Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

"Hell is indeed its best destination."

Sitting back in his seat, Ryan waved his hand, and Bai flew to his shoulder with his short wings.

He was not talking about Hypnos, although this natural evil god was indeed suitable there. In fact, Ryan was referring to the cut-off pole of [Gungnir].

It was originally formed by the branches of the world tree in the nine kingdoms, and absorbed the remaining vitality of a main root. Finally, in the hands of Ryan who had some [life] authority, it was finally saved a little bit.

Of course, a little bit is a little bit. With only the legacy of its predecessor, it is impossible for it to recover to its former level and have a power comparable to the great. But in any case, as a product of the legacy of the world tree, the son of Yggdrasil, it will also become an extraordinary sacred tree.

However, unfortunately, there is no place for it in the spirit world.

As the existence that supports the nine realms, the power of the World Tree is originally inclined towards material and bearing, and the power it is endowed with is also inclined towards oaths and constraints. However, the Spirit World is a spiritual world, and it has a more powerful [Code of Creation] as its core than this remnant, and even has its own "pillar of heaven".

After all, after digesting the symbol of one-third of the sky after the collapse of Mount Odilus, the Sinai Mountain has become more and more magical. Anchoring the clear and turbid, separating chaos and order, it does it very well.

So, in order to prevent the treasure pearl from being covered in dust, Ryan directly changed its position and let it take root in the center of hell. If it can grow three main roots like the previous sacred tree, it can just connect the three layers of hell that are blocked in the middle.

In addition, as an alien creation related to [oath], perhaps this sacred tree can fill the gap of Styx in related fields after it grows up.

After all, the Styx only witnesses the oath of the true God, which is determined by the law itself - it is the authority delegated from this world, and before it was delegated, swearing an oath to the world was the privilege of the gods. In the future, all things are destined to spread throughout the world, so if the sacred tree can make up for this defect, just like the oath between the gods can be transformed into the power of Styx, the oath of all things will also become the nutrient for its growth.

There is still a problem, the power of the oath on this gun barrel is actually biased.

"The living beings make a wish to the gun, and the wish must be fulfilled, but what you get will be lost somewhere else, no one can be an exception"

"So the oath witnessed in the future is by no means a one-sided contribution. One replaces the other, and both parties to the contract must express their approval before the oath can be established. This will also be the order unique to hell."

Retracting his gaze, Ryan looked at the human world. There are still many things in hell, but they are all handled by his incarnation. In comparison, that is what he is most concerned about.

The real era has not yet arrived, and Cohen's existence has already given him a surprise. Now, Ryan is a little impatient.

"Chaos. Only with chaos and struggle can life find a way out in adversity. Humans are the first, but they will not be the only ones."

Underground, Gaia's turbulent atmosphere during the change of the era gradually stabilized, and she was about to wake up. In the golden apple garden, the special fruit was slowly ripening.

Bronze humans are only a corner of this era after all. The impact of their destruction on the world pattern is far less than the integration of the remains of the Nine Realms. Whether they are there or not, time is moving forward.

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Courtyard.

In just one day, the surroundings of the huge pit smashed by the Sleeping God's Sky Pendant have changed greatly.

At no point did a spring emerge from the bottom of the sinkhole. It was clearly in hell, but the water it splashed was clear and transparent, holy and flawless.

Flowers of different colors bloomed next to it one after another, as if with this place as the core, a vitality and beauty that was completely different from purgatory spread here. Next to the spring, a short sapling swayed slightly in the wind.

It has eight branches, and the crystal leaves are shiny. The branches are divided like the golden ratio, and the dreamy colors flow.

However, this magnificent scene that is incompatible with hell has no audience, not only because the atrium itself is empty, but even the sleep god who brought it to hell has completely forgotten its existence at this moment.

Standing on a floating island in the sky of the interface, Hypnos looked at this seemingly normal world with lingering fear. When he knew the truth of this interface, every minute and every second of staying here made the sleep god feel uncomfortable, and he didn't want to stay on other people's bodies at all.

So Hypnos used the authority he had just obtained, stretched out his hand and drew a line in the void in front of him, and a door opened in response. He took a step forward, and time and space changed in front of his eyes. Until he stepped on the ground again and looked at the completely different scenes around him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no light body in the sky, but it can still be divided into day and night. Although I don’t know where the light comes from, it is much better than the previous one.

"Hell, the abyss is really scary, but this is where I will live in the future."

Looking at the surrounding environment, compared to the atrium, the environment of the third layer of hell, which has no name yet, is more desolate and harsh, and there are still some creatures living here. But strictly speaking, this is what the Nine Hells should look like normally.

Just thinking of the brief exchange with the giant snake before, the God of Sleep couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Open your eyes for day, close your eyes for night. When the ancient snake that surrounds the world looked at him, Hypnos almost didn't dare to move. Just like when he was just born, he decisively expressed his awe to Ryan. This time, the God of Sleep also obeyed the terrifying beast from the heart.

However, contrary to his expectations, the giant snake that surrounds the world did not do anything to him, but was willing to communicate with him. From the other party, Hypnos learned some basic information here, such as the structure of the nine-layer world, the existence of demons, and the King of the Nine Hells who created all this.

In the end, the giant snake gave him three choices: As an outsider, the God of Sleep could not just stay in someone else's territory. Work for him, work for the Lord of the Nine Hells, or be expelled from hell by them and wander in the abyss by himself. Hypnos can only choose one of them.

Faced with the choice, Hypnos chose the first one after just a little thought.

Losing the power of [Dream], the power of the God of Sleep is not as good as before, and he also re-evaluated the gap between himself and those truly strong people. In this case, instead of expecting the Lord of the Nine Hells to be a more talkative being, it is better to just obey the orders of this terrifying giant snake.

And the other party does not seem to have the idea of ​​restricting him more. Until he left, the God of Sleep only received a task.

Governing the third layer of hell, and resisting the upcoming abyss demon together with the lords of the first two layers, if he does well, the giant snake will truly make him the Grand Duke who controls the third layer of hell and grant him the right to enfeoff secondary lords.

"It's the third layer again, it's really fate."

Shaking his head slightly, Hypnos released the spiritual world lives that were giving birth to bodies. Since you are here, you should make the best of it. It is impossible to return to the world in a short time. Moreover, if you do this, the God of Sleep knows without thinking that even if you successfully leave the abyss, once your whereabouts are exposed, you will be hunted down by the angels of the spiritual world all over the world.

In comparison, it is better to rest in hell for a while, and experience how much enhancement this lordship similar to the regional god can bring to yourself.

Hypnos stood on a desolate hill in deep thought, quietly looking at his future territory.

"Hey - respected Lord Sleep, it's been a long time since we last met."

"But why are you here?"

Suddenly, a voice came from afar, and Hypnos turned back abruptly. Perhaps he had not yet adapted to the environment of hell, so he did not notice the approach of the newcomer before.

And at a glance, he immediately recognized the newcomer.

"It's you!"

With his eyes narrowed, the sleep god directly locked onto this young man with a very deceptive smile. Not long ago, the two sides had conspired together.

Even until the other party stole the soul before, Hypnos was still imagining how to deal with the other party later, but he never expected that they would come to the same place now.

And with today's experience, Hypnos also vaguely understood why the other party wanted to attack the soul. Hell needs souls, and Mephisto probably went to the ground for this.

There seemed to be no conflict between the two sides, but it was just a mutual use, but vaguely, the sleep god recalled the past and always felt that the other party knew that he was doomed to fail from the beginning, but he did not expect that he would come to hell.

Even if we put aside this suspicion, Hypnos still had some unspoken thoughts in his heart.

He and Mephisto took action one after another, and both regarded each other as a "tool man", but the other successfully completed his task, while he ended up in the current situation. No matter how he thought about it, the god of sleep was unwilling to see the other at this time.

"Yes, Your Highness. The Lord of the Nine Hells once said that the third level of hell will welcome a manager. Now it seems that it is you?"

With the same smile, Mephisto seemed not to notice Hypnos's implicit hostility, and took two steps forward.

This prince of the spiritual world actually fell into hell, which was indeed beyond the devil's expectation.

". Is there something?"

The god of sleep said coldly, sparing words.

"Haha, I'm mainly here to visit my future neighbors. If nothing unexpected happens, the second level of hell will be my future domain. Of course, there may only be a part of it at the beginning, but I think the rest will not be difficult for me."

Raising his eyebrows, Mephisto paused, and then suggested:

"If you like, I may take you to visit hell. By the way, let the demons in the third level world know who their future masters are."

Without replying immediately, Hypnos took a closer look at the demon in front of him.

In terms of breath, even in hell, Mephisto, who is blessed by the power of the interface, is not a strong man, but now the god of sleep has learned a truth that simple disguise and strength may not allow him to achieve his goals.

So although he didn't know what his purpose was, Hypnos finally nodded.

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Human world.

There were no clouds on the west sea. It seemed that because the water vapor was gathered in the east of the earth, the ocean seemed to be a little dry, which was extremely rare.

The closer to the west, the closer the sky seemed to be to the sea. Under this inexplicable sense of oppression, few lives were willing to be active around here. In comparison, even the ice sea in the north seemed more lively than here.

However, on this day, a special visitor arrived at the end of the Western Heaven.

Asmodeus, covered in a black robe, walked on the sea. Just as the gods would be suppressed in the world, and Ryan's use of power would cause the spiritual world to collide with the law, he was actually the same.

At every moment, in the east of the continent, the power of the Nine Hells was centered on that ritual, and it was constantly eroding the order of the human world. Today's hell is obviously far from being qualified to fight against the laws of the world, and even its ability to persist until now is thanks to its own uniqueness.

Because there are no conscious living creatures in the abyss, Tartarus once again blocked the knife for the hell in his body. Most of the pressure eventually fell on Him, and the Nine Hells only bore a small part.

However, this is only a stopgap measure, so Asmodeus seems to be slow, but in fact he has not delayed at all. It's just that the world today is still too big, so when he finally came to the end of the West, the oppression of the law on him has reached its peak.

Fortunately, right in front of him, the true body of the Titan gods is clearly visible. The huge god stood upright, carrying the sky on his shoulders, and the starry sky accompanied him, but it was obviously not easy for him to do all this.

Every moment, the divine power Atlas obtained from his priesthood would pass away in the next moment and turn into the power to support the sky. He was forced to bear this feeling of weakness all the time, without a moment to rest. But when they met again, Asmodeus did not see any decadence or despair on his face.

He just quietly carried the sky, as if waiting for something.

".Long time no see, Atlas."

Speaking softly, the Lord of the Nine Hells did not know what to say for a while, and where to start. The giant in front of him had already noticed his arrival, after all, he did not hide his whereabouts, but the other party just watched him approach quietly before. Until now, in front of him, hearing his greeting without a beginning or an end, the Sky-holder suddenly laughed.

"Long time no see, Your Majesty, your new look is much more majestic than before."

Somewhat dumb, then Asmodeus also laughed.

Obviously, the aura is different, the priesthood is different, and even the "existence" is different, but the other party still recognized him. Is it because his style is too unique? Asmodeus didn't know, but for a moment, he couldn't help but think of Hestia and Rhea.

It's not surprising that the former didn't recognize him. After all, most of the time they spent together, the other party was in his stomach, and a few times on the battlefield. As for Rhea, I don't know what kind of reaction she would have if she saw him.

But this is just speculation. Now, the Lord of the Nine Hells doesn't want to see her for the time being.

"Thank you for your hard work, Atlas. Once, fate mercilessly showed me my failure, and then used the betrayal of those closest to me to mock my useless struggle, but everything is over."

Looking at Atlas, Asmodeus stretched out his hand:

"I am here to take you away, away from this cage. Follow me to hell, where you will be reborn like me."

"I am willing to leave with you, Your Majesty, but I am afraid I can't leave now."

"Why?"

"Because the sky needs support, Your Majesty."

Shaking his head, the giant looked at the bronze pillar to his northeast.

"When the sacred mountain fell, the symbol of supporting the sky was divided into three parts. Olympus got one part, and I also merged one part. As long as I support the sky, the restrictions of the laws of the world on the power of the gods will not work for me, but correspondingly, as long as the symbol of supporting the sky is still on me, I will be bound by the law and can never leave here."

"Unless I can find a substitute to carry this symbol on my behalf, only the power that can tear apart the rules of the world can let me leave. I thought that the copper pillar could do it, but now it seems that it is far from having this ability."

Asmodeus's expression changed slightly, and he did not expect to encounter such an accident. Yes, he now understands it. Although Atlas was punished to come here to support the sky, when the laws of the world found that his existence did help the stability of the world, then whether Atlas came here voluntarily or not, he was directly deprived of his freedom.

Just like He determined the fate of the God King to be replaced, just like He tore the divine power of the gods at will, the law only cares about the pros and cons, not the fairness in the eyes of the living beings, or, just like God takes whatever he wants from the mortals he created, in the eyes of the world, gods and mortals may be no different. So as long as there is nothing to replace Atlas, He will now prohibit the Sky Holder from leaving.

And the copper pillar that had just been erected, although it stopped breaking after the son of Poseidon was trapped and climbed up, it only shared one-tenth of the weight of Atlas. Such a pillar is obviously far from enough to carry the symbol of supporting the sky.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, just like you finally broke the fate of the God King, I believe you can solve this problem, but it will take some time."

With the sky on his shoulders, Atlas noticed Asmodeus's anger. The present world has caused him so much trouble, and even if he left the throne, it still did not end. But the Sky Holder just smiled, as if he didn't care so much about it, or perhaps he just believed that the difficulties were only temporary.

"I will be waiting for you here, Your Majesty, until the day you return to earth. By then, you will have the power to change everything, and I will once again serve as your sword to overthrow the Olympian God Court."

"I will tell those ignorant rebels that the Titans are the masters of the world, and you are the only king."

On the West Sea, there is no life to witness all this, only the wind and waves, flowing endlessly.

Ares and Athena are about to be born, but I have been thinking recently, is it better to arrange a special scene for Athena to be born, or just mention it casually without writing the process? If there is a process, what kind of process is better?