818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Many flower spirits have been born in the Garden of Truth. They were born in a short period of time, only 20 years, but they have already started to deal with the affairs of the soul trial because of the delegation of power by the three judges.

With this new force that belongs exclusively to the underworld, the underworld, which was originally short of manpower, has spare time.

Thanadus was so envious of the third judge who could drink a little wine and soak in a hot spring if he had nothing to do.

Out of the sense of responsibility of the god of death, he is allowed to rest all year round, but this does not mean that Thanadus does not want to rest!

He didn't know how many times he went to harass Prosser, asking him to think of a way, an idea, to reduce his workload.

But the God of Spring ignored him, and made Thanadus cry and run to his elder brother to complain.

"Brother, did you hear that! Why is Prosser unwilling to help!"

Thanadus snatched the wine glass from his elder brother and drank it in one gulp, complaining unwillingly.

And the sleeping god whose wine glass was snatched away by him glanced at him, and then didn't move anymore.

Seeing this, the Grim Reaper sighed. He didn't know what happened 20 years ago. The two people who had a good relationship with each other suddenly avoided seeing each other.

Thanadus thought at first that even if it was a quarrel, with the broad-mindedness and complex brain circuits of these two people, it would not take long to recover, but he didn't expect that it would take 20 years!

And it seems... He glanced at the silent Hypnos, feeling speechless in his heart, and they haven't repaired their relationship for such a long time.

Thanadus was helpless to the extreme.

The God of Spring became the main god in one year, and it took another five years to reach the peak of the main god. This is something no one dared to imagine, but it was easily achieved by Prosser.

Moreover, the flower spirits of the race he created are very popular in the underworld. They are cute, serious in their work, will not dislike the bad environment in the underworld, and can treat the souls of the dead fairly. And the most important thing is... Among them are men and women. female!

Hades is not afraid that he will not be able to find his wife!

The last item was announced in Hades as good news, and many gods of Hades had a good impression of Proser because of this.

Hadeshen, who originally had objections to Chunshen staying underground, now almost clapped his hands in approval of His Majesty Hades' decision.

But when Prosser was hot, his elder brother quietly stayed away from each other, and he didn't even go to the Field of Truth for 20 years.

Obviously their relationship was so good before.

Thanadus is upright in nature, he once engaged in a protracted battle between Proser and Hypnos on this issue, but the two men kept their mouths tightly shut, no matter how hard he pried it, he couldn't pry it open .

The god of death thought about this and was immediately discouraged, and then glanced at the melancholy eyebrows of the old brother.

Thanadus felt that he had worried enough about these two men to subdue the souls of mankind for centuries.

Hypnos cast his eyes on the poppy field outside the window when Thanadus was not paying attention. How could he not know how the God of Death slandered him in his heart, but he was too lazy to expose it.

That day, I didn't dare to ask that sentence, and ran out of the field of truth in a hurry. Before leaving, I could still feel Prosser's gaze on my back.

That kind of unclear atmosphere, even if I recall it now, I still feel lingering fear.

Hypnos doesn't understand, isn't it a form of protection not to ask?

If you ask, you will definitely lose it. If you don’t ask, how can you get to where you are today?

He just didn't want to be strangers to Prosser.

Every day in the poppy field, he would say the above few sentences to himself, and then he would be exhausted physically and mentally.

There was no brilliance reflected in his golden eyes, he was doing his daily work in a daze, sending dreams to the human beings from door to door.

Occasionally, under the order of Pluto, he helped the third judge deal with matters that could not be completed, but he never had any contact with Prosser.

Every time he was free, he would return when he came close to the field of truth, and he didn't know how to face the bad feeling that hindered him.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, and he was close to destruction.

Hypnos listened quietly to Thanadus' rambling every time, not letting him leave or shutting up, just listening like this, letting the wound in his heart widen, letting the flame in his heart burn.

He thought: maybe in a short while, he will be able to walk in front of Prosser under the impetus of such deep feelings.

He thought this way, but there was a bitter arc on the corner of his mouth that he didn't notice.

The God of Spring, whom Hypnos misses so much, does not have as complicated a mind as the God of Death and Sleep. To be precise, he is very, very busy!

For a year, he took the dead believers to the underworld, separated their memories, and sent their souls into reincarnation.

And this memory was born as a flower spirit under his manipulation. They carried the beliefs of the past when they were born, and they were recognized by the underworld as different individuals.

He drilled a hole to create his own Hall of Valor in this world. The only pity is that not many heroes in this world believe in him.

But it doesn't matter, a year later, Prosser quietly expanded the scope of the church.

Although they are all on the fringes of faith, without the gods of Olympus being aware of it, they have increased the area of ​​faith by about ten, and the souls that die every year are born as flower spirits.

The beliefs of these flower spirits gathered under the godhead, not only repaired the damage caused by the battle between the godhead of the underworld and Tartarus, but also restored many of the original abilities of the godhead godhead.

Once he regained his strength, Prosser quickly rose to the peak of the main god.

Having said that from the beginning, for Prosser, time?Divine power?Neither faith was strong against his recovery.

In his world, Godhead acts as a bridge of divinity to comprehend the rules of the world, and divine power is an important source of driving Godhead, and they complement each other.

So once the divinity is lowered, no matter how high the quality of the godhead is, there is no way to successfully understand the application of the rules.

And the lack of divine power, the godhead also lacks the necessary motivation and is difficult to use.

Godhead, as the carrier of rules, will also affect divinity and power.

When Proser was born as the god of spring, he fell into the tragic situation mentioned above.

But it's no problem now. After so many years, his divinity has always been of the highest quality. Before that, his divine power was weak due to lack of necessary motivation.

But in the past 20 years, the faith restored the divine power, the divine power promoted the godhead, the godhead comprehended the divinity, and the divinity became easier to operate complex divine arts.

Now that he meets the primitive god again, he can fight with him more gracefully, and he doesn't need to disturb the opponent's mind with such small actions as cursing.

Speaking of which, the last time he was able to fight Tartarus with enough confidence was also because of the faith sent by Apollo.

What exactly happened that made the sun god suddenly have a good impression of the god who had played with him?

Prosser wondered for a while, then stopped caring.

Left and right are just small things.

After he finished handling the internal affairs of the Field of Truth, he went to harass Hades as a daily obligation.

In the past 20 years, not only his divine power has changed, but also the relationship between the two of them.

And the figure that Proser left fell into the eyes of the newly born Hua Ling in the sea of ​​flowers, and became synonymous with powerful wisdom.

The two petite and lovely flower spirits haven't reached the age to differentiate men and women, but they also look like adults, and their wisdom is not much worse than mature flower spirits.

One of them, a flower spirit with green hair and glazed eyes, put his hands on his chest and said in admiration: "As expected of Mr. Prosser, no matter what you do, you are so perfect."

"Yes, yes!" Another flower spirit with light yellow hair and light golden eyes couldn't help but mention the day when he was regarded as a legend, "I heard from my senior that it only took one year for Lord Prosser to become the main god." !"

The green-haired flower spirit said in surprise: "You are so deceitful! When did you ask the seniors?"

The light-blond-haired Hua Ling hurriedly shook her head: "I didn't ask, I heard the first-born senior say it unintentionally."

The green-haired flower spirit said: "Tell me quickly! I also want to know about Master Prosser!"

Blonde-haired Flower Spirit: "Okay, I'll tell you!"

Under the expectant gaze of another flower spirit, the eyes of the light-blond flower spirit flickered, and it seemed that she was very excited to mention the scene of that day.

It was an extremely ordinary day, but when Spring God was promoted to the main god, it became no longer ordinary.

Faith on the ground forms a huge cross in the underworld, and Chunshen, who is called the god of the cross on the earth, stands high in the sky of the underworld.

Stepping on the colorful sky of the pastoral truth, above the head is the background of the sky full of white light.

He was covered with a sacred white veil and crowned with a gorgeous crown by faith.

Wings seemed to sprout from his back, and the simple white robe was also shrouded in golden splendor.

He looks very dignified.

Xiaocao also revived him.

He looked radiant.

The flowers bowed their pious heads for him.

He looks compassionate and kind.

Faith sings for him.

The God of Spring lowered his head, showing mercy in his smile, and forgiveness in his blue eyes.

The cross judgment behind it emphasizes his authority.

The souls who got off the Charon boat and the other side of the river that day witnessed this scene, and even the original sin in their souls was purified.

"I heard that the judges who judged these souls were astonished to find that there was no crime in their emotions and consciousness, only the crimes committed in their lifetime."

When Hua Ling said this, starlight flickered in her light golden eyes, and the people listening were mesmerized.

The emerald-haired flower spirit murmured, "As expected of the master of our faith, Your Highness Prosser."

The light-blond-haired flower spirit continued: "Not only that, His Highness was promoted to the main god that day, and the flower spirit that could not be conceived was born on that day. I heard from the seniors that they witnessed such a miracle when they were born, and vowed to live forever." Will never forget!"

The emerald-haired flower spirit said desolately: "If I can see such miracles as soon as I was born, I believe I will believe in Your Highness Prosser even more devoutly!"

The fair-haired flower spirit shook her head, "Even if I didn't see that scene, I would dedicate my soul to our master. He touched my head when I was born, and I still remember those merciful hands. "

The emerald-haired Hua Ling was suddenly unhappy and said, "I have been hugged by His Highness, and I want to sacrifice my soul!"

The corners of the mouths of the mature flower spirits passing by smiled. They had also had immature conversations with the children before, and when they grew up, no matter what the reason was, they always treated Her Highness Prosser from the bottom of their hearts. piety.

That great lord will be their lifelong faith.

Proser, who has become the main god of a race, of course knows the reason why he has become the peak of the main god so quickly.

In their world, to win over a race and make the whole race believe in him, regardless of men, women, old or young, is the correct way to promote the gods.

And the gods of this world seem to be only staring at the human portion.

Individual giants and monsters have also become tools for gaining faith.

Instead of gaining the status of belief in their race, train them to become their own subordinate race.

Recalling his world, even the goddess of moonlight under Prosser is the belief of the entire elves.

It can be seen from this that what can make the gods never decline, of course, is to hold a group of people in their hands.

As long as this ethnic group is not extinct, their loyalty to the gods can make them a source of faith for the gods.

Of course, to become a god of faith in a race, one must take the initiative to perform miracles, grant power frequently, and select a few divine envoys, and bestow them with the gift of divine descent, such as the divine descent technique.

Although the trouble is a bit troublesome, the good thing is that after a few generations, they will all become fans of the gods.

At that time, the entire ethnic group will be fanatics, and the children they give birth to will also be loyal to the gods under the subtle influence of the environment.

Moreover, the gods who generally master the larger ethnic groups are all at the level of the main god in his impression.

Prosser has the foundation of a god king, so after creating a race like flower spirit that is loved by rules, he is about to break through the peak of a first-class god.

But faith pushed him a step, so he was the first to become the main god, and the flower spirit was born later.

Otherwise, it should be the birth of the flower spirit, who became the main god.

As for those gods who couldn't believe his promotion and beat around the bush to inquire about the method of promotion.

Prosser would not say that this is common sense in their world.

After so many years, he has long been accustomed to the rough way this world treats beliefs.

Prosser was promoted to the main god with the godhead of spring, and his attributes of the underworld god have also been improved. Now he is more beautiful, just looking at him is dazzling.

The blue eyes are moist and gentle, and the blond hair that fell on the side of the cheek when the hair was tied up dangled in front of his eyes.

Hades looked away at him for a moment.

Prosser patted the table dissatisfied, his white fingers were white and transparent against the dark tabletop, and his pink nails made a curving movement. He glared at Hades: "Why do you look so sad? Zeus bullied you again? You said it!"

I'm always bored and don't speak, isn't that treating me as an outsider!