818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Hypnos: "..."

What am I here for, I don't even know what I am here for!

Being asked by Prosser, his heart was in a cold sweat, and he said in a low voice, "Is it okay for the god of agriculture to come to see you?"

Prosser glanced at him, "What's the problem?"

Hypnos was embarrassed: "...For example, for example..." Pointing to the sky, implying, "Who?"

Prosser looked up at the sky, and said indifferently: "He must have no time to talk."

Well, no one has the time.

He laughed silently, his long eyelashes curled up, his blue eyes were clouded for a moment, as if a shadow had fallen on his face, and even the corners of his mouth became strangely curved.

Hypnos had an intuition that he shouldn't ask any more questions, and he said, "Since I have nothing to do, I'll go back first."

"Well, you go back."

Prosser let Sleep go away without holding on to him.

Hypnos, who was dressed in a clean and fresh outfit, still felt wrong when he left. Why did Chunshen let him go so easily today?

According to his understanding of Prosser, with such a good opportunity to play with him, it would be abnormal not to tease him casually.

Halfway there, he couldn't help turning back again.

While telling myself in my heart that this is not being cheap, but worrying, no matter how curious, I stepped into the sea of ​​flowers.

Then he immediately felt something was wrong, and was not frightened by the sight in front of him.

The pastoral was jointly established by him and Prosser, and there is his divine power in it.

If the divine power of Chunshen is the sprout of the garden, his divine power is the glue.

Without the divine power of the Sleeping God as a lubricant, Tianyuan is just a simple soul-destroying device, and the dead who enter here cannot walk out in a conscious way.

Moreover, due to the attribute of the God of Spring, the countryside is always full of vitality, like a world in a dream, but what is presented to Hypnos now is the withered haggardness of everything.

Hypnos ran up and down inside eagerly, calling Prosser's name loudly.

Such a rapid change must have happened to Chunshen.

Just thinking about it made Hypnos feel worried.

Even though he knew that the current countryside must be very dangerous, he couldn't help but search around in the gradually rising black mist.

If Prosser sees Sleepy God sweating profusely looking for him, even if he knows that the other party will definitely return in vain, this result-oriented guy might give him a word or two of praise.

After all, there are very few people who work so hard for him.

As little as... He is as high as the status of the king of gods, and there is no one.

Opening his eyes, the azure turned to dark, and the brilliant blond hair representing the God of Light quickly retracted back to his neck and turned black for a moment.

Prosser opened his hands, and his soul was standing under the Godhead of Hades.

This is originally a godhead of consolation and reassurance, and it has little effect, it is only an embellishment when the soul enters the underworld.

But after merging into the rules shared by the god king and godhead, it rapidly expanded and changed, and its purity increased to the peak of the first-class godhead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As long as Prosser understands it and integrates into it, the God of Spring can become the new God of Death.

On one side, the Godhead of Spring was floating alone, but compared to the God of Life, Prosser chose death.

It was as if what he liked was Hades.

It also seems that... Prosser just needs to die.

When the godhead of Hades merged into the godhead of the god king, all the understanding of the god king of light on darkness and death was inherited by it.

In the blink of an eye, Prosser appeared in this world as the Lord of Darkness.

As mentioned earlier, Chunshen, who no longer smiles, has an unusually tall and indifferent appearance.

And now the dark god with an expressionless face, because of his frozen death-like aura, made this face even more intimidating.

With every move, he lost the voice of the God of Light, and was only devoid of cruelty.

I believe that whoever sees him like this will not be able to think of the God of Harmony who looks the same as him.

Take off the white robe and put on the exotic dark god costume.

Prosser's right arm is exposed, the left sleeve is tied tightly, both hands are wearing open-toed gloves, and there are three layers of belts around the waist.

The sapphire earring he found pierced his left ear, and a drop of blood seemed to be dripping on his pale skin. His whole body presented a kind of cold danger.

Prosser looked at himself in the mirror, licking his red lips with satisfaction, his pale complexion made him look exactly like the Dark God back home.

His deep black eyes were bottomless, not only his emotions, but also everything around him seemed to be swallowed by him.

Incarnation of the godhead of darkness, the godhead of the underworld god, the current priesthood seems to be the destruction of the dark line, but two other words appeared in Proser's mind.

- Annihilation.

The meaning is the same, but the essence is completely different.

Prosser removed the mirror transformed by divine power, and with a random movement, the dark light from the corner of the clothes flew up and flowed as if alive.

Even though the upper body is well-dressed, the bottom is still the long hem that the gods are used to not showing their feet.

He had never done such an attire, but it was unexpectedly good when he tried it.

Prosser, who was thinking so, suddenly showed a cold smile.

Dark gods who are not of this world are roaring destruction.

When he first appeared in darkness, the Field of Truth was wiped out of life, and now there are still urging voices in his mind.

If the dark gods in his hometown are brainwashed in this way every day, Prosser is not surprised that they will do so many incomprehensible stupid things.

The godhead of the god of the underworld, who has integrated into the dark essence of another world, has undergone a transformation in nature.

Although there was no rejection reaction due to the unexpectedly high acceptance of darkness in this world, the side effects of walking into darkness have begun to manifest in Prosser.

Now his whole body is clamoring for destruction, but Prosser endured it with great perseverance.

Suppressing the urge to run away, Prosser had already bitten the corner of his mouth when he raised his head.

Red blood flowed at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand to wipe it away.

This is his first injury.

Prosser thought: "This can't go on..."

The God King and Godhead obeyed his instructions and exerted powerful light power, and the noise in his mind was cleared up immediately.

The level of the god king's godhead is enough to suppress the first-class dark godhead of the newborn.

After such an action, he was relieved and continued with the next plan.

Prosser seemed to have firmness in his blackened eyes.

He's going to the edge of the world, to challenge Tartarus!

After making this decision, the priesthood of darkness was activated, and the space was easily torn apart.

He raised his foot to leave, but his steps stopped suddenly.

Prosser glanced in one direction if he felt something, but the space crack opened, and he disappeared in place.

Such an accident made Prosser take a look and saw the blond hair of Sleeping God.

Hypnos ran around in the field of truth after the mutation, looking for the builder who stayed here.

The hem of his robe brushed over clusters of withered flower buds. After the once vibrant flowers dried up, they could still see their original appearance, but they were so fragile that they would shatter when touched.

He didn't know how many flower branches he stepped on during the running, but Hypnos didn't care that Proser would be angry.

The more he searched, the more uneasy he felt in his heart.

The atmosphere in the countryside has changed completely, depressing and cold.

Even the Sleeping God who grew up in the underworld couldn't stand the dense atmosphere of destruction here.

Hypnos is terribly worried now, what is wrong with Prosser, and the garden of truth as his domain will be corrupted to such an extent.

Thinking of this, the worry in the golden eyes lingered.

He ran too fast, and his mind was not here, he couldn't stand on his outstretched feet, and was almost knocked down.

Sweat flowed from the forehead to the contour of the face, and slid from the neck to the collarbone, and the thin dimple was moistened with a layer of fine halo by the water droplets.

After barely standing still, he casually wiped off the sweat that fell on his eyelashes.

This kind of extremely fast running made him stop and slowly adjust his rapid panting, and his chaotic thoughts finally calmed down after sweating.

Hypnos calmed down and found his divine power sleeping in the field of truth.

After a feeling, "I found it!" He yelled in a low voice, and now there was another person besides him in the field.

Hypnos hurriedly ran over according to the guidance of divine power, but found that the figure he thought was Prosser turned out to be an unknown god.

Although this person disappeared in place immediately, it seemed to be an illusion caused by his eyeballs being too anxious.

But Hypnos was sure that he saw it. Although he didn't know the other party, the surging dark divine power was unmistakable.

And after this person disappeared, he was really the only one left in this countryside.

Inside the countryside where even the wind has disappeared, there are only withered flowers and leaves and a mist that seems to be indissoluble.

"Where the hell is Prosser?"

Hypnos, who had searched the entire sea of ​​flowers, could not help but mutter to himself.

And here, no one can answer him.

Prosser left the underworld and went directly to the edge of the world, where Tartarus felt his presence, and appeared almost immediately, his powerful divine power undisguised.

Seeing the stowaway he was looking for appeared inexplicably, Tartarus attacked him decisively.

At such a critical moment, he didn't have time to think about the sudden appearance of Hypnos, so he started to deal with it when he brought up his divine power.

The two fought in the void, the god of the abyss relied on his huge divine power and didn't care about wasting it, while Prosser used the smallest divine power while dodging, but it was the most precise killing intent.

Both gods want to kill each other, but the means are completely different.

Prosser flashed in the void cunningly, and his different understanding of the concept of space made the attribute of Annihilation unstable.

He can shift his position to a certain extent to make up for the lack of divine power to sneak attack on Tartarus, but if he is not careful, he will fall into the gap of space and wander on the edge of endless time and space.

With such serious consequences, even though he performed with ease, he was extremely focused and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

However, Tartarus was keenly aware of his poor condition, so he prolonged the battle, as if he wanted to fight a protracted battle with him.

Prosser frowned, and continued to fight. The situation was not good for him who had not fully recovered his divine power.

At this moment, the attack of Tartarus was in sight for an instant.

"Bang——" the explosion roared, and even the space appeared turbulent.

Prosser stretched out his hand from the afterglow of the divine art, releasing the devoid of divine power without hesitation, and the momentum suddenly increased.

When he wrestled with his opponent without any injuries, the defense constructed by the divine power of light was still in effect, blocking Tartarus's attacks again and again.

Halfway through the battle, Prosser casts a curse from another world.

This changeable and random spell made Prosser take advantage of Tartarus's stunned moment for the effect of the curse, and the divine power on his right hand condensed into a blade, which pierced through his stomach happily.

On the edge of the world, in the void, the divine blood of the god of the abyss is dripping drop by drop...