818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

Aphrodite was whimpering, but when the two of them started showing off, her crying was choked back.

Who are these people!

Start to abuse the dog if you disagree!

As the goddess of love, she can't stand it, okay!

The fusion of the resentment of being disfigured and the resentment of being devastated made Aphrodite's current face even more difficult to look directly at.

But Prosser and Hades ignored her naturally, very naturally.

Proser paused, her voice was indistinct as if she wanted to laugh.

"What about the agreed bet? You are breaking the rules like this."

Haddish: "If you think so, I did foul."

"Fouling your heart."

thump—

The heart suddenly beat faster.

Proser's face was hot, such love words seemed precious in Hades' mouth, and what he said before was to use rather than share, which in itself was a kind of emphasis on Proser.

"Speaking of which, you got back the Godhead of the God Empress?"

Hades nodded where he couldn't see it.

Prosser continued as if he saw it with his own eyes: "When?"

"Hera sent it on her own initiative," Hades said calmly, remembering the sister whose long hair was drooping and no longer clung to her arrogance. "She doesn't seem to need this anymore."

"Huh? That's it."

Prosser didn't know what kind of changes had taken place to make the power-loving Hera voluntarily let go of her attachment to the Godhead, but it was true that Hades was the Lord of Order.

Once he took over the gods, everything went unbelievably smoothly, and the whole world gave him good luck.

The most obvious change is these gods. Regardless of their original character, the world always has a way to promote development, so that they are willing to pave the way for Hades to take power.

To put it more clearly, this is the destiny that belongs exclusively to the God King, and Proser also has such a subtle and powerful luck, or in other words, most of the masters of order favored by the world have similar favors.

"The one who is loved by the world can be the king of gods."

Prosser said with a feeling.

Hades said lightly, "Yes."

In this case, Chaos also said.

"cough."

Prosser turned his head in embarrassment, avoiding Hades' breath every time he spoke, "Come with me to another place."

Hades: "Okay."

……

They stood in the city of Athens. Decades of wind and frost had left the place empty and turned into a dead city.

Prosser sighed and said: "Athens, as my first country of faith, has been destroyed."

Hades looked indifferently and said, "Do whatever you want."

Prosser: "...won't you stop me?"

He has broken many rules of the underworld all the time, and he is actually quite surprised that Hades is indifferent.

Then the doubts were answered in Hades.

Hades: "The three Moira sisters have long said that since you came to this world, your destiny has been chaotic."

Therefore, in the case of chaotic fate, the resurrection of the dead, or the ruin of a prosperous country are all acceptable.

"So that's how it is," Prosser suddenly realized, "No wonder when I first met you, you always acted very calmly towards me as if you knew something."

Hades: "..."

Hades was silent for a while, he couldn't say, the source of that feeling was Chaos' salesman, right?

Fortunately, Prosser didn't intend to pursue it. He pushed open the decaying city gate of Athens, walked in, and sighed towards the deserted city.

"Every time I see such a scene, I feel that I really shouldn't be called compassionate."

He sighed to Hades beside him, "I'm a purposeful person," and he was ruthless.

Hades nodded, expressing his understanding.

You really don't want to comfort me?

Prosser laughed, feeling helpless against Hades like this.

"Sorry, this is something I can only do now."

He said to the empty city, the sound spread far away, and then the power of light gave birth to plant seeds all over the ground, and vines were lying on top of the house.

They are budding together, and spit out stamens together, like a dream, turning this dilapidated city into an elf kingdom in fairy tales.

Little people the size of palms were born from flower buds, and under the power of the God of Light, they gradually grew up to the size of adults.

They have memories of being human, and this is also their homeland, but they seem a little lost after death.

Prosser said to them: "These unopened buds are your compatriots, please protect them, and Athens will recover from the morning light in a short time."

"is God?"

"It's really God!"

……

The people who had just woken up shouted at Prosser as if they had suddenly discovered something familiar, and they were gradually recovering all their memories.

After all, Athens is a country that believes in Proser. Even though the country was once destroyed due to jihad, but they were resurrected, they naturally continued to believe in Proser and live as believers in the God of the Cross.

"I promise, in this city, you will have no worries about food and clothing, just like a paradise on earth."

Such a promise made all awakened believers kneel respectfully on the ground and pray for God's mercy.

Prosser used words to gather their hearts, so that they could no longer fear death with peace of mind, and he even erased their painful memories with divine power.

After finishing everything, he looked at Hades, blinked, and said with a smile: "The final finishing touch."

At this time, the fate line of the three goddesses of Moira finally returned to normal.

After the matter on the ground was over, Prosser and Hades returned to Hades, and he took time to visit the Kingdom of Arente. Apollo did send Cassandra back as he thought.

De Istra, who was crying with his daughter in his arms that day, swears fiercely that he will make the whole country believe in the God of the Cross in return.

But to be honest, Prosser felt that it was fortunate that Apollo didn't care about it, otherwise such a conversion would be quite irritating.

"Yo, Your Highness the Empress of the Underworld."

Hypnos' voice interrupted Prosser's ecstasy, and he looked at him speechlessly, "Don't call me that."

Prosser's identity as the Empress of the Underworld is almost universally recognized. Although he did not take back the Holy Sword of White Light to make the final struggle, some bad friends have started to tease him unscrupulously.

Thinking of this, he sighed, "How dare you say that you liked me before?"

Hypnos came to sit beside him and said casually, "I like you now too."

Prosser raised his forehead, "Thank you so much."

Although he likes him like this, he is grateful and insensitive.

Then the two of them sat together on top of the dish of shame, staring at the dark weather in a daze.

The sky of the underworld is not comparable to the body of Uranus on the earth, but it is the evolution of the power of Hades. The gloomy darkness just takes care of the fragile soul.

They stared blankly for a while, and Hypnos said, "Is it rare that you are so free?"

Prosser was too lazy to make an expression and said, "Why, are you surprised?"

Hypnos nodded: "A little bit, I heard that you made the beauty god so beautiful that she is still hiding in the temple and dare not go out, so I don't see you being idle."

"What kind of theory is this?" Prosser glanced at him with a strange expression, "I beat her into a pig's head, of course she wouldn't dare to go out to show people a joke, but what does it have to do with whether I'm free or not?"

Hypnos said, "It seems that you haven't realized yourself yet."

Prosser watched him silently.

Hypnos said helplessly: "Didn't you notice that you can't stop at all? Your schedule is too full and emergencies always occur, which leaves you no time to relax."

"That's right! I went to harass Hades."

"Because harassing His Majesty is also on your itinerary."

Prosser fell silent at Hypnos' words.

Completely, there is no way to refute.

What's wrong with him being obsessive-compulsive?What's wrong with him being impatient?What's wrong with him just working hard!

Prosser stared at Hypnos with dark eyes for an instant.

Let Hades arrange more work for him, save him from bothering me to improve my mood.

Hypnos looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Ha ha."

"What are you laughing at?"

Prosser had a bad tone.

Hypnos shook his head, "No, I just think...you and His Majesty are a perfect match."

His gaze was looking a little far away, and Prosser didn't ask him how he came to the conclusion, but just made a complaint as a response.

"Hades and I have such a big difference in personality. Is it really because of my personality that you said such a thing?"

Hypnos: "...Prosser."

Prosser: "Yes!"

Hypnos: "Has anyone ever told you that you have a thick skin?"

Prosser smiled, "Yes, isn't there one here?"

The fingers turned, facing the sleeping god.

The mischievous smile of Prosser made Hypnos's golden eyes flash with a tender and drowning look, and he stared at Prosser with such eyes, which has never changed.

Stretching out his hand to rub Prosser's hair, Hypnos said in a helpless tone, "There's really nothing I can do about you."

Prosser shrugged, patted his unruffled head, and said with a smile: "Generally, there are no people who can take advantage of me."

"I won't play word games with you anymore," Hypnos stood up, straightened the uneven folds on his clothes, and said, "I will go to see the mother god soon, I know that your relationship is not very good, but we are friends Nothing will change."

Prosser blinked and nodded happily, "Don't worry, I never worry about this."

"You..."

"hey-hey."

To such Proser, Hypnos waved his hand weakly.

"Whatever you want, see you in five years."

Prosser raised his voice and replied, "Okay."

"correct."

Hypnos seemed to suddenly think of something, turned his head, and gloated at Prosser's misfortune.

"The god of agriculture is at His Majesty's place now, get ready."

With a click, Prosser felt that part of his heart was broken.

The boat of friendship is so fragile that it capsizes easily.