818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"What a casual person," Hermes said with his hands behind his head, smiling at the trembling princess, "It seems that you have been forgotten by him."

"Wow!"

Cassandra whimpered in fear. What happened these days made the spoiled girl suffer a lot.

Hermes shrugged his shoulders, "How should I deal with you?" Looking at her shivering appearance, he said helplessly, "Don't worry, since he has come to your door, I don't have the guts to do anything to you, no matter what How to say, your luck is outrageous, that is a guy that the gods dare not mess with, and he will act for you."

After saying this, Hermes looked at Apollo as if he hadn't expected it, but he didn't expect his expression to be so ugly.

Hermes swallowed the doubt that was on his lips, and changed to another sentence.

"Apollo, you don't look well?"

His face was too condensed.

Apollo's blue eyes lightly reflected the color of the light, looking beautiful, and then he said: "I brought Cassandra back, and I will send her back to Arendt tomorrow."

"It's up to you," Hermes shrugged his shoulders, and he didn't ask further questions knowingly.

Apollo walked in a hurry, and the look from his back revealed the panic that would make Aphrodite laugh.

"Speaking of the Goddess of Beauty..." Hermes remembered that the little Cupid once mentioned to him that many of Aphrodite's believers converted to the God of the Cross, so in the holy war, many battlefields were on her Faithfully...

"Will they conflict?"

If I remember correctly, in the recent news, the rumors that Prosser walked slowly on the ground and restrained the souls of believers were gradually being confirmed.

Although it looked like he was preaching, he learned from the mouth of death that it was a requiem method.

"It's not going well now."

Hermes nodded his lips and said playfully.

Aphrodite was very cruel to converted believers, so Proser would definitely make her look good when she went to those places.

"But it's none of my business, so I'd better not worry about it."

Hermes lay on the back of the bull, closed his eyes under the warm sunlight, and thought coolly.

Under the prophecy of the god of information and psychic knowledge, Prosser and the god of beauty did break out in conflict.

Because there are not many battlefields left, Proceso and Hades go on a date together on the land.

"It's always those places in the underworld. To be honest, I'm a little tired."

Facing Prosser who said this with a depressed face, Hades silently agreed.

Then the journey of the two of them is to reach the land of faith of the God of Beauty all the way.

These places were deliberately set aside by Prosser, because the negativity emanating from those lands was growing rapidly.

"I seem to have forgotten to take Cassandra back." Prosser glanced at the black earth and said with a smile, "Although Apollo will definitely send her back."

As soon as the name Apollo appeared in Proser's mouth, Hades would look at him inexplicably, "You admire him?"

Prosser blinked, and what he said surprised Hades, who thought he would get an affirmative answer.

Prosser was surprised: "Why do you think so?"

Hades: "Isn't it?"

"of course not."

Hades: "..."

Prosser nodded, thinking about his words.

"In fact, I don't like him very much. As a god of light, he has too many impurities."

Hades: "What do you mean?"

Prosser spread his hands: "It's very simple, as if pure light endows the world with the color of the entity in a virtual state. Although the sun god represents the light in human cognition, the light itself does not originate from any entity."

"For me, Apollo's concept of light is still too immature, and he is not even a competent god of order."

Hades said lightly: "This is normal, Apollo used to be the God of Darkness."

Prosser's footsteps stopped, and the positions of the two walking side by side suddenly staggered. Hades turned around and looked back when he found out, just in time to hear Prosser say.

"No wonder I didn't like him from the beginning."

Hades raised an eyebrow.

Prosser said with a confused look: "Hades, maybe you don't believe me, but before I became the God of Light, I was just an evil god."

His palm was pressed against his heart, where was the heart full of tyranny and blood, and he was once an enemy of the gods.

"Then how did you become the God of Light?" Hades asked without questioning.

Instead of believing that the evil god can become the god of light, he believed in every word Prosser said.

That's how the Supreme God, who kept his mouth tightly shut, can easily tell the dark history of the past.

Prosser smiled, walked quickly to his side, and said, "I'll tell you later."

Hades looked at him silently, "Yeah."

"Our destination has arrived!"

Proser and Hades walked through this hillside, and they saw the country at the foot of the hill. It was a lush land, which was given to his lover by the God of War.

"However...it seems that we came at a bad time."

Prosser's face darkened when he said that.

God's eyes could easily see what was going on in the country, and Hades frowned at the dire situation.

The believers of the God of the Cross were driven together in large numbers and suffered inhumane torture while they were alive.

The cross they believed in became a sharp weapon to bind their hands and feet, and they were burned on the cross.

The sharp wooden stakes pierced through the chest and abdomen, and they were tortured to death under the scorching sun.

And the bodies of those dead people were hung outside the city like trophies, attracting crows.

Prosser looked deep, "Let's go there,"

Hades glanced at him and nodded silently.

Two noble gods walked through the dense forest of corpses. Pluto didn't say that he saw many battle-dead souls mixed with these ordinary souls, and his mouth was opened wide as if cursing. He believed that Prosser could see this. Intangible hatred.

"Hades."

When we came to the edge of the city, Prosser shouted in his nice voice.

Hades replied, "I'm here."

Prosser laughed lowly, the shadow blocked his face, and his indifferent voice seemed to be telling him the danger at this time.

"Wait a minute, I might not look good."

Hades: "It's okay."

Prosser smiled, and said as if talking to himself: "That's good."

Then he stretched out his hand and waved vigorously towards the sky, and an extremely strong beam of light descended from the sky, shaking away the large white clouds in the blue sky in an instant.

The white light pierced Earth Mother's body like a sharp arrow and covered him.

Afterwards, Prosser spread his hands flat, bringing the sound of the wind, and the white light sensed the supply of divine power, and the area covered rapidly expanded until it covered the entire country.

His angry voice came to mind in the air, cold and lifeless, but with a strong divine power descending.

"Slaughter my people, torture my followers, Aphrodite, you have angered me!"

The goddess of beauty who was enjoying the wine in the temple sat up straight, she couldn't believe that the other party was so domineering.

As the most beautiful goddess in the world, it is natural for her to be self-willed. In her mind, male gods don't have to follow her, but if she loses her temper a little, they shouldn't even have the tolerance to tolerate it?

But Prosser played his cards so unreasonably, he didn't declare war at all.

God knows, Aphrodite feels that she is very wronged. She just punished some converted mortals. As for fighting her so shamelessly?

That alien god is also kind!

Although Goddess of Beauty gritted her teeth with hatred in her heart, she still didn't appear on the ground. God knows how much psychological shadow the scene of God blocking and killing God caused her.

Struck by the thunder of judgment, Aphrodite couldn't guarantee that she would not turn into black scorched earth.

"Aphrodite!"

There was another scolding.

Meishen played dead like a snail.

The corner of Proser's mouth twitched, he didn't expect the other party to be such a model.

He turned his head to look at Hades. The current God Realm is in the space he created. As the master of order, he has the ability to pull the Goddess of Beauty out.

Prosser: "Help me get her out, you don't have to do anything else."

He said this because he was afraid that Hades would dislike his tough style, after all, it didn't match his usual image.

Hades silently followed Prosser's request, but his deep eyes seemed to say that he was not against doing anything for Prosser.

Feeling the subtle energy fluctuations in the space, Prosser moved his fingers and said cheerfully: "I don't have a creed not to hit women, are you ready?"

In the blink of an eye, the Goddess of Beauty who was shrunk in the temple appeared in front of the most feared demon in her life. She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her pale fingers trembled as she pointed at him.

"You you you...how are you here!"

Prosser showed a big smile, "It's all small things, I need to have a good talk with you now."

Aphrodite folded her arms tightly, eyes full of fear, watching Prosser's figure getting closer and closer.

"Help!!"

Hades looked away as if avoiding suspicion, and when he heard the scream of Beauty God, the position of his shoulders moved down slightly.

Cleaning up the perfect god, Prosser came back with a refreshed expression, and Aphrodite who followed him was beaten into a pig's head. In the past, when she cried, she could be called a beautiful face with beautiful eyes and tears, but now it only makes people think of wanting to cry. no tears.

Aphrodite: "Hey!!!!"

Hades watched silently, then turned his head away, this time not to hurt his eyes.

He said, "Did you slap her in the face?"

Prosser nodded, "I've always thought that beating the pain there is the best way to treat the symptoms."

Hades: "...just as long as you are happy."

Prosser smiled: "Next..." He moved his fingers and pointed to the sky and the earth again. The mysterious text was transmitted to the land of this country through his divine power. His expression was solemn, but it seemed that there were unknown rules passing through him and the world. connected.

"The resurrection of the dead."

The four simple words spit out from his mouth.

The following white light showed the meaning of these four words to the extreme.

In the land shrouded by the sacred beam of light, the souls of warriors turned into flying flowers, the dead believers were reborn from the ground, and even those hanging corpses stretched their limbs and let themselves down.

Human beings turned into ashes were able to continue their lives again. This was a scene that challenged the rules, but Pluto turned a blind eye to it.

And there will be no surprises in the city's subsequent development. The living believers will be pleasantly surprised to see their relatives resurrected, and the murderer who killed people will find himself a sinner.

This was just an ordinary scene of status reversal, but it restored Prosser's lost prestige.

From then on, his divine name will be handed down together with the cross for thousands of years, and the beliefs from mortals will never stop flowing to him in the form of rivers.

Prosser resurrected the dead by means of his own world, closed his eyes and felt the feedback of the rules.

"Looks good... Hardy... S..."

Prosser, who was hugged suddenly, was surprised by the other party's initiative, and he softly called the person behind him.

"This is the resurrection rule I have mastered. It was originally integrated into the Godhead of Spring God. Now I sacrifice it to the world, so you, the King of Pluto, can also use this kind of power."

"happy?"

"Ah."

There was a silent yes, but Prosser was very happy.

"As long as you like it."

Hades silently raised his head from behind him, without saying a word, as silent as a shadow.

It was also the first time for Prosser to give a gift just to make the other party happy, and he was a little shy in such an atmosphere. He coughed lightly, and casually said: "It's so convenient to be able to send the power of Beauty God instantly, if it weren't for you , I still have to go to God Realm to get her here."

"Want such power?"

Prosser was stunned, and nodded foolishly.

The power of Pluto's deep voice in the ear is really the kind that breaks through the magnetism of the wall of the soul, making people want to drool.

Hades said, "I have a way."

"What way?" Prosser blinked and asked.

Hades: "Become the Queen of God," he stretched out his hand behind Proser's back, smoothing the braid of black and gold interlaced hair, "you can use my power."