Chapter 170 Pluto, Pluto Moon and Lucky Man

He hid his figure in front of Momon and observed silently for a while, until he was sure that the other party did not intend to seek Prometheus' help, Mephisto smiled with satisfaction.

He chose the latter between Orson and Momon because he was more in line with the requirements. There was no need to monitor the follow-up. Since Momon did not intend to say it now, it was likely that he would not say it later.

After signaling the two gods who had been observing just now, Mephisto went out of the human tribe first. The temples of the gods are everywhere here, and it is not a safe place after all.

After all, as an outsider, there is a gap between his breath and the real world. Ordinary gods have little knowledge and may not understand what this feeling is, but those powerful gods can recognize it.

"Are you human? Didn't the silver humans die at the turn of the era?"

Not long after, as soon as he left the tribe of bronze humans, Keto, who was already full of doubts, couldn't help but ask out loud.

Zeus did not publicize the fact that he secretly sent the rainbow goddess Iris to deal with the "remnants of the old times", so the public explanation was just like what Keto said, that everything was due to the disaster at the time of the change of era.

"Yes, in fact, I was indeed a silver human."

Nodding, Mephisto dispersed the black mist that enveloped the two.

"But it doesn't mean that I am still a silver human now. Before the great Lord of the Nine Hells promoted me to a god-like existence, the silver human was already different from the past."

"Now, we call ourselves devils. And I am the lord among devils."

"I was granted the third-class title by the Lord of the Nine Hells, which is the title he uses to divide the status of the lords of hell."

Perhaps because they had been in close contact with the source of darkness, or perhaps because of the changes in the environment after the Nine Hells merged that part of the power, in short, the first generation of devils are naturally close to darkness.

Walking in the world, the blessing of the Nine Hells has been weakened by more than half, but Mephisto's affinity for darkness has not. These powers called 'elements' did not reject his call at all, but instead changed according to his will.

This creation called [Magic Net] is indeed very strange. Although it binds the elements, it does not refuse any existence to use it, just like a simple tool to sort out the power.

But anyway, this is a good thing. Being able to drive the power of elements also gives him a lot more means in the mortal world.

And if nothing unexpected happens, if the human before drinks his blood, he can also gain some similar power from it.

"Title?"

Hearing another unfamiliar word, but Keto can probably understand the meaning of this sentence.

Probably like the level of divine power of gods, it is a division of this special 'regional god' power.

"So what are you doing here, just to talk to a mortal?"

Shaking his head slightly, Mephisto did not expect the other party to understand his intentions.

"It's troublesome to explain. Instead of paying attention to me, you might as well think about yourself, lady."

"Since you left Olympus, it proves that your status to the God King is probably not as good as your enemy. So you need to find a powerful enough existence to get protection, so that you can continue to do what you want."

Speaking calmly, Mephisto was not ready to find a second human immediately.

Most of the bronze humans today are still pious. They don't know the little tricks of their creator and priests at all. In this case, even if he can persuade a few people with words, it will be twice the result with half the effort.

Using the simplest way to do the most things, this is his life creed. And even if it was only half a day, Mephisto had already figured out the current situation of the human tribe.

Just like a volcano about to erupt, it only depends on when it will explode. He doesn't need to do anything extra, just find a few suitable candidates among these priests, and then quietly wait for Prometheus to destroy himself.

When the time comes, humans who have lost their creator can be corrupted by him from top to bottom.

"So what do you need me to do and what can you give me? Until now, I don't even know who the 'Lord of the Nine Hells' you mentioned is."

Not knowing the plan that the person in front of him had secretly made, he frowned and asked.

"And 'faith' is the secret of the God King you mentioned? But I didn't feel this power at all."

"Of course you can't feel it. You are not a natural god, and you represent a part of the world. Whether humans know you or not, as long as the place where they live is related to you, they can provide you with some faith. You are not the founder of some kind of skill, culture, or legend among humans, and you can draw strength from it."

"If a god can gain faith, then this is not a secret. Why do you think the God King forbids humans to approach the ocean?"

Mephisto said lightly that he had felt faith.

After becoming the lord appointed by the Lord of the Nine Hells, he can get blessings from his 'territory' and have god-like power, but as he entered the world, this blessing was cut off by most.

And other demons living in his territory will intentionally or unintentionally provide him with such a belief. Even if the proportion is small, it exists to some extent.

"Belief or something has nothing to do with you now. It is the key to the fight between the truly powerful gods in the future. I can almost foresee that sooner or later, the God King on Mount Olympus will allow humans to gain the ability to reproduce, and then One day in the future, perhaps the gods will divide themselves into camps and become enemies with each other."

Looking at Ceto, in the previous exchange, Mephistopheles knew about the divine power she had, the disguised and false 'beauty'.

Now, this power may not be useful. But when humans can reproduce, this is a very useful authority.

The first wave of souls had the folly of the Illuminati, and Mephistopheles was already sure of it. Now, in order to perfectly fulfill his agreement with the Lord of Nine Hells, he had to think in advance how to obtain souls continuously.

He can't be so straightforward later, otherwise neither the gods on Mount Olympus nor the beings in the spiritual world will let him go.

"As for what I need you to do, actually now, I need this Ms. Megara's help even more."

Looking at the goddess of jealousy aside, Mephistopheles slowly promised:

"Help me stir up the jealousy of humans, madam. Stir up their jealousy of immortality and power, but don't make it too obvious."

"The River Styx testifies that if you are willing to obey my orders in the next thousand years, then when everything is over, your wishes will be fulfilled."

"especially you."

Mephistopheles looked at Ceto, and he already knew what the other person really cared about.

"The true nature of gods cannot be changed under normal circumstances, but with the reshaping of the power of the world, nothing is impossible."

"At that time, although you will only master 'false beauty', it will not affect you at all. You can 'become' real beauty——"

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Today's bronze human tribe is really lively. In a short period of time, more than one god passed by here, but none of them attracted Ryan's real attention.

He just glanced at it, then continued to sit at the table, waiting for dinner with Lyanna.

Of course, gods can skip meals, but that doesn’t mean they can’t eat. On the contrary, most of the gods of Chaos will not give up this behavior, and Ryan is no exception.

Now, they were at the edge of the human tribe, in a bronze human home, watching a small figure busy in front of the fire.

Although he is not big in stature, his movements are very skillful, and he always does similar things at first glance.

"Ender, are you sure you don't want our help?"

Looking at the busy figure of the eleven or twelve-year-old 'boy', Ryan said with a smile.

"No need, big brother, I can do it!"

Shaking his head in refusal, the young man did not stop what he was doing.

His name is Ender, and he is also a member of the bronze humans, but he is the second batch of humans created by Prometheus using the remaining materials.

Although only less than ten years apart, this generation of bronze humans were all children because the Illuminati wanted to imply that the God-King created women. Someone like Ender, who looks about ten years old, is already considered the older one.

However, unlike children in later generations, humans at this time are God's creations. Even if they are far inferior to golden humans, they still have physiques that far exceed those of mortals in later generations.

Like Ender, despite his young age, his strength is no less than that of the adult men of later generations, so he has an independent residence and, like other bronze humans, can survive on his own.

Previously, Ryan decided to take Lyanna to experience life in primitive society and gave a gift that he had prepared. So he used witchcraft to obscure the people around him and Lyanna's understanding of him and Lyanna, making them think that they were two 'normal bronze human men and women', although there were no women at all among humans at this time.

Then, he randomly selected a lucky viewer and decided to stay at his house for a few days.

But unfortunately, the lucky audience member who was selected in the first place failed to seize the life-changing opportunity. He didn't know how incredible the gift Ryan was planning to give was to a mortal creature, but he just treated this pair of 'down-and-out' fellows with a cold shoulder. Lyanna was very angry about this, but Ryan didn't intend to argue with the other party and just laughed it off.

After so many years, his mentality has long been different from the past. Just like he could sit back and watch the bronze humans face their doomed destruction, he could naturally not care about the unconscious offenses of mortals, because from beginning to end, Ryan didn't take them to heart.

The bronze human gave him a somewhat familiar feeling, but only a little.

But after Ryan was rejected, next to the guy who was hard to say whether he was lucky or unlucky, Ender felt sympathy for the two big brothers and sisters whose houses collapsed, so he invited them back home. .

Then there was the current scene. Ender was working hard to prepare dinner, but there were two 'adults' sitting at the table with no intention of doing anything.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Lion and Lyanna looked underground. Both of them sensed that at this moment, the master of the underworld came outside the underworld and was releasing his divine power to show his presence.

Although the power of the gods in the underworld has been limited to a certain extent because of the Lord of Darkness who took action during the turn of the era, it is far inferior to that of the earth and ocean. At this moment, above the symbol of his priesthood, the power displayed by Pluto is still very powerful.

Especially as one of the two core components of the underworld, he is naturally favored by the laws of this underground world that is vaguely a world of its own.

"It's Hades. He should be here for the dead."

Looking at Ander's busy figure, Ryan said with a smile.

"It seems that he is not as honest as he used to be. It's just that compared to that stupid brother, he knows how to judge the situation better."

"If you need me, I'll deal with him right away."

The tone was serious. Although most of the gods of Olympus didn't know that the underworld moon was considered the "front door" of the spirit world in the past, Hades' behavior of running to the door was still regarded as a provocation by Lyanna.

Obviously, Lyanna didn't notice what the other party had done to the dead before. After all, that little power of faith was really not taken seriously by her.

For Ryan himself, the role of faith is actually very limited. After all, although he still lacks a little in divine power, it can be foreseen that it will not take long, as the world's intelligent life becomes more prosperous, this defect will be made up. So all the faith that flowed to him, except for half that went to the [Civilization Slate], the remaining half was directly distributed to Lyanna.

In comparison, the mere 10,000 undead really had little presence.

"That's not necessary. The undead are more or less your believers. If Hades can make some good suggestions, it's not impossible to accept them."

After thinking for a while, and thinking that Lyanna had basically no experience in making decisions on her own, Ryan planned to use this as the other party's experience package.

"Ander, Lyanna has to go out to do something, you go slower, we will wait for her together."

He greeted the little guy next to him, and after getting a positive answer, Ryan finally reminded Lyanna:

"You decide this matter yourself. Whether you agree or refuse, it's your business."

"No matter what choice you make, I support your decision - but remember to come back quickly, and don't miss Ander's dinner."

"Yes."

Nodding in agreement, it is obvious that in the minds of the two, Hades's affairs are not as important as the first meal in the human tribe.

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On earth, the marriage of the God King is still going on.

It's just that Zeus' invitations have been sent to all the gods of Olympus, but he has forgotten Hades.

This is not intentional. In fact, because the underworld is a world of its own, it rarely interacts with the outside world, and no gods on earth like the environment there. In addition, some invitations to the gods of the underworld were often rejected. Over time, the gods often forget Hades.

But Hades doesn't care.

Standing above the Garden of Truth and overlooking the earth, the underworld is as desolate and secluded as usual.

The lilac moonlight shines on the gray earth, and countless white bones wander unconsciously, instinctively absorbing the ownerless magic power dissipated in the moonlight.

Among the dead, there are occasionally beings who have awakened wisdom. But they will soon be found by several underworld gods patrolling the underworld, and then taken to the Garden of Truth.

The wise dead build buildings and temples here, worship the moon, and then reluctantly pay respect to the master of the underworld. Hades sees all this, but he can do nothing about it.

In fact, Hades actually discovered the existence of faith earlier than his brother who ruled Olympus, but he found it useless because the dead are not human.

The dead will not reproduce, and there are only a few with wisdom, and there are only tens of thousands to date. On the other hand, most of their faith flows to the moon.

"Faith--"

Sighing, Hades was a little helpless.

Unlike humans, the dead have basically no external needs. They don't need to eat, don't need to rest, and there are no enemies here. The only things that can make them in awe are life and death.

The moon gave them life, so they worshiped the moon. In theory, Hades can threaten them by letting them die, but he hesitated.

The gods are still in the exploratory stage of faith, and Hades is not sure whether simple coercion can gain faith, so after thinking about it, he plans to use another method.

He wants to try to establish a class among the dead, set an order, and make them learn to obey. He wants to give the dead a way to promotion, and establish a kingdom of the dead like the gods in the world, and he is the king who dominates here.

When his laws penetrate into every corner of this kingdom of the dead, when they all act according to his orders, then it doesn't matter whether they pray to him or not.

But the premise of all this is that there must be a sufficient number of dead, and the only one who can do this is undoubtedly the goddess of the moon who spreads the moonlight.

So Hades watched all the actions of the dead now, in order to attract the attention of the Lord of the Moon. Unfortunately, the lonely goddess doesn't seem to care about this power at all, and has never paid any attention to it so far.

"Mingta, do you think the Moon Goddess felt the faith?"

"Although there are not many undead souls, there are not too many."

Hades asked the nymph behind him with some self-doubt.

This water fairy who has been following him for a long time seemed to have other thoughts, but he was not really interested in these things. Simply this one-sided admiration can deepen the other party's work efficiency, so Hades just let it go.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I don't know."

Looking respectfully at the Hades with his back to him, Mingta knew that he was not asking him.

It was just that he had done so much, gathering all the dead souls who worshipped the Dark Moon together, gathering them in the Field of Truth near the Hades Temple, and letting them build a rough temple, but the incarnation of the Dark Moon seemed to have seen nothing and ignored it.

Thinking of this, Mingta couldn't help but feel angry at the goddess's lack of tact. Even if she was also a powerful main god, she shouldn't ignore her master like this.