818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

According to Hades' personality, it was impossible for him to do anything to them. He just glanced at them casually, but the deterrent power of Pluto, who became the king of gods, completely doubled and lit up the boss's skills.

Facing their future bosses, this group of courageous Olympian gods naturally began to feel guilty.

At this moment, the gods watched Ares walk up to Hades, "God King, I don't really want to say the same thing as that bastard Father God, but..." His expression changed, and he said seriously : "I also regard the king of gods as my own, so you must not slack off."

Facing the God of War, Hades did not have the good temper towards Zeus and the others, and glanced at him lightly. In an instant, the powerful divine power belonging to the God of Law analyzed the crimes committed by the God of War, and then sent down punishment.

"Hades, what did you do to me?"

Ares was horrified and found that his body ran towards the earth uncontrollably.

In the sight of everyone, Hades said coldly: "Go to Hades to redeem your sins."

The back of the God of War gradually disappeared from sight, and fell deeply in the eyes of every god, and the awe of Hades was even deeper.

Among the twelve main gods, Apollo nodded at Hades. As a member of the Order side, he clearly felt the benefits of Hades becoming the master of Order.

His light priesthood, which has been suppressed all the time, is undergoing slight changes, and he is now eager to return to his temple.

Quite a few natural side gods didn't feel deeply about the king's transposition. They nodded at Hades and planned to return to their temple to check the damage.

Hades had no intention of leaving them to say grandiose scenes, so they did not stop them from leaving him. When the gods whose world view had been shocked had almost dispersed, Hermes, who stayed behind, came to him.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to hand over all the priesthood related to Hades, can I continue to serve as a messenger in the New God Realm?"

Hades looked at the god of thieves. If he remembered correctly, he also stole Pluto's invisibility cloak and succeeded.

"What makes you so attached to the role of messenger?"

When it comes to power, all the important tasks of Hades are more beneficial than the messenger of the king of God.

He was favored by Zeus before, so he still has a reason to do so.

But now, any important task that can open the gate of the underworld without going deep into the underworld has always been a good helper of the gods.

If he remembered correctly, Hermes had asked for a lot of favors by virtue of his role as a guide in the underworld.

Of course, he also caused a lot of trouble for Pluto.

Everyone thought it was stealing and playing tricks, but Hermes, who was willing to protect criminals like thieves, said such words.

"Responsibility, the responsibility of the courier is to get the letter into everyone's hands, which I find very interesting."

"I am wearing flying shoes with wings, and I am Zeus's messenger, and I want to deliver the letter to the recipient regardless of the weather."

"Whether it's eloquence, business, or sheltering thieves, it's all for the convenience of sending letters."

The flaxen-haired god shrugged his shoulders, "The thief has a wide range of sources of information, and it is easy to find the recipient through them. The same is true for business, which is also the main channel for information circulation, not to mention eloquence... Your Majesty, not just Your priesthood has been misunderstood by others, and mine is the same."

"The god of information and well-informedness is my essence, and the rest is just a side job."

Hermes raised the corners of his lips, proud of his role as a messenger from the bottom of his heart.

"So being a messenger that delivers a message is what I love."

"Ah."

With a soft sound, Hermes cheered. He saluted Hades and ran away happily.

Pluto's aura is very strong, and this messenger who loves his job has persisted to the limit no matter how simple-minded he is.

Everyone walks in the clean God Realm, and the silent wind blows through the blooming flowers of the law.

Hades was silent for a moment, and decided to wait for Prosser to come back and leave this place to him.

For the person who can't take time off, this kind of God Realm is the most suitable for him to take care of.

As if they had a heart-to-heart connection, both Prosser and Hades bought dowry gifts for each other, enough to make the other party busy.

On the snow-capped plateau in the world of Ariel, the God of Light stands on the highest peak, and the ice-snow gate dotted with aurora slowly appears.

Countless divine patterns went deep into the gate of the world with the forging process, and the rules of the ice field and the rules of light were embedded alternately.

A gate between the two realms towering high on the top of the snow peak finally stands tall under the baptism of a burst of colorful light.

Prosser looked up at his masterpiece and nodded slightly satisfied.

The gate was forged into a translucent appearance, but in fact it was hidden in the aurora surrounding it, between illusion and reality.

Complicated patterns cover the whole body of the gate, which will cause it to attract rainbows in all directions when the sun rises, it looks like gods appearing on the rainbow bridge.

No matter how you look at it, what Prosser created is more art than utility, but it's also very useful.

The divine power formed a huge golden key, which was gently pushed into the door.

Then this mysterious door, no matter how you look at it, slowly opened the boundary between the two worlds, and a glaring white light leaked out from the crack of the door.

Prosser didn't close his eyes under the strong light, and the familiar Chaos world unfolded in front of his eyes in a very familiar appearance.

The power of the Supreme God of Light is powerful and terrifying, but no one has ever had a deep understanding of his power.

But being able to open the gates of the world in two consecutive worlds is not something that ordinary supreme gods can do.

The understanding of the rules, the powerful divine power in the body, and the subtle but real luck.

These three things have contributed to Prosser's success, and they are the backing for him to shine forever in the world.

The moment the gate was opened, it was squeezed into a trickling stream, and the belief passed to him through the world became a vast river, crashing into the light godhead of the Supreme God.

The blond hair tied behind his head was blown away and broke free from the hair ring. His azure eyes turned golden in an instant, and pairs of white wings stretched out, emitting bright energy.

At that moment, Prosser felt spiritually uncomfortable, but it didn't matter, he had already endured a stronger shock than this when he returned to his own world.

If it was a river this time, it was the sea that time, submerging him directly.

Shaking his head, the belief in Chaos world still needs him to develop.

Walking in, the lamentations of believers from all over the world caused beams of light like arrows to emerge from the tips of his wings, and he coldly suppressed the anger generated by the resonance of faith.

"I wanted to go to see Hades first..." Prosser looked towards the entrance of the underworld from a distance, and finally he was still worried about the believers in this world, and walked to the nearest church.

There was too much resolute will in the resonance just now, it was a more sad voice than he had imagined.

He walked through the dense forest and passed many water lakes. His exotic appearance was undisguised, but the pure water lake fairy was attracted by his beauty and followed him quietly.

The church that Prosser came to along the way was a scorched earth that had suffered countless deaths and injuries. He felt it with his heart and found that many souls had not been taken to the underworld.

The divine light of the same source as the holy light exudes from the body of the God of Light, and the souls of those warriors with strength are inspired and fly to him subconsciously.

Prosser found two familiar faces among the empty faces, and he whispered: "Tina, Pork."

As the name of the previous life was called, the soul suddenly became vivid as if it was injected with life.

Tina blinked her red eyes, she had already lost her human form, and when she realized this, she returned to her appearance when she died in battle.

A killing angel with steel-colored wings, her skin is iron gray, and the cross of order is in her eyes, and the cross sword that has been broken in two is tightly clutched in her hand.

"god……"

The soul made a sound from her mouth with difficulty, but Tina's soul had long been worn down to the limit in the long battle.

After seeing Tina's angel of death, Prosser turned to another fighter.

Polk, a warrior who can be praised by God of War.

His condition didn't look much better than Tina's. Only one handle was left of the treasured warhammer in his hand, his clothes were torn, and there was a big hole in his throat. It seemed that he died after being pierced by a spear.

"God, you are finally back."

Compared with Tina, who had difficulty speaking, Pork seemed to be able to speak and was still very conscious.

Prosser lowered his eyes, with a pitiful smile on his face, "Do you hate me?"

This human jihad should never have happened.

Specially trained fighters like Tina and Polk were doomed to die when they got their second lives.

Polk looked deeply at their faith, then shook his head.

He was not brainwashed by the Holy Light, nor was he fooled into a foolish believer by Prosser's charisma. He saw the deep meaning behind this war.

"I see the future you speak of."

Prosser: "Huh?"

Polk raised the corners of his mouth, and a kind of calm and softness appeared on his heroic face.

"Humans dare to swing their swords at the gods, is this the first step?"

Prosser was silent for a moment and said.

"No."

Ignoring what Polk's expression changed after these words, he continued: "I am a god, so it is impossible for humans to fight back against the gods."

"Is that right?"

"Yes," Prosser explained his understanding of human beings, "Humans are very courageous, your souls are naturally full of rebellion, but you still have great potential. If there is a chance, I will not doubt human beings." Will turn their weapons against the gods who rule the world."

"Human beings are greedy, stupid, and selfish, but I can't deny that if there are no restrictions, this world will belong to you sooner or later."

Among the races under his rule, even though elves, dwarves, and dwarves all have their own racial advantages, when it comes to rapid development, they still belong to humans.

Thinking of this, Prosser said to Polk: "When the majesty of the gods is not there, human beings dare to shout the wild words of giving up the world to them and commit acts of killing gods."

"It seems that the sin that is absolutely unforgivable in the eyes of the gods is the peak that you human souls always want to challenge."

"Hehe," Polk's hoarse voice seemed to prove that he had fought for a long time beyond the limit of his body, and he repeatedly shouted, "You are right."

"I am honored to have Faith at your seat."

Prosser nodded, accepting his admiration.

Polk: "You will never fool your believers. You have done many things that gods would do."

Prosser continued to nod.

Polk: "So please...give mortals a chance, this is what you promised us."

Prosser met his pupils silently, but did not find any hatred or resentment in them.

After a moment of silence, he said: "I will create a world where humans and gods coexist. Humans will develop to what you see in the field of truth, but the gods will always be in the clouds."

"That's fine."

Polk laughed contentedly.

"I know very well how terrible it is to let humans rule the world."

Because of human greed, he knows best as a human being.

"Okay," Prosser stretched out his hand and tapped him on the head, and the divine power of Chunshen turned him into a bunch of fiery red manjusawa.

"Enough has been said, go to rest, and you are the same."

His finger touched Tina's forehead again, and this beautiful red-haired woman also turned into a bunch of red flowers and was held in his hand.

Prosser looked at the battlefield full of undead and scorched. Only then did he put down his sympathetic smile like a mask, and said helplessly, "The last wish is to drink with Tina? Why can't there be a better one?" Wish? For example..."

"Go back home with her to get married or something."

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"Look!"

"Look! Look!"

... The whispering figures gradually gathered, and they scrambled to express their admiration.

"Ah! what a beautiful person!"

"What is he doing here?"

"I don't know, you said if I invite him to our Mizusawa as a guest, will he agree?"

"It will. After all, although our water lake is small, it is much more beautiful than this post-war place."

Fascinated by the light, the water fairies carefully hide in hidden places, exchanging their sighs for beautiful things.

"Look, he's here!"

A handsome water fairy suddenly met Prosser's eyes, and immediately hid shyly among the sisters.

Prosser glanced at the group of girls over there indifferently. Their robes... If I remember correctly, they are the kind that fairies of water lakes often wear.

And the words they said fell into his ears by accident.

Proser has long been used to being praised and followed, so he didn't take it seriously.

But they were right about one thing.

A place like the battlefield is not suitable for the God of Light to set foot.

As if sensing what he was thinking, a gust of refreshing wind blew across the land that was left with nothing but scorched earth.

But no matter how refreshing it is, after turning around in this area, there is only desolation and heaviness left.

The broken hair on the side of the cheek was blown away, Proser stretched out his hand, and his round and pleasant voice sounded in the open field.

"Come on, it's time for a miracle."

The yellow sand piled up on the insteps, where the bones and weapons of many dead soldiers were buried.

The half-folded spear, the slanted shield, and the helmet without a head rolled to the side of the stone, and then moved, and a scorpion with a big tail ran out of it.

This place was originally a relic after the war, and it has lasted for a long time. Even the crows in the sky do not like to hover, and the corpse has long been integrated with the loess.

If it wasn't for the eyes of God who could clearly see the groups of undead who are dying, I'm afraid... this is a place that should have been forgotten.

"I'm so sorry for being so late."

The God of Light does not hide his apology to the believers. Even though he knows that this is necessary, he will give them a stable place for the faith that was entrusted to him before he died.

The divine power of the Spring God was about to move, and the Light God's scepter was lightly waved.

Green buds emerged from the barren and dry loess, and holy flowers bloomed. He opened his arms, and the violent wind quickly swept across the battlefield with the fragrance of flowers.

"Yeah!"

Fairy Mizusawa was blown by the wind and closed her eyes, exclaiming in surprise, and when she opened them again, she was startled by everything in front of her eyes.

Is this area full of pure white flowers a battlefield that they have dismissed before?

The God of Light lowered his eyes mercifully, and turned those eyes that should have been aloof on the dead, and the gentle divine power soothed their pain when they died.

"Good night, gentlemen."

The soul wandering here without knowing rest, as if waking up from an empty nightmare, performed the last salute to their god, surrendered all their loyalty and faith, and then collapsed into one of the countless petals.

Prosser's deep eyes fell on this field full of flowers, thinking, maybe one day they will wake up, as a flower spirit.

Even though he knew very well that even if he used the divine power of light to make up for it, it would be hundreds of years before these believers who had hurt their souls would wake up again, but the most important thing the gods lack is time.

The sun's rays are like a mother, gently spreading the warmth of hometown to this comforted battlefield.

Prosser squinted his eyes under such a light, and his blond hair was blown away when the gate of the two worlds opened and was not tied with a hair ring. At this time, it was scattered behind him like flowing water.

A silver and white forehead guard blocked the smooth forehead, and the fine long hair trembled, and the blue eyes were like a handful of intoxicating cold, full of intoxicating mist.

He looked at the extraordinarily blue sky, the white flowers swayed under his feet, and the white wings melted silently into the light.

This kind of Proser seems to be much more friendly, unlike just now, although she is gentle, the Water Fairy dare not approach her.

They looked at each other and thought it was time... to invite him, right?

But before their skirts fluttered and one of the bravest of them stepped forward to invite, a black robe suddenly floated past their vision.

That is……

They were surprised to see "people" who should not have appeared on the earth.

Her long black hair reached her waist, and her big eyes were as charming as a fairy.

The slim figure is good at dancing and singing, but it is rumored that she only dances for the only one.

She was originally a famous figure among the water fairies, but in recent decades, for some reason, she stopped pestering the lord of the underworld and guarded the pomegranate forest. Rumors of jealousy spread.

And the only one who can undergo such a big change in this short period of time is the mint fairy--Mingta.

"Welcome back."

The expression on Mingta's charming face seemed to be touched, and her soft words reached Proser's ears.

Prosser glanced at the mint grass in her hand, suddenly thought of her identity, then raised the corners of his mouth, and gently called her name.

"Mingta."

Mingta lowered her head quietly, the dark clothing set off the whiteness and tenderness of her skin exposed by the collar, but these decades have transformed her into a restrained and quiet woman.

"His Majesty Pluto is waiting for you."

"I kept him waiting," Prosser stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "I'll take you to see Hades."

Excitement flashed in Mingta's eyes, but her dignified manner was not as calm as she appeared inside. She carefully placed her hand in Prosser's palm, and then wrapped her whole hand.

"It's... great to have you back."

The temperature of the two people was transferred to each other through contact. Mingta lowered her head to block the eyes that could not continue to maintain her calm. Her heart was almost melted by such a temperature. She couldn't help but said emotionally.

Different from others, among the people Prosser knew as Chunshen, only Mingta seems to be so purely happy with his return.

"Well, I also think it's great that I'm back."

Prosser hugged Mingta into his arms, and the wings on his back spread instantly, flying to the sky and crashing into the blue.

The wind blowing head-on dissipated part of the final sound, but Mingta heard it cleverly, and immediately nestled in Proser's arms contentedly, carefully pressing his palm on his shoulder.

Mingta felt that if she didn't separate from him, she couldn't help but indulge in the warmth of being embraced like this.

"arrive."

The God of Light was very fast, and it took almost no time to land at the entrance often used by the God of Underworld.

Mingta, who was still obsessed in Proser's arms, calmed down quickly when she heard his voice, she gently pushed the male god's arms away, and said softly: "Let's go." There was no abnormality in her behavior.

Prosser nodded, folded his wings, and walked in.

Mingta, who was behind him, looked at the palm hesitantly for a while, it seemed that the temperature from just now still remained on it, and after a moment of silence, she tightly grasped that hand, and quickly chased after him.

The two got on Charon's boat, and Prosser greeted the ferryman as usual.

"Charon, has anything happened in the underworld recently?"

Charon was silent for a moment, then a gloomy voice sounded, "His Majesty Pluto has unified the God Realm."

"That's it..." Originally planning to come back, he masturbated Zeus, saving him from going to the earth and being beaten by the other party's troublemaker Prosermo. Optimistically, he felt that he and Hades had such a tacit understanding.

The rest of the journey was relatively silent. When getting off the boat, Prosser waved his hand at him and asked with some doubts: "Charon, don't you think I'm an enemy when you see me here?"

Fortunately, Mingta said that his identity as a foreign god... To put it bluntly, he thought he would be besieged when he returned, instead of being so calm.

Charon didn't move, but Prosser seemed to feel that Charon's hood's eyes fell on him. At that moment, it was as chilly as the river wind blowing on the Styx River. He shouldn't mistake it.

Charon: "His Majesty Pluto does not regard you as an enemy."

So the underworld gods all turned a blind eye.

"I see."

Prosser smiled and said goodbye again.

Mingta followed him quietly, and said softly, "Aren't you curious about His Majesty Pluto's unification of the God Realm?"

Prosser said casually, "Yes."

Mingta looked at the gentle profile of the male god in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Then why didn't you ask me?"

Prosser's forward steps stopped suddenly, and Mingta, who was following behind, almost bumped into his back.

The beautiful fairy who stopped before the last step held her forehead shyly, Mingta wanted to bump into it like this, but felt that she was really shameless for thinking like this.

Prosser: "I prefer Hades tell me."

Mingta, who was struggling in his heart, smiled with difficulty as if he had been poured with cold water.

"You have a good relationship with His Majesty."

Prosser nodded, looked at the black walls that he had passed several corners but saw one after another, and said, "I want to snatch him back and become the Queen of God."

Mingta, who was still comforting the lost love: "...huh?"

Prosser spoke in front of her seriously, "Don't you allow marriage snatching here? Although this is a barbaric and unreasonable behavior in my world, if it is handled well, it can be regarded as a romantic marriage proposal."

As he said that, he turned his head and blinked at Mingta, and said with a smile, "I really want to see Hades' expression when he was robbed of his marriage."

Mingta: "..."

No, she was also looking forward to it after being told by Prosser!

Mingta, who was accidentally led astray, chatted with Prosser about the process of snatching the marriage, and at the same time glued the broken glass heart back together.

Mingta: "His Majesty Hades should not be robbed so easily?"

Prosser agreed: "So in order to prevent him from struggling, we need to have the tools of the crime."

Mingta: "What is it?"

Prosser suggested: "How about Cupid's bow and arrow?"

Mingta was speechless: "Once the launch is in progress, there will be endless troubles."

"Haha," Prosser smiled happily, "Then let's change our thinking, love potion?"

Mingta looked at the sky, "His Majesty Pluto doesn't know how to drink."

Prosser made a tsk-tsk sound and shook his fingers, "That depends on how you drink it."

Mingta looked at him suspiciously, but he didn't know that this appearance made Prosser even more happy.

He said as if he had come up with a perfect idea: "Mouth to mouth, even Hades can't refuse, right?"

Mingta: "..."

……

This topic made Mingta speechless, until Prosser came to the position only one door away from Hades, and told Mingta that what he said before was a joke.

Prosser smiled and said, "It's not easy to meet me, what kind of frowning looks like, hurry up, be happy."

In Mingta's sight, her slender fingers lifted her long hair hanging on her chest, and those black strands of hair were scattered between her fingers.

The inconceivable nameless god with gentle demeanor, he clearly noticed the torment in her heart, so is he enlightening her in his own way?

When she was thinking like this, Mingta couldn't stop the strength from the corners of her mouth, her smile was relaxed and full of blessings, and her slender fingers pulled up the corners of her skirts on both sides to give a salute.

"As a gift in return, please let me bless you—you get what you want."

The two heavy doors opened slowly, and the light inside shone on Prosser. He nodded with a light smile, and walked in under Mingta's gaze.