818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

The reason why Sun God was so stunned that it was difficult to maintain a calm expression was precisely because the identity of the comer was too noble.

Prosser did not show a strange expression, he seemed to have expected it.

"Goddess of the Night."

Apollo whispered the identity of the other party, turned his head to look at Prosser, and then looked at one of the original gods who were in a state of embarrassment. He understood what happened to his premonition that trouble was coming.

Nix: "Prosser, we need your help!"

The expression of the Evernight Goddess who rushed over was rare panic.

Prosser noticed that her normally well-groomed black hair, which exudes the deep luster of night, seems to have lost her favor today. To be precise, it is as messy as if it has been abused. Then look at the gorgeous black robe embroidered with irises... If you read it right, there was a lot of blood.

He rubbed his forehead and said with a headache, "As you can see, I'm almost a useless person now."

My divine power is gone, so let me go.

Nix's eyes turned red when he heard that his divine power was gone, and he was stunned as if struck by lightning. His appearance was so miserable that Apollo couldn't help but said, "Your Highness Nix, what's the matter with you?" ?”

In this world, who can make the original god cry for help?

Brainstorming, the clever sun god thought of possible characters, and then screened them one by one, and finally confirmed that they must also be a member of the original god.

Then came the problem. There was a problem with the original gods who constructed the entire Chaos world. Whether it was big or small, the gods of the world could not remain indifferent, so there was a touch of worry on Apollo's brows.

Nix opened his crying eyes, bit his lower lip tightly, and said with difficulty: "The shell of the world is about to be destroyed."

"what!"

Prosser stood up all of a sudden, and then his vision swayed, bursts of darkness filled his eyes, he subconsciously supported the things at hand, and after a while he woke up, seeing Apollo holding his arm worriedly.

Apollo: "Are you okay?"

Prosser shook his head and said to Apollo, "Don't worry."

Apollo looked at his phantom left ear, frowned and said, "Your situation is not something that can be reassured."

Prosser was about to explain something, but Nix suddenly screamed, "You...you are going to advance!"

The Evernight Goddess sensed the regular aura behind that blurred transparent shadow, which was unusually large and brought her hope.

This voice is not too loud for the weak Prosser, the disappearance of divine power means the weakening of the five senses.If it was changed to the previous self, it would be noisy, but now Apollo turned his head to avoid the sound wave attack, but he still ignored it.

"Quiet." For the sake of his friend's hearing, Prosser had to say: "Tell me what happened."

Nix was still watching Prosser's pinnae return to normal, and absent-mindedly talked about Gaia's messy things.

Actually, Proser, who could see that Gaia was about to fall, didn't need to be specifically informed by the Evernight Goddess.

He asked this sentence superfluously, but it was just to give Apollo a chance to understand.

"So what do you want me to do?" Prosser said wearily, "What do you think I can do?"

Nix pursed his lips, his deep purple eyes were full of melancholy, which looked very moving.

"I don't know, but I think you can do something."

"It's a pity that I didn't. The only way is to kill her," Prosser shattered Nix's expectations, and walked over, "but I will pass."

Nix's lips moved: "...Why?"

"Because I know very well how serious it is to break the shell of the world. You don't want the world to be destroyed, do you?"

This sentence is more serious than Nix's expression.

It's not that Apollo on the side didn't want to go to help, but Prosser's occasional glances stopped him.

Seeing their backs gradually disappearing from view, he looked at the piece of watermelon that Prosser had not moved and sighed.

"I hope this time things can be resolved smoothly."

Despite such expectations, Apollo could not see the future.

Everything about what happens next is a mess of balls of string, and he, the god of prophecy, can't say a thing.

"You must be able to come back safely, otherwise your agreement will not be a matter of victory or defeat."

Apollo can only pray with what Prose cares about.

Walking down the underworld and wanting to approach the two gods outside the sky through the abyss, they walked this way without saying a word.

Prosser pretended not to see the eyes of Nix who kept glancing at him, thinking about countermeasures silently.

Nix: "How did you touch the threshold of advancement?"

This is what all the gods who are stuck outside the door of domination want to know most.

Because breaking the existing restrictions from the status of supreme god or primitive god, the gods who become the masters of the rules will generally quickly disappear in the world that the gods can reach, and jump to a higher level of "world".

Since the master is an unknown concept, the gods use the world to refer to the existence of "them".

But in fact, no god can know what the concept called the master is like. It is only passed down as a "mysterious XX" in the mouths of the gods who have the opportunity to peep into the world behind the door.

So when the Knicks rarely seize such an opportunity, of course she will not let it go.

But Nix didn't know that Prosser wasn't advanced at all.

He walked forward without looking sideways, pretending he didn't hear Nix's question.

Nix: "...too stingy."

Although she also knew that this was a secret at all, Prosser would never be kind enough to tell her.

Glancing at her dissatisfied expression, Prosser thought calmly: It seems that the situation of being swallowed by the rules has caused Nix to misunderstand.

Because his left hand has become a rule, thanks to this, the whole body feels like a god who has never set foot on the level of domination, and it is impossible to exude a breath of divine power.

But he knew very well that these were two completely different things.

I was swallowed by the rules as a sacrifice... Wait, this feeling is very similar to being a master...

Thinking of this, Prosser stopped, covered his lips and thought.

Nix took a few steps and felt that something was wrong, but when he turned around, he found that Prosser was motionless, as if intoxicated by something.

"Hello? Prosser?"

She raised her volume slightly, trying to get Proser, who was in a daze, to notice her.

Facts have proved that her actions are indeed effective, and the unfocused eyes fell on the face of the goddess of the night, making her irritable for no reason.

Because of Gaia's madness on the outside, they didn't know whether the use of space transfer would send them under her attack, so they jointly chose to take the path of the abyss.

Since Tartarus, the lord of the abyss, can sense the relationship of outsiders, he should be able to move them to a relatively safe location when he senses their existence, but...

——Prosser is out of shape!

The invited helper is stuck in his own inner world.

This made the Knicks speechless.

In the end how to do?

Before the goddess of the night who represented tranquility ran away, Prosser finally came back to his senses, with a slightly weird smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Nix was startled, and was restrained by the arc full of anger. She licked her lips and said meekly, "Can I go?"

"Ah."

Prosser nodded slightly, his face was long-lost... a confident look that fascinated the gods.

He changed from his previous tired and sluggish attitude, so to speak, he fell into the abyss with the fastest speed and high spirits.

Then the moment their feet touched the abyss, they disappeared in place and appeared in the chaos of the outer world.

Prosser stabilized his body and looked around.

Although the outer space is chaos, and the scenery everywhere is the same, without flow or change, and it just exists forever, but he still feels his divine power remaining here.

"It turned out to be here."

The place where he played around with the primitive gods.

Prosser wanted to laugh, but he still remembered that there was a primitive god beside him. He looked up, and Nix had already rushed over eagerly, hugging the dark god who was lying on the side with a big hole in his stomach.

When he was recalling the name of the dark god, a strong wind that destructed the divine power hit. Prosser squinted his eyes and collected his mind, looking for the fluctuation of this divine power.

Before he had gone far, he found Tartarus and Gaia in battle.

They were fighting in a bright red barrier, the divine power of this color... Prosser thought, it seems that it is the protection that Tartarus maintained to prevent Gaia from continuing to destroy the world's shell.

But the pure divine power of the abyss could no longer stop the god of the earth from falling into madness. The vitality and destruction in her body miraculously formed a trace of chaos, restraining the power of the abyss below the level of chaos to death.

The gust of wind that Prosser felt was the aftermath of the battle that the barrier couldn't stop the huge divine power that was accidentally leaked out.

After the No.3 god set foot here, Gaia seemed to be aroused madly, and the explosive tumbling divine power shocked Tartarus back at once, and the dark and distorted concept easily destroyed the knot that had hindered her for a long time. boundary.

"cough."

Tartarus didn't dare to look away from Gaia, but he put his hand over his mouth, wiping the coughed blood away.

The current Gaia...is too strong!