Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"Boom..."

"Dong——"

"Boom————"

In the chaotic time and space, there was originally no so-called 'portal', but when the forces of the two worlds collided, it seemed to become clearly visible.

They are born from the same source, yet they are in opposition to each other, and behind the repulsion they are attracted to each other. So when the 'gate' of hell was in front of him, Moya rushed towards it without hesitation.

"Boom——!"

The dull impact caused blood to splash everywhere, but the slight pain aroused some of Moya's 'ferociousness'.

It's hard to say whether she was affected by the chaotic power of the abyss, but she didn't seem to be a very smart god. In short, from the moment she saw her current situation, the Demon Mother's heart aroused boundless desire for destruction.

She wants to destroy something, whether the object of destruction is others or herself.

"Bang——!!"

"Click——"

She didn't remember the first time she hit her. Until a certain moment, Moya felt like she had broken something. She passed through some kind of barrier and came to another place.

The power of the Nine Hells began to suppress her, but the world was fighting against the abyss with all its strength and could not draw out much power. This was more of a reminder to Moya that she had already entered.

So she shook her body, and the Demon Mother regained some sense. She began to observe the surrounding environment with the tiny pupils hidden under the indescribable body, and also sensed the atmosphere of the entire hell.

Standing in the sky and looking down, a dim world is constantly flashing with thousands of 'light points' that are spinning and dying, giving this interface a magnificent color. Either sharp or thick whistling sounds sounded all the time, just like the lame playing of a band, which made Moya feel a little bored.

But this is not the most important thing... The Demon Mother's gaze looked towards the deeper levels of time and space.

As the only being currently qualified to carry part of the power of the abyss, Moya temporarily received a little extra favor from him. Although the conditions for the use of this favor were harsh and limited because she could not become the 'king' of the abyss, and it only took effect when facing the enemies of Tartarus, it still allowed her to become aware of the distribution of power in hell.

Except for the world itself that is fighting against Tartarus, only the middle position has power that can rival her at this moment... As for the other places, there are only a few one or two relatively powerful beings.

But that doesn't make sense because there are more abysses. So very quickly, even if she didn't have much fighting wisdom, Moya still quickly judged the best way to deal with it - let her entangle the threatening existence, and then let other demons destroy the world.

Of course, the premise of all this is that this world can really support the battle between her and that strange existence. So no longer hesitating, the Demon Mother stretched her body and let out a long and harsh cry.

"Ah~~..."

The voice echoed in the hustle and bustle of the empty tunnel, and also spread outside this interface. It was Moya calling the demon gods who were born with her.

These beings who lacked sense could not communicate normally. Fortunately, Moya did not need to talk nonsense with them.

There is only one consciousness in her voice, destroy everything in front of you!

"boom--!"

The next moment, without waiting for their response, Moya collided again and rushed towards the depths of the world. The first layer of the world was penetrated by her without any hindrance, but in the gap between the nine layers of the interface, a black shadow suddenly flashed across.

Without any reaction, Moya was knocked into the noisy and empty tunnel ground again in an instant. Even this power continued, causing her to pass through the ground until she fell out of the Nine Hells and bumped into the giant with eight arms and three heads.

The flesh and blood cracked and healed. Moya just shook her body and stood up again. At the end of her sight, she saw the target who attacked her.

Rising from nothingness, crawling in time and space, winding around an unknown length of body, there is a huge snake head protruding from the interface. His scarlet eyes stared at the demons, without concealing the murderous intent in his eyes.

However, seeing this moment, Moya just laughed sharply, showing no anger at being attacked.

"good very good--"

"Since you don't want to fight me inside, then come outside... Although no matter where you are, the result waiting for you will be the same!"

Fighting here will help her show her strength. As for whether it will cause damage to some levels in the abyss, neither Moya nor Tartarus really care.

In comparison, those demon gods are of greater significance. They at least represent a certain aspect of authority in the abyss. If something goes wrong with them, it will be a big deal. So there were no tricks, and the Demon Mother didn't know any other methods. She just rushed towards the opponent in the most primitive way like just now.

Although this may seem silly, it is the most effective method. She doesn't need to do anything else. From now on, Moya just needs to make the other party unable to care.

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The connection between the abyss and hell, the entrance to the first level of hell.

Unlike the turmoil outside, it seems a little quiet here. After all, even the demon god who passed through here did not stay long, but followed the mysterious induction to the depths of the world.

So now, there is only one guy left here who wanted to squat but unexpectedly got a bomb.

"Hiss...it's really hard for me to understand..."

His body shook slightly, and the gray wings on his back hung down. Hypnos' figure hidden at the entrance of the interface seemed to have received a strong impact, and he was unable to react for a while.

Therefore, he almost sat back and watched as the four demon gods first conceived by the Demon Mother entered the noisy empty tunnel one after another in front of him, without having time to make any response.

"It's really bad luck..."

The corner of his mouth trembled, and Sleep God didn't know how he should evaluate it. In fact, even if he ran into an opponent he couldn't beat head-on, it would still be somewhat understandable, but what he just encountered really made it a bit difficult to evaluate him.

After all, strictly speaking, he actually did nothing just now, he just took a curious look at the huge life that broke into the Nine Hells. And now, he regretted it terribly.

A giant thing flashing past, a strong mental impact, this is not just an indescribable appearance, but a conceptual definition. In the dreams of the gods, Hypnos had seen the figure of the goddess of beauty on Mount Olympus more than once, and Aphrodite did indeed live up to her priesthood. No matter who you are, whether you are male or female, whether you hate her or not, you will all be attracted by her beauty under the influence of her innate authority.

You can hate her character and question her ability, but you will definitely admit that she is a being that makes you feel happy when you see her - just like the opposite of Moya. At this moment, Hypnos was very sure that the Mother of Demons was most likely given some kind of opposite power by the abyss, and it was probably even strengthened.

Because in her body, there is also the natural aversion of order to chaos. In short, under various influences, the opponent's figure seems to have some mysterious effect. Although it does not cause direct harm, it is far more terrifying than the direct one.

Just looking at her for a moment, the God of Sleep felt that he would never forget her for the next ten thousand years. He now has no doubt that if this disgusting thing doesn't think of some way to cover herself up in the future, I'm afraid no one will be willing to communicate with her.

Well... Hypnos didn't know yet that he was not the first victim. The demon god with all his eyes and thoughts saw the other person the first moment he was born, and then directly destroyed his own eyes. But until it grows a new batch, it still means nothing.

The impact on the mind is of course not affected by the physical body, so its instinctive reaction is in vain.

"Huh-here it comes."

After a while, the God of Sleep finally returned his attention to serious matters.

We have already let go of four of them. If there is a problem with the last two, it would be a bit unreasonable.

In any case, he was now a 'worker' living under someone else's roof, so Hypnos cheered up. Under his gaze, after a while, the void shook slightly again, and dark blue mist seeped out of it.

Just like when it was born, the mist obscured the figure of the visitor, hiding the true form of the devil and making it difficult for others to see its specific location. And that seemingly beautiful mist actually contains extremely terrifying toxicity, enough to turn anyone who comes close to it into withered bones.

This is a power that the world of Khaos does not have. It comes from the source of the power of frost, the original spring in a certain country.

The original spring water, which is as famous as the Fountain of Urd and the Fountain of Mimir, does not have much effect. Its terrible toxicity is its most distinctive feature. But now this characteristic has obviously been partially inherited by the demon god who carries its power, and it has become the best barrier surrounding him.

"But there's no point...I didn't intend to get close to you in the first place."

"There's nothing too smart to deal with."

He stretched out his hand and grasped it, and the deep purple flute fell into his hands. This accompanying artifact did not leave him because he fell into hell. Hypnos put it to his mouth, and a melodious music immediately sounded in the world where the hurricane was roaring.

The violent sound of the wind did not affect its effect, because the music of the God of Sleep was not meant for 'ears' to be 'listened to'. His power flowed into the fog along the tune without any hindrance, and at the same time, gray feathers also hung down from his wings and floated across the void to the opposite side.

Visible to the naked eye, the originally moving blue mist slowly stopped, but the mist around it became increasingly dense.

It seemed to have some kind of instinct to protect itself in this way during sleep, but Hypnos had no intention of doing anything to it.

His strength is not superior in frontal combat. Although he can knock down the opponent with one move now, if he really wants to fight, even if the first mover can severely damage the opponent, the result is uncertain.

Compared to the native life forms transformed by Hell, Hypnos is not enthusiastic about the power of the Abyss Demon God. Instead of thinking about whether it can be solved once and for all, it would be more meaningful to control one more.

"Hmm... Cleos, right? You're immortal anyway, so if you hit two more, just hit two more."

"Isn't it like this when you are on the ground? Even in the starry sky, it seems that you have always been responsible for the role of a sandbag."

After looking at the void that surged again, a shadow emerged from it, Hypnos thought silently.

He had seen that scene in the dreams of many Star Gods, the Weather Titan being violently beaten by the ancient Sun God - that was the nightmare of many Star Gods. After all, they still remember how many of their kind were destroyed during that period, and it is purely luck that they can survive to this day.

So it can be imagined that Cleos is very experienced in this area.

"Shadow... makes no difference."

Playing the flute again and holding the last demon in place with ease, Hypnos relaxed and even had time to observe this unique guy.

Not only is it different in appearance, the God of Sleep even felt just now that it is more rational than the previous ones - of course, this doesn't make much sense.

Being smarter or stupider doesn't affect being influenced by his power. And once you fall into a deep sleep, it's not that easy to wake up again.

"Good luck guy."

After observing for a while, Hypnos stopped thinking about it.

Even after falling into hell, the God of Sleep still looks like a young man. Appearing with this appearance in such an environment, it is inevitable that he will feel a bit like a dark fairy tale.

Turning around, he looked deeper into the interface. Inside the noisy empty tunnel, a battle was about to begin. After all, the demon gods who entered were unceremoniously destroying the world, and the owner here obviously could not tolerate this behavior.

Although their power is not enough to destroy the space and time itself that holds the world, they are not here for this. When they eliminate the life on this level, occupy the center of this level, and then use their own power to infect the sky and the earth, this place will gradually be marked with the mark of an abyss.

When this mark is completed, Tartarus can use it as an anchor to accurately project more power, instead of always playing a hide-and-seek game with the Nine Hells on the level of time and space.

Eat away bit by bit, and finally decide the outcome when the overall situation is decided. This is the process of the battle between hell and abyss. Just like Chaos spent a long time killing the resistance of the Hermenu world, the collision between worlds cannot be resolved overnight.

"Eating each other..."

“It’s really original and beautiful.”

Sitting in the void, with the feathers on his back still falling and reborn, Hypnos commented lightly.

Although others are here, the Innate Evil God has no empathy. So now, he just completed his most basic task, and then waited here, watching this windy world burn bit by bit.