818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Knowing that Hades was going to bring back the twin gods, Prosser did nothing. He calmly faced his gradually disappearing body, and actively used divinity to guide his left hand, which was only left in outline.

The dense rules are surrounded by a layer of transparent hand-shaped fluorescent light. When such a strange scene appears, Prosser is not surprised.

Because he lied.

He lied to many people.

Lowering his eyes, he smiled tiredly, but Prosser thought it was worth it.

His left hand has obvious signs, which is the price of being swallowed by the rules, and then this situation will spread to the whole body, and he will become a living rule and become a higher existence.

Sounds good right?

But it’s easier to understand what the so-called higher existence is all about by changing it to another term.

That is to say: "Proser" will disappear.

Be it the supreme god, the god king, or Hades' lover...

All become a set of rules that make up everything and nothing.

do you understand?This is what happens when sacrifices are made to the rules.

"Let Gaia find a place to wait to die, isn't it the same for me?"

Prosser shook his head with a wry smile, stood up, and his steps were stronger than others imagined.

"Well, it's a pity to be an old lady in Elysee."

He hasn't had a good look at the world yet.

He shuffled across the soft grass like a carpet, and the flowers that bloomed for him swayed and greeted him with the most beautiful gestures.

Even though Proser's Spring Godhead is more like borrowing, he can also detect the subtle emotions of the little ones through these connections. By the way, he avoids the flower spirits in the Pure Land.

Lovingly stroking the hyacinth's bell flower, he thought of the two of them who were here that day.

They are very happy.

No one can say this sentence more firmly than Prosser.

But sadly, most of the time they were talking about business.

"I've never seen a love affair that can be discussed like this."

Prosser thought of Thanadus' speechless exclamation once, but in fact he felt the same way himself.

"This is two workaholics falling in love. What they are talking about is not love, but loneliness."

Humph, I won't say that I'm lonely!

Well, don't ruin your image at this time, although he is always so informal.

Walking to the edge of the pure land with a smile on his face, Prosser suddenly felt that his enemies in the past spoke very well of him.

The weather is uncertain, unpredictable, and the city is extremely deep... In their eyes, no matter how harmless and friendly their actions are, they should be interpreted as having ulterior motives.

"Just thinking about it makes me feel lonely!"

Prosser forgot what he said before in the blink of an eye, accusing the guy who didn't understand him.

But who made him think too much!

If the things that ordinary humans think about in a day are compared to teacups, then the gods are bowls, and Proser is more advanced, he is a lake.

A calm lake with no waves but bottomless inside.

Before stepping out of this last nostalgia, Proser, who never hesitated to walk, stopped and took back the steps he had taken. There was a clearly visible struggle on his face, and there seemed to be two voices in his heart.

"I don't want to go."

"leave."

"You know it yourself."

"Yes, I know."

"It's not good for anyone to stay here."

"You'll disappear, bang in his face."

……

"Don't hurt the one who loves you!"

Finally, the two voices unified into one sentence, and Proser's eyes showed bitterness.

"How can I be willing to..."

Because I was reluctant to leave.

Prosser tightly closed his eyes.

He deceived Angus, making him think that as the trump card, he only sacrificed the Holy Sword of White Light, but in fact he just delayed the time to convert it into rules.

Now it seems... there are not many remaining worlds left.

Prosser looked at his left hand, then held it firmly, and realized.

The disappearance of the hands is just the beginning, and it will only get worse.

In the eyes of a third party, one of Proser's clenched hands is white and slender like a delicate handicraft, while the other has a transparent appearance but is covered with black lines inside.

Such hands make the same movement, and the feeling is distinct.

"Is that how you got defeated?"

Prosser asked himself unwillingly.

"No, I don't want to!"

The answer is also of course.

For him, there has never been a dilemma that he cannot overcome.

Even if he can't think about it for a while, when he calms down, there is nothing he can't break through.

"It's just a rule..."

Although it was difficult for Prosser to elicit a smile, he still showed the same confident expression as before.

The rule that the gods have been pursuing all their lives but can't get it is nothing more than that... the Supreme God of Light has such an ability.

Stretching his arms, Prosser turned and walked away.

"I'm done expressing my feelings, and I can't continue to be so petty."

And things are not without solutions.

The remaining ashes of hope in Proser's eyes seemed to be re-ignited by sporadic fires, burning out all the obsessions a god can have.

"If you don't have a divine body...just find another one!"

Letting out such wild words, Prosser walked and laughed more proudly than roses, purer than lilies, and more passionate than narcissus.

Proser, who was walking back in such a hurry, happened to meet Hades who came back from the ground. Such a coincidence, it seemed that fate had never given up on him.

The sudden meeting made his heart stagnate, his face was covered by a stunning appearance, and he showed a smile that could compare the surrounding scenery to a blurred background.

That tiny arc seems to want to tell all the beauty in the world, and it seems to take away the brilliance of the galaxy.

At this moment, he hid the eternity and the moment in his body.

The nerves of the crisis are touched by such a strange and relative sense of beauty, making the viewers wonder, can such a person be left behind?

The prophecy is only pale at this time.

Hades expressed obvious concern, but he immediately restrained such leaking emotions.

"Why did you run out?"

He opened his mouth like a question, but those familiar with him understood that he was actually worried about Prosser's body.

The Supreme God of Light smiled slightly, "Hades, don't underestimate me."

Hades was acutely aware that Prosser's feelings had changed.

He looked at his lover again, and this time he carefully judged the difference between Prosser before and after.

The former is like a soft warm sun, although it is bright, it is gentle and warm, but the latter has turned into a blazing scorching sun, the high temperature and destruction are incorporated into that slender body, and at the same time he dominates the world with the posture of the supreme one, Detachment.

His pride is no longer like a mask that can be thrown away at any time, giving people a jump that he will rush to talk about some unhealthy topics in the next second, but the nobility exuded from the soul, blood, and God. And... I am the only one.

Although Prosser was smiling, that soft sense of beauty turned into a level of alienation, and the amiability in the past became embellishment.

"Hades, what's wrong? His expression is stiff."

He reached out to touch Hades' face, but was caught.

Hades stared at Prosser, as if wanting to know where this change came from.

Prosser smiled and let him hold his right hand without saying a word.

In the eyes of Hypnos and Thanadus, this is the first confrontation between the two great gods since their relationship.

The icy wind swept across a large area of ​​the underworld, and it also made the twins feel chilled.

At this time, the two great gods moved, and Hades took Prosser's hand and turned away.

"His Majesty!"

Thanadus subconsciously wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Hypnos. He turned his head and saw his thoughtful elder brother shaking his head.

The god of death, who had always chosen to obey in such matters, fell silent, watching their figures disappear from sight.

Hades dragged Prosser all the way through Hades Hall, and came to a rare gate. He paused and looked apologetically at his wrist, which was scratched with red marks.

"Feel sorry."

"I do not mind."

Prosser shook his head, neither rubbing the skin with the other hand to stimulate blood, nor pursuing Hades' reckless behavior.

"Tell me, what did you bring me to this kind of place?"

What he will do is very practical, which is to ask why.

In the depths of Hades Hall, except for the torches on the walls, which are always bright, the rest of the place is pitch black.

The shadows in those corners were as gloomy as if something would pop out at any time.

Prosser glanced at the unremarkable door and turned to look at Hades, hoping for an explanation.

Hades' response to this was to open the quaint door, the sound of the black stone rubbing against the ground was jarring, but would make any goddess scream when the contents within were revealed.

He said, "I wanted to bring you here when you recovered."

Although Prosser was not as easily moved as a goddess when he saw what was inside, his pupils shrank.

There are no stone pillars, no sacred seats, nothing in the hall, but it is so deep that you can't see the end, and as far as you can see, there are mineral deposits deep in the earth.

The rough stones of countless jewels are embedded on the ordinary stone wall, and those shiny little things shine with a lovely luster in the light that leaks in from outside the door.

A sapphire the size of a palm can be dotted on the neck by the gods, and earrings made of emeralds the size of a thumb can even set off a war between humans.

But such things are everywhere in this hall, and even because they are rough stones, they add a sense of wildness and preciousness.

Through the long and dense golden eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, Prosser's gaze met Hades's pair of dark eyes that are more precious than all gems.

And what moved him the most was the emotion in these eyes, as if he was expecting him to be bewitched by these bright little guys.

Hades... the eyes of Proser, who wants to harden his heart, are bitter. Your eyes are the priceless treasure. They can change my decision and make me fall in love with you involuntarily.