Radiant Enemy

Chapter 35 The Goddess of Death in Hades

Hilgna is dreaming.

But this time he didn't enter Dilmudor's dream, but a dark infinite space.

Hilgner didn't feel panicked. After he tested the border of this place, he couldn't touch it at all, and after the darkness followed him like a thick fog, the white-haired king gave up exploring this dreamland.

Of course this wasn't his dream, and Hilgner vaguely sensed whose handwriting it was.

But since the owner of the dream brought him here, he naturally had something to say.

According to that Your Excellency's character, I'm afraid it's an idea to scare him well before talking about the matter.

In this way, she can naturally have the upper hand in the conversation.

Hilgner wasn't in a hurry, he was enjoying himself a little while wandering in the darkness.

If it is other ordinary people, I am afraid that they will go crazy in this world without sound and light.

Hilgner closed his eyes and counted the time silently in his heart, so as not to lose his senses and sharpness in the dark.

The flow of time in the dream is naturally different from that in reality. When Hilgna has counted to 25 seconds, the prankster is finally willing to show up.

The darkness flooded into a corner in the blink of an eye, as if someone lifted the blackout curtain covering Hilgna's eyes, allowing the light to reappear.

In the darkest and deepest place, a figure wearing crow feathers stood there silently, her eyes were blood-like crimson, and the corners of her robes rolled like thick fog, carrying an ominous aura.

Even if you just look at it from a distance in the dream, you can feel that this visitor is not good at being scary.

"According to the agreement, I have already obtained the qualification to sit on the negotiating table with you - the whole of Ireland has surrendered to me, and I am already the only king of this land, Lady Morrigan."

Hilgna opened his eyes, and looked at Morrigan, the Goddess of Death who governed the underworld in this land.

"I was still thinking about which desperate brat not only dared to dig the entrance to my Hades God's Domain, but also had the audacity to make an exchange with me." The famous figure walked in front of Hilgna, and the dream also As she walked, it changed into a desolate, cold, and silent scene of Netherland.

"It's a terrible human being. I didn't expect you to actually do it."

Even though he has already found the entrance to Hades, Hilgna doesn't want to go there without returning, and the gods are arrogant and willful, and they are hundreds of times more difficult than Maeve - because they possess power that Hilgna cannot rivaled.

The identity chip of the king of La Grozita is not precious enough, and it is not rare enough, so Hilgner turned this identity into the whole of Ireland.

As the goddess of death in this land, she must have listened to the deal proposed by the only human king in her jurisdiction.

Whether it was for curiosity, for fun, or for the possible benefits that Hilgna might bring.

As long as you are interested, with this start, Hilgna has a lot of opportunities to make Goddess Morrigan realize her wish.

The Goddess of Death's eyes seemed to see through Hilgna, and Hilgna let her look at him calmly, and the shadowy mist began to climb up from his feet, as if to put Hilgna's body on the ground. Swallow it all in.

It wasn't until the thick black mist had swallowed Hilgna's chest that Morrigan, the goddess of death, let the mist disperse as if she was bored.

Until now, her appearance was completely and faithfully presented to Hilgna.

Morrigan had raven-black hair, her skin was snow-white, and her eyes and lips were as bright red as if she had absorbed blood.

Her beauty had the paleness and coldness unique to Hades, which made Morrigan appear unreasonably cruel and cruel, but a black mist shrouded Morrigan's face like a veil, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Come on, you spent a lot of time giving me so many gifts, and you said you wanted to make an exchange with me. I'm curious, what do you want to impress me with, and what do you want in exchange?"

Morrigan pursed her lips slightly, and her feathers slid gently across the white sandy ground, making a rustling sound, which made people think of snakes hidden in every dark corner for no reason, and it was creepy.

"I would like to exchange the method of allowing the person who stepped into your God's Domain to return to the human world." Hilgna saluted the goddess of death and said softly.

The Goddess of Death narrowed her beautiful eyes, and pressed her body fiercely towards Hilgna: "What courage—are you trying to bring the dead back to the world! Do you know that I am the Goddess of Death, and my The dead have never been reborn in their hands!"

Hilgna stared quietly at the goddess of death with blue eyes.

Even though the power and coercion of the gods made Hilgna's eyes gradually ooze tiny tears of blood, the white-haired king wiped them away as if nothing had happened, and continued with the action just now.

"Your name will be sung in this land, countless treasures and offerings will be offered before your case; your temples will be built in various cities, and every harvest season, the fattest lamb and The tenderest piglet must be the first to pay tribute to you—as long as I live, the name Morrigan will be associated with beauty, wealth, power, and strength."

Hilgna said these words calmly, making Morrigan, who had already smiled ridiculously contemptuously at him, pause for a moment.

But soon, the goddess of death recovered from the beautiful scene depicted by Hilgner, and showed a cold and bloody smile: "How is this possible? Everyone in Ireland knows that I, Morrigan, is the incarnation of death. Evil and fear are synonymous, and my agents, crows and vultures, black cats and snakes, are driven away by all human fears, and you say you want them to respect me, love me, and enshrine me? Impossible!"

The Goddess of Death's resolute and distrustful appearance made Hilgna slightly curl her lips.

"Dear Goddess of Death, you should be able to see the human world from the underworld, right? How did I climb from a mere merchant's son to the throne of La Grocchita step by step, and how did I bring Ireland into my hands."

Hilgna smiled and spread his arms to the goddess of death, and exposed all his weaknesses to Morrigan defenselessly: "Don't you think I can't do it? But throughout the ages, as the son of a merchant, as the son of a merchant I'm afraid it's just me?"

Morrigan calmly pointed out the error in Hilgna's words: "But you are actually the son of the king of Laglochita—since you belong to the royal family, how can you be considered the son of a merchant?"

"But to everyone in the world, I am indeed the son of a merchant." Hilgna took a step forward and approached Morrigan, but the cold goddess of death subconsciously took a step back, and those bright red eyes emerged. There was a little panic.

But the fluctuation flashed extremely fast, if Hilgna hadn't been staring at Morrigan, otherwise he would have missed it.

The smile on Hilgner's face deepened, as if he saw the joy of seeing the long-awaited prey about to fall into the net. He acted as if he didn't see the Goddess of Death's retreat and panic, and took another step forward: "And I am a businessman. Isn't it an unprecedented miracle to become the king of Ireland as the son of the son?"

"There are pros and cons, the outside and the inside, what the reality shows. What they can see is only a one-sided piece."

"You can send death to the enemy, bring wealth to the believers, and your prestige will be recorded far and wide. In this way, when the time is right, maybe I can invite you to the temple, so that you can show up with the image of the god In this world, enjoy the celebration held by believers for you."

Hilgner calmly explained: "This is a risk-free and interesting transaction for you, isn't it?"

Morrigan was lost in thought, she was indeed tempted by Hilgna's proposal.

Even gods have their own likes and dislikes.

As the goddess of death, Morrigan is alienated and feared by humans and gods, and all she can get is a cold corpse and a cold soul. For thousands of years, she has never seen the sun, flowers and plants, or touched a warm one with her own hands. animal.

But based on age conversion, Morrigan can be considered a young girl, and it is really torturous for a girl to stay in a place that is lifeless and lively all day long.

The things Silgner described to her were full of temptation and brilliance, and they were easily available, requiring little effort, which made her hesitate.

But do I really want to let go of my soul for such a possibility?

On the way Morrigan fell into contemplation, Hilgna did not treat himself badly, he sat in a relaxed place as if in his own palace, very comfortable, if not for the lack of wine glasses or snacks in hand, Hilgna might still be leisurely Taste it.

Anyway, in a dream, the passage of time is not important. Just when Hilgna began to study whether the white sand under his feet could be brought to the world—sand is a major raw material for making cement—Morrigan had already considered it. .

The Goddess of Death showed a wild and arrogant smile, and the robe on her body turned into flying crow feathers, sweeping Hilgna's sight.

"You are a bold and interesting human being! For the sake of such an interesting proposal, I will give you a sweetener - gather my feathers and attach it to the body of the person you want to take away , the gatekeeper of Netherland will naturally let that soul go and return to the human world."

"Let me remind you, Hilgna. Although my feathers can temporarily incarnate the soul and reanimate the corpse, once the feather falls off the person's body—or you as the carrier died……"

Morrigan giggled, as if looking forward to it: "Their souls will return to Netherland again, and even if someone gets my feathers, they can't bring them out again, understand?"

Hilgner nodded, expressing his understanding.

Morrigan's feather is like a one-time pass. If you want to stay in the world, you must carry it with you. Once you lose it, you can only be sent back to the country.

And once Hilgna, their guarantor, died, he would naturally be repatriated immediately.

This is easy to understand.

Although the transaction should have come to an end after Hilgna got Morrigan's feather, Morrigan looked at Hilgner rolled his eyes and thought of a way to get back on the field.

"There are interesting things in your soul that don't seem to belong to this land—I helped you get them out."

As Morrigan's words fell to the ground, Hilgner only felt that some film in his mind was torn off.

At best, this was just Hilgna's subjective feeling, but what Morrigan somehow took away brought him memories and emotions that Hilgna thought he had long since forgotten.

——That belongs to the distant age of the gods, about the glorious and vast Uruk.

Those hazy and fuzzy memories are like glass that has been wiped of dust and fog attached to the surface at this moment, clearly and thoroughly reflecting the things that Hilgna had forgotten by him.

And the emotions that have been sealed for an unknown number of years are like a dam with the box door opened, and it pours violently, completely submerging Hilgna.

The author has something to say:

Get the plug-in: the blessing of Hades√

Hilgna's unique skill, King's Charm A+.Anyone who looks at him for more than a certain period of time has nothing to do with magic power, as long as they have a good impression and curiosity about him, they will automatically double their good impression [no

The next chapter should go back to Uruk, telling the story of Hilgna lily (infancy) and Gilgamesh lily (infancy), and Enkidu will appear~

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