Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 945 - 390 Reward and Arrival

Chapter 945: Chapter 390: Reward and Arrival Chapter 945 -390: Reward and Arrival “Although not perfect, he has done quite well.”

“I don’t understand your followers, nor do I know what he wants. Luckily, Mephisto is also in the Mortal Realm, let him take a trip.”

“It seems that humans themselves understand their own desires best.”

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“But speaking of which, what do you think about this ‘Destroyer’?”

Decisively, as he mulled over what to use as a reward, Asmodeus offered his idea.

Although it’s still just a vague prophecy, the alien Destroyer might not be able to annihilate Chaos. Moreover, even if It arrives, the first to be befallen will not be the Abyss at the bottom of the world, but the Divine King who governs the present world.

But no matter what, it’s always good to make some preparations in advance.

The Nine Hells do not belong to the current realm’s control, but that does not mean it has the ability to survive independently after the world’s destruction.

Upon reading that part about ‘fate’, Asmodeus also felt a sense of urgency rising within him.

Time is of the essence, and even though everything is progressing smoothly and the Nine Hells are constantly growing stronger, the necessary preparations still cannot be neglected.

After all, without foresight, there is immediate worry.

Waiting until trouble knocks on the door to think of a solution is not his style.

“…”

“Hmm…”

“…Regarding this matter, we think it’s better to make a long-term plan.”

The Ancient Serpent moved his lips slightly and said quietly.

“You know, this is a major issue and not something that can be decided lightly… Speaking of which, have you noticed that since the establishment of the Nine Hells, though we have plundered much of Tartarus’ power, it seems not only has He not weakened but has become even stronger?”

“Compared to the beginning, His stature has not decreased at all, and there’s even a subtle hint of improvement.”

“If we combine the likewise greatly strengthened Nine Hells with Him, it might even have reached the peak of Great Divine Power.”

Silently, regarding the plans of the Lord of the Nine Hells, the Serpent of the Central Court found it difficult to refuse.

But there was really nothing he could do about this issue, so the Ancient Serpent simply changed the topic.

If it were any other matter, probably Asmodeus would not care. But he could not ignore matters related to the Abyss.

“Ah? You mean…”

Indeed, seeing the Great Serpent mention Tartarus, the Lord of the Nine Hells was immediately captivated.

Indeed, he had also noticed the changes in the Abyss before.

Over the years, from the establishment of Hell to now, the Nine Hells’ absorption of the Abyss’ power was definitely not small.

However, from the senses of Asmodeus using the power of boundaries, Tartarus showed no signs of wilting but, over time, became even stronger.

Layers upon layers of realms were being born within Him, countless creatures appearing out of nowhere.

Even with the constant slaughtering in the Asura Field day and night, compared to the rate at which the Abyss was strengthening, it still seemed as minor as a drop in a bucket.

To this day, even he was not clear how many layers of realms had been born within the Abyss, how many different species of life had been nurtured.

In any case, every once in a while, there would always be some new entities among the demons charging at Hell’s defenses from the Asura Field.

Lord of the Nine Hells once thought it was an illusion of his own. He had previously failed to glimpse the true power of the least personified of the Primordial Deities, now as he grew, he slowly became aware.

But now that the Serpent of the Central Court suddenly brought up this matter, it undoubtedly proved that this is reality. Laine, with his inherent vision, should be able to see the true power of Tartarus, spawning another line of thought in his mind.

“Muspelheim, Kingdom of Flames, Blood Mother Tree, the subterranean space, and the Source Power mobilized by Zeus…”

He listed them one by one. Although Asmodeus had noticed them before, he did not think of them in this way.

However, with the awakening from the Great Serpent, he seemed to suddenly understand a lot.

Previously, when the Nine Realms merged, Hell and Tartarus together divided the power of the Flame Kingdom, and even among the six original demons in the Abyss, one’s power corresponded to them.

The Lord of the Nine Hells always thought this was an unreplicable accident, but now it seems not so.

Including the Blood Mother Tree, all these are products of an Alien Realm, captured from the Void by the power of Chaos, and ultimately becoming part of His body.

Among these forces, there are those that are complete, such as Vanaheim.

There are those that were complete but ultimately shattered, like Muspelheim.

There are also those that no longer exist in the form of a ‘realm’, becoming an extra part of the world, such as the cavities mixed in the surface and underground.

But beyond these parts easily hosted by Chaos, there are many more that He has difficulty digesting quickly.

These are the parts that do not match His Laws and Order, and to assimilate them requires enough time.

Just like “Flames”, in different worlds, often have different manifestations. Although the main body might be similar, in the nuances, there could even be contradictions and conflicts.

In such cases, one can only gradually remove the differences, and in the cycle of the world, break down their special characteristics, transforming them into the most primordial power.

However, this takes far too long, so long that it cannot be accomplished even in an era. Hence, they ultimately end up like the residual waste at the beginning of Creation, their structures broken, injected into the outworld black hole, the bottomless Tartarus.

These chaotic and contradictory forces wildly expand the mass of the Abyss, which doesn’t need to consider its persona like other Primordial Gods, for He has no persona.

He also doesn’t need to consider internal stability, because He is inherently unstable.

Countless Source Powers gave birth to countless facets, each possessing its own twisted and unique order and rules, and equally twisted life forms.

They wage war against each other or against Hell; they destroy each other or self-destruct.

In this vibration of creation and destruction, they ultimately digest these foreign bodies in the most violent ways, which is why Tartarus is growing increasingly powerful.

The Blood Mother Tree attempts to assimilate all things, but its tendrils have not yet reached into the dirtiest depths of the Abyss, not without these factors influencing.

After all, even in His eyes, Tartarus is quite a troublesome existence.

“So you mean to say, the Abyss is still strengthening, and its growth is hastening.”

“But this is just the surface; behind it, it represents that Chaos is still continually devouring existences from beyond, then incorporating them into His body, enhancing His power.”

“Even because there are too many powers from beyond that urgently need to be resolved, He doesn’t have the time to digest these minor details, thereby indiscriminately sending them into the Abyss.”

“Thus, the so-called memory of the Fates also has another possibility.”

“That is, He is indeed warning the Divine King, but not because He fears being destroyed by the Destroyer—actually, if Chaos truly sensed danger, His reaction would never be so sluggish.”

“Just like you once were, the entire world sensed the disturbance when you opened the Spirit Realm… Since Chaos has not done so, it means there actually is another reason.”

Asmodeus’s crimson pupils flickered slightly, feeling he was closer to the truth.

“He wants to warn Zeus, just wishing him to exercise more of the responsibilities of a Divine King, regulate the current cycle of the world, and thereby speed up His consumption of the Alien Realm.”

“Just by some fluke, the Fates not only failed to accomplish their mission, but were intercepted by your followers.”

“…!”

Atop the crown of Nodahill, the Serpent of the Central Court had been listening indifferently at first.

It mentioned the changes in the Abyss merely to divert attention, without giving it much thought.

However, as Asmodeus gradually analyzed, the Ancient Serpent’s expression became increasingly solemn.

Thinking about it this way, it indeed seemed quite reasonable. It had been wondering how Hermes had managed to see the remnants of Hemenu.

But considering this angle, facing the vast Primordial Water and Boundless Darkness, Chaos might indeed have had some trouble digesting.

“…Hmm, yes, that is exactly what I meant.”

The Serpent of the Central Court spoke calmly, acknowledging Asmodeus’s conjecture.

Yes, that was indeed what it thought.

“So, things are not as bad as you think; compared to the ‘Destroyer’ that even Chaos does not take very seriously, what is more worrying is the increasing strength of Tartarus.”

“Especially recently, it seems that a special, powerful demon has been born in the Abyss, which not only possesses strength comparable to other Demon Gods but also has a more stable intelligence.”

“It calls itself the ‘Demon Prince’, a descendant of the ‘King’, destined to crush Hell and unify the Abyss.”

“Although its boast is currently just a joke, given the current scale of the Abyss… who knows whether it might become the second Mother of Demons, favored by the will of Tartarus?”

Maybe Asmodeus had really guessed it correctly, but regardless of whether he was right or not, the Ancient Serpent subtly shifted the topic.

It would verify the truth.

However, as the Lord of Hell, it would do best to focus on developing Hell, striving to rapidly excel on the path of Great Divine Power, surpassing both your Father God and son.

As for matters of destruction, it would be wiser to care less about them.

…

Mortal Realm.

At the heart of the Eastern Lands.

Dusk was approaching, casting its glow on the majestic Royal City.

Through the towering city walls, the huge silhouettes of two figures could be vaguely seen at the center of the city.

The evening sun bathed these figures in a golden hue.

A tri-colored light reflected from the chest of one of the figures, illuminating the three city gates.

These were the statues of the Divine King and the Heavenly Empress, with the tri-colored light coming from the gemstone on Zeus’s Scepter.

Devout believers of the city had constructed these enormous bronze statues to gain the favor of the Deity from Mount Olympus.

They indeed got their wishes, as this became the city closest to Mount of the Gods.

Here lies Olympia, standing on its battlements, one could vaguely see Olympus through the nine layers of clouds.

On the grand avenue in the center of the city, devotees were seen kneeling and praying in the direction of Mount of the Gods.

Although not the strongest kingdom nor the most prosperous city, no country daring to worship All Gods had ever dared to attack here.

The decrees of All Gods were often issued from here, and the temples of the Twelve Main Gods could be traced here as well.

Tata-ta-ta-ta…

Down the main road leading directly to the city gate came the dull sound of horse hooves, growing louder.

Before the sun had set completely, a Centaur finally arrived at the city.

Donned in ceremonial attire, Chiron looked up.

The Mountain, the colossal statues, and the city wall united from this angle, each more immense than the last, like three shadows weighing down on all life forms.

With a somewhat melancholic expression, the Centaur didn’t know what he would encounter.

He was here to declare war, though not officially, but practically that was the case.

In Silver Moon City, when he received the task to challenge Olympia’s countries and even the Deity, he knew this would be the outcome.

As an envoy, bearing such a provocative mission, no one could ensure his safe return.

After all, as a long-living Demigod and not an immortal True God, he doesn’t age, but he can die.

“But it does not matter.”

Shaking his head, Chiron did not know that in another timeline, he would willingly exchange his life for Prometheus’s freedom from the Caucasus dungeons. He just knew that he didn’t care much about life and death.

Long ago, shortly after he first encountered witchcraft, he had asked Hecate for a prophecy, and the Goddess of the Magic Net granted his request.

On a crystal ball made from an ancient Star Core, the mists of fate gradually cleared away. Under the starry sky reflected by the stars, Chiron saw his own future.

The prophecy told him that he would face a life-and-death decision because of a Demigod… now thinking about it, perhaps it referred to Achilles.

Both were bound by fate and met predetermined deadly trials.

However, unlike him, who boldly chose to directly confront fate and seemed to return to the confines of destiny,

He chose to face it calmly, so the Centaur came here.

Clash-clash—

A sound of armor clashing with weapons began to echo, and as he approached the city gate, the large figure of the Centaur immediately attracted a lot of attention.

A group of city-guarding soldiers cautiously approached, but from their attire, they looked more like church guards.

“Halt!”

“Who are you, and what brings you to Olympia?”

A sharp call, observing the Centaur twice as tall as himself, the captain of the soldiers seemed apprehensive.

But touching the Sacred Badge on his chest, his expression became spirited again.

“I am Chiron, as you can see, also a Centaur.”

“Don’t be nervous, young man, I mean you no harm.”

Speaking calmly, Chiron explained.

“As for my purpose here…”

“Just as an envoy from Silver Moon City, I bring the bishop council’s will to convey the church’s inquiry to the rulers of this city.”