818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"Here he is," said Hera to Zeus.

In fact, she didn't need to say it specifically, because everyone saw him coming.

Chunshen moved slowly, strolling here on the top of the holy mountain covered with divine flowers, looking more at ease and calm than his master.

Zeus narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "Are you alone?" He looked around, as if he wanted to find Hades wearing an invisibility cloak.

"Don't worry, Hades isn't here," Prosser chuckled and broke off a divine flower and put it under his nose. He said with a smile, "Have you figured out what to give me in exchange for Athena?"

Zeus snorted coldly, "We won't give anything."

Prosser seemed surprised, "It's just some land of faith, and you are so stingy that you let the main god live in the underworld?"

"Huh," with Zeus's fickleness, he thought first, "I don't think you will bring Athena back after you captured her, maybe we will only get back the Goddess of Wisdom who has lost her godhead. .”

Prosser looked at him delicately, "You think so?"

Zeus said indifferently: "Otherwise?"

"Clap clap-"

Prosser clapped his hands vigorously or weakly, with admiration and helplessness on his face, so the sudden applause just resounded.

He hesitated for a moment, and said subtly: "Although I guessed that you would think so, Zeus, your performance still surprised me."

"What do you mean?" Zeus stared at him coldly.

"How dare you bluntly say the name of the God King!" Aphrodite leaned on Ares and whispered, her eyes full of surprise.

Prosser chuckled and glanced at God of Beauty, which made her shrink back in fright.

Those gentle blue eyes were full of inexplicable menace, even the God of Beauty, who was already one of the twelve main gods, couldn't help trembling under such stares.

He said, "Zeus, not everyone is as cold-hearted as you."

Zeus stared at him closely, the thunder scepter in his hand almost burst into sparks, followed by the familiar routine, the purple thunder that fell from the sky.

The power of judgment, which was a hundred times stronger than before, descended from the sky and directly hit Prosser's figure.

The flash of thunder and lightning blurred the white shadow.

Apollo, Artemis and others suspected that when Spring God was hacked to death by the king of gods, a low laugh suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.

"It's the same old way, Zeus, won't you change it?"

With a wave of Prosser's left hand, the dust and smoke from the thunderbolt hitting the ground dissipated in an instant, and he looked as neat as if he hadn't encountered the thunder of judgment.

"How is it possible!" Zeus stepped back in disbelief. After becoming the king of gods, his thunder and lightning had never encountered such a situation.

"Can't you believe it? The Thunder of Judgment has no effect on me?"

Prosser stepped forward step by step. This shadow, which was originally despised in the morning light, turned out to be unusually tall at this time, with a strong sense of oppression that was not inferior to the king of God.

The closer he got, the more the gods felt this nameless pressure.

The godheads in their minds were buzzing, and the suppression of rank made them involuntarily want to submit.

Zeus covered his forehead, "Who the hell are you!"

At this level, how could he fail to realize that Proser, the god of spring, was not his son.

"Hehe," Prosser smiled and bent his eyes, the Godhead of the Supreme God of Light poured glory all over his body without hesitation, "Do you want to know who I am?"

He first looked at Ares, "The people of God of War killed my believers, because my children preach goodness and peace."

Ares was stiff all over, and his cold eyes, burning with gunpowder and war, were full of fear.

He looked at the God Queen Hera again, "Equina, the kingdom you destroyed, used to be the residence of my followers."

Hera's heart skipped a beat. This was just a small part of the many times of destroying human countries, but it was uncovered today, and it seemed that it would cause bad consequences, which made her approach her husband Zeus involuntarily.

He looked at Hermes again, "Your believers are using the stolen wealth, while my believers were violently killed by them on the way to persuade them."

Hermes, the protector of thieves and commerce, pursed his lips.

He said similar things to many gods one after another, and when everyone was nervous about what he said, he laughed.

"I have sworn that in order to be loyal to my followers, I will not hesitate to drive away any evil gods who persecute them."

"I also know that this is your dissatisfaction with my belief being possessed by me."

Over the years, the God of the Cross has been accepted by almost every country at an unimaginable speed.

Gods who preach order, purity, compassion, and humility are better than these gods on the holy mountain who only enjoy themselves!

Prompted by such emotions, the church was built at an extremely fast speed.

The teachings of the Lord of the Cross do not require offerings, only weekly worship and donations are required.

The weekly oracle education involves astronomy, geography, history and culture, etc. that people need.

And the priests of the Cross God are not stingy, they don't need to spend anything, the priests will teach children humbly and help women enthusiastically.

They do good deeds in the world, but they tell everyone that this is the grace of God.

Such a god had never appeared in this land, but was quickly accepted by mankind.

Therefore, those gods who have planned beliefs and regard human beings as the output of beliefs like livestock have felt more or less backlash.

It is precisely because of this that they cast curses and induce believers to destroy the believers of the God of the Cross.

If you don't take back your faith, the backlash will continue!

They don't know what beliefs really are, and they use them with the shallowest understanding.Such rough use, of course, will lag behind Prosser in every respect.

And he, who had expected it a long time ago, naturally knew what the god who was tortured by the backlash would do.

Prosser remembered the names of those who died during this time.

Every time, he would personally greet the souls of those believers and resurrect them as flower spirits.

This is also the reason why he asked Hypnos for help every time he left, because too many people died.

Although this was also within Prosser's plan, it didn't mean he wasn't angry.

Prosser looked around at their gradually changing expressions, these gods seemed to feel some kind of pressure.

"It's just right," he thought in his heart, "it's this kind of fear that makes it easier for him to do what he's going to do next."

Zeus interrupted Prosser's continuation roll call with a loud drink, and he said coldly, "What do you want to say!"

The understatement of human life in the tone made Prosser raise his brows high.

"What do I want to say?" He pointed to himself, his expression condensed, "It's not what I want to say, but what my believers want to say."

"God, should it really exist..."

The sky suddenly became densely covered with dark clouds, and clumps of dark purple thunderclaps appeared in it like giant pythons from time to time.

Prosser was fearless, looking at the power of judgment controlled by rules in Zeus' eyes.

"Should you gods really appear in this world!"

He smiled and said: "The souls who died under your hands hate you very much, have you heard? Their voices of resentment."

It wasn't just a change in the sky. After he finished speaking, the godhead of the underworld shimmered, and the resentment from the depths of the underworld became a reality through the river of resentment and sorrow. Their wailing was in the ears of every god who killed them. sounded.

"Why did you kill me!"

"My child! My wife!"

"God! Why don't you save me!"

……

Such questioning tortures not only the conscience, but also the essence of the gods.

From the very beginning, he doubted, is there really no disadvantages if the gods are so limited here?

But when he discovered that even gods at the level of primitive gods could be controlled by his curse.

He finally determined that the relationship between gods and humans here is much stronger than in his own world.

The curse from the heart of human beings can even cause a low-level god to fall.

This is the reason why the River of Resentment and the River of Sadness exist, and it is also the reason why the Underworld exists.

The existence of Hades is not only to take in these souls, but also to control the voice of these curses within a certain range, and then to resolve their anger by fair law enforcement.

No wonder he thought Hades was very strange under the rule of Hades.

Ordinary souls will be cleansed of their original sins when they enter the underworld, and put into the arms of their mothers with the purest spiritual body, but here there is the god of the underworld to judge their sins during their lifetime.

All because, in order for the gods to exist in the world, there must be such a place that connects the world of the living with the world of the dead.

Prosser has always thought that Hades is the afterlife, but now he understands.

Hades exists as a purification device for the real world of the dead and the world of the living.

Eliminate the hatred of the living to the gods when they die, and then return to the world with a pure attitude.

More and more resentment piled up in the Styx River, forming the River of Sadness and the River of Resentment.

He understood why the underworld must need a god of life.

A pure kingdom of death is absolutely taboo against life, but Hades is not a kingdom of death, so the God of Life is needed to maintain the connection between the underground and the ground.

After figuring everything out, the Godhead of Consolation and Requiem leisurely reached the peak of the main god, and more and more tragic wailing was heard, but his heart was extremely peaceful.

The more Prosser said, the more purple light in Zeus' eyes became stronger, which has already touched the question of the foundation of the laws of this world, and made the king of gods absolutely not allow him to exist anymore.

but……

All-destroying thunder descends.

With purple beams reflected in Proser's eyes, he said flatly, "It's useless to me."

The purple light disappeared, and the intact Prosser spoke lightly to them.

"Although I'm sorry, the power of judgment has no effect on me at all."

As the lord of order in another world, the supreme god of light, Proser himself is synonymous with judgment.

Even in another world, attacking him with the power of judgment?

I really want to laugh.

Prosser smiled contemptuously. The power of light behind him absorbed beliefs from all over the world, and his divinity became more and more pure.

As time passed, the golden cross in the blue eyes became more and more clear.

The illusory streamer wings behind Prosser suddenly shattered, replaced by 36 white feathers slowly forming.

Gradually change the quality structure from the extreme light, and finally turn the phantom into reality as if in essence.

The gods watched Chunshen show an unusual posture.

Should I say... is this the gesture of a god?

Under the dazzling light, the white feather fluttered down lightly, with one wing resting on Proser's right hand, his blue eyes had already turned into pure gold.

Gently stroking the wings that hadn't appeared for a long time, Prosser fanned them nostalgicly, flew high into the sky, and looked down at the god-king of the other world condescendingly.

"You are guilty."

"Well!"

With just one stare, the sinful gods screamed, and they all knelt on the ground.

Territory masters like Zeus and Poseidon can still hold on with their veins tensed, but other subordinate gods who are lower than the master god have already crouched on the ground in embarrassment under such questioning.

Poseidon stared at Zeus, "something must be done!"

"I know!" But the judging power of the killer's mace didn't work, and Zeus had nothing to do with the current situation.

Proser held the phantom of the scepter of honor in his hand, and finally transformed into a real entity from the continuous replenishment of divine power, and he issued sanctions to the gods below.

"Guilty, judge!"

"Boom - boom -"

The golden divine thunder, which was more powerful than the purple thunder just now, descended, and the souls of the sinners were thrown into hell and flowed into the River Styx.

They can't scream, they can't ask for help, they can't even beg for mercy!

Before they were about to die, they were still thinking, obviously they were gods, why could he condemn them!

"who am I?"

He brought up the question Zeus had asked earlier.

Prosser flapped his wings, and the golden light and shadow formed a divine virtual form behind him.

Excessively pure white is just the light of original sin, which is getting stronger and stronger on him.

The quality of the simple robes has been changed by these changes. Mysterious patterns are wrapped around the corners of the clothes, and the golden streamer has become the best decoration.

The long hair broke free from the ring, and it flew in the air.

He responded to this question with a new attitude.

"I am the Supreme God."