818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"Hades, you are not afraid, are you?"

Prosser's face was getting closer and closer, and the sound was transmitted through the air to the eardrums, and Hades' expressionless face finally showed a slight change.

"Primitive God."

"Well, I noticed that too."

At this time, Proser, who should be full of fun, looked serious, let go of the hand that was holding Hades to prevent him from dodging, straightened up, his azure eyes approached light gold in an instant, and through divine power, he saw the person who was in front of Hades' hall. God of darkness.

"It's going to be a bit of a hassle, but I can handle it," Prosser said.

Hades stood up, "If you need it, you can come to find..." The next words were interrupted by Prosser's movements.

He bent his knuckles and tapped Hades' heart three times, then said confidently, "I can handle it well."

After being said like this, Hades watched him leave in a state of silence, and said before he walked out the door: "I promise."

He stopped walking, but he immediately reacted and walked out at the same pace. From Hades' position, he could see the corner of Proser's mouth curled up.

You don't want to always look at my back like this, do you?

Rejecting Hades' help again, Prosser seemed very happy and thought in his heart.

Because they are both men and gods who refuse to admit defeat, they are always competing with each other openly and secretly.

If he takes the initiative, he is silent, he can simply pull away and leave, and he can also speak intimate words naturally.

Feelings are like a confrontation. To face an opponent, one must not only have rich experience, but also have the courage to open the loopholes, and—hit with one hit!

He and Hades are now in opposing positions, and see each other as the only opponent in their lives.

"I don't like losing."

Prosser said to himself in his heart, even if it was Hades, he didn't want to lose to him.

Striding out of the realm of Pluto, he met Erebus, the god of darkness, under the illumination of the moon.

In the blink of an eye, Prosser restrained all his exposed emotions, and said friendlyly: "Please rest assured, I have no intention of harming this world. As you can see, I am just here to have a relationship." meaning comes to mind.

Erebus turned around with a cold snort, ignored his friendliness, and said forcefully, "Tartaros is waiting for you in the abyss, come with me."

Prosser shrugged, he didn't pay attention to such a small faux pas, the key is the god of the abyss...

Glancing at the path that needs to be passed through the darkness and night, the different rules of the two intersect and merge, appearing and disappearing before his eyes from time to time, and Proser's eyes flashed thoughtful.

It can be said that in the world of Chaos, the one he fought the most was Tartarus, and the other primitive gods, he was more teasing each other.

Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart, what an arrogant self, because he was not in the ranks of appreciation, so he never paid attention to it.

Knowing this is a bad habit, but Prosser doesn't want to change.

"arrive."

The voice of Erebus sounded, and Proser put away his thoughts, and looked at the temple of the God of the Abyss exuding an unknown aura.

This kind of majestic building standing in a long time can already amaze the viewers.

Use its own strength to resist the grinding of time, and show its own charm in the grinding.

It is obviously an inanimate object, but it lives for a long time like a god.

It seems to say that it is not only the gods who are special, there are many things in the world that are more eternal than the gods.

Such questioning of the existence of God itself is an interesting paradox for Prosser.

He himself thought happily, but the people waiting for him were impatient.

Erebus kept curling his lips in his heart. Although Nix's advice made him feel better, what is this guy looking at with a fascinated face?

Thinking of this, he looked towards Tartarus' palace.

Among their several primitive gods, the most luxurious and noble one is undoubtedly Gaia's Earth Temple.

She enjoys supreme authority as the eldest daughter of Chaos and the mother of the gods, and the entire palace is decorated with gems and gold from the earth.

And the next thing is the Knicks and his.

Their palace stood opposite the night and the darkness. It was built of dark stone, and the whole was dotted with dark gems and complex patterns.

Because the two of them are husband and wife, the decoration of the palace is also tacit.

The Temple of the Night is covered with iris patterns, and the Temple of the Darkness is dotted with the eyes of the Goddess of the Night.

Last, and easiest, is the Abyssal Temple of Tartarus.

In all fairness, the aesthetics of Tartarus is not as good as that of Gaia, even the two of them are inferior.

Only then did Erebus find out wordlessly that their eldest brother didn't even have patterns on the wall, let alone a single gemstone, to save trouble!

Where does this simple temple made of a single block of stone attract attention?And let this alien god stop for so long?

In the eyes of the God of Darkness, the shape is totally unsuitable for aesthetics, but in the eyes of Proser, it is quite satisfactory.

Although the temple of the God of the Abyss is simple, the fine craftsmanship carved out of a single piece of stone has a value beyond all patterns and gems.

There is not a trace of joint in the palace as a whole, and the edges and corners overlap perfectly.

If you look carefully, you will find that the wall that has been baptized by the divine power of the abyss for many years has already appeared divinity.

Standing in front of it like this, it seems to be stared at by this behemoth that has gone through thousands of years.

This allowed Prosser to see the horror there from the pitch-black color even if he had never entered Tartarus, the abyssal prison mentioned by the god of the underworld.

Prosser withdrew his mind from the building, smiled and said, "Let's go."

Erebus: "Hmph."

Stopped and continued to move, Prosser looked at the tall figure in front of him, thinking, he shouldn't be able to feel the chaotic vision around him as if he was being watched.

This ancient building seems to have sanity.

Every wall turned, every corner passed by, every ground stepped on, seemed to have countless pairs of eyes, staring at him firmly.

If it's a showdown... Prosser hides his indifference in his eyes, it's not so boring.

Next, he seemed to ignore the weirdness of this temple, and followed Erebus to the place where Tartarus was.

There is a very strange thing about the gods in the Chaos world. They often sit in an empty room with only a few torches and a god's throne to show their authority.

The falling veil blocked the light, which added a bit of gloom to the already empty temple.

Prosser looked around, making sure that the decoration here hadn't changed much, and turned to look directly at the eyes of the god of the abyss.

The terrifying color stared at by the abyss, which seems to lose both body and mind, is bright red. This should be a rich and festive color, but it is even deeper on Tartarus.

Prosser smiled at him, as if to say, I'm back again.

After Erebus led the people, he sat down in his seat, but the other three primitive gods did not stand up to greet them.

Such an arrangement is very disrespectful to the god king of the foreign land.

Tartarus used an icy voice.

"Prosser, the god-king of the foreign land, it seems that this is your real name."

Shrugging his shoulders, Prosser didn't take it seriously, "I prefer you to call me the Supreme God of Light, God King is just a sub-profession, but..." He raised his head and said coldly: "Doing something against me is equal to a war between two gods. The results will not change because of a title relationship."

Gaia squinted: "If we knew that you were the God King of another world, we wouldn't do anything to you."

Even primitive gods don't want to start meaningless battles with other powerful gods.

Prosser said indifferently: "Who knows?" Anyway, the matter is over, if you say you can't do it, don't do it.

Such an attitude naturally angered the noble Mother Earth, but she also knew that this person's status was not inferior to them, so she endured Proser's rudeness.

Such an attitude naturally made Prosser even more amused, and also made him more deeply aware of the reason why he hated the mother of the gods.

This seemingly proud mother of the gods, none of her pride comes from her heart.

She is proud of being the eldest daughter, proud of being the mother of the earth, proud of too many things, but never proud of being Gaia.

So even if Prosser can despise her like that, she can still hold back her anger and use various excuses to suppress herself.

To put it bluntly, Prosser doesn't value such a god who is not confident in himself, even if he is one of the five who created the world, what he values... is him!

Then his eyes moved to Tartarus, and Prosser stretched out his hand a little, and made a seat carved from a whole piece of light crystal. The overall technology was the same as that of the Abyss Temple.

Tartarus glanced at him knowingly.

After sitting on it, Prosser returned an innocent smile.

Seeing that the two men were showing their strength in a calm manner, Nix decided to open up the dialogue space with the original god first.

"We don't want to be your enemy," she said.

Prosser said cheerfully, "Me too."

Nix was not relieved by such a refreshing, but continued: "If I say let you leave our world, can we forget everything you have done to this world?"

Although Prosser was smiling, he didn't ask or answer this question, changing his previous quickness.

Erebus got angry when he saw him like that, and said sarcastically, "You're not smiling, why don't you just say what you think?"

Prosser folded his arms around his chest, following the words of the God of Darkness, he lifted his previous state of silence, and said, "Then I'll just talk about my opinion."

The blue eyes swiftly swept over everyone present, and then fell back on the god of the abyss.

"Tartaros, is that what you mean?"

Prosser said with a sneer, "Is there any idea in this stupid question?"

"you!"

"Errie!"

The Evernight Goddess hugged her husband's body, and Gaia looked at the God of the Abyss with them, just to see how Tartarus would react.

Tartarus, who became the focus of attention, raised a strand of black hair that fell to his thigh, moved his thin lips, and said a word indifferently.

"Do not."

Hearing the expected answer, Prosser smiled.