Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"It's finally about to begin... If it drags on any longer, this guy's divine body will probably be completely wiped out."

"It will take him thousands of years to cultivate. But at this juncture, without him, I can't stop these things."

In the second level of hell, in a hidden high place, Mephistopheles holds a silver mirror.

Of course, he is still in the Nine Hells, and has never really participated in this battle. After all, as a promoted mortal, he is not the slightest bit different from those innate gods.

If he wants to be truly familiar with how to be a god-like being, Mephisto still has a lot to complete. For example, the simplest one is that he still doesn't have anything that can be called authority.

Although the second level of hell brought him strength, it didn't stop there. Compared to the weather god who brought his own dry food, this place is still in the original state of the interface and is completely different from the other layers.

Looking towards the battlefield in the distance, further away, in the center of the interface, violent vibrations and roars occurred one after another. Cleos was still resisting, but the aura on his body had already weakened for a long time.

Obviously, although relying on the characteristics of the innate gods, Cleos continued to repair the damage that seemed to be fatal, this recovery was not without cost. Once he exceeds a certain limit, he will be like the former sun god Hyperion. His body will be damaged, his consciousness and strength will be lost, and he will be forced to return to the symbol of his priesthood.

At that time, only by waiting for a long time can he walk in the world in full glory again.

Of course, unlike eternal sleep, although the power of gods in this state is greatly reduced, they are not unable to interfere with the outside world. But if he falls into this situation at the enemy's current juncture, then he obviously won't be able to hold off those demon gods any longer.

"...Yes, let's start. Your method should be effective."

Quietly, a voice came from all around Mephistopheles. However, there was nothing around the devil at the moment. The so-called 'sound' was rather like the sound produced by the spontaneous friction of air under natural conditions.

But obviously, it is impossible for nature to make such an anthropomorphic sound, so it must be made by a thinking being. And vaguely, Mephisto also heard a trace of strange emotions.

Well, the devil understands this. He didn't have the ability to see through the interface, and he didn't know how ugly the Demon Mother was. Now he knows, and he feels deeply sorry for his 'boss' about this matter.

But there was no way. If he could take the place, then he would have fallen in love himself... Well, Mephistopheles had to admit that in his heart, he actually didn't really want to fall in love.

"Ahem, Your Majesty, this is confirmed by you personally... and it is also the best way at present."

"In any case, we are still lacking in terms of hard power."

With a slight cough, the 'excellent employee' expressed helplessness when faced with the boss's questioning, but he still defended seriously.

If possible, who wouldn't want to simply push it directly? However, he has repeatedly confirmed that the current hard power of the Nine Prisons is indeed far less than that of the Abyss, and it is impossible to ask for foreign aid.

Yes, in fact, from the beginning, Mephistopheles had no intention of fighting against Tartarus on his own. His initial suggestion was to go to the world in person and lobby the gods in the name of the Lord of Nine Hells, such as the Titans who were rumored to have escaped from the world, or the original sea gods who had to take shelter next to Poseidon because the main god was asleep. gods.

There are quite a few such gods. He even learned some things from Asmodeus. For example, it seems that his boss still has some connections in the human world. For example, the God of Skylight and the Goddess of Day are the hidden ancient gods that Mephistopheles has almost never heard of in the real world.

So if he could find some helpers, today's situation should be much better, but in the end, his idea was rejected by the Lord of Nine Hells. Because only the master of the interface can see that when the abyss and hell collide for the first time, any force that does not belong to the world that tries to intervene will only be attacked by the forces of both sides at the same time. After all, in essence, the two are one.

It doesn't matter if they are artifacts, after all, they do not have their own consciousness, but if gods from the outside enter them, their fate can be imagined.

Therefore, with hard power outmatched and outside forces unable to intervene, Mephistopheles had no choice but to use his wisdom on some sideways methods. He proposed several ideas to the Lord of the Nine Hells, some radical and some moderate, but what he didn't expect was that the one with the lowest success rate in his opinion was ultimately chosen.

"The key to success lies in whether, as you said, you can make the Mother of Demons lose most of her mind..."

Halfway through, Mephistopheles immediately fell silent.

As for the relationship between the Lord of Nine Hells and the monsters in the outside world, and how he knew how to arouse her anger when the other party was just born, Mephistopheles didn't know, and he didn't intend to know.

He is only responsible for giving opinions. Such important matters related to the rise and fall of a world must ultimately be decided by the real master of the Nine Prisons.

"..."

The voice was silent for a moment, but Mephistopheles could still feel some eyes focused on him. After a while, the air shook slightly, and the sound that seemed to come from the world itself sounded around him again.

"You're talking about me being the one who really makes the decision, and this is the most likely way to succeed."

"You have done a good job. If everything goes well, after this battle, you will truly become the lord of the second level of hell. As for the subsequent affairs in the human world, if you can still handle it well, then I will give you another reward."

The voice has calmed down, and the strange feeling in the words just now seems to be just an illusion. That's right... He shouldn't be so worried about a loss that is innocuous to the Realm Master.

If other coping methods are used, the risk will be relatively high, or the origin of the Nine Hells will be severely damaged in the end. If this trick doesn't work, let's talk about it later.

This time, when the sound ended, a certain will was completely removed from this space. Obviously, facing the terrible pressure of Tartarus, the Lord of the Nine Hells who was going all out could not be distracted.

He couldn't mobilize more power at all, and he was not even willing to temporarily descend an incarnation here to speak. Feeling the departure of the mysterious gaze, Mephisto breathed a sigh of relief, and then bowed gracefully to the void.

"It's time to begin."

He whispered, but this time it was for his own ears. Since there are no additional changes, everything should naturally proceed as planned.

The palm of his hand lit up slightly, and streams of divine power began to slowly pour into the silver mirror in his hand. In front of Mephistopheles, this artifact began to gradually revive. (Note 1)

Although he didn't know its name, the devil could still tell that it was a high-level artifact in the [space] field. But compared to the one that symbolizes [Time], its power is far inferior, and there is no possibility of being promoted to [Creation Artifact], so it was born successfully early.

Once upon a time, the goddess of law used it to watch the young Zeus, and the goddess of the moon also used it to defeat Hades. But now in Mephisto's hands, this artifact gradually started to flash. It was like a 'beacon', signaling its position outside the Nine Hells.

There was only one chance... Narrowing his eyes, Mephisto looked at the battlefield in the distance.

Cleos was still being besieged by the four demons, and the one he was fighting at close range happened to be the three eight-armed demons that the monarch had determined to kill without fail.

At Mephisto's level, he didn't know what the essential differences were between these demon gods, and why only that one was included in the must-kill list. But as he just said, on such major matters involving the survival of a world, it is better to leave it to the real masters.

"Yeah, but in this case, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape 'death' in the end - who made you choose it?"

"But it doesn't matter. In hell, thousands of years are nothing... maybe tens of thousands of years? Who knows, as you said, I am not an immortal god."

With a sincere sigh, Mephistopheles could actually understand what the other party was doing. Faced with a 'forced control', an unkillable insect, or a self-destructive madman, although the three demon gods are also very powerful, they are stronger 'on paper' after all, not 'mechanically', and the opponent is huge The body also helps Cleos use it as a barrier to avoid attacks from other demons.

But regardless, he did inadvertently make the worst possible choice.

As for why Cleos was not told all about the plan in advance... Mephistopheles said he didn't know. But since the Lord of Nine Hells did not express any objection to this, it must be that there must be a reason that he is not aware of.

And the devil has no objection to this result.

Buzz——

The silver mirror buzzed. Under the constant infusion of Mephisto's power, it served as a 'beacon', and it seemed that it had finally communicated with something.

Seeing this scene, Mephistopheles couldn't help but straighten his expression and raised the artifact in his hand high.

The authority of the second world was drawn by him and added to the silver mirror in front of him. Looking at the battlefield in the distance, the devil said solemnly:

"...I would like to pay my respects to the snake in the ring, the giant python of the world, the source of all evil in the world...I ask for your power, please come here."

So the next moment, as if in response to his voice, the mirror flashed slightly. What followed was some kind of terrifying power, which began to flow out slowly one by one.

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Beyond the Nine Hells, the boundary between the Abyss and Purgatory.

The uncertain space-time bubble exudes magnificent colors, like the most beautiful scenery in the world. However, what is revealed through its beautiful surface is the destructive power hidden underneath.

The mighty forces of the two powerful beings collided here...but at this moment, the creation and death of time and space seemed to have stopped for a moment, and what followed was Moya's exclamation that echoed through the void.

"...Ryan?!"

"It's you, how could you be here?"

The sharp sound caused the surrounding void to tremble. Looking at the two people in the distance, Moya was a little unbelievable.

She even thought that it was just some kind of illusion, or that something had affected her mind. That can't be true. Maybe the existence on the other side is trying to use this method to interfere with itself. After all, in the gap between the collision of the two worlds, no outsider can get so close... No, this is still possible. of.

Moya suddenly thought that at the end of the first era, the former Ryan had caused the two original gods who had troubled him to return without success.

Naturally, she didn't believe that Ryan did it purely by his own strength. No one could transform from a weak divine power to a great one in one day, so it might be some kind of trickery.

Just like he used a divine weapon to punish the ancient sun god who violated the rules, perhaps he also had some way to avoid the perception of the original god.

As for why he could find him now... a hidden excitement rose in Moya's heart. Tartarus is the most powerful original god in the world, and the abyss is his body. Here, his power has risen to more than one level. In other words, the Nine Hells, who share the same roots, can fight against him to a certain extent. Otherwise, any original god in the outside world, even if he has more than one level of power stronger than Asmodeus, will never be able to fight against Tartarus in the abyss.

Then in this case, it seems natural that I can see through Ryan's whereabouts with the help of his power...

The huge body stretched out, and the hideous limbs were surrounded by terrible power. Looking at the man and woman in front of him, when the initial surprise and excitement faded, jealousy and anger began to rise in Moya's heart.

One was the fuse that led to her current situation, and the other was so beautiful... For a moment, the desire for destruction in the heart of the Demon Mother could hardly be suppressed and was about to burst out.

But at the moment when it was about to be vented, the reason protected by the immortal essence finally made Moya sober a little. She once again isolated the influence of the abyss and made a more normal judgment.

She still needed to confirm it again. Simple guesses might not be right... So in an instant, Moya's consciousness began to rise. Faced with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the former Titan spirit took the initiative to embrace Tartarus for the first time and connected to the vast and boundless great existence.

The chaotic and disordered thinking instantly impacted the depths of her heart. The rationality of the orderly life made her extremely painful, but with the help of the power of the abyss, Moya looked at the two people in front of her again.

This time, the scene in front of her really changed. How did they hide their true identity... However, as soon as the thought flashed through her mind, Moya suddenly discovered in pain that things seemed to be different from what she thought.

It was not someone else who came in disguise, but that woman had a problem. Her beautiful appearance was actually fake. Under a certain authority, there was another ugly body lurking.

As for the one next to her... yes, that was Ryan!

The familiar power and the appearance that she still remembers, all of which proved the identity of the person who came. His judgment was not wrong, so in an instant, when he realized the situation in front of him, Moya couldn't help laughing.

"Hehehehe... Hahahahahahahahahahahaha...!"

A god who can weave "beauty", she even used her authority to successfully deceive the cunning prophet... and this enemy that she had been thinking about day and night, is there anything better than this?

"No more!"

The string of reason was about to break, and at the last moment of disconnecting from the will of the abyss, Moya's power surged out and firmly locked the ancient snake in the distance.

The enemy must be caught, and this great enemy cannot be let go. As long as he is still there, He can't go anywhere!

After completing the final arrangement, Moya finally gave up fighting against his instinct. Boundless joy surged in her heart, and the huge tentacles covered the sky and sun and entangled towards the hidden time and space. She could even see the horrified look on Ryan's face when he realized that he was discovered.

"Hahahahaha... Yes, that's the expression..."

"Come on, since you are on my territory, let me treat you well!"

The huge roar spread in all directions, rippling in the abyss, and even attracted an unexpected spectator, but Moya didn't care about it at all.

At this moment, looking at the two people who were "held" in her "hands", the Demon Mother was extremely happy.

...

Opposite the Demon Mother, across a layer of life and death, the Atrium Snake watched quietly.

Looking at the "self" who was caught in the distance, He was not only not anxious at all, but even had time to comment.

"The effect is surprisingly good. Although Moya's rationality is more persistent than expected, it only stops there." "She still believes too much in the power of the abyss. But it is understandable. After all, this is her first time to come into contact with the power of this field, and it is normal to have such a judgment." "But..." The same breath, the same fate, the same power, and the same appearance, then this is a god, at least in the simple concept of Chaos gods. So watching this scene, Ryan couldn't help but sigh. "My sacrifice is really too great." The right to portrait has been violated. This is simply a huge sacrifice, and he is definitely not making specious arguments. After all, it's like the stand-in of a movie star in later generations. It doesn't matter who the stand-in is. What's important is the face of the star, which is the key. Now someone is being beaten on his face. Isn't that a major sacrifice? Thinking of this, the snake of the courtyard seemed a little bit unbearable to look directly at it, and couldn't help but slightly shift his head. "Don't waste time, hurry up, do you know how disgusting that thing is?" Suddenly, a somewhat urgent voice sounded beside his ear. The owner of the voice seemed to realize what decision he had made, which was much more "terrible" than he had imagined before. However, after hearing his words, the coiled giant snake just shook its head, as if to express its refusal.

"Don't worry, there is only one chance, it is better to take it slow than to rush."

"Besides, I've made such a big sacrifice, so just hold on a little longer. After all, there's nothing you can do about it. In this world, the only one who can hide it from Tartarus is his. The power itself."

"..."

"I didn't understand before why you called this special incarnation a manifestation of 'evil', but now I can see it a little bit better."

After a moment of silence, the voice sounded again, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, aside from some meaningless content, the Snake in the Atrium is right. Although Moya's attention has been attracted now, as long as the power of locking time and space here finds any abnormal situation, she will turn the gun head immediately.

After all, when her instinct affected her rationality, the influence of the abyss on her also expanded. Compared to Ryan, the war against the Nine Hells is more urgent.

"So how much longer do you need?"

The voice came again, and this time, the giant snake gave a positive answer.

"Don't worry, it won't take long...and this time, I will finish it off in one battle."

A ray of light flashed in the snake head's eyes, and then he said pointedly:

"This kind of experience of being knocked on the door and having to take action personally, once is enough."

"From now on, the battle between the Abyss and the Nine Hells will be decided in another way."