Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 274 The manifestation of evil
"It's finally about to begin... If it drags on any longer, this guy's divine body will probably be completely wiped out."

"It will take him thousands of years to cultivate. But at this juncture, without him, I can't stop these things."

In the second level of hell, in a hidden high sky, Mephistopheles holds a silver mirror.

Of course, he is still in the Nine Hells, and has never really participated in this battle. After all, as a promoted mortal, he is not the slightest bit different from those innate gods.

If he wants to be truly familiar with how to be a god-like being, Mephisto still has a lot to complete. For example, the simplest one is that he still doesn't have anything that can be called authority.

Although the second level of hell brought him strength, it didn't stop there. Compared to the weather god who brought his own dry food, this place is still in the original state of the interface and is completely different from the other layers.

Looking towards the battlefield in the distance, further away, in the center of the interface, violent vibrations and roars occurred one after another. Cleos was still resisting, but the aura on his body had already weakened for a long time.

Obviously, although relying on the characteristics of the innate gods, Cleos continued to repair the damage that seemed to be fatal, this recovery was not without cost. Once he exceeds a certain limit, he will be like the former sun god Hyperion. His body will be damaged, his consciousness and strength will be lost, and he will be forced to return to the symbol of his priesthood.

At that time, only by waiting for a long time can he walk in the world in full glory again.

Of course, unlike eternal sleep, although the power of gods in this state is greatly reduced, they are not unable to interfere with the outside world. But if he falls into this situation at the enemy's current juncture, then he obviously won't be able to hold off those demon gods any longer.

"..."

The voice was silent for a moment, but Mephistopheles could still feel some eyes focused on him. After a while, the air shook slightly, and the sound that seemed to come from the world itself sounded around him again.

He whispered, but this time it was for his own ears. Since there are no additional changes, everything should naturally proceed as planned.

The voice has calmed down, and the strange feeling in the words just now seems to be just an illusion. That's right... He shouldn't be so worried about a loss that is innocuous to the Realm Master.

As for why Cleos was not told all about the plan in advance... Mephistopheles said he didn't know. But since the Lord of Nine Hells did not express any objection to this, it must be that there must be a reason that he is not aware of.

But obviously, it is impossible for nature to make such an anthropomorphic sound, so it must be made by a thinking being. And vaguely, Mephisto also heard a trace of strange emotions.

"The key to success lies in whether, as you said, you can make the Mother of Demons lose most of her mind..."

With a slight cough, the 'excellent employee' expressed helplessness when faced with the boss's questioning, but he still defended seriously.

Quietly, a voice came from all around Mephistopheles. However, there was nothing around the devil at the moment. The so-called 'sound' was rather like the sound produced by the spontaneous friction of air under natural conditions.

"It's time to begin."

"But it doesn't matter. In hell, thousands of years are nothing... maybe tens of thousands of years? Who knows, as you said, I am not an immortal god."

"...Yes, let's start. Your method should be effective."

"In any case, we are still lacking in terms of hard power."

He is only responsible for giving opinions. Such important matters related to the rise and fall of a world must ultimately be decided by the real master of the Nine Prisons.

At Mephisto's level, he didn't know what the essential differences were between these demon gods, and why only that one was included in the must-kill list. But as he just said, on such major matters involving the survival of a world, it is better to leave it to the real masters.

In the middle of speaking, Mephistopheles immediately fell silent.

So if he could find some helpers, today's situation should be much better, but in the end, his idea was rejected by the Lord of Nine Hells. Because only the master of the interface can see that when the abyss and hell collide for the first time, any force that does not belong to the world that tries to intervene will only be attacked by the forces of both sides at the same time. After all, in essence, the two are one.

This time, when the sound ended, a certain will was completely removed from this space. Obviously, facing the terrible pressure of Tartarus, the Lord of the Nine Hells who was going all out could not be distracted.

Although he didn't know its name, the devil could still tell that it was a high-level artifact in the [space] field. But compared to the one that symbolizes [Time], its power is far inferior, and there is no possibility of being promoted to [Creation Artifact], so it was born successfully early.

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"You're talking about me being the one who really makes the decision, and this is the most likely way to succeed."

And the devil has no objection to this result.

Once upon a time, the goddess of law used it to watch the young Zeus, and the goddess of the moon also used it to defeat Hades. But now in Mephisto's hands, this artifact gradually flashed, like a 'beacon', sending its position outside the Nine Hells.

It doesn't matter if they are artifacts, after all, they do not have their own consciousness, but if gods from the outside enter them, their fate can be imagined.

There was only one chance... Narrowing his eyes, Mephisto looked at the battlefield in the distance.

"Ahem, Your Majesty, this is confirmed by you personally... and it is also the best way at present."

"Yeah, but in this case, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape death in the end - who made you choose it?"

If possible, who wouldn't want to simply push it directly? However, he has repeatedly confirmed that the current hard power of the Nine Prisons is indeed far less than that of the Abyss, and it is impossible to ask for foreign aid.

Therefore, with hard power outmatched and outside forces unable to intervene, Mephistopheles had no choice but to use his wisdom on some sideways methods. He proposed several ideas to the Lord of the Nine Hells, some radical and some moderate, but what he didn't expect was that the one with the lowest success rate in his opinion was ultimately chosen.

There are quite a few such gods. He even learned some things from Asmodeus. For example, it seems that his boss still has some connections in the human world. For example, the God of Skylight and the Goddess of Day are the hidden ancient gods that Mephistopheles has almost never heard of in the real world.

Yes, in fact, from the beginning, Mephistopheles had no intention of fighting Tartarus on his own. His initial suggestion was to go to the world in person and lobby the gods in the name of the Lord of Nine Hells, such as the Titans who were rumored to have escaped from the world, or the original sea gods who had to take shelter next to Poseidon because the main god was asleep. gods.

As for the relationship between the Lord of Nine Hells and the monsters in the outside world, and how he knew how to arouse her anger when the other party was just born, Mephistopheles didn't know, and he didn't intend to know.

But there was no way. If he could take the place, then he would have fallen in love himself... Well, Mephistopheles had to admit that in his heart, he actually didn't really want to fall in love.

He couldn't mobilize more power at all, and he was not even willing to temporarily descend an incarnation here to speak. Feeling the departure of the mysterious gaze, Mephisto breathed a sigh of relief, and then bowed gracefully to the void.

Cleos was still being besieged by the four demons, and the one he was fighting at close range happened to be the three eight-armed demons that the monarch had determined to kill without fail.

Well, the devil understands this very well. He didn't have the ability to see through the interface, and he didn't know how ugly the Demon Mother was. Now he knows, and he feels deeply sorry for his 'boss' about this matter.

But regardless, he did inadvertently make the worst possible choice.

If other coping methods are used, the risk will be relatively high, or the origin of the Nine Hells will be severely damaged in the end. If this trick doesn't work, let's talk about it later.

"You have done a good job. If everything goes well, after this battle, you will truly become the lord of the second level of hell. As for the subsequent affairs in the human world, if you can still handle it well, then I will give you another reward."

The palm of his hand lit up slightly, and streams of divine power began to slowly pour into the silver mirror in his hand. In front of Mephistopheles, this artifact began to gradually revive. (Note 1)

Mephistopheles sighed without sincerity, but Mephistopheles could actually understand what the other party was doing. Faced with a 'forced control', an unkillable insect, or a self-destructive madman, although the three demon gods are also very powerful, they are stronger 'on paper' after all, not 'mechanically', and the opponent is huge The body also helps Cleos use it as a barrier to avoid attacks from other demons.

The silver mirror buzzed. Under the constant infusion of Mephisto's power, it served as a 'beacon', and it seemed that it had finally communicated with something.

Seeing this scene, Mephistopheles couldn't help but straighten his expression, and raised the artifact in his hand high.

He mobilized the authority of the second world and added it to the silver mirror in front of him. Looking at the battlefield in the distance, the devil said solemnly:

"...I would like to pay my respects to the snake in the ring, the giant python of the world, the source of all evil in the world...I ask for your power, please come here."

So the next moment, as if in response to his voice, the mirror flashed slightly. What followed was some kind of terrifying power, which began to flow out slowly one by one.

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Beyond the Nine Hells, the boundary between the Abyss and Purgatory. The uncertain space-time bubble exudes magnificent colors, like the most beautiful scenery in the world. However, what is revealed through its beautiful surface is the destructive power hidden underneath.

The mighty forces of the two powerful beings collided here...but at this moment, the creation and death of time and space seemed to have stopped for a moment, and what followed was Moya's exclamation that resounded through the void.

"...Ryan?!"

"It's you, how could you be here?"

The sharp sound caused the surrounding void to tremble. Looking at the two people in the distance, Moya was a little unbelievable.

She even thought that it was just some kind of illusion, or that something had affected her mind. That can't be true. Maybe the existence on the other side is trying to use this method to interfere with itself. After all, in the gap between the collision of the two worlds, no outsider can get so close... No, this is still possible. of.

Moya suddenly thought that at the end of the first era, the former Ryan had caused the two original gods who had troubled him to return without success.

Naturally, she didn't believe that Ryan did it purely by his own strength. No one could transform from a weak divine power to a great one in one day, so it might be some kind of trickery.

Just like he used an artifact to punish the ancient sun god who violated the rules, maybe he also has some way to avoid the perception of the original god.

As for why he could discover him now...a hidden excitement rose in Moya's heart. Tartarus is the most powerful primitive god in the world, and the abyss is where his body lies. Here, his power has risen to more than one level. That is to say, only the Nine Hells with the same origin can confront him to a certain extent. Otherwise, any primitive god from the outside world, even if he has more power than Asmodeus, would never be able to fight against him in the abyss. Confront Tartarus.

So in this case, it seems to be a matter of course that I used his power to see through Ryan's whereabouts...

The huge body stretched out, and terrifying power coiled around the ferocious limbs. Looking at the man and woman in front of him, when the initial surprise and excitement faded, jealousy and anger began to rise in Moya's heart.

One was the trigger for her to reach this point, and the other was so beautiful... For a moment, the desire for destruction in the heart of the Demon Mother could hardly be suppressed, and it was about to explode.

But just when she was about to vent her anger, the reason protected by the immortal essence finally made Moya sober up a little. She once again isolated herself from the influence of the abyss and made a more normal judgment.

She still needed to confirm again. A simple guess might not be correct... So in an instant, Moya's consciousness began to rise. Faced with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the former Titan god actively embraced Tartarus for the first time, connecting to the vast and great existence.

The chaotic and disordered thinking instantly impacted the depths of her soul, and the rationality that belonged to the life of order made her extremely painful. But with the help of the power of the abyss, Moya looked at the two people in front of her again.

This time, the scene in front of them really changed. How did they hide their true identities... However, just as the thought flashed across his mind, Moya suddenly discovered in pain that things seemed to be different from what he thought.

It's not that someone else is here in disguise, it's that there's something wrong with that woman. Her beautiful appearance was actually fake. Underneath a certain authority, there was another ugly body hidden.

As for the one next to her...yes, that's Ryan!
The familiar power and the appearance that she still remembers all prove the identity of the visitor. His judgment was not wrong, so in an instant, when he realized the situation in front of him, Moya couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Hehehehehe...hahahahahahahahaha...!"

A god who can weave "beauty", she even used her authority to successfully deceive the cunning prophet... and the enemy she has always dreamed of. Is there anything better than this?
"there is none left!"

The string of reason is about to break. At the last moment when the connection with the will of the abyss is severed, Moya's power surges out and firmly locks the ancient snake in the distance.

The enemy wants to catch him, but he cannot let him go. As long as he is still here, he can't go anywhere!

After completing the final arrangement, Moya finally gave up fighting his instincts. Boundless joy surged into her heart, and the huge tentacles wrapped around the hidden space and time like covering the sky. She could even see the look of panic on Ryan's face when he realized that he had been discovered.

"Hahahahaha...yes, that's the expression..."

"Come on, now that you are on my territory, let me entertain you!"

A huge roar spread in all directions, causing ripples in the abyss, and even attracted an unexpected spectator, but Moya didn't care about this at all.

At this moment, the Mother of Demons was extremely happy looking at the two people she held in her hands.

……

Opposite the Demon Mother, separated by a layer of time and space of birth and death, the Snake in the Atrium watched quietly.

Looking at 'himself' being caught in the distance, not only was he not in a hurry, he even had time to comment.

"The effect is surprisingly good. Although Moya's rationality is more persistent than imagined, it only goes so far."

"She still believes too much in the power of the abyss. But it is understandable. After all, this is the first time she has come into contact with the power of this field. It is normal for her to make such a judgment."

"but……"

The breath is the same, the fate is the same, the power is the same, and the appearance is the same, then this is a god, at least in the simple concept of the gods of Chaos. So watching this scene, Ryan couldn't help but sigh.

"It's such a huge sacrifice for me."

His image rights have been infringed, which is simply a huge sacrifice, and he is by no means arrogant.

After all, just like the stand-ins for later film and television stars, it doesn't matter who the stand-in is, what matters is the star's face, that's the key.

Now that others are being beaten in the face, isn't that a big sacrifice that you are making? Thinking of this, the snake in the atrium seemed a little unbearable to look at, and could not help but turn its head slightly.

"Don't waste time, hurry up, do you know how disgusting that thing is?"

Suddenly, an urgent voice sounded in his ears. The owner of the voice seemed to realize what decision he had made, which was much more 'terrifying' than he had previously imagined. However, after listening to his words, the coiled giant snake just shook its head, as if to express rejection.

"Don't worry, you only have one chance. It's better to take it slow than to rush."

"Besides, I've made such a big sacrifice, so just hold on a little longer. After all, there's nothing you can do about it. In this world, the only one who can hide it from Tartarus is his. The power itself."

"..."

"I didn't understand before why you called this special incarnation a manifestation of 'evil', but now I can see it a little bit better."

After a moment of silence, the voice sounded again, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, aside from some meaningless content, the Snake in the Atrium is right. Although Moya has been attracted attention now, as long as the power of locking time and space here finds any abnormal situation, she will turn the gun head immediately.

After all, when her instinct affected her rationality, the influence of the abyss on her also expanded. Compared to Ryan, the war against the Nine Hells is more urgent.

"So how much longer do you need?"

The voice came again, and this time, the giant snake gave a positive answer.

"Don't worry, it won't take long...and this time, I will finish it off in one battle."

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the snake head, and then he said with meaning:

"This kind of experience of being knocked on the door and having to take action personally, once is enough."

"From now on, the battle between the Abyss and the Nine Hells will be decided in another way."

(End of this chapter)