818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

The believers of the light not only have neat attire, but also wear the incarnation of God-the cross around their necks.

The silver necklace is held in the palm of their hand when they pray or sing, and the faith is condensed through this small cross.

When the faith reached its peak, the emotions of the choir members rose rapidly along with the singing, and white wings could be seen looming behind them.

Believers other than singing saw this scene, they clenched their fists and pressed them to their lips, instead of being surprised by this miracle, they sang the name of God more sincerely.

More and more people prayed, making the bright godhead in Proser's soul more and more clear like crystal, and finally it seemed to reach a certain peak, and suddenly exploded in the minds of the believers present.

They opened their eyes together, and gold appeared in the depths of their pupils.

Prosser approached Hypnos and whispered in his ear: "Look, the next thing is the important point."

When Hypnos heard what he said, he raised his eyebrows, not letting go of any details of the scene, and then he discovered that the women in the choir actually had a magical resonance, and the golden light connected thin lines on each of them.

And this miracle is not limited to the choir, individual believers around them also emit golden light like fire like them, and those scattered streamers connect them closely together.

Choir: "Our brothers and sisters, we are inseparable. I love the world, and the world will love me deeply. The word of God is the command of man. The love of God is the heart of man. God is pleasing to man because We spread the love of God to the world."

Their voices became more and more orderly, almost as if one person was speaking.

Poems that do not distinguish between men, women, and children have become laws for the use of some kind of divine power.

The power of the God of Spring circulates in their bodies, and under the catalysis of faith, it triggers miraculous effects.

The rain of flowers that fell out of thin air sprinkled all over their bodies, and the miracles that have been performed since the singing of the hymn have been so numerous that the native Greek gods can't hide their curiosity.

Hypnos asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

Prosser folded his arms and leaned against the stone pillar, "The people in the choir have the most pious beliefs, and those who can resonate with them are also fanatics. I divide the divine power into their bodies and let them show the divine power on my behalf." trace."

Hypnos: "That's not all, is it?"

Prosser looked at those whose souls became more and more pure in the singing, and the golden light was deeply rooted in their hearts.

"That's right, whether they are praying or singing, they are essentially giving their loyalty to me and surrendering their souls, so I want to give them a worthy ending and share my authority."

Hypnos shook his head, "You don't have to do that."

The grace of the gods is like the sea, and the power of the gods is like hell, and they are the gods.

He looked at Prosser's beautiful face, looked away, Chunshen did nothing, these people already respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Belief in you is their salvation, and belief in gods is the value of mortals."

"So I'm supposed to do nothing?" Prosser looked sideways at him, and he seemed to be smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Hypnos frowned deeply: "Isn't it?"

Prosser: "Of course not."

Hypnos turned his head in disapproval, "As you please!"

Prosser: "..."

What should I do if I find out that my friends are not cooperating when I am preparing for a long speech?

Chunshen stared at Sleeping God's handsome side face speechlessly, what's with the atmosphere that seems to say "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen"?

Prosser sighed, his tone as soft and reassuring as possible.

"Hypnos, it's easy for mortals to believe in gods, but we only need to do a few things for him, and they will willingly give everything."

Hypnos' back stiffened, turned his head, and pointed at Prosser, "I understand, but what you did was superfluous. They don't need you to make plans for them even after they die, God..."

"The gods only care about life."

Prosser took up Hypnos' words before he finished speaking, and said: "But I don't think so. The dead also have faith. It should be said that it is the beauty of faith that allows them to surpass the fear of death."

According to what you said, are those heroic spirits in my past mainland fake?

Prosser looked up at the sky, missing so many beliefs in the Kingdom of God, he was about to cry.

As the god of the underworld, Hypnos looked deeply at the unreasonable Proser, "You are provoking the world of death."

Faced with such a serious warning, Prosser was gentle as if he looked at an ignorant child, "Wake up, Hypnos, courage, miracles, hope, the future, not just faith, there are too many things in the human world that they can surpass. Death, and what I have to do is not to waste this firm will."

So don't hold me back, let me take these kids to heaven!

Hypnos immediately said: "His Majesty Pluto will not agree."

Prosser followed closely, "You don't know what I'm going to do, why do you think Hades won't agree?"

If he doesn't agree, he has to agree, Prosser thought, otherwise the Lord of the Year will never be found.

Hypnos didn't know what he was thinking. He seemed to realize that Prosser was so obsessive. He opened his mouth and said dryly: "You want people who believe in you to establish a kingdom after death...Give up, this violates breaking the rules of the underworld!"

Prosser continued to insist calmly, "I have this ability."

Hypnos didn't know what was going on in his heart, anyway, after hearing what Prosser said, he seemed to be both dumbfounded and angry, he struggled for a long time, and shouted in disbelief: "Where did you come from?" self-confidence!"

Prosser raised his eyes, Hypnos suddenly stopped shouting, he lowered his head, and saw that his hand was held by Chunshen.

White fingers covered his five fingers, and after such a close comparison, Sleeping God discovered that Proser's hand was fairer than his, and the skin was almost transparent.

Unlike Sleeping God's paleness, Proser's skin has always been as smooth and pink as jelly.

Grabbing Hypnos' palm as if nothing had happened, and using such a small movement to calm the other party's emotions, the affinity of the God of Light was activated silently, and his smile shimmered.

Prosser said to him gently: "Don't worry about me, Hypnos."

Looking at such a god of spring, Hypnos lost his mind for a while, as if he was really worried about the other party and objected impatiently, but he immediately realized that this was the influence of the priesthood, and he said displeasedly : "Prosser! Don't use such means to deal with me!"

Haruka blinked innocently, covered with a layer of ambiguous blue eyes, which clearly reflected Hypnos' golden hair and golden pupils, like a mirror, showing the best side of the other party.

Prosser: "Hypnos, you need to calm down, and you need to trust me."

Holding the palm of the god of sleep on his heart, the close height of the two allowed Hypnos to look into each other's eyes, and then he froze stiffly under Prosser's gaze.

Hypnos is now full of "cunning fellows"!

Seeing that Hypnos no longer refuted, Prosser continued to speak in order to shake him even more.

"It's not that I've lost the majesty of God, and I don't use the underworld to benefit believers as you think. Even if I do whatever I can, I will leave a bottom line, Hypnos, please believe me, no matter what, I will not Gain faith at the cost of breaking the rules."

"...What else can I do now that you've said it to this extent?" Hypnos compromised helplessly. He stretched out his hand and lifted a strand of hair that fell by Proser's ear at some point, and he gently Said: "The hair is messed up, let me comb it for you."

Prosser nodded with a chuckle, with a happy upward line in the corner of his eyes, "Is this an apology?"

Hypnos glanced at the exposed skin of Proser's collar unintentionally, raised his eyebrows and said, "Did I do something wrong?"

Prosser raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Isn't it your fault that you didn't devote all your attention to understanding my masterpiece? It's rare that I invited you here once, but you turned out to be absent-minded all the time."

Hypnos was taken aback for a moment, thinking, he actually noticed?

Prosser folded his arms, "No matter what you think of because of my behavior, we are all friends, as long as you say it, I will be happy to answer your doubts."

Friends... Bitterness flashed in Hypnos' eyes, his long and curly golden eyelashes trembled, and the colors in his eyes were as moving as if they were sprinkled with shards of light. He said nonchalantly, "Then tell me what happened?" become the Lord God."

Prosser flatly refused, "I won't say anything before the time comes!"

Hypnos: "..."

Thanadus: "Awwhhhhh!!! You two are actually here!"

The sudden voice of Thanadus made the two of them look in the direction where the figure appeared.

Prosser was puzzled: "Danadus, where did you go?"

Hypnos: "Put down the child in your arms, and explain clearly!"

Thanadus managed to find someone, but was forced to stiffen by the oncoming questioning, scratched his cheek, and talked about his words trying to change the subject, but he immediately noticed that his brother was holding Prosser's hand Together.

"Ah! Hypnos, what are your hands doing!"

"hiss!"

Hypnos wrenched his hand away as if he had been scalded, and Thanadus stared at him in a daze.

Thanadus: "..."

Hypnos: "..."

Prosser stared at Hypnos in the thrown-off posture.

Prosser: "..."

Hypnos: "..."

Hypnos moved his head away, coughed twice, and found that Thanadus was also staring at him deeply.

Hypnos: "..."

He rarely wavered under the gaze of the god of death, and felt that he was really too sensitive just now.

Hypnos whispered as if explaining to Thanadus: "Accidentally."

Thanadus: "..." Careless?Accidentally held hands?Thinking of this, God of Death couldn't even look at his brother well.

You little bitch who dares to snatch a man from His Majesty!

Hypnos: "..." Even though he knew he was in the wrong, why did he want to beat him up so much?

Prosser looked at the silent twin gods who kept making eye contact, and moved his palms.

Although he deliberately didn't let go just now, he didn't expect Hypnos' reaction to be so severe.

Thinking of this, his fingers moved slightly, and his gaze at Sleeping God became deeper.