818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Because you are fallen, you are strong, and because you are strong, you are fallen.

In these two cases, Gaia is obviously the former.

Only when the barrier dissipated, did Prosser have the opportunity to personally experience how powerful the divine power surrounding the fallen God of the Earth was.

That can't be described with words like a high mountain, unable to straighten your waist.

If you really want to give a description, it's like lifting the boundless earth and then pressing it hard on your shoulders.

Where is the whole body trembling, where is the waist and limbs softening, where is the self-esteem being crushed, but the sluggishness where the mind does not exist, the senses have lost their due functions, and the mind is completely scrapped under such coercion.

Prosser was mentally prepared, but he was not caught off guard by the pressure.

He sneered and said, "Is this the place of burial you're looking for?"

Gaia's blood-red eyes turned, and she, who had lost even the last trace of divinity and only had crazy instincts, aimed at Proser, who had the weakest breath.

The enormous divine power was unleashed on the spot, shaking the already unchanging boundary, and the silent dark color was pushed out of the waves like flowing water.

And Proser, who was targeted by such a terrifying attack, blinked, and survived Gaia's power intact.

Let me explain in advance that he is really a waste now, with only so little power left. If you want to fight the crazy God of the Earth, it is more useful to find anyone than him.

But why wasn't he injured by such an earth-shattering blow?

Please look at the red figure that appeared out of nowhere in front of you.

Prosser looked at the god of the abyss standing in his field of vision, and said a few words in a low voice.

Tartarus didn't move, and he didn't know if he heard it.

When Gaia was forced back by the god of the abyss, her female figure had been destroyed by the unbearable twisted divine power, and now she looked more and more like a monster.

Looking at such a mother of the earth, Tartarus' eyes were cold and stern, and if he looked closely, he would find that his eyes were faintly crimson, and at the same time, the divine power around him was also enhanced.

As the strongest of the five primitive gods, the strength of the God of the Abyss has never been understood by anyone.

"Hold her down."

These were the first words Prosser said to him.

Tartarus' powerful divine power formed an overwhelming red tsunami, and the raging and violent divine power was about to destroy everything in front of him.

Even though this force is extremely powerful, in the boundless chaos, it is like a drop of red paint dripping into the black ocean.

But just such a drop is entangled with Gaia's power, blocking all her actions more strictly than the barrier.

Tartarus clasped his hands empty, with a stern expression manipulating the terrifying divine power that resembled the awakening of a giant beast from the abyss.

"Break her arm."

This was the second sentence Prosser said to him.

As soon as his eyes turned cold, the red sea like water instantly transformed into a solid mass.

The surface texture of the rock is closer to the water than the water, but it flows like water, attacking every corner of Gaia.

Fighting the danger of being hit by Gaia's frenzied attack, Tartarus should let this force be everywhere, and cut off Gaia's hands at once.

The pain of the injury made the God of the Earth cry, but his widened eye sockets were dry without a drop of tears.

Although she lost her divinity, her survival instinct allowed her to subconsciously restore her physical disability, but Prosser would not give her a chance.

Prosser shouted without hesitation: "Tartaros!"

In this battle, even though Proser and Tartarus didn't know each other well, they cooperated in an incomparably tacit understanding by virtue of their appreciation for each other.

The God of the Abyss violently raised the red sea that could cover the space with both hands, making it look like the flower of hell blooming in the chaos, covering Gaia's escape route completely.

If you observe from a high place, you will find that this divine power, which looks like water, is actually crimson energy like smoke and mist, which contains all the understanding of the rules of the God of the Abyss for tens of thousands of years.

Tangible and intangible, everything becomes a harbinger of destruction under intention.

Just as Prosser also revealed his left hand that was turned into rules.

When this hand appeared, Gaia, who had been acting like she was only instinctive, showed fear. Compared with the divine power of the god of the abyss that trapped her, it was the seemingly harmless Proser that made her more afraid.

Prosser: "Die under the rules, fallen god."

When the flowers bloomed, a phantom-like god passed through the absolute confinement formed by the divine power of the god of the abyss.

When the voice sounded, Tartarus watched Proser with black lines all over his body.

That is not a text that can be interpreted by the gods, but it can clearly convey its own meaning.

So Tartarus knew, that was the rule, the ultimate mystery that the immortal gods pursued with eternal time.

Prosser turned into a rule.

For a moment, the calm God of the Abyss was filled with horror.

The dazzling white light engulfed everything, and the bright red divine power was shattered.

When the battle was over, Tartarus inevitably searched for survivors.

If it was already a rule, he couldn't possibly die.

While thinking this way in his heart, he couldn't stop looking for it.

Everything in Tartarus' vision is very clear, because there is no occlusion above the chaos, and when the barrier caused by the conflict of divine power disappears, what remains in place will be easy to find.

But when the divine power of the abyss squirmed and returned to the feet of Tartarus, Gaia, which should have existed, disappeared, and Proser, which should have existed, also disappeared.

"What exactly is going on?"

The God of the Abyss, who had always been calm, couldn't help but muttered to himself, and then walked over to see if there were any clues that could explain the situation.

And when he stood in the space where Gaia disappeared, he found that the shell of this world was extremely fragile, as if it would be broken by the chaotic forces outside the world with just a light touch, and then swallow this world.

[Be careful. 】

The sudden voice seemed to come from another world, but it made Tartarus loosen his frowning brows, and he called out tentatively, "Proser?"

【it's me. 】

Tartarus looked around, but couldn't find him, so he couldn't help but ask, "Where are you?"

[Under your feet. 】

The God of the Abyss lowered his head to observe carefully, but only found a round ball of light. He picked it up and put it in his palm.

[You found me. 】

Tartarus: "..."

Really...

[I am now doing my best to maintain the rules of the outer world. Once I stop insisting, the space storm after chaos will quickly invade in with the fragments of the once destroyed world. At that time, this world will be hopeless. 】If the world is likened to an egg, then the rules are the shell of the world. When a chick is born, it will break the shell to survive, but the world cannot bear the consequences of a broken shell.

Because the terrible energy behind the outer layers of the world destroys everything.

It was a garbage dump where time and space were messed up, and countless ending fates were discarded like garbage.

These things that should not exist gathered together, became the end of the world, and became a forbidden place that the gods could not avoid.

Tartarus was well aware of the seriousness of this matter, and said, "Why is the shell damaged? And how can you have the ability to repair the rules?"

[Gaia did something I couldn't understand when I eliminated her...]

Tartarus heard his ignorance, and also understood the helplessness of the other party. After all, it is possible for a fallen god to do anything.

[I turned into a rule before things became irreversible, and blocked this destroyed shell with my body. 】Tartaros: "...you..."

[This may be the last time I speak, because soon I will become a new rule-fixing world] Tartarus said hurriedly: "Wait, don't you have anything to say?"

【say what? 】

Tartarus couldn't believe it. Hearing Proser's ethereal and alien voice, he seemed to have lost the corresponding emotion in the process of being assimilated by the rules.

"Why are you doing this?"

This world has nothing to do with you.

Among the five primitive gods, the god of the abyss still had the murderous intent after the battle, but his expression was confused.

【…】

[Can't understand. 】

Tartarus: "What?"

[I can't understand why the previous me did this, but it seems to be for his world to be safe and sound. 】Tartaros: "..."

【This is the end. 】

Tartarus: "Wait! Don't you want to convey something?"

【goodbye. 】

He unconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the flying light cluster, which gradually decomposed into fine particles as it rose, and the light spots beautifully sprinkled on the lonely chaos.

Tartarus noticed that this fragile shell was gradually becoming as solid as other parts after Proser disappeared, and now it can easily resist the terrifying energy from the outside world.

"That's it...is it over..."

He talked to himself in the space where no one was there, and the god of the abyss looked so silent as if he had turned into a part of chaos.

At this moment, the Evernight Goddess called from behind him. He turned his head and saw Erebus approaching with Nix's support.

Finally, he glanced at the space wall there, said goodbye, and Tartarus greeted the remaining two younger siblings and left the chaotic battlefield with them.

Not long after he left, the chaotic space was silent without a single sound, but some parts that were supposed to be the same changed.

Proser, whose whole body was swallowed up by rules and turned into rules, opened his eyes in another world that shouldn't be touched by gods.

Seeing his body glowing with white light, and the transparent skin covered with flowing black lines, this look neither human nor godlike, made him calmly say: "Success."

The execution of this plan is as follows: become the rule before being swallowed by the rule.

The author has something to say: Some readers have said before, where did the depravity come from in Greek mythology, and it’s not Hebrew. Here I want to explain, mainly because there are too many words, so I won’t say it under the comment.

The depravity I designed is the same as the prehistoric demons and the Hebrew original sin. They are all sins that God cannot escape. The above two are almost the same.