Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

On the floating island in the atrium, Ryan and Asmodeus sat opposite each other.

For them now, everything outside hell is clearly visible, including Moya's sharp shout. But on the other hand, the Demon Mother cannot see through what is happening in the Nine Hells.

This is not because of any power gap between the two sides. In fact, Abyss is the side that truly has the advantage in strength. The fundamental reason for all this is that Tartarus does not have his own subjective consciousness.

He didn't know how to isolate himself from prying eyes, so in hell, beings with divine power could see everything outside without any cover. And He couldn't do two things at the same time, so even if a 'thief' came into His body without warning during the process of giving birth to the Mother of Demons and the Six Demon Gods, Tartarus would still be Turn a blind eye to it.

Therefore, for a long time in the past, the devils in hell were able to cross the abyss and come to the world, and the nine hells were constantly stealing the power originally used to breed the devil. But Asmodeus knew very well that this situation might not last long.

After all, the abyss has given birth to its own life. When Moya wakes up, Hell's absorption of his origin is forced to end. And as the last demon opened his eyes, Tartarus finally reacted to the 'foreign object' in his body.

As a result, the chaotic ocean boiled and countless realms shook. He gave guidance to Moya and the demon gods. He added his power to the Mother of Demons, and even He himself covered the hell with monstrous malice, trying to wrap up this 'foreign object' first, and then The life conceived by itself shattered it.

But that's what a being without wisdom is like. He doesn't know how to conceal his intentions, and he doesn't know how to prioritize. Therefore, after the changes in the abyss were discovered, in terms of the concept of time and space, the location of the Nine Hells had begun to slowly 'rise'.

Originally, the entrance to the first level of hell was near the birthplace of Moya, and it continued to steal the power of Tartarus. But now, it keeps passing through the abyss levels one after another, until it slowly stops at the outermost level. Even if you look at it from another perspective, part of the Nine Hells has actually penetrated beyond the abyss, and only a few places still intersect with it.

But that's where it ends, because the connection between hell and the abyss cannot be severed, they are one. So Asmodeus didn't want to escape anything, but he needed a window to connect with the world instead of being locked in Tartarus.

This is destined to be a long war, and even if they win this time, the absolute gap in strength between the two sides will be difficult to change. Therefore, the connection with the outside cannot be terminated. Only in this way can the Nine Hells have a chance to win the final victory.

"So Ryan, how does the spiritual world do this? From the past to the present, why have you never been treated like this in this world?"

There was nothing unusual about his appearance, and Asmodeus looked very normal, but only he knew how terrible the pressure he was facing at this moment.

As thick as a mountain, as vast as the sea, in front of the abyss that is finally free, Hell at this time can only swim in the cracks, without any room for resistance.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Asmodeus was destined to be unable to intervene in this battle. The pressure of dealing with the abyss has made him exhausted. If the other party hadn't been unconscious, the war would have been over before it even started.

This is actually not surprising, and was expected by the Lord of Nine Hells. However, if he is like this, then the spiritual world should also be like this. So the reason why Ryan did not encounter the same result may mean that he has some special coping methods.

If possible, Asmodeus still doesn't want to use the previously discussed method to resolve his first confrontation with the Abyss.

"Don't think too much, you can't do it, because although you were once the god of time and space, you have never touched the true heights of the time and space field."

"Even when the spirit world was just born, as long as I didn't want to, the original god couldn't lock me, and the current world can't detect me either - Nyx once thought she could, because she could use the power of destiny to fix the fate of the spirit world. , but what she doesn’t know is that even if all the time and space power in this world is really given to her, she still won’t be able to contact the time and space of the spiritual world.”

"As for the reason..."

His fingers tapped lightly on the table. In fact, even Ryan himself was not very clear about the weak space-time divinity that came with his soul, but there was no doubt that its essence was with the world.

It is this power that allows him to resist the 'nothing' outside the world to a certain extent, and also allows him to seal the spiritual world so that no existence can access it.

"As for the reason, it's probably innate. As the oldest god, I always have to be a little special."

Explanation casually, in fact, Ryan had already said something similar once. However, he also knew that Asmodeus did not want to pry into his secrets, but just wanted to express doubts about the feasibility of the original plan.

So Ryan didn't mind saying it again and cheering him up.

"Back to the matter itself, you don't actually need to worry so much - you can open up an interface in the abyss, just because He has no wisdom. And now, the same is true for his children."

Just as they thought before, except for Moya, these first-generation demon gods did have powerful power, but they also inherited the chaotic characteristics of the abyss.

Therefore, their rationality is very weak, at least compared to ordinary people. At most, they have more thinking ability than the sun-eaters wandering in the spiritual world, and they know how to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and how to measure the weak and the strong.

"Well... I hope everything goes as usual."

Nodding, the Lord of Nine Hells no longer hesitated. He just looked at the approaching demon gods outside the world, and finally confirmed:

"We're going to win, right?"

"Of course, but at the end of the day, it comes down to how you define 'winning.'"

Standing up, Ryan responded with a smile, and then the next moment, the figure reflected in his consciousness slowly disappeared.

The incarnation's thoughts returned to wrap around the true form of the atrium, and the two rounds of tomorrow also flickered.

"At least judging from the extent to which she misses me, she really hates me to the core. In this case, then I will suffer a little more and sacrifice a little bit...you think so, right?"

Ryan's voice gradually became inaudible, and as his consciousness returned, the atrium shook slightly.

A certain behemoth moved its stiff body, and watching all this, Asmodeus's cheek twitched slightly.

Sacrifice... yes, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the other person is being 'sacrificed'.

But so be it... After shaking his head, the figure of the Lord of Nine Hells also disappeared.

As long as you can win, no matter what, it's fine. After all, this is the most perfect solution.

The Abyss is not something they can defeat, and Moya possesses the essence of immortality. Neither of them is an enemy that can truly be defeated. So from the beginning of this war, his target had no choice.

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The first level of hell, [Noisy Empty Tunnel].

On the dark earth, the sound of air tearing and trembling never ceased. A blue storm streaked across the sky, then collided with a ball of fire, lighting up the sky.

This special scene doesn't just happen in one place, but in many places. It does not originate from some kind of force, but is caused by the characteristics of this interface itself.

Since the former Titan God became its master, the God of Weather has injected the power he had when he was a god into this world. While this makes it more powerful, its underlying rules will inevitably be modified.

From that day on the storm raged over the mountains and plains with a never-ending cacophony. The environment of the entire interface is slowly deflecting in a certain direction, and it has even undergone further changes in the past few thousand years.

The abyss absorbs fire and frost mist, and thus breeds demon gods with corresponding powers, as well as some interfaces filled with molten lava and cold currents. Of course, Hell also gets a share of it. In order to better resist the possible war, Asmodeus generously injected his profits into the first layer of the interface. Then Cleos' power increased, and fire and frost shone in the noisy tunnel.

So even though there is no sun in this world, it never lacks light sources. Sometimes flames born spontaneously from the void illuminate the entire world, and then they are either blown out by the storm or dance around with it. If you look down at the world from a higher perspective, you can see countless star points swirling, bringing warmth and light to this dim interface.

Of course, with the birth of fire and cold current, the storm naturally became more intense. The collision of cold and heat makes the air flow more difficult to predict, and makes this world only underground capable of carrying traces of life.

As a result, layers of tunnels and cavities were excavated, and then emitted a sharp scream under the strong wind on the surface. This is also one of the origins of the name of the Noisy Tunnel. But that was a normal time, and there was no life in the first level of hell at this moment.

Not long ago, the devils here evacuated to the upper world in an orderly manner under the order of the lord. Obviously, the collision between Tartarus and the Nine Hells is not something they can participate in. Even this time, they are not even qualified to be spectators.

So the borderless interface became empty, and only at the highest point, Cleos held a big sword in his hand and looked solemnly at the world that belonged to him.

This place was about to become a battlefield, and he was the only 'soldier'.

"Every time, he is outnumbered and outnumbered. I don't know when he will be able to change this situation."

No words came out of his mouth, but Cleos was somewhat speechless in his heart. Whether on the ground or underground, he seemed to have never experienced the feeling of strength in numbers.

Fortunately, his strength is stronger than before. Although at the very beginning of his reincarnation, this Titan god once lost the power of his powerful divine power and could only maintain his old outlook with the blessing of the interface. However, as hell absorbed the power of the abyss for tens of thousands of years, he struggled to return to his original state. field of.

Even now, as a being with the characteristics of a regional god, Cleos standing in the noisy tunnel is far better than before. The entire interface blended with him, and here, he felt that he could fight against more than one existence of the same position.

The only not-so-good part was that Cleos suddenly discovered that not only were all of his future enemies no weaker than his present self, there were even six of them.

As for his teammates... Cleos looked at Mephistopheles.

No matter how you look at it, the opponent doesn't look like he's very capable of fighting.

"Why are you the only one here? Where is the god you brought to hell, and that other guy, that...Hypnos? Where did he go?"

Cleos frowned, feeling a little dissatisfied.

Although the two sides didn't have many interactions, he had to admit that the sleeping god was indeed very powerful, even stronger than him. According to the other party, it was after he lost the power of [Dream]. Otherwise, he would almost stand at the top of the True God Realm.

This somewhat shocked Cleos, because Hypnos had always been unknown in the world, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't find it strange anymore.

After all, the world of Chaos is like this. Although death is ridiculously weak, sleep takes its place, because in this world, the most terrifying end of a god is not death, but eternal sleep.

Therefore, the authority of the Sleeping God is naturally strong - of course, perhaps it is this power that leads to his confident resistance.

But no matter what the reason was, it had nothing to do with Cleos. He was just dissatisfied with it now because the other party seemed to have no intention of cooperating at all.

"Does he think that hiding in his own little world is useful?" Cleos sneered and clenched the hilt of his sword: "Or does he think that the Lord of Nine Hells will not liquidate his absconding behavior?"

Before coming, Asmodeus told him clearly that the lord of the third level of hell would help him contain at least two demon gods, but now, he didn't even know where they were.

"Don't worry, Cleos, he must have arrived. As long as he wants to stay in hell, it is impossible to disobey the unanimous orders of the two masters."

In mid-air beside him, Mephisto was not in a hurry.

"As for where...the greatest role of his authority is not in frontal combat, but I think he will contribute."

Unlike Cleos, Mephisto was enjoying the unique scenery of the noisy empty tunnel. Behind the unique environment is the manifestation of the powerful power of this level of lord, and this happens to be something he does not yet possess.

Even though he suddenly became the great lord of hell, and was even temporarily granted jurisdiction over the second level of hell due to the war, there was still one problem before him. Unlike Cleos, the partner who can be considered as a 'investor', Mephistopheles is a pure high-level 'worker'. Everything he has now is because he can still provide money to the Lord of the Nine Hells. Create value.

But no value is permanent. The most lasting value is to turn yourself into the value itself, like Cleos and his meteorological origin.

"Sure enough, only disaster is the ladder to ascend... The destruction of the human world brought me today, and the invasion of the abyss is for our better tomorrow."

With a look of emotion on his face, Mephisto smiled and said:

"So looking on the bright side, maybe after today, the Noisy Tunnel will become more powerful under the nourishment of the demon's flesh and blood?"

"Then you'll still be alive tomorrow, human."

In response coldly, Cleos drew his sword.

"And I hope you remember, remnants of the Silver Age: I am immortal, but you are not."

Leaving a sneer behind, Klios leapt up under the hurricane. Behind him, looking at his retreating back, Mephisto's smile remained unchanged.

He knew that as an innate god, the other party never thought highly of him. In other words, almost all gods don't like to see mortal beings side by side with them. This is normal.

But normal is normal, and there are many normal things in this world. Just like now, the key to determining the outcome of this war has never been in the hands of Cleos.

"Silver Human...you are right."

Taking out the silver mirror from the void and looking at the temporarily gifted artifact, Mephistopheles continued to wait. Until a certain moment, accompanied by a loud noise, a huge sound at the spatial level came from the horizon, shaking the whole world.

"Dong——"

Raising his head slightly, Mephistopheles knew that the door to hell had been opened.

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