Greece brings evildoers

Feeling the overwhelming death energy, the light wheel behind Loen turned and turned to the fifth incarnation [Warrior]. The blood of the god of war in his body suddenly boiled, and the burning fighting spirit turned into blood-red flames, gushing out from the acupuncture points and pores all over his body.

——The blood of Ares, shattered here, destroyed here!

In a silent murmur, Loen twisted his body backwards, clenched his right hand, and the red and black gun of nation-building appeared in his palm, fiercely handed it upward, and the domineering and violent power and the will of death that annihilated life turned into a real blood-colored wave, rolling forward, drowning the dreamy golden light inch by inch.

Seeing that the falling golden sword was swallowed up in an instant, Hypnos' face changed slightly. He immediately bent his fingers forward and grasped the broken giant sword in his hand, activating the power of sleep from virtual to real, and re-condensed a sharper blade, tearing the blood-red flame in one fell swoop.

"Dangdangdangdang!"

The connected gun of nation-building and the golden sword collided violently hundreds of times in just a few breaths. The harsh sound of metal clashing, like frying beans, made Charon and Thetis on the boat hurt their eardrums.

In addition to the full talent of running away, Sisyphus, whose combat level was not good, was even more unbearable. He held his head with a splitting headache and groaned.

In the end, it was Charon who saw that the real moneymaker of this business was going to die, and he reluctantly slapped the long pole in his hand towards the Styx.

A thin water curtain rose from all around the ferry with the sound of splashing water, protecting the few people on the boat and resisting the terrible aftermath of the battle.

Sisyphus, who had survived the catastrophe, shook his head that was about to turn into a paste, and habitually put on a smile on his face, and walked forward to get close to Charon who had made the move.

"I felt like I was almost dead just now, fortunately you were here, my friend..."

However, feeling the constant loss of divine power and divinity in his body, Charon gnashed his teeth.

"——You have to pay more!"

"..."

The smile on Sisyphus's face froze, and he could only nod depressedly under the gloomy gaze of the Styx Ferry God, secretly complaining in his heart.

There were three people on the boat, and the one who was fighting was in front, why did you only ask me to pay?

"Boom!"

At the same time, the Gun of Nation-building and the Golden Sword in the air burst into the last collision, and the strong shock wave shook, crushing the blood flame on Lorne's body and the dark butterflies around Hypnos.

"Puff puff puff!"

The golden and blood-colored mixed light stream passed through the air, shooting in all directions with a sharp whimper.

For a moment, dust flew up on both sides of the river, and large areas of blooming poppies and valerian turned into grass debris all over the sky; water columns several feet high splashed on the water surface, and the undead living in the Styx screamed and fled in all directions.

Above the water, Hypnos looked down at the half-broken golden sword in his hand, threw it away casually, looked up at the opponent who was wrapped in blood and flames and holding a divine weapon, and commented lightly.

"The gun is good..."

But, that's all.

As soon as the voice fell, a pair of butterfly-like wings behind the god of sleep flapped, and countless stars of phosphorus powder fell, and turned into thousands of golden and black butterflies with the wind, falling rapidly towards the people on the ferry, like falling meteors.

Fighting for long-range?

Looking at the glittering light flying in front of him, his face did not change at all, and he leaned on the gun with both hands and inserted it into the surging Styx.

[Warrior] disappeared, [Giant Whale] emerged.

In an instant, the surrounding Styx water swept upward under the rhythm of the ocean power. Countless suspended water droplets were like balls of thick ink, automatically writing and shaping, turning into a series of runes containing mysterious power such as Hermetic characters, Titan divine patterns, linear letters, etc., gathering around Lorne, like stars in the night sky, lighting up the night.

Hypnos felt as if he had entered a treasure house that preserved the fire of civilization, and the historical context carved in the long river of memory was all presented in front of him.

At this moment, it was like a wise man with a nine-sided crown on his head, raising his right hand, using a gun as a pen, and outlining the last stroke in the air.

Knowledge is the ladder, and spiritual thinking is the crown.

Here, the truth is exhausted and fallacies are eradicated!

In an instant, the dense runes in the air were like well-trained soldiers, automatically linked and constructed with the figure in the center as the base point, turning into one magic array after another, automatically weakening, counterattacking, defending and counterattacking.

The swooping dark butterflies were precisely divided, surrounded, blocked and shot down, without any escape.

At this moment, seeing the large magic circle that filled half of the sky, as luxurious as a castle and exquisite as art, Sisyphus on the ferry opened his mouth in astonishment, and his eyeballs almost fell out of his eye sockets.

No, who is this guy?

His attainments in magic are so strong! How come even Hypnos, the god of sleep, one of the twin gods of the underworld, is not his opponent?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt weak.

One thing is certain, the other side is definitely not specifically trying to save him, and the troubles they will cause in the future will probably be bigger than his.

He is just a demigod, and he may not even have a slag left in the end.

After such a serious calculation, it seems that he is the one who lost?

At this moment, Sisyphus began to miss the warmth of the stone.

But unfortunately, neither Charon, who was waiting for him to return to Corinth to pay more money, nor the beautiful goddess who was blocking his way intentionally or unintentionally, would let him jump off the ship easily.

At this time, Hypnos, who had lost two battles in a row, finally looked serious.

He thought that the artifact with destructive power was his trump card, but he didn't expect that the opponent's magic attainment was better.

In this case...

Hypnos raised his hand and made a fist. A black and gold flute engraved with butterfly patterns appeared in his palm and was placed in front of his lips.

With the encouragement of the air flow, a comfortable and elegant melody came out from the flute hole and spread to the surroundings. Countless golden and black butterflies emerged from the air and danced, sprinkling pieces of dreamy phosphorescence.

In the magnificent palace of Corinth, beautiful maids walked around and laughed, pouring cups of fragrant wine into Sisyphus' mouth, and the soft velvet bed exuded a comfortable smell...

On the verdant island, the breeze brushed across Thetis' cheeks, bringing moist sea vapor; the soft sand under the feet caressed the skin, comfortable and cozy; the warm sunshine made people's bones and muscles soft, and they wanted to lie in the shade under the tree in the distance and enjoy the afternoon time...

In the house with Minoan-style architecture, the warm fire was beeping, and a table of sumptuous meals had been eaten up. The fullness in the body made people feel lazy, and they wanted to lie on the rattan chair and take a short rest after the meal to digest the food quietly...

A little sleepy, take a nap.

Just as Loen yawned and slowly closed his increasingly heavy eyelids, the jumping fire in the stove suddenly made a bursting sound, and several feet of golden flames sprang out, and then ignited the whole house.

No! I'm still in the underworld!

The sudden burning sensation in his brain startled Loen, who immediately opened his eyes and looked at the figure playing the flute in the air and the hundreds of underworld butterflies that were already close at hand.

As expected of the power of sleep that even the god king Zeus had been tricked by, he was unknowingly bewitched by Hypnos' flute and almost fell asleep on the spot.

If it weren't for the sixth incarnation of [Flame], which used the power of purifying negativity at the critical moment to awaken a trace of his consciousness, the consequences would be disastrous.

At the critical moment, it was still the main god of his family who could be relied on!

Loen secretly drew a cross in his heart, and the purifying [Flame] immediately gushed out of his body, burning the approaching underworld butterflies to ashes.

Actually broke free?

At this moment, seeing the unexpected result, Hypnos was startled and tried to strengthen the resonance of the melody and pull the target into the dream again.

However, Loen, who was already alert, would not give him this opportunity. He leaned back in an exaggerated arc, holding the Spear of Nation Creation in his right hand, and chanted the divine words solemnly.

"Branch of Destruction, Wedge of God's Wedge - Reignite the Ashes at the Beginning!"

The next moment, Loen's body was ignited with a blazing blood-red flame, and the holy spear made of large palm wood in his hand was also ignited.

Along with the flying ashes, the dead foundation of the world revealed its miserable nature.

Withered, black, and shaped like a piece of lifeless charcoal.

However, facing this ugliness and ruin, Hypnos was like a great enemy, and pushed the sound of the dream-making flute to the extreme.

He had a premonition that once stabbed by this thing, no matter whether it was a powerful hero or an immortal god, they would be turned into ashes by this burning dead branch.

Only by reaching the immortal Lord God can one survive in the face of this terrible destruction.

"Swoosh!"

The burning dead branches shot out, igniting the dead air of the underworld along the way, and the layered purple dream barrier shattered bit by bit. The underworld butterflies that served as the cornerstone and network could not dodge in time, and fell into the Styx with blazing flames, like drifting river lanterns on the water.

"Puff!"

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly with the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh.

A blood mark appeared on Hypnos' handsome face, and several golden red blood beads fell into the turbulent Styx.

At this time, Sisyphus and Thetis on the boat woke up in a trance, with a look of shock on their faces.

"I have to admit that you are very strong, so I will do my best next time!"

The sleep god in the air reached out to wipe the blood beads on his face, and spoke lightly, with a rare coldness in his solemn tone.

——Why do lives sleep? Because they are not ready to welcome death.

As the god in charge of sleep, Hypnos does not like to kill, so he rarely fights with people and rarely kills people.

But as the twin gods of the underworld, it is his duty to guard here and maintain order.

And once he goes all out, he cannot guarantee whether the other party can survive.

A fight between life and death, that's how it should be!

The next moment, Hypnos' eyes were full of murderous intent, and he raised the half-broken flute in his hand and swung it forward.

In an instant, sharp and piercing whimpers came from all around, and the boiling death air was compressed to the extreme, turning into dense swords, javelins, heavy hammers, and even meteorites, shooting forward.

Facing Hypnos's fierce attack, Loen, who had just thrown the Spear of the Nation and had nothing in his hands, smiled slightly.

Then——

He decisively pulled up Thetis and Sisyphus beside him, jumped up, and jumped onto the river bank full of daffodils.

Nothing else, after dragging it on for so long, the Garden of Truth finally arrived.

At this moment, Charon, the only Styx ferryman left behind, stared at the large number of swords, javelins, heavy hammers, and even meteorites coming towards him with his eyes wide open.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a hundred-foot-high column of water splashed up from the Styx, and black wood chips flew everywhere.

In the turbulent waters of the Styx, an old man in tattered clothes gnashed his teeth and waved a long pole that was broken into two pieces, driving away the undead who kept swarming in. He turned his head and roared at the three unscrupulous figures who quickly dived into the daffodil bushes.

"Add more money! Remember to add more money, bastard!"