818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Proser's request is indeed not simple. Is it easy to take Pluto back to his world?

Even without mentioning things related to feelings, this world does have what he wants.

In the distant time and space, the god system is not the only one, and the world is not the only one.

And the only existence that can be called the only existence is naturally a powerhouse at the dominance level.

Since they ascended to the position of ruler, countless worlds and invisible rules have been unable to restrain them.

Instead, they can fabricate the world, generate rules, and even shape the universe, which is equivalent to infinity.

And when the time comes, such an existence can only be described as a single individual, and there is no such thing in the world.

Such a transcendent existence, arrogant as Prosser also yearns for.

He is in his own continent, and his faith is close to saturation, so the divinity has been stuck in the half-step dominant position for a long time, and he can't transcend the world no matter what.

But after coming here, although he accidentally lost his divine body, he was also lucky enough to get some fragments of rules above the rules.

He turned this mystery into the most essential thing and hid it deep in his soul. As long as he returns to his former position and comprehends this trace of the rule representing supremacy, I believe he will be more confident in transcending the level of the Supreme God, officially The masters of the rules themselves.

Such a scene, just thinking about it makes my heart excited.

In the three thousand worlds, only you are unique.

Isn't this the highest pursuit of the individual?

Prosser didn't let the excitement in his heart last for too long. After a slight gaffe, he started to act as the God of Spring again.

Although he has the Tianyuan of Truth, he seldom uses the godhead of the god of the underworld, and even in order not to associate with the original god, he acts as the god of spring most of the time.

But such days should not last long, right?thought Prosser.

His divine power has reached the peak of the main god, and the faith on the ground is endless.Even though he repeatedly appeared as a dark god, distracting the attention of the original god.But the power system of the God of the Cross, which does not belong to the Chaos world, has reached the limit of exposure.

Prosser thought for a while, when his blue eyes seemed to be condensed into cold gems, he said softly: "It's time."

When he made this decision, it meant that the two lions, the Crusaders and the Paladins of Light, who had been hired in different worlds, would rise in this world as tyrants.

The God of Spring is either in the Valley of Flowers or in the Garden of Truth. If it is not enough, you can go to His Majesty Hades to find him, which is already the consensus of the gods of the underworld.

And among these three locations, only Sleeping God can find one.

As soon as Hypnos came to the field, he saw dangerous sharp points on Proser's brows.

He sighed and reminded: "Expression, pay attention to expression."

Prosser blinked and shrugged innocently, "What did you say?"

Hypnos: "...I want to ask, do your believers know that you can change your face so quickly?"

Prosser looked at him for a while, showing a big smile, "In the eyes of believers, I have always been gentle and loving, and I am a charming and positive character."

"I think the villain role is more suitable for you," Hypnos thumped his shoulder helplessly. He was so tired from work these days that he wanted to just go back to the poppy field and have a good sleep.

But... There are some things to do, and a few traces of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"I suggest you go to His Majesty Pluto now."

Prosser blinked and said unexpectedly: "Because of what?"

Hypnos rolled his eyes, "You understand, don't play dumb."

"It's the prerogative of being in love," Prosser relished. "That's the fun."

"Okay, okay, I don't understand the interest between you."

Hypnos feels that his heart has been hurt, single dogs need attention and love!

Prosser chuckled lightly, and asked cheerfully, "Is there anyone in Hades who is dissatisfied with my turning Athens into my country of faith?"

Hypno rubbed his jaw and thought, "They don't care much, but I think they look forward to slaps in the face more than beliefs. Facts have proved that you slapped well."

Prosser laughed happily, "Thank you so much, I thought they would be unhappy if I kept Athens to myself so arbitrarily."

Hypnos shook his head, "You think too much, those guys don't care about belief."

I only care about face...

Prosser answered in his heart.

Of course he knew how haughty the gods of the underworld are, otherwise he would not have made such a plan, which would gain both goodwill and faith, killing two birds with one stone is not enough, and there are many benefits that have not been mentioned.

And when he asks this sentence now, he is not just confirming such a meaning, but is ambiguously judging whether there is anyone in Hades who is dissatisfied with him.

And Hypnos, whose status is also considered noble among the gods of Hades, said so, so he was naturally relieved.

At such a busy time, he would be annoyed if he needed to make some extra arrangements.

Hypnos looked at the man who was lost in thought again, both relieved and sad.

They've gotten better since the last time we talked, but... less likely to be lovers.

Although he had given up a long time ago, seeing Prosser like this made him really entangled.

Hypnos decided not to continue being the tortured dog.

"Since you already know His Majesty's plan, I won't say more. My shoulder hurts badly. I'll go back to sleep first." After speaking, he stretched his waist and wanted to leave just like that.

"and many more."

Prosser called to him and handed him a pack of cultivated petals to heal fatigue.

"Sprinkle it in the bath water and let it soak for an hour to keep you relaxed."

After Hypnos took it, he said unambiguously, "Thank you." After thanking him, he left quite gracefully.

Prosser waited for a while before he walked out of the field and started looking for possible surprises along the underworld.

He first passed Charon's boat and chatted with him.

Charon said to him: "Among the recent dead, your followers have increased."

Prosser smiled without changing his expression, "Thank you."

Then he walked along the River Styx and walked along the banks of the Leth River. The blooming Bana flowers and the clear river water were very beautiful in this dead and silent underworld. After walking for a while, he found a naughty dog ​​that threw the petals everywhere.

With a move in his heart, Prosser conjured up a butterfly and spread its wings and flew over.

Cerberus, who felt lonely because his master didn't have time to take care of himself, closed his ears vigilantly when he saw the little creature flying in front of him.

The butterflies fly and fly, sometimes landing on the flower branches, and sometimes turning irregularly between the three heads of Cerberus.

The dog's vigilant expression gradually dissipated. It lay down and stared at the strange creature cautiously with three heads.

The butterfly flew in front of it as if it couldn't feel its gaze, and landed on the tip of the nose of the head in the middle.

Cerberus was stunned, his two heads were staring at the butterfly, and the one in the middle almost crossed his eyes in order to see the position of the butterfly.

At this time, the butterfly seemed to feel danger, and immediately spread its wings and flew up.

Such a movement scared the three-headed dog again, its two protruding ears trembled, and its expression was confused and unresponsive.

Prosser smiled happily and let the butterfly fly to his hair.

Cerberus, who started chasing the butterflies, stopped immediately when he saw the spring god who was very friendly with his master. They tilted their heads and barked in unison.

"Keer," Prosser knelt down and patted their big heads, "Can you take me to your master?"

The three heads of Cerberus looked at each other, and finally seemed to have made a decision, stood up from the spot, and called twice in one direction, asking Prosser to follow.

The running three-headed hellhounds looked very mighty, and they looked back as they ran to see if Chun Shen had followed.

The thoughtfulness inherited from the master made Prosser chuckle.

After walking for a while, Proser was surprised to find that the scenery became more and more familiar. When he saw the valley of flowers, he was no longer surprised, but strange.

After Cerberus smelled his master's scent, he ignored Proser, and it ran quickly into the valley.

Prosser hesitated for a while, then walked in.

Following the tracks of the three-headed dog, he found Hades, who was dressed in black, surrounded by a dog that kept acting like a spoiled child.

Seeing this, Prosser rolled his eyes.

Hades looked a little tired when he saw him coming, "Why are you here so early?"

Prosser walked over, "Of course it's because I missed your...surprise.~"

A pause in the middle of a sentence formed two different consequences. He approached Hades with a smile, arms crossed.

"But it's been a long time, and there is no surprise yet, Hades, are you planning to give it as a wedding gift?"

Hades glanced at him, "You didn't agree to my marriage proposal."

Prosser nodded, "That's true."

It was so straightforward to admit it... Hades looked at him silently, not knowing what it was like.

"Let's not talk about this, what about Athena? When will you send it back to the ground?"

Thinking of the Goddess of Wisdom who is still imprisoned in the God Flower, Hades reminded: "Don't overdo it."

Prosser smiled: "How could it be?" Even though he said so, he was already ready to tear himself apart with Zeus after this incident.

Anyway, sooner or later, the God of the Cross will be exposed as the God of a foreign land. Before that, it is fundamental to quickly collect beliefs.

Prosser planned quickly, and he restrained all his thoughts with a smile, his appearance was always so impeccable.

Hades looked at him for a while, turned his head away, coughed lowly, and said seriously: "Then when will you agree to marry my god?"

Prosser: "Wait until I'm on the same level as you."

He thought about it, the status is the same, and he doesn't need to be restrained when it comes to robbing marriages! ~

A chill hit, and Hades had a bad feeling in his heart.