Chapter 257 Curse

It is not an exaggeration to say that Hypnos ‘watched the world burn’. In fact, it is a real description of the first layer of hell.

Although there is nothing that can be used as fuel in the noisy tunnel filled with wind and rocks, the extraordinary world does not obey the laws of physics. At this moment, with the entry of the demon god, the whole world rioted.

This is the attraction and opposition between the origins, and the resonance of the power of Muspelheim, the country of fire. Therefore, the relevant laws in the interface are drawn out, and the endless hurricane is stained with a layer of red.

"Sizzle——"

The heavy sword slashed through the phosphorus armor, bringing a harsh friction sound, but it was very obvious that the attack did not break this natural defense.

The attack was fruitless, and before he could make further moves, Crius's face changed, and then he turned into invisible water vapor and spread in the surrounding void.

The next moment, a dark red light and shadow penetrated through, turning the water vapor along the way into nothingness. It went on without slowing down, and then fell on the ground behind. The soil and rocks centered on the landing point were almost visible to the naked eye, constantly disintegrating into the finest dust, and then disappeared with the wind.

The water vapor gathered, and feeling the slightly weakened divine body, Crius had no time to sigh at the power of the demon god, and immediately retreated again. The next moment, a bloated and fat multi-segmented insect jumped up from the ground, and the human face on its top grinned greedily, and swooped down on the existence in the sky.

However, perhaps because of its huge body, perhaps because of its lack of combat wisdom, or perhaps because of the difference in power, with Crius's avoidance, the two sides should have passed by each other - if his enemies had not been more.

However, there is no if in reality. In the distance, although there was an obvious crack on the translucent wings, the huge 'moth' still spread its wings, and thousands of eyes also opened wide.

In an instant, ignoring the barriers of time and space, all kinds of chaotic emotions surged into Crius's heart.

Fear, panic, anger, jealousy, deception... They are combined in different proportions, contained in every 'eye' of the demon god.

When they open together, they are mixed into billions of new emotions again, and then shine into the heart of Crius, making the former Titan god pause and his will fall into a kind of confusion.

So in an instant, the worm's leaping figure approached the target, and the expression of its human face on the surface became more and more ferocious. When the two sides touched, the human face seemed to suck hard, and then it could be seen that Crius's body suddenly shrank down.

"Hiss - get out of here!"

The feeling of emptiness rose from the bottom of his heart, awakening Crius, who was being hit by emotions. He instinctively swung his sword and easily tore a huge wound on the worm's body.

But this didn't mean much, the other party's body was clearly recovering. At the same time, not only did the second ray of light with different powers break through the air, but even the demon with flames all over his body also rushed towards him at a high speed with a chain sword in his hand.

"Damn it--"

Crius cursed, but he could only raise his sword. Although he was not an opponent at all, he would not be completely defeated for a while.

After all, for the immortal innate gods, unless they burned themselves like the ancient sun god, or were infected by higher-level power, ordinary injuries were not fatal to the gods, and it did not take too long to slowly recover. As long as the power was not exhausted, even if he was attacked thousands of times, he could still recover as before.

Swish--

After dodging the sharp sword edge and avoiding the incoming light again, he barely boosted his spirits by self-harming. Crius raised the giant sword and aimed at the head of the demon god.

The phosphorus armor here was not so thick, and it might really cause some damage to the opponent... The best defense is offense, which is the experience he summed up after participating in several battles of gods.

With a sword, Crius was somewhat amused, at least he could finally hurt this demon surrounded by the fire of destruction. However, just as the idea came into being, the scene that followed made his eyes widen and his body retreat violently.

Perhaps realizing that he was about to be hit, the demon god was not afraid, but his eyes flashed with more violent and murderous intent. In the battle, its body had long been dominated by instinct, so it pushed forward with the sword.

The body began to disintegrate, and the flesh and blood burned. The demon did not avoid the enemy's attack at all, but gathered into a ball, and then exploded beside the opponent in the horrified eyes of Crius.

Boom——

The self-explosion of a demon god directly raised a "sun" in the dim and noisy tunnel. Endless light and heat illuminated the vast earth, and the huge roar and tremor also shook the whole world.

As the explosion occurred, the tunnels and cavities dug in the entire underground for thousands of years disappeared. Below the explosion, billions of tons of soil and rock turned into a magma lake, and then evaporated in the next moment... Even though he was far away at the edge of the interface, Hypnos couldn't help but feel frightened by this force, and then increased the output of power, barely preventing the two demons from waking up from their sleep.

In the center of the explosion, even if Crius tried his best to avoid it, only bones and a few fragments of internal organs were left on his body.

They were still evolving, and then ignited by the flames overflowing in the space, which made the former Titan gods feel like they were being tortured by thousands of cuts. He wanted to vent his pain with his voice, but now Crius couldn't even make a sound.

Facing the four demons alone, Crius knew that he was no match for them, so he just wanted to delay enough time, so from the beginning he chose to experience their power one by one.

His first opponent was the demon that symbolized the life and change of the abyss. However, just like its power, although the owner of the noisy tunnel easily tore the flesh of the worm, his damage was meaningless.

This is normal. Except for a few powers, any existence will be at a loss when facing something that is linked to [life]. Therefore, after just a face-to-face encounter and several injuries, Crius decisively changed his target.

Since the first one was not suitable as an attack target, the second target he chose was the Ten Thousand Eyes Demon. The opponent's aura was obviously weaker than the others, and the effect of this attack was barely acceptable - the opponent's body was very 'fragile' and did not recover that quickly. With just one sword, Crius left a scratch on its wings.

However, Crius soon changed his target again. Because he suddenly discovered that when the eyes on his body were destroyed, this demon god would burst out with emotional disturbances that were several times more powerful, which caused him to be unable to resist and stiffen in place - this was also thanks to some defects in its power, otherwise it would not be as simple as stiffening for a while

The Chaos gods have always lacked resistance to this kind of power. If it were not for the fact that the Ten Thousand Eyes Demon God only had enough 'emotions' but lacked 'spirit', Crius's fate would be even worse. In this battle, he relied on authority and reason to try to preserve his strength. This kind of almost 'hard control' attack was undoubtedly what he least wanted to encounter.

So after a weighing, Crius decisively set his sights on the third demon god, the giant with three heads and eight arms.

In the previous confrontation, he had been observing the surroundings, and he once thought that he had finally found a soft persimmon, because Crius found that the three heads of the demon god seemed to have different thoughts and were equally confused.

They often interfere with each other and make contradictory actions. At most, they would shoot a beam of light containing different powers from the pupils between the three eyebrows to attack the enemy-but until it was really about to be hurt, its three consciousnesses quickly and uniformly followed their instincts and began to fight the enemy regardless of the consequences.

So after suffering a few more losses, Crius changed his target again and looked at the demon with flames all over his body. As for the three-headed giant, leaving it alone might be less threatening.

The last one was also the one that Crius didn't want to face the most before. Because this demon god, whose appearance was closest to the demons of later generations, not only had heavy phosphorus armor, but also a huge chain sword.

That was a real artifact, far from the inferior one in Crius's hand. And the facts also proved that his fear was indeed so, because he did not dare to face the opponent's sword, but the demon's phosphorus armor could not be broken by him at all.

However, compared with the other three, Crius still felt that the one in front of him was more suitable for the main attack, at least he could still fight with the opponent for a few moves, and the demon god obviously had no experience in using weapons-until this world-shaking explosion sounded, blowing him into his current state.

Looking at the demon god in the distance, whose breath was obviously dropping sharply, but still fierce and crazy, Crius had no doubt that if he dared to get close, the opponent might reward him with another "self-destruction" at any time. If this was a one-on-one duel, he would never refuse to face this group attack method that obviously killed 800 enemies and lost 3,000 of himself, but now, he had four enemies.

"Damn Mephisto, where are you again?!"

He roared, and then flew away-although one of the enemies entered the weak period after the "big move", it did not mean that the others were affected.

It seems that direct battle is meaningless... So in the first layer of hell, Crius could only dodge around and leave scars on his body, even worse than when he faced Hyperion.

He didn't know what the turning point was, but obviously, if he didn't want the demon to infect his interface at will and leave the power of the abyss that would be difficult to remove even after the war, then he had to hold on for a while.

And for a god-level existence, this "a while" would not be a short time.

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The human world, the palace of Eleusis.

Heavy snow.

At this moment in the human world, no one knows what demons and devils are, and even the existence of Tartarus only exists in some legends. People are immersed in the joy of harvest and appreciate the snow scene that has never been seen before.

This just appeared this year, which also means that the concept of "winter" has been further condensed. Perhaps it was because of Demeter's previous anger, or perhaps it was because the time had really come. In short, the weather changed again.

During this time, Demophon had been buried by the king and his wife, on a hill far away from the city. The king did not dare to bury him near the goddess, so he had no choice but to do so.

After this, Demophon's elder brother, Triptolemus, was also sent to the goddess's place by Creus again. But this time, no one dared to look up at Demeter. They all looked at the ground, showing their humility to the gods walking on earth.

That day, the king thought he would receive news of his eldest son's death again, and Triptolemus thought so too. However, in the face of the choice given by his father, he still chose the one who came. But unexpectedly, Demeter did not break her promise. She kept her promise and gave the child the glory of the nearest god.

In this place where the former king once lived, the goddess taught Triptolemus the secret of farming, which was not only inherited and summarized by previous generations of humans, but also the process summarized by Demeter from the results. This knowledge is not only about the growth of grains and farming methods, but also involves the changes in astrology and geology, the cultivation and screening of grain seeds, the laws of climate and other crystallizations of wisdom.

This knowledge is complicated and profound, and even many of them are known but not known, but the vagueness of the goddess's narration is naturally misinterpreted by mortals. They thought that they just couldn't understand the wisdom of God, and after gradually studying the mystery behind it, they praised the greatness of God more devoutly. In addition, Demeter even granted Triptolemus the qualification to use holy power, and after he learned all the knowledge, he was appointed as her patriarch in the world.

Humans herd cattle and sheep for meat and milk, and gods herd humans for faith and pleasure. Therefore, the closest existence to gods among humans is naturally the head of the shepherds who herd "cattle and sheep" for gods.

So from that day on, Eleusis, located on the edge of humanity, became the first country in the world to believe in Demeter, and also the country that only believed in her. People built temples dedicated to the goddess everywhere and regarded her as the main god of harvest and agriculture-because it was from that day on that, with the help of the divine arts of priests headed by Triptolemus, Eleusis regained its harvest, and the country was reborn.

The goddess therefore gained a very high reputation among mortals, and because of Triptolemus' special identity, there were no internal conflicts in the country. He is not only the future king, but also the goddess's representative in the world, so the politics and religion here are integrated like Silver Moon City. In the absence of power conflicts and with the gods nearby, it naturally embarks on the fast track of development again.

Everyone is immersed in joy, and even the king puts down his hatred while remembering his young son. In any case, now is always good. Instead of fighting an invincible enemy and remembering him for life, it is better to let him go for the time being.

This is a helpless move, and it is also the wisdom of the weak to survive. In short, what happened that night seems to have passed just like that. No one in the palace mentioned him, and the people outside were even less likely to know what happened. No one talked about the prince who died young, as if he had never existed. People just sang praises to the greatness of the goddess and enjoyed the harvest that finally came.

Only Metaneira was not like this.

That night, Demeter's high-handed judgment still came to the queen's dreams from time to time, and the death of the young son was also vivid. In Metaneira's heart, there was naturally no letting go, but only the curse of mortals on God.

Unfortunately, in this world, a curse without power is nothing.