Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"Hell is indeed the best destination for it."

Sitting back in his seat, Ryan waved, and Bai fluttered his short wings and flew to his shoulder.

I'm not talking about Hypnos, although this natural evil god does fit there. In fact, Ryan was referring to the intercepted [Gangnir] rod.

It was originally made of branches of the World Tree in the Nine Kingdoms, and absorbed the remaining vitality of a main root. Finally, in the hands of Ryan, who had partial power over [Life], it was finally restored a little bit.

Of course, every little bit is a little bit. Just relying on the legacy of its predecessor, it is impossible for it to return to its previous level and possess a power comparable to greatness. But no matter what, as the legacy of the World Tree, the son of Yggdrasil, it will definitely become an extraordinary sacred tree.

Unfortunately, there is no place for it in the spiritual world.

As an existence that supports the nine realms, the power of the World Tree is originally biased towards materiality and carrying. The power given to it is also biased towards oaths and restraints. However, the spiritual world is a spiritual world, and there is a more powerful [Creation] than this residue. Code] as the core, and even has its own 'Tianzhu'.

After all, after digesting the symbol of one third of the sky holding up the sky after the collapse of Mount Odiles, Mount Sinaia becomes even more magical. Anchoring clarity and turbidity, separating chaos and order, it does a good job at all.

Simply, in order to prevent the treasure pearl from being covered in dust, Ryan directly changed its location and let it take root in the center of hell. If it can grow three main roots like the previous sacred tree, it can just connect the three levels of hell that are blocked in the middle.

And in addition, as an alien creation related to [Oath], perhaps this sacred tree can fill the gap of Styx in related fields after it grows up.

After all, the Styx only witnesses the oaths of the true God, which is determined by the law itself - it is the authority delegated by this world, and before it was delegated, swearing to the world was the prerogative of the gods. In the future, mortal things are destined to spread all over the world, so if the sacred tree can make up for this shortcoming, then just like the oath between gods can be transformed into the power of Styx, the covenant of mortal things will also become the nutrients for its growth. .

There is another problem. The power of the oath on the barrel of the gun is actually biased.

"A living being makes a wish to the magic gun, and the wish will be fulfilled, but whatever you get, you will lose something elsewhere, no one is exception."

"So the oaths that will be witnessed in the future are by no means unilateral. One replaces the other, and both parties to the contract must express their approval before the oath can be established. This will also be an order unique to hell."

Withdrawing his gaze, Ryan looked towards the human world. There are many things in hell, but those are all handled by his incarnation. In comparison, that is where he is most concerned about.

The real era has not yet arrived, and Cohen's existence has already given him a surprise. Now, Ryan can't wait.

"Chaos. Only with chaos and struggle can life find a way out in adversity. Human beings are the first, but they will not be the only ones."

Under the earth, Gaia's originally turbulent atmosphere during the change of eras gradually stabilized, and she was about to wake up. In the golden apple orchard, that special fruit matures slowly.

After all, the Bronze Humans are just a corner of this era. The impact of their destruction on the world structure is even far less than the integration of the remains of the Nine Realms. Whether they are here or not, time moves forward.

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Courtyard.

In just one day, the appearance of the huge crater created by the Sleeping God Sky Pendant had changed drastically.

I don't know when, a spring emerged from the bottom of the sinkhole. It was clearly in hell, but the water it splashed was clear, translucent, and holy.

Flowers of different colors bloom next to it one after another. It seems that with this place as the core, a kind of vitality and beauty that is completely different from purgatory spreads here. Next to the spring, a short sapling swayed slightly in the wind.

It has eight branches and its crystal leaves are shiny. Dreamy colors flow among the branches divided like a golden ratio.

However, this magnificent scene that is incompatible with hell has no audience, not only because the atrium itself is empty, but even the god of sleep who brought it to hell has completely forgotten its existence at this moment.

Standing on a floating island in the sky of the interface, Hypnos glanced at this seemingly normal world with lingering fear. After knowing the truth about this interface, every minute and every second he stayed here made the God of Sleep feel uncomfortable. He didn't want to stop on someone else's body at all.

So Hypnos used the authority he had just obtained to reach out and draw a line in the void in front of him, and a portal opened in response. Taking one step forward, time and space changed before his eyes. It wasn't until he stepped on the ground again and looked at the completely different scene around him that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no light in the sky, but day and night can still be distinguished. Although I don't know where the light comes from, it is much better than the previous one.

"Hell, the abyss is really scary, but this is where I will live in the future."

After taking a look at the surrounding environment, compared to the atrium, the environment of this third level of hell, which has no name yet, is more desolate and harsh, and there are still some creatures living here. But strictly speaking, this is what the Nine Hells should look like normally.

Just thinking of the brief exchange with the giant snake before, the God of Sleep couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Opening his eyes meant day, closing his eyes meant night. When the ancient snake surrounding the world looked at him, Hypnos barely dared to move. Just like when he was just born, he decisively showed awe to Ryan, this time, the God of Sleep also showed his obedience to this terrifying giant beast from the bottom of his heart.

But beyond his expectation, the giant snake surrounding the world did not do anything to him, but was even willing to communicate with him. From the other party's mouth, Hypnos learned some basic information here, such as the structure of the nine-layer world, the existence of devils, and the King of Nine Hells who created all this.

In the end, the giant snake gave him three choices: As an outsider, the God of Sleep could not just stay in other people's territory. Work for him, work for the Lord of Nine Hells, or be expelled from hell by them and wander in the abyss. Hypnos can only choose one among them.

Faced with a choice, Hypnos chose the first one after just a moment's thought.

Without the power of [Dream], the God of Sleep's power is not as good as before, and he has also re-evaluated the gap between himself and those truly strong people. In this case, instead of expecting the Lord of Nine Hells to be a more talkative being, it is better to just obey the orders of this terrifying giant snake.

And the other party didn't seem to have any intention of restricting him more. Until he left, the God of Sleep only received a mission.

Governing the third level of hell, and working with the lords of the first two levels to resist the coming abyss demon. If he does well, the giant snake will truly make him the grand duke who controls the third level of hell, and grant him the title of secondary enfeoffment. The rights of a lord.

"It's the third level again. It's really a fate."

Shaking his head slightly, Hypnos released the spiritual beings who were giving birth to the body. Once you've come, let's make peace with it. Now it's impossible to return to the living world in a short time. What's more, if you do such a thing, the God of Sleep knows without thinking that even if you successfully leave the abyss, once your whereabouts are exposed, you will be greeted by angels from the spiritual world. Hunted by the world.

In comparison, it would be better to rest in hell for a while and experience how much enhancement this position of lord, similar to a regional god, can bring to oneself.

In deep thought, Hypnos stood on a desolate hill, quietly looking at his future territory.

"Hey - Your Majesty, Your Majesty the God of Sleep, it's been such a long time."

"But why are you here?"

Suddenly, a voice came from far away, and Hypnos turned his head suddenly. Perhaps because he had not yet adapted to the hell environment, he had not noticed the approach of the visitor before.

And at a glance, he immediately recognized the person coming.

"It's you!"

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Sleep God directly locked onto this young man with a deceptive smile. Not long ago, the two sides were conspiring together.

Even before the other party stole the soul, Hypnos was still thinking about how to deal with the other party later, but he never expected that now they would actually come to the same place.

And after today's experience, Hypnos also vaguely understood why the other party wanted to attack the soul. Hell needs souls, and Mephistopheles probably went to the ground for this purpose.

There seemed to be no conflict between the two parties, it was just a case of using each other, but vaguely, when Sleeping God recalled the past, he always felt that the other party knew that he was destined to fail from the beginning, but he did not expect that he would also come to hell.

And even putting aside this suspicion, there are still some thoughts in Hypnos's mind that are difficult to express clearly.

He and Mephistopheles took action one after another, both treating each other as a 'tool man'. However, the other party successfully completed his task, but he ended up in his current situation. No matter how he thought about it, the God of Sleep did not want to see him at this time. other side.

"Yes, Your Highness. The Lord of the Nine Hells once said that the third level of hell will have a manager. Now it seems that it is you?"

Still smiling, seemingly unaware of Hypnos's hidden hostility, Mephistopheles took two steps forward.

This His Highness from the spiritual world actually fell into hell, which was indeed beyond the devil's expectation.

".Is something wrong?"

Cherish words like gold, the God of Sleep said coldly.

"Haha, I'm mainly here to visit my future neighbors. Not surprisingly, the second level of hell will be my future domain. Of course, it may only be part of it at the beginning, but I think the rest won't be a problem for me. "

With a raised eyebrow, Mephisto paused for a moment, then suggested:

"If you are willing, I may be able to take you on a tour of hell. By the way, I will also let the devils in the third world know who the master they will serve in the future is."

Without replying immediately, Hypnos took a careful look at the devil in front of him.

In terms of breath, even if he is in hell, Mephistopheles, blessed by the power of the interface, cannot be said to be a strong man. But now the God of Sleep has learned a truth. Simple disguise and strength may not allow him to achieve his goal. .

So although he didn't know what his purpose was, Hypnos finally nodded.

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world.

On the Western Sea, there are no clouds. It seems that because the water vapor is concentrated in the east of the earth, it is extremely rare that the ocean appears to be somewhat dry.

The closer we get to the west, the closer the sky seems to be to the sea. Under this inexplicable sense of oppression, few lives are willing to be active nearby. In comparison, even the ice sea in the north seems more lively than here.

But on this day, the end of the Western Heaven welcomed a special visitor.

Covered in black robes, Asmodeus walks on the sea. Just as the gods will be suppressed in the real world, and Ryan's use of power will cause the spiritual world to collide with the law, he is also the same.

Every moment, in the east of the continent, the power of the Nine Hells is centered on that ritual, constantly eroding away from the order of the world. Today's hell is obviously far from qualified to fight against the laws of this world. Even if it can persist until now, it must thank its own specialness.

Because there are no conscious living creatures in the abyss, Tartarus once again blocked the knife from the hell in his body. Most of the pressure eventually fell on Him, while the Nine Hells only borne a small part.

However, this was only a temporary measure, so Asmodeus seemed to be moving slowly, but in fact he was not delayed at all. It's just that the world today is still too big, so that when he finally reached the end of the Western Heaven, the oppression of the law on him was close to its peak.

Fortunately, right in front of him, the Titan God's true form was clearly visible. The huge god stood tall on the sky, carrying the sky on his shoulders, and the stars were with him. However, it was obviously not easy for him to do all this.

Every moment, the divine power Atlas obtained from the priesthood would pass away in the next moment and turn into the power to support the sky. He was forced to endure this feeling of weakness all the time without being able to rest for a moment. But when they met again, Asmodeus didn't see any decadence or despair on his face.

He just held the sky quietly, as if waiting for something.

".Long time no see, Atlas."

Speaking softly, the Lord of Nine Hells didn't know what to say or where to start. The giant god in front of him had already noticed his arrival. After all, he did not cover his whereabouts, but the other party had just watched his approach quietly before. Until now, in front of him, hearing his greeting without beginning or ending, the Sky Leader suddenly laughed.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty, your new appearance is much more majestic than before."

Somewhat dumbfounded, Asmodeus also laughed.

Obviously the aura is different, the priesthood is different, and even the 'existence' is different, but the other party still recognizes me. Is this because my style is too unique? Asmodeus didn't know but for a moment, he couldn't help but think of Hestia and Rhea.

It's not surprising that the former didn't recognize him. After all, most of the time they spent together, the other party was in his stomach, and a few times he was on the battlefield. As for Rhea, he didn't know what kind of reaction the other party would have if they saw him.

But these are just speculations. Now, the Lord of Nine Hells doesn't want to see her for the time being.

"Thank you for your hard work, Atlas. Once upon a time, fate showed me my failure mercilessly, and then mocked my useless struggle with the betrayal of those closest to me, but everything has passed."

Looking at Atlas, Asmodeus stretched out his hand:

"I'm here to pick you up and leave this prison. Come with me to hell, where you will be reborn like me."

"I would love to leave with you, Your Majesty, but I'm afraid I can't leave just yet."

"Why?"

"Because the sky needs support, Your Majesty."

Shaking his head, the giant god looked at the copper pillar to the northeast of him.

"When the sacred mountain fell and the symbol of supporting the sky was divided into three, Olympus gained a share, and I also merged with a share. As long as the sky is supported, the limitations of the laws of the world on the power of the gods have no effect on me, but Correspondingly, as long as the symbol holding up the sky is still on my body, I will be bound by the law and will never be able to leave here."

"Unless a replacement can be found to carry this symbol for me, only the power that can tear apart the rules of the world can make me leave. I originally thought that the copper pillar could do it, but now it seems that it is far from having this ability. "

His expression changed slightly, Asmodeus did not expect to encounter such an accident. Yes, he understands now too. Although Atlas was punished to come here to support the sky, when the laws of the world discovered that his existence did contribute to the stability of the world, then regardless of whether Atlas came here voluntarily or not, he was directly deprived of his free.

Just like He sets a replacement destiny for the God King, just like He tears apart the divine power of the gods at will, the law only cares about the pros and cons, not the fairness in the eyes of living beings, or, in other words, just like God takes what he wants from the mortals he created, in the world In his eyes, gods and mortals may be no different. So as long as there is nothing that can replace Atlas for a day, He will now prohibit the Sky Leader from leaving.

And the copper pillar that was just erected, although it stopped breaking after the son of Poseidon was trapped, it only shared one-tenth of the weight of Atlas. Such a pillar was obviously far from enough. To carry the symbol of supporting the sky.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Just like you finally broke the destiny of the God King, I believe you can also solve this problem, but it will take a while."

With his shoulders against the sky, Atlas noticed Asmodeus's anger. This world had caused him so much trouble, and even after leaving the throne, it still did not end. But Tianqingzhe just smiled, as if he didn't care so much about it, or maybe he just believed that the difficulty was only temporary.

"I will be waiting for you here, Your Majesty, waiting for the day when you return to the earth. At that time, you will definitely have the power to change everything, and I will once again be your sword to overthrow the Olympus Divine Court.”

"I will tell those ignorant rebellious people that the Titans are the masters of the world, and you are the only king."

On the Western Sea, there is no life to witness all this, only wind and waves, flowing endlessly.

It’s almost time for Ares and Athena to be born, but I’ve been thinking recently, is it better for Athena to arrange a special scene for her birth, or should she just mention it casually and not write about the process? If we need a process, what kind of process is better?