hercules didn't trust him very much.
But it doesn't matter. At least the two can still reach an agreement on dealing with Cerperus.
As for the future...
If the other party is deceiving him, he has already prepared for it.
...
The entrance to the underworld, in front of the gate of Hades.
Lying on the ground, the three-headed dog Cerperus enjoyed beautiful dreams, beautiful things and beautiful scenery at the same time-if the underworld is considered a beautiful scenery.
The sound of the water of Acheron, the river of pain, is like a lullaby, making it feel drowsy from time to time.
Fortunately, as a three-headed dog, Cerperus can let his three heads take turns to sleep to relieve this boredom and sleepiness.
Until this day, when he was leisurely as usual, a melodious music floated from afar and poured directly into his ears.
Failure to be alert at the first time, so the subsequent alertness is meaningless.
Immersed in the beauty of music, Kerperos became more and more sleepy...
"Hercules, are you sure that what you play is called music?"
His face was expressionless and his face twitched.
Normally, Dionysus is more polite.
But at this moment, his clothes were vibrating in the sound waves, and sharp and piercing sounds kept ringing.
He tried to block his ears, but the sound containing divine power has an extremely strong penetrating power.
It can even drive your bone marrow to vibrate together, and make people fall asleep in this numb feeling - of course, Dionysus can be sure that he doesn't want to fall asleep at this level of music.
"I think... this is music?"
His face was also not very good, and the great hero tried hard to control the harp.
If this was an instrument on earth, even if he had never used it before, Hercules could use his powerful skills and control ability to smooth out the difference and play music that at least seemed like that.
Unfortunately, this harp that combines the power of sleep and the breath of silence is not an ordinary thing. To use it smoothly, one must either have extremely powerful divine power or have superb musical skills.
Obviously, the great hero does not meet either of these two requirements.
So what he played was more like a "funeral dance" than a "lullaby".
It's just...
"Why is Kerperus okay?"
Somewhat puzzled, under such a harsh sound, Dionysus believed that no one could let down their guard and indulge in the music peacefully.
But in front of the gate of Hades, the three-headed dog did not seem to be like this.
Its huge head shook gently, as if dancing to the melody.
Although no matter how hard Dionysus tried, he could not hear any melody.
"...Maybe the music I play is not that bad, it just needs a specific audience?"
Heracles also did not understand very well, so he had to find a reason casually.
"Anyway, no matter what, the three-headed dog has indeed fallen asleep."
"Once I remove the threat from it, we can leave here."
While continuing to play the harp, Hercules slowly approached Cerperos.
He carefully observed the other's body, and finally saw a thunder-like mark on the largest of the three heads.
If nothing unexpected happens, that is the power left by the God King...
"Hmm?"
For some reason, the movement of his arms gradually slowed down, and his thinking began to slow down.
The originally strong blood gradually stabilized, and his firm will became smooth.
In the corner of his eyes, Hercules seemed to see some scattered gray feathers.
A warning omen rose in his heart, but everything was a little too late.
Under the unparalleled divine power, even if he had been tense, he still couldn't resist the absolute authority and absolute power.
Beside him, Hypnos' figure slowly condensed.
With a slight curl of the corner of his mouth, the natural evil god slowly looked at the hero.
What a powerful body! This was the first time he had seen such a powerful human.
Such a human being would be suitable to be his subordinate and become one of the devils in hell.
Nodding with satisfaction, Hypnos has never been a kind man, and there is no fair trade in his dictionary.
Since the first time he saw Hercules, the god of sleep had been ready to use him to deal with the three-headed dog, and then kidnap him and the man.
Oh, yes, there is another god without a priesthood.
If he can be taken to hell, it may not be a bad thing...
snap——
"What are you thinking about?"
Hypnos's expression remained unchanged as he moved his hand slightly.
"Hey, you woke up?"
"This is really beyond my expectation. With your strength, you can't resist my authority."
He turned around slowly and looked at the great hero in front of him.
The god of sleep looked for a long time, but couldn't find the reason.
Do you want to continue?
Use your power again?
Without thinking too much, he took away the mark on the three-headed dog silently, and the one left here has become a clone.
Hypnos would never take the initiative to put himself in danger unless he had to, like he did last time at sea, or when the benefits were too great.
But there was obviously no huge benefit in capturing a powerful human, and no one asked him to do so.
"What's your name? Humans like you are worthy of being remembered by me."
The god of sleep spoke slowly, and the clone looked calmly at the oncoming copper rod.
"As you can see."
"My name is Hercules."
Bang -
the rod was swung down, like a bubble, and the hero did not feel any resistance.
He was not complacent, because he knew that gods would not be so fragile.
What the other party left here was just a fragment, and as for where the real body was, only God knew.
"Who is he?"
In the underworld, Hercules looked at the gray feathers scattered in the air.
He had expected Hypnos' sneak attack, but without Ander's help.
Even if he realized the other party's plan, he would not be able to resist.
After all, in the original trajectory, Hypnos, who had never personally taken charge of the power of [Dream], but was scattered in the three thousand dream damons, could still plot against Zeus with the help of Hera, and the great hero would naturally be no exception.
But since the other party had left, he had to know the origin of this god.
"If nothing unexpected happens, this is a being from hell."
Speaking slowly, Ander gave his opinion.
"Don't worry too much about him, he dare not stay in the world for long-did you notice the mark he took away?"
"Are you talking about the lightning-like mark of the God King?"
"Yes."
Nodding slightly, the puppet smiled.
"That's not something that 'contains the power of Zeus's blow'. How can the power of the great god be carried by a mark?"
"There are not many materials in this world that can do this. It is definitely not something that the God King can create casually."
"In fact, it is a mark, a trigger. This is why Zeus is confident that Cerperus will wait and see."
"Because even if Cerperus fails to actively activate this mark, once the breath locked by the mark appears within the range, it can still passively cause the God King to sense it and then let him lower his power."
"But now..."
He was not sure, but according to the prayers of a bard believer who traveled around the continent, something big seemed to have happened on Mount Olympus.
So in this case, if Cerperus does not actively trigger the mark and cause the reaction of the royal order, it will not change.
"I understand. In the case of uncertainty about when the God King will pay attention to this place again, as long as he carries this mark, he must leave the world as soon as possible and return to the abyss..."
With a look of realization, Hercules put the matter aside for the time being.
He looked at the sleeping three-headed dog, and finally did nothing.
Although Cerperus objectively stood in front of him, there was no hatred between the two sides.
Even if he thought it might want to take the relics of Typhon's descendants from him, it was also just a 'possibility'.
Without the mark of the God King, Cerperus no longer posed such a strong threat.
Whether it was an enemy or a friend, the great hero decided to wait for the other party to decide in the future.
"So free and easy? Don't you want its power?"
Ander asked casually in a good mood.
"At least I am not interested in the power obtained in this way."
Shaking his head slightly, Hercules looked behind the gate of Hades.
What surprised him was that the black knight who was guarding here and guarding the gate for Hades day and night and the ferryman of the Styx were not here.
There was only a long river rushing endlessly, like the painful howling of living beings.
"Don't worry about why they are gone, just go there."
"In fact, you still have an enemy to face."
"Enemy?"
"Yes, enemy."
Nodding slowly, Ander said the name.
"Ancient Evil·Thousand-Faced Soul Eater." (See 3.168)
"If you want to pass the Forgotten River smoothly, it is one of the problems you cannot avoid."
...
Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, an ancient evil that was born in the Typhon Plague.
It was born from the gathering of countless billions of souls, and survived from the power bestowed by the Mother of Flesh and Blood, and even polluted some tributaries of the Forgotten River.
However, not long after the catastrophe, the gods of the spirit world took action personally, using the power of the Well of Samsara to cycle and consume all things to remove this pollution.
It's just that they can dispel the pollution of the ancient evil, but they can't catch the ancient evil itself.
Unlike the Death Star, which has a fixed body and deliberately seeks death, the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, which is gathered and sublimated by countless souls, has no main body.
In other words, the most powerful soul that constitutes it is the main body, but this main body is not indispensable.
Every moment, billions of evil spirits are fighting, roaring, devouring each other, and spreading pollution in its body.
It is its instinct to pursue the souls of the outside world, and chaotic thoughts are its nature.
Even if it has been defeated by the spirit world many times, it can always survive in some way, and then regain its powerful strength bit by bit.
And every time it becomes stronger again, it will spontaneously attack the place where the most and strongest souls gather - the River of Oblivion.
And calculating the time, since the last time it was defeated, its power is about to reach a peak again...
Buzz——
"Damn——What the hell is this!"
[Nine Rings Witchcraft·Transfer to Another World]!
The space fluctuated, and a light silver light flashed, turning into a small portal.
Taking a step forward, bathed in the light of the dark moon, Giordano's face was extremely ugly.
Behind him, the silver-white portal trembled slightly, and some chaotic hissing sounds that went straight to the depths of the soul came from it.
Since that day, when he completed his plan that he had worked hard for many years and captured the goddess of youth and her artifact, Giordano came directly to the underground world.
Here, he had dealt with dark elves and extracted dragon blood for research in order to explore the mysteries of life.
In his plan, this would be his new base to avoid the pursuit of the gods and gain eternal life and power... Unexpectedly, it all ended before it even began.
Here, Giordano had not stayed for long before he was inexplicably visited by a terrifying existence.
It shuttled between the spiritual world and reality, and was crazy and evil, making Giordano unable to resist at all.
There was no way out. After escaping all the way to no avail, he could only reluctantly give up his plan to stay in the underground world and go to the underworld for temporary shelter.
After all, through these days of contact, he also had some understanding of this terrifying existence.
According to the records in the classics, this is most likely the ancient evil creature born during the Typhon Plague.
Such an existence cannot be killed, and one can only wait for it to seek death... Sighing, Giordano carried the huge bronze coffin and looked at the environment of the underworld.
He didn't know that his memories were actually full of falsehoods, and the so-called "plan" was full of loopholes.
Even the reason why he was targeted by the ancient evil creature [Thousand Faces Soul Eater] was that it was arranged by someone early on. Giordano just thought he was unlucky.
However, in fact, a broken and stitched soul like his is the favorite delicacy of the ancient evil creature, and it is even possible for it to become one of the "main souls" in its body.
Once he is swallowed by [Thousand Faces Soul Eater] in a reasonable way, all clues will end here. As a great wizard who planned everything but ultimately died because of "luck", Giordano will bear all the blame alone, and no one will be able to see the truth behind it.
Under the power of the mother tree, this kind of soul stitching will become extremely reasonable.
Even if someone can fish it out again, they will think that it was done by the [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater], not that someone had cut his soul in advance...
"Huh?"
On the vast plain, scattered bones were moving with difficulty.
Giordano was about to leave here and find a hidden place to hide.
But the next moment, a surprised voice sounded quietly from behind him.
Cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back, and all his senses told him that there was no one else here.
But Giordano was very sure that this was not his hallucination.
The nearly instantaneous seven-ring sorcery [Advanced Anywhere Door] began to be constructed. This invisible enemy was definitely not something he could deal with.
But before this sorcery was released, his consciousness gradually blurred.
Standing on the ground, Giordano fell asleep directly, without any resistance.
"Plop——"
"Bang——"
The bronze coffin fell to the ground with him, making a sound on the ground, attracting the attention of several skeletons.
The soul fire burned between the skulls, and their instinct told them that if they could hunt the life of the fallen person, they would undergo a transformation that would change their fate... But the next moment, the void was rippling.
The gray-haired boy walked out and crushed those unconscious low-level lives.
"Look, what have I encountered?"
"A great human wizard tainted with the breath of evil, and a god who was seriously injured and unconscious?"
With a strange expression, Hypnos did not expect that he had just escaped from the predicament and encountered such an interesting thing.
Hebe, the goddess of youth, he recognized her breath.
But now the God King and the Queen of Heaven were locked in a bronze coffin, using various methods to cover up their own tracks.
If it was not right under his nose, the God of Sleep asked himself that he might not be able to detect the existence of the other party.
Such a tight aura isolation was obviously to deal with the pursuit of the God Court.
Hypnos took a step forward and wanted to do something.
Since we have met, there is no reason to give up. If we can bring the goddess of youth back to hell, it will be a great achievement... However, his face changed slightly and Hypnos stopped abruptly.
On his body, the mark that was taken away before was shining brightly.
Ander's judgment was not accurate. In fact, if it was not the god of sleep standing here, even if Zeus had been locked in Olympus, he would not be able to take away the mark left by the king of gods on Cerperus.
But in front of Hypnos himself, these problems were not problems.
As a god who had indeed made Zeus fall in the original fate, the god of sleep had a way to make this mark fall into an alternative sleep.
But the premise is that there is nothing to stimulate it and keep it in an active state.
"... Is it from the connection of blood, or the residual law breath on Hebe?" He
was not sure, but Hypnos knew that it would be better for him not to try to take the other party away.
The mark of Zeus is already very dangerous. If something goes wrong by mistake, it is not something that a goddess of youth can save.
"Tsk... leave it to that evil thing, it seems to be coming."
"The existence of devouring living souls... is really evil."
A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and Hypnos' heart moved slightly, leaving the breath of the previous human here.
It is not easy to wake up from his authority.
Let them fight to the death, as for himself...
With a wave of his sleeves, Hypnos rolled the human away.
Although from his point of view, the soul of this human wizard seems to have some problems, it doesn't matter.
There are many ways to transform into a devil. He can let the other party inherit the memory and be born as a new individual.
After this process similar to re-birth, the various defects in the soul will no longer exist.
Of course, as a price, the newly born creature has almost no substantial connection with the previous one, but only has the same memory.
...
"So what you mean is that no one can determine the movement trajectory of the evil creatures, and there is no guarantee that they will not attack me when I take the magic potion and sneak into the Styx."
"So the best way is to eliminate the danger in its infancy?"
He placed the copper pillars that support the sky across the Acheron River and successfully crossed the Styx where the ferryman disappeared.
Not knowing what happened in the other corner of the underworld, Hercules frowned slightly when he heard what Ander said.
"But the underworld is so big, and the shapes of the ancient evil creatures are erratic."
"Even if you don't mention their immortal nature, I can't find its trace."
"...That's what you said, but I don't have a good way - huh?"
As Ander responded, his tone paused.
At the same time, as if he also felt something, the great hero looked up and looked at the gray wilderness in the distance.
At the end of his sight, it seemed that something between the visible and the invisible noticed their existence.
Faintly, he seemed to hear the wailing of billions of lives.
"...It seems I don't need to look for it, right?"
Hercules held the copper stick calmly.
"[Ancient Evil Thousand-Faced Soul Eater]..."
Even if he sneaked into the spirit world and came to the core of the fourth layer of the Spirit World, the great hero was not sure that he would be able to achieve his wish.
So before that, it would not be a bad idea to defeat this evil creature that likes to erode the soul in advance--
"--No!"
With a slight change of expression, Hercules turned his head and looked to the other side.
There, another breath was slowly rising.
Like the [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater], they all exude the breath of evil creatures.
But the feeling they give people is completely different.
"That is..."
[Ancient Evil·Crown of Silence]!
Even before it arrived, Hercules recognized the source of that power.
Unlike other similar creatures, this ancient evil creature tainted with the breath of eternal night is not so keen on fighting and fighting.
It just stays quietly in its own domain, equally erasing any life that violates its "silence" rule.
Few people have seen its true appearance, and few people are willing to face this silent horror.
Because although the [Crown of Silence] never actively kills people, as long as you can follow its rules, you can move freely in its domain... However, that is actually a false proposition.
The silence of the ancient evil is eternal relative silence.
It will bring down a kind of power, so that you will always make less noise at this moment than the last moment.
As long as you do not violate this power, you will comply with its rules.
For this, it is easy for those who stray into it at the beginning to do it.
It's just talking in a low voice, slowing down your pace, and trying not to make any noise... However, as time goes by, this kind of horror will hit the heart directly.
From the words you say to the beating of your heart.
From the noise you make in the outside world to the friction between your muscles and bones.
Eventually, even your thoughts will be targeted by the omnipresent power, causing them to gradually stagnate and remain in a certain moment forever.
At this point, the ancient evil creature, whose power cannot yet spread to time and space, will stop its actions and recognize that you conform to its rules.
Of course, in response, a living being will also disappear.
All the "movements" he left in this world will become the source of the power of the ancient evil creature.
With a serious and solemn face, Hercules did not expect to meet the other party.
In his impression, this terrible existence had been defeated by the king of the underworld a long time ago, and the power of the entire interface was mobilized to suppress it.
Logically speaking, it should no longer be active in the world... But after a moment, the great hero understood the reason.
"This is not its true form, but it is not a simple clone either."
"This is a unique incarnation created by it using the 'movement and stillness' it has absorbed from the world."
"And its purpose of coming here is not me, but this harp transformed from the power of the Land of Eternal Night..."
Under normal circumstances, the [Crown of Silence] will not actively attack the existence of the outside world unless something is attracting it.
Taking a deep breath, two powerful enemies appeared in front of him at the same time, even Hercules felt the pressure.
But at this moment, his face suddenly changed.
Within his perception range, another breath rose.
"Is that - [Ancient Evil·Flesh Corridor]?"
Ander was also shocked. He did not expect that the edge of the small underworld would actually gather three ancient evils.
"I know. There is a flaw in Hera's seal!"
"Long ago, the goddess of wisdom who was still active in the world and Hera, the queen of heaven, worked together to dismember the [Corridor of Flesh and Blood] that was ravaging the earth." (See 3-402)
"I don't know how many pieces they divided this ancient evil into and where they suppressed it."
"But obviously, a part of it was sealed by Hera in the underworld, a place that all gods regard as a wild land."
"And now she must have had some problems, which caused the seal to be damaged!"
It was not clear that Hera had used the power of the queen of heaven to spy on the mother tree that accepted the sacrifice not long ago, but Ander could roughly see the reason.
But seeing it was seeing it, which did not hinder the current situation they were facing.
"Hercules, [The Corridor of Flesh and Blood] is coming for you. Your blood and body have reached the pinnacle. [The Thousand-Faced Soul Eater] should just be attracted here. As long as we find its trace, even if we don't defeat it, I can use puppets to forge a large number of 'false souls' to lead it away."
"As for [Crown of Silence], you have to find a way to deal with the harp in your hand..."
Ander was a little nervous at the moment as he quickly gave a solution.
Although two of the three ancient evils are incarnations, and the only one has been defeated by the spirit world many times, this still does not affect their terrifying nature.
With an immortal essence, there are almost no people in this world who can deal with them... But at this moment, Dionysus suddenly said:
"Hercules, I am sure I can deal with the last one!"
"I once saw Amon fall in front of me. This time, I will not give them another chance!"
"Okay!"
The great hero made a prompt decision and spoke in a deep voice.
Looking around, he made some changes to the puppet's plan in his mind.
"Ander, you take the harp, and use your puppet to lead the [Crown of Silence] away."
"Since Dionysus said he could deal with the [Corridor of Flesh and Blood], then I believe in his ability."
"As for me..."
Looking at the end of the gray earth, the illusory life that had gradually emerged.
He saw countless hideous and twisted faces roaring, struggling, and shouting madly in a huge and indescribable body.
There were old people, women, and children.
There were nobles, civilians, and robbers.
Whether good or bad, no matter what their identities were in life, they now have only one ending, that is, to exist as part of the ancient evil.
Hercules still has the possibility of entering the spirit world and resurrecting the dead... and their best result is nothing more than turning into pure spiritual energy, being recycled by the spirit world again, and shaping into a brand new soul.
Buzz -
on the chest, a small tattoo turned from virtual to real.
It is the [Golden Scales], and also the [Scales of Justice].
As its user, Hercules could not only use it to measure the weight of the two ends of the scale... With a thought, his originally huge and magnificent blood disappeared and turned into some special power.
The damage faced by the entity was equivalent to the damage faced by the virtual body, and the damage to the mind was changed to the damage to the body.
Using Ander's divine power to activate this artifact, Hercules immediately obtained the qualification to fight with the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater.
As the most powerful warrior in the world, it is difficult for him to exert all his strength when facing spirits.
However, with the [Golden Balance], these problems are no longer a problem.
...
The land of the underworld is vast and boundless. Although it is not as vast as the human world, it does not have the strong order of the human world.
The gods can exert a considerable amount of power here, and Hades, who has the authority of the underworld, is even more so.
After all, whether it is the change of eras or the rebellion
of Typhon, this has never been the main battlefield. So leaving the newly built Hades Temple alone, Hades silently strolled along the Styx. It
was not Styx, but Acheron, the ancient Styx that was most closely related to him and was even born with him.
The surging river water was turbulent, and it was connected to a little power from the root of the underworld.
Although the position of the River of Pain in the core authority of the underworld is far from half, but many times, having and not having are two concepts.
As long as it exists, Acheron can do many things that others cannot do. This is one of the privileges of the Styx... At a certain moment, looking at the copper pillar and vibration that suddenly rose in a corner of the underworld, Hades looked indifferent.
As the god of the underworld, a true god who possesses many powers in the underworld just by virtue of his priesthood, it is impossible for him to turn a blind eye to these things that are almost clinging to his body.
Hades doesn't care about these things because he has no need to manage them.
After all, as Zeus's brother, Hades knows too well what he is thinking.
"Your Majesty, do you need me to do something for you?"
The river swirls slightly, and a raft sails out of it.
Holding a long pole, the left hand under the gray robe is only a crystal white bone.
Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, saluted respectfully and paid the highest respect to Hades.
Thousands of years have passed, and now he is no longer the weak and pathetic ferryman.
A powerful divine power fluctuates in his body, and a little bit of darkness, death, disease, and aging reverences in Charon's body.
However, he is not similar to the real god of aging, Geras, and Apollo and Artemis who have the power to spread and cure plague.
Because in fact, Chaos's God of Aging has never been involved in death. It is more of an existence that contrasts with the power of the Goddess of Youth.
The two were even born one after another, and their powers restrained each other.
And Apollo and Artemis are not the real gods of [Plague]. Even the imagery that Pandora grasps is much closer to the plague itself than them.
This result may be related to Chaos' natural lack of strong [Death] power, so many of the powers associated with it are far less powerful than those in other worlds.
But now Charon is obviously an exception. In his body, those unique fields are linked together, as if they should be like this.
Tap tap -
stop and stand by the river.
Looking at the few men who are willing to follow his orders instead of Zeus or the Dark Lord, Hades showed a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth.
He is not used to laughing, because the world rarely gives him the opportunity to laugh.
"No, let them fight on their own."
"Hercules, the son of Zeus... Ever since he defeated the lion, I have noticed this warrior from the human world."
"If he is not the son of the God King, perhaps he can become another Evans, and become my right-hand man in the underworld."
"What a pity, Zeus pays enough attention to him, just like the human named Perseus."
"If he had not achieved certain goals in advance and then sent out temptations and challenges to the spirit world first, perhaps this human would not just come to the underworld so simply, but serve as a sharp sword of Zeus to provoke and demonstrate to me."
Hades was not very clear about what Zeus suddenly relied on to dare to take this step in advance.
However, he guessed that it was probably related to the powerful will from Tartarus that he had felt not long ago.
If that person didn't exist, Zeus would probably have to repeatedly test his attitude, use this human to create all kinds of conflicts, and then provoke his resistance, and finally punish him in the name of justice; or if he had been patient, the other party could also take the young man who followed Hercules as an anchor and extend his kingship little by little.
But all plans are not fixed. When the king of gods realized that he had a better, simpler, and more brutal solution, he also made changes.
And obviously, facing the threat of a great man in the abyss, Hades had to compromise.
"Well, there's no need to pay attention to their affairs."
"Whether it's that human or the god with the aura of royal power following him, they are all just chess pieces of Zeus - of course, maybe in the eyes of others, I am too."
"But as the Lord of the Underworld, I can at least change my perspective and take a look from outside the chessboard... So Charon, how are you doing with the things I asked you to do?" "
Your Majesty," Charon spoke respectfully, with only "loyalty" on his old face: "As you wish, everything is going on now."
"As long as your "prophecy" is realized, then the God King of Olympus will no longer be able to do anything to you."
"Yes."
He nodded slowly. Although Hades never found out that he had any ability to predict since then, the dreams of gods would not happen without reason, especially for such a powerful god as him.
So even though it has not been found until now who is the vest of the existence that made the sun fall and dragged his body to the sun for seven days to die, Hades did not think it was fake.
"So Charon, do you have anything else to say?"
Hades asked casually after noticing his subordinate's hesitant expression.
Unexpectedly, Charon lowered his head slightly and gave him a very interesting answer.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Not long ago, I picked up a human with the power of Styx and thunder on his body."
"He seemed to have been touched by the artifact of the God King - this should have killed him instantly."
"But part of the power of the Styx water saved his life, allowing him to survive in another special form after giving up his body."
"I think this use of the power of the Styx is very special, as if it is imitating the human named Achilles... So I captured him and imprisoned him in a nearby prison."
"Oh?"
Hades didn't react to the previous content. It was not
until the name Achilles sounded that he finally took it seriously.
As a mortal, the gods were helpless, and Zeus's artifacts could not do anything to him. How great it would be if this power could be applied to the dead.
Although he could not command Styx, Acheron might as well give it a try.
"Good, very good."
"Save his life, I will go see him in person later."
His expression was solemn. Although he was a god and the other party was just a human, Hades did not think there was anything wrong.
Looking at the underworld, he didn't have many gods as his subordinates.
Whether he was willing or not, he had already gotten used to it.
This was not the first time Hades had come into contact with the wizards of Silvermoon City.
Long ago, because of the existence of the undead, he noticed the things invented by humans.
Compared with the low IQ of most undead and the wisdom that would take a long time to gradually awaken, the life boxes made by humans are very interesting.
It can directly transform a rational and intelligent life into an undead existence close to death, and obtain an immortal life, and the price is only to weaken the humanity and emotions of mortals.
In the eyes of Hades, this is undoubtedly not a price, so he once sent his men to understand the relevant matters, and even exchanged them for corresponding research with some things that mortals dream of.
In recent years, Hades has recruited some powerful spellcasters among mortals and let them transform into this very special life form after death. They
are neither born nor dead, neither human nor god, transformed by wizards, and are similar to demons, so they call themselves liches, and Hades feels that this is very appropriate.
This new race that could not reproduce in the normal way was classified as a dead life and reshaped with some new power that Hades had obtained.
In the end, they became Hades's followers, a wise species with a very different social structure.
"Charon."
Speaking of the wizard, it seemed as if he remembered something.
Hades looked at the ferryman and asked about another thing.
"How is the deal between you and the witch of the gods going? How long will it take to create the ritual that can directly summon the life of the abyss?"
"This... should be soon, right?"
Not very sure, Charon's response was a little vague.
"... As soon as possible."
"Although there are many taboos hidden in the abyss, I also gradually discovered that there is also a great treasure house there. It just depends on whether you know how to discover it..."
Hades looked at the dark moon in the sky with an inexplicable expression.
I still remember that when I wanted to expand the number of undead, I tried to persuade her with emotion and reason, but in the end, a fight was inevitable.
This kind of thing happened once, but if it happened again, it would mean that there was something wrong with his personal ability.
However, for the birth of the undead race, the existence of magic and spiritual power is indispensable, so what should he do?
"Of course, I'll go through the garbage..."
With a sigh, Hades felt a little embarrassed.
"In Tartarus, there are so many mixed and colorful source powers that eventually evolved into all kinds of strange creations."
"Since the power and laws of the world have been divided up, no one can stop me from looking for something in the garbage dump." "Although
the gap between chaos and order is very obvious, we can always find a way to do it little by little."
"Let's not talk about anything else, at least in the face of death, all beings are equal."
Although the Chaos world has never lacked powerful goddesses, there seems to be a clear gender bias when it comes to power, whether it is Hades, Poseidon or the God King.
However, in contrast, there is an exception in the Nine Realms.
The ruler of Helheim, the descendant of the God King of the Other World, the goddess of the dead who dominates the underworld - Hela.
She is a rare female monarch, even if she is only the monarch of the world of the dead.
It's just that Hades doesn't know much about her, because even after exploring for a long time, he still hasn't found the true legacy left by the goddess in the world.
...
"Come... Come... Come with us..." "
...
" "Die... Die... All of you die..."
"..."
"Who are you... Who am I... Someone come save me..."
"No... Let me go... Let you go... Kill you... Let's die together..."
"..."
Boom -
holding the copper stick, Hercules shuttled through the souls in the sky.
Roars, pleas, curses, howls... Countless voices intertwined together, like a chorus from purgatory.
Even with the help of the power of the [Golden Balance], the great hero has transformed the spiritual damage he suffered into material damage.
But without the blessing of extraordinary power, this symphony of billions of voices still makes people feel uneasy.
Even if countless souls are extinguished every time the copper stick is swung, it is meaningless to the [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater].
Because even without the existence of Hercules, the soul in its body is constantly born and dies.
As long as it is not wiped out by a special authority like [Death], or the spiritual power of the broken soul is extracted by the gods of the spiritual world, the simple destruction is just to crush part of the soul and feed it to another part of the soul.
Gradually, the great hero also realized this.
But facing the body of an ancient evil, although he can fight it with the help of the artifact, it is difficult to really do anything to the other party.
Bang——
"Hu——I can't go on like this."
His face was solemn and he looked around.
At this moment, it is better to say that Hercules is swallowed by the [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater] rather than fighting.
Looking around, the great hero seemed to be in a world belonging to the dead souls... But at this moment, he seemed to notice something.
"What is that?"
With a slight change of expression, Hercules raised his stick to open up a passage.
At the end of the road, there was a huge bronze coffin floating in the ocean of countless dead souls.
A faint light emanated from the huge coffin, making nearby souls unwilling to approach - that was the glow of divinity.
But it was almost visible to the naked eye that this light was gradually dimming, being eroded and assimilated by the power of the ancient evil, and becoming a part of its power.
"This breath... is the power of God, and it belongs to the realm of life."
He strode forward and opened the bronze coffin. A girl in a green dress was lying quietly in the coffin. She
seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but also seemed to be suffering.
Judging from her pale face, her condition was undoubtedly not good.
"This appearance... is the goddess of youth Hebe."
"How did she end up here, and why did she end up in the body of the ancient evil creature?"
Unable to understand the cause and effect of the incident, he closed the coffin again, leaving only a small gap.
Carrying the bronze coffin on his back, Hercules had a way to deal with the evil creature. Although his power could not completely wipe out the soul of the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, he would look for something that could wipe out its power.
This thing could not be Hebe, but she could become a bait to attract the ancient evil creature.
"Let's change the battlefield... the River of Oblivion!"
He flew up, magnified the copper stick in his hand a thousand times, and then smashed it down.
Following the passage he had opened up, Hercules moved forward.
The River of Oblivion was the passage he had planned to use before, and it was also the place where the ancient evil creature plundered souls.
But correspondingly, once the souls that constituted the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater were broken up there, the opponent would permanently lose this part of power and be plundered by the Styx instead.
But there, I'm afraid I can't delay too long, otherwise this level of fighting will easily attract the attention of the gods in the spiritual world...
I don't know if the human world had not just experienced a conflict, even the God King was temporarily sealed, and the body of the Well of Samsara was left in the human world, I'm afraid the eyes of the angels in the spiritual world would have noticed all this long ago.
Hercules just mobilized the power around him and stimulated the potential in his body.
Ander was not by his side at this time. It was difficult for a simple clone to lead away the clone of [Crown of Silence].
So just like the beginning of the journey, he was alone again.
"...But this is definitely not the end of me."
"[Thousand-Faced Soul Eater]...Come on."
He spoke in a deep voice. On the land of the underworld, the two forces collided with each other, tearing apart the strata and low mountains.
...
Plop...
"Huff...inhale..."
"Huff...inhale..."
Wow...
In the darkness, it was cold.
I don't know how long it has been. In the bone-chilling river water, Hercules did not resist, but went with the flow.
Enjoying the quietness of this moment and relaxing the muscles of his body.
The bronze coffin behind him was thrown out at the last moment. At this moment, the great hero was alone at the bottom of the river.
He originally planned to come with Ander, which was also promised to him before, but he still underestimated the power of the ancient evil.
Even though compared to its kind, the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater had been destroyed several times in the past years, making its power no longer as strong as it once was, the remaining part was still strong enough.
In this long fight, Hercules defeated most of the opponent's body and drove thousands of souls back to the bottom of the Styx.
But under the opponent's crazy outburst, the great hero was also shot into the Styx and bathed in this river that cleansed the memories of all things.
Fortunately, he had been prepared, and the goal of this trip to the underworld was exactly this Styx.
Although he was a little regretful about Ander's absence, Hercules still took out the magic potion in his arms and drank it all.
In an instant, the power of life and death alternated here.
The part that originally belonged to the living was absorbed by the magic potion, and the false death covered his body.
As a living person, the great hero was no longer rejected by the power of the Styx; and without completely dying, the power of cleansing memory could not act on him.
This magic potion recorded in the [Book of Purgatory] is just as it says, it can help the living sneak into the fourth layer of the spirit world along the river of the Forgotten River and contact the [Well of Samsara] that rotates the souls of all things.
Of course, the premise of all this is that you can avoid the gatekeepers of the world of all spirits, the two angels of love who trade in rotation and shoot arrows at will; then hide from the giant dragon of the mind that swims in the ocean of dreams and occasionally visits; finally, pass the guards of the three goddesses of Samsara and reach the central axis of the world of all spirits...
Holding the [Golden Balance] that fell with him, watching it bathe in the water of the Forgotten River, Hercules took a deep breath, and then was almost choked by the water of the Forgotten River.
At this moment, he remembered what Ander had said and the intuition he had once had.
"Entering the spirit world through the River of Oblivion is not the right way, although it is indeed a shortcut."
"I can go in with you, but I don't have to go."
"Because I am going to the spirit world to seek an answer, and the existence in the spirit world cannot answer my answer."
That day, facing the doubts of the great hero, the puppet looked up at the starry sky.
"Only by following the most orthodox path to the top of the spirit world can you get what you really want... I don't know if you can achieve your wish in the [Well of Samsara], but I am not optimistic."
"Of course, fate is impermanent, and no one can really grasp it."
"So go ahead and give it a try... Maybe on both sides of this wrong road, you can see your true fate."
"..."
"True... fate?"
Wandering at the bottom of the river, Hercules could feel that the power of the Styx seemed to penetrate time and space, and the way it flowed was beyond the scope of mortal understanding.
Following this invisible feeling, he looked at both sides of the river bank, trying to see the so-called fate.
At a glance, the great hero saw nothing.
But under the surging river, he seemed to really see something.
There were two completely opposite roads, one paved with gold, emeralds and jewels, with nymphs singing and gods dancing.
The other was immersed in bones and darkness, churning with sin and depravity, and no one knew where it led.
At the end of both, it seemed that there was the same person.
He sat on a high throne, overlooking all the creatures between the sky, the earth and the sea.
And as long as he raised his right hand, the world would sink in the thunder.
"Zeus..."
Is this the other party's path, or his own path?
Is this the real future, or just an illusion?
The great hero didn't know, he just gradually fell asleep under the effect of the magic potion, crossing the boundary between life and death in the most subtle state.
I think when he wakes up again, the world of spirits will be in front of him.
...
At the edge of the world of spirits, the dream escaped with a little water.
Lyanna has not returned yet, and the three goddesses of reincarnation have only left a dull clone here, continuing to perform their duties.
[Well of Samsara] has gone, but this does not mean that the spiritual world has lost the ability to run reincarnation.
Just like the [Mirror of Spreer] left the spirit world, it did not mean that it lost its power over space.
At the edge of the interface, the water of the Styx flowed slowly, passing through one piece of winding space after another, and finally flowed straight to the midpoint of the spirit world.
Floating and sinking at the bottom of the Styx, Hercules slowly approached his goal.
"Huh?"
With a light exclamation, the first person to discover Hercules in an unknown place was none other than the White Dragon, who wandered between reality and fantasy.
Wandering on the edge of the World of All Souls, this was not the first time that Iselania came here.
In the past years, she often came to the banks of the River of Oblivion, watching the struggle and sinking of billions of souls.
Those with weak wills and shallow memories had long since sunk to the bottom of the river in the flow of the river. Those
who could maintain their sanity all the way to the World of All Souls often had a brilliant life.
Iselania didn't care about how they lived before, but she would give them a beautiful dream at the end of their lives, and eventually keep it in the depths of the Dream World, becoming one of the bricks and stones that supported its expansion.
In this case, when Hercules appeared here, he almost immediately attracted the attention of the White Dragon.
After just a glance up and down, Isela's crystal-like eyes moved slightly downward and fixed on the wrist of the great hero.
There, a trace of a ritual shone brightly.
With just one glance, the white dragon recognized its origin.
It was a reflection of history, a manifestation of some miracle.
It was [false immortality], which could deprive a being of death and make it immortal for a period of time.
Of course, Iselania didn't care about its power.
But since this power appeared in Hercules, it seemed that there was no need for her to stop him.
Looking at him silently, the white dragon's tail slapped the surface of the Styx.
It was a bit boring, but she didn't know what to do.
Since the toy ran away last time, Iselania hasn't encountered anything interesting for a long time.
Even the battle outside Mount Olympus didn't give her the opportunity to intervene.
...
Continue to move forward, Hercules was still drifting.
After the white dragon, the second person to discover him was Eros.
The small wings flashed behind her, and the girl carrying the lead arrow saw the movement at the bottom of the river.
An intruder, in theory, she should expel or eliminate him.
But Eros didn't intend to do so, because although her mission was to stop those who could disturb the stability of the cycle of reincarnation, even the cycle of reincarnation was not here now...
"Well, so theoretically I can let him in."
Eros made up an excuse casually and chose to neglect her duty.
Of course, she was mainly curious about what this human was going to do.
On Hercules, she sensed the breath of the golden apple and various smells of demons.
Is such a human going to make a big fuss in the spirit world?
"Tsk, Ysera didn't care about him, why should I care."
"The Mind Dragon may let him in, there must be no problem." She
smiled indifferently, but after thinking for a moment, Eros took out the golden arrow of Volos from her waist.
She decided that she would at least shoot this guy with a lead arrow and a golden arrow today.
As for the specific shooting method...
"It depends on whether he can make me laugh!"
With a cheer, Eros flapped her wings and hid her whereabouts from the edge of the spirit world.
With the authority of a spirit world god, she mobilized some of the power of the interface and secretly followed behind him.
But at the same time, along the trajectory of the hero's movement, Eros also spied on where he came from.
"Huh?"
"One, two, three... So many evil things and gods!"
Covering her mouth and exclaiming, Eros patted her ordinary chest, as if she was frightened.
But looking at her big eyes rolling around, it was obvious that she didn't take this matter to heart at all.
...
Continuing to move at the bottom of the river, Hercules passed two levels silently.
At a certain moment, as the effect of the magic potion gradually faded, the dormant will gradually revived.
Slowly opening his eyes, the hero looked out from the bottom of the river.
The clear river water reflected the moonlight, and four spiritual moons illuminated the sky above the world of all spirits.
Along the left and right sides of the river, buildings of different styles were lined up one after another.
The rich spiritual breath penetrated his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.
"Is this... already here?"
Quietly stopping his drifting, Hercules held the pupil of the Caucasian Condor.
Although this demon relic had not provided substantial power assistance in the hero's past adventures, it had indeed played a lot of roles.
Just like now, with his eyesight, he could not see the outside world at the bottom of the Styx.
But with the help of the pupil of the Caucasian Condor, he saw the end of this journey.
In the dark, three vast auras closely connected to the interface connected the sky and the earth.
But vaguely, Hercules could feel a bit of dullness.
That was not the original body, but a temporary differentiation, the incarnation of the mechanical performance of the priesthood... The hero looked at the center of the interface again.
According to the records of the Book of Purgatory, it was the central axis of the spiritual world, with the most powerful artifact in the world, symbolizing the existence of the endless circulation of all things in the world, the [Well of Samsara], which was also the ultimate goal of his trip.
However, at first glance, Hercules was somewhat shocked that there was no legendary two-color well surface as vast as the ocean, and no well wall as tall as a mountain wall.
There was only a big pit, as if something had existed there before, but now there was nothing.
Only in front of it, an illusory mirror was hanging there.
That was the projection of the [Mirror of Sprel]. The meaning of its existence was to assist the [Well of Samsara] in completing the reincarnation of billions of souls.
"This...what's going on?"
Doubts arose, but the heart was not panicked.
Because looking at the mirror hanging high in the air, Hercules knew that his trip was not in vain.
In fact, his purpose of this trip to the spirit world was not the [Well of Samsara] itself, but to use the mirror of reincarnation and the power of [space] to reflect the world and find the soul of the mother he had mistakenly killed.
Quietly stepping out of the Styx, the power of the potion has not completely faded.
Hiding his own breath, Hercules took a deep breath.
He carefully looked around and shuttled among the souls.
Looking up at the sky, the incarnations of the three goddesses were shrouded in divine light.
The great hero knew very well that if their real bodies were left here, he would probably be discovered.
It was just as if everything was paving the way for him. After half a day of difficult exploration, Hercules finally stood in front of the huge bottomless pit that was like an abyss.
The reflection of the [Mirror of Sprel] flickered with a faint light, and the breath of reincarnation almost merged with it.
The reflection of this divine mirror has become semi-independent, becoming an accessory of reincarnation, and turning into a bridge for the power of the two artifacts to communicate.
After a moment of silence, bathed in the light of the spiritual moon, Hercules reached out to touch the silver mirror.
Without any surprise, he touched the true form of the shadow of this artifact.
Buzz -
the mirror shadow sounded, as if asking the user's needs.
And with a thought, the great hero responded to it. The next moment, the mirror was slightly blurred, as if something was being retrieved... and at the same time, it seemed that something was wrong. An ancient scroll unfolded in the mirror, and the truth of the past was confirmed here. The power of the three artifacts
, [Well of Samsara]
[Book of History of Years]
[Mirror of Sprel]
, converged here, and finally the last trace of what Hercules sought was imprinted on the mirror.
Looking intently... On the silver mirror that was undulating like water, he saw a kingdom as magnificent as heaven.
And the scarlet that rose from the sacred and corrupted all souls.
...
On Mount Olympus, inside the Golden Palace.
After a lot of effort, Zeus's incarnation outside finally solved the problem temporarily.
With a solemn face, he sat alone on the throne.
Strictly speaking, the mood of the God King at this moment was not that bad.
A test, a fight.
His body seemed to be sealed, but it was not as serious as imagined.
The king's power was still extending in the world, and order began to penetrate the starry sky and the underworld bit by bit.
Even if he wanted to forcefully break the seal, it was not without a chance... but the price might be the damage of Asgard, which would make him lose this interface forever.
In this case, Zeus did not do so, because he really needed a period of time to settle down.
Repair the injuries that violated the covenant between gods and men, sort out and organize the power of the kingship... and even analyze the certain rules contained in the twisted pupil.
After all, it is related to the king of the gods in the foreign land, which is beyond doubt.
It points out the loopholes of Asgard, but also contains the rules that partially match the interface.
In general, Zeus did not feel that he suffered a loss, especially since he had a big discovery.
"If he is unwilling to come out to face me at this point, then if nothing unexpected happens, no matter what he is doing, I am afraid that the Lord of the Spirit Realm will really have no time to withdraw."
His expression was calm. In this case, Zeus also put down the last suspense in his heart.
When the seal of Asgard is broken and his power is further improved, he will personally take action and sweep everything in the world and the sea.
[Well of Samsara] is a countdown hanging above his head, but it records not only himself, but also all other gods in the world...
Immersed in thought, at a certain moment, the King of Gods suddenly heard a call.
"Your Majesty, the messenger from the sea wants to see you."
"...What's the matter?"
Zeus asked with a frown.
"Your Majesty, it is said that they are here to complain."
Not knowing how to describe it, the nymph standing beside him whispered.
"Complain?" It was a bit confusing, Zeus didn't know what they were here to complain about. The four seas were turbulent, the laws were disordered, and Poseidon had not been away from the world for a long time, but they had caused such a big mess.
How dare they come to complain? "...Let him come to see me." After hesitating for a while, Zeus decided to meet the visitor. But a moment later, he regretted it. "...Your Majesty, I came here on the orders of the son of the ancient sea god, the old sea god Nereus." He saluted respectfully with a sad face. The messenger, with grief and indignation in his eyes, angrily denounced the evil deeds of a certain Titan and the human race to the God King. "As you can see, the four seas are turbulent, the laws are disordered, and the rules left by the sea king Poseidon in the world are frequently rioting." "But this is not because we sea gods are unwilling to serve the God's Court, but because the Titan God Atlas is helping the evil, and the arrogant human Hercules is too arrogant!" "Because of their recklessness, the pillars originally given by the ancient gods to suppress the waves and support the sky were taken away, and the laws of the sea are therefore in turmoil." "And that human fought on the sea for several days and nights, and I don't know how many sea tribes were wiped out, and how many gods who tried to stop them were seriously injured." "Under the copper pillars that support the sky, the many sea gods suppressed by the laws are no match at all... If you hadn't been seriously injured, His Highness Nereus would not have sent me to complain to you." "As the supreme monarch who rules the world, please make a fair judgment on this!" "..." He remained silent, feeling embarrassed. Looking at the messenger in front of him, Zeus had something to say but he didn't know whether he should say it or not. It was just a pillar used to support the sky. Before it was gone, Atlas was still supporting the sky. How did it become like this? But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. After all, with the evolution of time, [the sky] and [the sea] have become stronger and stronger. As early as the last era, if Uranus could wake up, [the sky] would have been able to condense symbols and achieve the realm of great divine power. Now, an era and a half have passed, and although it is still loose, the growth of power is real. In this case, it seems normal that Atlas's power is not enough, which leads to changes in the sea. After all , the God King is not a sea god, and he has never supported the sky. He is not particularly sure what is going on here. "Ahem... I have a general idea of the losses suffered by Poseidon." After a light cough, Zeus asked: "Then I wonder how much damage you have suffered specifically..." "Your Majesty, 90% of Poseidon's temples have collapsed, most of the marine creatures have died, there are only a few nymphs left, most of the gods have been injured, and their powers have almost been damaged!" As if waiting for this sentence, the messenger of Poseidon said loudly: "If it is for your majesty to make sacrifices, this is our duty." "But for an unknown human to pay such a price, we Poseidons swear to seek justice!" "..." With a stiff smile, Zeus didn't know what to say. What a joke, other things are fine, but did Hercules beat all the Poseidons, how could he not know? Most of the oceans were killed or injured, do you know how many creatures there are in the ocean? And 90% of the temples collapsed... Zeus had no way to verify this. But he had reason to believe that these were all false reports! "... Well... I will handle it as appropriate."
It was a lie, but the God King still endured it in the end.
After all, it was because of the task he arranged... He finally sent away the messenger of the God of the Sea, but before he could sit for a while, another voice came from the door.
"Your Majesty..."
"What's the matter?"
"The messenger of His Majesty the King of Hell is here to visit... It seems he wants to file a complaint."
"..."
Crack -
Zeus crushed the armrest on the right side and took a deep breath.
"Let him in."
"I want to hear... what happened in the underworld again."