818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

The dark gods in the Proser world all have a unique talent, which is the power given to them by the chaotic dark rules.

In every jihad, such power always causes headaches for the light side.

As the master of the light side who has been fighting against the bosses of the dark side all year round, Prosser has conducted research on the nature of many evil gods.

Those seemingly powerful soul destruction and destruction are basically mainland goods, and the troublesome concealment and shadows are second- and third-rate. What is really difficult to deal with is those seemingly simple powers.

For example, in the rules of darkness - darkness.

This dark power, which is essentially the same as darkness, does not contain any attributes at all.

Existing only as the concept of darkness.

But don't underestimate it because of this, Prosser will tell you that the most difficult battle he fought that year was against the owner of this attribute.

Back then he was trapped in the darkness and could not find a single flaw.

The natural dark plane has no vitality, no destruction, and no other attributes at all. It exists only as a force.

That is to say, such seemingly weak attributes are truly invulnerable.

Because there is no destruction, the gods staying in this plane cannot destroy it.

There is no rule of destruction on this plane, so naturally any destructive magic cannot work.

Even because the dark world rejects living beings, the gods who exist as life, their life instincts will be reduced in such a space.

This is not an incidental attribute, but the essence of darkness.

It can be said that in this plane, everything except darkness is rejected.

Unexpected?

When Prosser was trapped in it, he was very surprised. He never thought that attributes could be presented in this manner.

He was trapped in it for three years in 580 until that day in the fourth year of 580.

He drove out the darkness with absolute light, not destruction, not vitality, just as light, to illuminate the darkness.

The two are similar in nature, and the rule of absolute repulsion is not to destroy each other. No one can say that the day can destroy the night, right?

But in reality, light acts to destroy darkness.

It was on that day that Prosser officially embarked on the first step of becoming a master.

And the dark god who inspired Prosser was of course expelled under the absolutely powerful light.

Therefore, Prosser implemented the idea of ​​the dark god, and used the annihilation of simplicity as annihilation to exert its effect.

That is to say - extinction.

"I said..." Prosser looked at Tartarus, "Eliminate the existence in front of me."

Tartarus was stunned for a moment, and a sense of crisis immediately came to his mind. He immediately avoided staring at Prosser, moved to the opposite direction in the blink of an eye, looked up, and found that his original position had become a black hole, Space is being swallowed.

Prosser: "I said..."

Hearing this voice, Tartarus stared and retreated again.

Prosser: "Destroy everything around you!"

The dark divine power pulled the rules, and the divine power in his body was almost exhausted in an instant. A black hole-like power form spread out from his body, quickly swallowing everything around him.

All the blood dripping from Tartarus was swallowed by the black hole, and it was unknown where it went.

The current god of the abyss is wounded, which makes his face look paler. Although his expression is still indifferent, but Prosser observed his line of sight, as if trying to launch an attack again by visually measuring the limit range of his own power.

Knowing this, Prosser narrowed his eyes, "I said..."

Tartarus looked cold.

Prosser: "Tal..."

"Whoosh-!"

It seemed as if there was such a voice appearing at a fast speed.

The god of the abyss attacked him immediately before he uttered his name, his actions seemed extremely decisive, and he was not even afraid of the annihilation layer around him that seemed to be a defense, just to prevent him from saying his full name.

Prosser's lips moved, and under the power of Tartarus who was close in front of him, "Tartaros will eventually disappear in front of me." He said this sentence in full.

This method of use, which seems to be the rule of the world, was forcibly imposed on Tartarus, and he was only one step away from being able to penetrate Proser's body with divine power.

Immediately, the ancient god of the abyss glanced at Prosser, and immediately disappeared at the edge of the world, his figure plunged into the abyss, and with a short sleep, resisted the seemingly irresistible rules.

Prosser is the only figure on the edge of the world now, his clothes still look so neat, his complexion doesn't show a trace of decay after the battle, he quietly looks at the battlefield he created, and let out a breath.

"cough--"

When everything relaxed, golden blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Proser covered his mouth.

At this time, the backlash of forcibly exerting power beyond the strength of the gods, the gods, and the strength of the gods finally appeared on the body.

The internal organs seemed to be in pain as if they were completely smashed, and even a corner of the newly formed dark godhead was cracked. Even if the god king and godhead tried their best to rescue it, it could only prevent its further damage.

Prosser finally looked at the edge of the world where he had left endless black holes, believing that such a power attribute was enough to make the original god misjudge, and the light divine power he used was consistent with the divine power attribute of blowing up Olympus.

At that time, they will definitely focus on the earth and the holy mountain, and the spring god who stays in the underworld will not arouse suspicion even if he is promoted to the main god.

The situation he had painstakingly created was still one step away, and he had to leave here as soon as possible.

Enduring the pain in his soul, Prosser forcibly tore open a corner of the space, and slowly moved in.

The moment the space crack closed, the Evernight Goddess, the Darkness God, and the Earth Mother Goddess rushed over almost simultaneously.

Nix looked around cautiously. The aftermath of the divine power here was very serious. Through the eyes of the gods, he could clearly see the two forces with different attributes. Even if they lost their masters, they were devouring each other.

The power of the abyss of Tartarus is entangled with the black holes of destruction one by one, like red lights in the dark night, and those black holes even involve some kind of rules.

Nix thought carefully, such power cannot be manipulated by ordinary evil gods.

Gaia frowned, and stretched out her hand to touch the black hole, carefully understanding its composition to judge the power attribute of the foreign god, but Erebus stopped her just as she raised her hand.

Erebus: "Gaia, don't move. I feel that the destructive power here is extremely strong. Even if you take the initiative to contact it, you won't be able to please it."

After speaking, he summoned the divine power of the God of Darkness and Destruction God, and carefully competed with the rules of the black hole. Finally, with a bang, a small remaining black hole disappeared, and the space there became peaceful, but Erebus' left hand was also blown. hurt.

Nix exclaimed, grabbed his hand and carefully comforted him with strength.

After handing over his hand to his wife, Erebus said to Gaia: "The god who sneaked into the world of Chaos this time, I suspect that he is a god of dual attributes with the main attribute of destruction and the power of light."

Gaia looked at the wound on his hand and would never distrust his judgment. Even if it was a guess, it was affirmative in her eyes, and then she heard her add: "The power of light may not be an accessory attribute,' He's probably the god who controls the rules of pluralism, and the power that blew up the bones of Uriah that day is also a powerful power of light that is no less than the level of the main god."

The divine power of light that can destroy the holy mountain can't be regarded as an accessory in any way, and the main attribute is almost the same.

Gaia frowned, and added in her heart.

Nix healed her husband's finger, heard that they had begun to determine the concept of the foreign god, and expressed his thoughts, "Let's investigate according to this condition first, and everything will be discussed after Tartarus wakes up."

After all, he looked at Tartarus who was integrated into the abyss, "Brother must have seen the appearance of that evil god and can also determine his attributes. When Tartarus wakes up, it will be easier for us to catch each other. "

"Yes," Gaia raised her sharp brows, her blue eyes were indifferent, "It only takes Tartarus to wake up, and it will be his death!"

Erebus frowned: "Gaia, your killing intent is too strong, it's not good for comprehending the rules."

"What does it matter?" Gaia snorted arrogantly. As the original god of life, what she needs is huge power. For this reason, she will try to obtain even the rules of destruction, and kill Uranus, It is also the price for her to get the rules of destruction.

Erebus looked at Nix, Gaia's indifferent reaction made him not know how to persuade him.

Nix understood what Erebus meant and shook his head at him.

Erebus sighed and watched Gaia leave helplessly.

"She has been corroded too severely by the rules of destruction, if this continues..."

"This is Gaia's own choice," Nix said to her husband, disapprovingly, "She won't let go of the power gained by the Earth Mother killing the Heavenly Father."

Erebus: "...that's right."

Erebus couldn't say anything about Gaia's early madness.

"Then what should we do next?" Putting the boring things aside, he asked Nix about his plan.

Nix looked at the black holes everywhere here. The power of the rules will keep them permanently on the edge of the world, and as time goes by, no stars will be born here.

"Gaia will pay more attention to the earth, we stay here to deal with this divine mess."

Erebus nodded without objection.

Nix saw that her husband was becoming more and more proficient in handling black holes, and felt relieved, remembering the doubts that had just arisen.

Why did the evil gods who hid well before suddenly appear in front of Tartarus, and what are these black hole-like destructive forces expressing?

There is also this ray of light and divine power.

Nix looked at his palm, and on his slender fingers was a golden thread condensed by the power of light. It was collected from all the battlefields, not many, just the amount of this hair.

She suspected that it was the energy remnants of the power of light splashing out after Tartarus attacked the opponent, but the opponent's defense was shattered reflexively.

If it is really a dual-attribute god, it is not surprising to use the excellent protection of the divine power of light after a crisis, but I always feel that something is wrong.

Nix couldn't help staring at this power, and stared at it for a long time.

As Prosser thought, the Primordial God shifted all his attention to the ground, leaving a lot of time for him who stayed in the underworld to recover his strength.

After a lot of work, Proser, who almost got what he wanted, almost passed out as soon as he returned to the field of truth, his weak body made his eyes black.

The backlashed divinity made Prosser temporarily restore the dark godhead to the attributes of the underworld god, and the soaring divine power instantly fell back to the range of first-class gods.

Under such an emergency, the threat of backlash was greatly reduced, and it also gave him the strength to stand up straight.

Proser reappeared in the Field of Truth as the God of Spring, and the Godhead of Spring glowed softly, resonating with the remaining divine power in the sea of ​​flowers.

In an instant, the flowers are blooming like a brocade, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

The Garden of Truth, restored to its original appearance, does not look dilapidated and dilapidated at all.

Seeing that no more flaws could be found, Prosser felt relieved, but his body, which had been overburdened, protested at this moment.

"Go and take a rest?" It's better to soak in a hot spring or something.

While rubbing his shoulders, Prosser turned around while muttering, and then Hypnos appeared in front of him, frightening his relaxed body to stiffen immediately.

"Hypnos?" He called out the name in surprise, and at this moment the forgotten part was forced to recall.

When he left, he saw the sleeping god...

With this realization, Prosser silently looked at the silent Hypnos, wanting to see what he could say.

Hypnos does have a lot to ask, such as why the Field of Truth suddenly withered, who is that strange god who appeared here, and... where have you been.

But all these questions were choked in his throat when he saw those silent eyes, and he couldn't... spit it out.

Hypnos smiled wryly in his heart, did he know that even his friends would be unable to do so if asked?

The sleepy God with a calm disposition can see Proser's inner guard wisely, and it is his rational personality that makes him prefer to be a coward and endure the doubts in his heart.

It wouldn't be good for either of them to ask.

With this comprehension, it is natural not to say anything.

Hypnos moved his lips, and said reassuringly, "You're fine."

Prosser was waiting for Hypnos' question, but he didn't expect him to be speechless when he opened his mouth.

In all fairness, Sleeping God's appearance is also top-notch. Blonde hair and golden eyes are already an extremely luxurious color, but the pale complexion suppresses this publicity, turning it into a subtle nobility.

High nose bridge, three-dimensional facial features, plus that lazy and casual temperament.

Prosser dared to say that as long as Hypnos smiled, he seemed to be full of love, and lived up to his reputation as the God of Dreams.

But now, Hypnos seems to have abandoned those casual, sparkling and intoxicating eyes, and just filled a spoonful of lake water, the light color is gentle, and there is only one person.

When I saw my figure filling the eyes of the sleepy god, when I saw him full of doubts but willing to take a step back for him.

This kind of friendship, Prosser is not unmoved, it's just...

He won't get carried away by being moved.

So... sorry.

"Hupnos," said Prosser, "don't you want to know where I've been?"

Just at this moment, a gust of strong wind blew past them, and the white and black clothes corners were lifted slightly in an arc.

Hypnos' eyes narrowed, as if he was frightened.