818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

"So who gave you the confidence after all? Do you think that as a loser, you have reason to let me, the winner, satisfy your self-esteem?"

Proser's mouth is no worse than a poisoned sharp arrow at this time.

Aiagos held Minos' arms on both sides, trying to stop him from rushing to die with Proser.

Radamantis stood in front of Prosser and smiled wryly as the second line of defense.

When Minos broke free from Aiagos, he would block the opponent, so he couldn't really let Chunshen be beaten by the judge of the underworld, right?

However, he now looks at Proser who came out from behind him with a wry smile, sarcastically mocking Minos.

Is this man really not afraid that Minos will go berserk and beat him up?

Even though he knew that the other party was a god, it was absolutely impossible for him to be hurt by Minos, but this was obviously an act of looking for a beating, which made Radamantis very helpless.

"His Highness Spring God..." Radamantis tried his best to be tactful, "Can you please hide behind me? Although Minos is recognized as upright, he will indeed be more cruel when he is provoked."

Prosser glanced at him, "Hide? Do I need to hide from a mere demigod? Listen up!"

The gods on the earth stepped on the ground of the underworld, but he was like the king of everyone present.

Prosser raised his head proudly, what was exuding from his bones was not the youthful vigor of the Spring God, but the coercion and solemnity of the God King from another world.

"My order should be the point of your sword. My order should be fulfilled if you destroy everything. My order will be the whole meaning of your life. This half-hearted oath also wants me to accept your loyalty?"

"Stupid demigod, go back to your court and lick the toy Hades gave you!"

"When loyalty becomes two parts, your soul is no longer worth exposing."

After saying these words, Prosser ignored the shock of the three judges, turned his head and left.

The cold wind blew through his blond hair, a golden streamer flashed in his eyes for a moment, and disappeared before anyone noticed.

The godhead of the God of Light buzzed and vibrated, absorbing the faith from the three judges.

Prosser was obviously in a good mood, so good that he dispelled the depression Hades brought him.

Originally, it is impossible for the king of gods to be restrained by the feelings of liking someone.

Who said that there is no need for other fun when there is love?

The former Guangming God King who likes to play said that grasping with both hands is the kingly way.

When Prosser, who was passing Santu River on the Styx River, looked at Charon who was driving the boat, another idea immediately popped into his mind.

Charon, who was quietly carrying the undead across the Resentment River, looked at the countless undead sinking at the bottom of the Akron River as usual, and their faces were distorted and hideous in the eyes of God.

These reckless men who could not pay the ferry fee but wanted to cross the river alone were dragged into the bottom of the water by the undead in the river.

The soul was corroded by Akron and became the new resentful soul at the bottom of the river.

And then they will do the same stupid thing again, dragging their dead kind into the river to accompany them.

Charon has stayed here for countless years, and he also saw with his own eyes how these undead changed from a small number to those who lowered their heads and looked at the water, being watched by numb faces.

"The River of Resentment is terrible..." Charon shook his oars and said in a cold voice, "Because this is the first river I encountered after death. If you can't cross it, you will sink forever..."

. . . and there is no end.

The river wind blows at the right time, and the souls on the boat seem to hear the curse of countless undead, and they resent these souls who still have a future.

Although the wind was strong, it did not lift Charon's hood, and his pale chin was pointed and thin.

He seemed to be used to the day-to-day scenery on the Styx River, and he didn't hear such whispers.

Between the opening and closing of the dark purple lips, words that made the soul tremble.

What Prosser saw was the scene where Charon arranged for the soul to disembark.

After thinking about it, he smiled slightly, and there was a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

……

Bodetti was a rich man's child during his lifetime, but his body was very fragile. He died at a young age, too late to fight as a warrior. This was the first regret he thought of after paying the ship's money.

On the ferryman's boat, he saw the painful and numb faces under the river. Were these people once the same as him?And what Charon said was also heard by him, and what he felt at the same time was the cold spreading from his bones.

If he became a warrior, wouldn't he be reckless not intending to hand over money, instead trying to rely on personal force to achieve his goal?

When he thought this way, he seemed to hear the ferryman's sneer.

When Bo Deti got off the boat, he shivered in the river wind. He was confused about his life in the afterlife, but he didn't expect to see flowers on the earth.

Such a vibrant thing thought that it would never be seen again after death... With such a touch, Bo Deti looked at the person holding the flowers, and was amazed by the instant.

It shouldn't appear in the dark underground with long blond hair that seems to be nostalgic for the sun, and dreamy eyes that are as blue as green.

Vitality and youth, beauty and tenderness are all in the gradual color.

He seems like the spring has come, and everything should be revived under his gaze.

Bode moved his lips and forgot to say something for a while.

Oh yes, he forgot that death had already taken away his ability to speak, but he forgot that the moment he saw Haruka.

Prosser smiled at him friendly, and handed a lily that bloomed into bright yellow in his hand.

Under the power of the god of spring, the flowers full of blessings will bring good luck to this boy.

Bodetti took it stiffly, and then watched him present different flowers to the next person.

The fragrance of lilies lingered at the tip of his nose, but he felt that his body, which should stop moving after death, unexpectedly roared abnormally.

At this moment, like a warrior, he no longer fears death.

Prosser saved a young man's heart with a yellow lily that had just opened and was still dripping with dew, and his impromptu thought would be the first work of the god of spring in the underworld.

Send flowers to the dead.

Soothe a lonely soul.

Hades, who was staying in the Temple of the Underworld, opened his dark eyes with his eyelids fluttering.

The shock in the underworld just now represented the emergence of a new function.

——The priesthood of caressing and reassuring the soul

Send flowers from the earth to the dead, to comfort the last regret of the soul, and let them face death calmly in body and mind.

With such a priesthood, he almost immediately thought of the God of Spring thoughtfully.

"Hupnos."

The icy voice reached Sleeping God's ears through the power of Pluto, and Hypnos, who was sleeping in the sea of ​​poppies, was shocked and woke up from his dream.

"His Majesty?"

Hades: "Go and see what Haruka has done again, and bring him to me."

"Yes."

After receiving a response, Hades no longer cared about Hypnos. Obviously disturbing the rest time of his subordinates at will is also one of Hades' powers.

Hypnos' expression changed back and forth, and finally settled on a black face.

Dreams were his domain, sleep his pleasure.

If the person who disturbed his sleep was not Hades, he would definitely let him experience the feeling of never waking up.

Hypnos gritted his teeth, regardless of the scent of poppies all over his body, he went to look for Spring God where he might be.

As for Proser, who made a new priesthood in the underworld to welcome him with a random move, he was keenly aware of the changes in the underworld just now.

If the previous underworld was maintained by nameless rules, then the current power has been strengthened.

Although he didn't think that this change was related to him, Prosser was mentally prepared to be called by Hades, but before he was called...

With a gentle smile, he tied up the hair of a young girl, and pinned the beautiful pink hyacinth in her hair.

Looking at the girl whose life was over before it even started, she happily waved at him, and then followed the other adults to where they should go.

Subtle and lonely.

That's how he felt, Prosser thought, when the first believer in him died.

Even if he sits on the throne of the king of gods, he will not forget the touch of being trusted, supported, and used as a spiritual pillar.

Proser is feared by the God of Light and the Evil God in his world, but the creatures in the lower world believe in him very much.

If it is only a god who is high above, he will not be loved so much, so what Proser does is not a god who will never bow his head.

He is the God King of Light. He emphasizes faith and never rejects trust.

Opening her eyes, the little girl's faith had been included in the light godhead, and the shimmering godhead shook for a while before quieting down, and the color was no longer as dim as before.

It seems that there is still a long time to recover, Prosser thought for a while, and made another bouquet and walked to the bank of the Resentment River, waiting for Charon's arrival.

Who said that the faith of the dead is not faith?

The gods of this world have no concept of heroic spirits at all, so believers after death will not be redeemed by the gods.They will only rule everything that is human before death, and everything after death belongs to the underworld.

According to his understanding, Hades is just a simple place of trial and reincarnation, and the corresponding concept of the Kingdom of God has not yet emerged.

Therefore, Prosser, who was in short supply of faith, unceremoniously included the belief of the dead!

Back then, Prosser’s Kingdom of God in another world was filled with heroic spirits of different races from all over the continent.

They may have been heroes, fanatics, or church leaders during their lifetime, but if they believed in him, he would definitely lead them into a beautiful world.

Being blessed and ascended to heaven by the God of Light after death, and obtaining immortal life and youth is also one of the driving forces for believers to believe in him.

When it comes to the value-added battle of faith, all the gods in Proser's world know that the King of Light is a farmer!

No one will be spared if they die!