Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 621 [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater]

"Who is he?"

In the underworld, Hercules looked at the gray feathers scattered in the air.

He had expected Hypnos's sneak attack, except for Ender's help.

Even if he realized the other party's plan, he would be unable to resist.

After all, in the original trajectory, Hypnos, who also had never personally held the power of "Dream" but was scattered among the three thousand dream daemons, was able to plot against Zeus with the help of Hera, so the great hero would naturally be no exception.

But now that the other party has left, he has to know the origin of this god.

"If nothing unexpected happens, this is a being from hell."

Speaking slowly, Ander gave his opinion.

"Don't worry about him. He doesn't dare stay in the world for long. Did you notice the mark he took away?"

"You mean the lightning-shaped mark of the God King?"

"Correct."

Nodding slightly, the puppet smiled.

"That's not something that 'contains the power of Zeus's blow'. How can the power of the great divine power be carried by just a mark?"

"There are not many materials in this world that can achieve this level. It is definitely not something that a God King can create casually."

"In fact, it was a sign, a trigger. That's why Zeus let Cerperos wait and see."

"Because even if Kerperos fails to actively activate this mark, once the aura locked by the mark appears within the range, it can still passively cause the God King to sense it and then make him lower his power."

"but now……"

I'm not sure, but according to the prayers of one of Ander's bard followers who travels around the continent, it seems that something big happened on Mount Olympus.

So in this case, if Kerperos does not actively trigger the mark and cause a reaction from the royal order, then it will not produce any changes.

"I understand. In the absence of any certainty as to when the God King will pay attention to this place again, as long as he carries this mark, he must leave this world as soon as possible and return to the abyss..."

Hercules looked enlightened and put the matter behind him for the time being.

He looked at the sleeping three-headed dog, but ended up doing nothing.

Although Kerperus objectively stood in front of him, there was no hatred between the two sides.

Even if he thought it might want to take away the relics of Typhon's descendants from him, it was still just a 'possibility'.

Without the mark of the God-King, Kerperos no longer poses such a powerful threat.

Whether they are enemies or friends, the hero will decide for the other party in the future.

"So free and easy? Don't you want its power?"

In a good mood, Ander asked casually.

"At least I am not interested in the power obtained in this way."

Shaking his head slightly, Hercules looked behind the gate of Hades.

What surprised him was that the black knight who was said to be guarding the gate for Hades day and night and the ferryman of the Styx were not here.

There was only a long river rushing endlessly, like the painful howl of a living creature.

"Don't worry about why they're gone, just go there."

"In fact, you still have an enemy to face."

"enemy?"

"Yes, the enemy."

Nodding slowly, Ander said the name.

"[Ancient Evil Thousand-Faced Soul Eater]." (See 3)

"If you want to successfully cross the River of Oblivion, this is one of the problems you cannot avoid."

……

[Thousand-Faced Soul Eater] is an ancient evil creature that was born during the Typhon Disaster.

It was born from the gathering of countless billions of souls, survived by the power bestowed by the Mother of Flesh and Blood, and even polluted some tributaries of the River of Oblivion.

However, not long after the disaster, the gods from the spiritual world took action personally, using the power of the Well of Samsara to circulate and consume all things to eliminate the pollution.

It's just that they can dispel the pollution of the ancient evil, but they can't capture the ancient evil itself.

Unlike the [Death Star] which has a fixed body and is deliberately seeking death, the [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater], which is formed by the gathering and sublimation of countless souls, has no main body.

In other words, the most powerful soul that constitutes it is the main body, but this main body is not indispensable.

At every moment, billions of evil spirits are fighting, roaring, devouring each other, and spreading pollution inside its body.

It is the instinct of the soul to pursue the outside world, and it is its nature to have chaotic thoughts.

Even though it has been defeated by the spirit world many times, it has always managed to survive somehow and regain its powerful strength bit by bit.

And every time it becomes strong again, it will spontaneously impact the place where the most and strongest souls gather - the River of Forgotten.

And if we count the time since the last time it was defeated, its power is about to reach a peak again...

hum-

"Damn it—what is this!"

[Nine-ring witchcraft·Transfer to another world]!
The space fluctuated, a light silver light flashed, and it turned into a small door.

Taking a step forward, bathed in the light of the dark moon, Giordano's expression became extremely ugly.

Behind him, the silver-white portal trembled slightly, and some chaotic hissing sounds that reached deep into his soul came from it.

Ever since that day, when he completed the plan he had worked so hard on for many years and captured the goddess of youth and her artifact, Giordano came directly to the underground world.

Here, he had dealt with dark elves and extracted dragon blood for research in order to explore the mysteries of life.

In his plan, this would be his new base where he could avoid the pursuit of the gods and gain eternal life and power... Unexpectedly, it all ended before it even began.

Giordano had not been here for long when he was inexplicably visited by a terrifying being.

It travels between the spiritual world and reality, crazy and evil, making Giordano completely unable to resist.

There was no other way. After escaping in vain, he could only reluctantly give up his plan to stay in the underground world and go to the underworld for temporary shelter.

After all, through these days of contact, he has gained some understanding of this terrifying existence.

According to historical records, this is most likely the ancient evil creature that was born during the Typhon Plague.

Such a being cannot be killed, and one can only wait for it to seek death on its own... Sighing, Giordano picked up the huge bronze coffin and looked around the environment of the underworld.

He didn't know that his memories were actually full of lies, and the so-called "plan" was full of loopholes.

Even the reason why he was targeted by the ancient evil creature [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater] was the result of someone's long-awaited arrangement. Giordano just thought that he was unlucky.

However, in reality, a broken and stitched soul like his is the favorite delicacy of the ancient evil creatures, and it is even possible for it to naturally become one of the 'main souls' in its body.

Once he is swallowed by the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, all clues will end. As a great wizard who planned everything but ultimately died because of "luck", "Giordano" will bear all the blame alone, and no one will be able to see the truth behind it.

Under the power of the mother tree, this kind of soul stitching will become extremely reasonable.

Even if someone could fish it out again, they would think it was done by the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, not that someone had torn his soul apart beforehand...

"what?"

On the vast plain, scattered white bones are moving with difficulty.

Giordano was about to leave here and find a hidden place to hide.

But in the next moment, a surprised voice sounded quietly from behind him.

Cold sweat instantly oozed from his back, and all his senses told him that there was no one else here.

But Giordano was certain that this was not just hallucination.

The nearly instantaneous seventh-ring sorcery [Advanced Anywhere Door] began to be constructed. This invisible enemy was definitely not something he could handle.

But before the witchcraft could be released, his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Standing on the ground, Giordano fell asleep directly without any resistance during the whole process.

'thump--'

'Boom—'

The bronze coffin fell to the ground with him, making a noise on the ground, attracting the attention of several skeletons.

Soul fire burned between the skulls, and their instinct told them that if they could take the lives of those who fell, they would undergo some kind of transformation that would change their fate... But the next moment, the void was rippling.

The gray-haired boy walked out and crushed those unconscious lower life forms to death.

"Look, what have I encountered?"

"A great human wizard who is tainted with the aura of evil, and a severely injured and unconscious god?"

With a strange look on his face, Hypnos didn't expect that he would encounter such an interesting thing just after escaping from a difficult situation.

Hebe, the goddess of youth, he recognized her scent.

But now, the God King and the daughter of the Queen of Heaven are locked in a bronze coffin, and their traces have been covered in various ways.

If the other person wasn't right under his nose, the God of Sleep might not have been able to detect his presence.

Such strict breath isolation is obviously intended to deal with the investigation by the Divine Court.

Taking a step forward, Hypnos wanted to do something.

Now that we've met, there's no reason to give up. If I can bring the goddess of youth back to hell, it would be a great achievement... However, Hypnos' face changed slightly and he stopped abruptly.

On his body, the mark that was taken away before was shining brightly.

Ander's judgment was not accurate. In fact, if the one standing here was not the god of sleep, then even if Zeus had been sealed in Olympus, he would not be able to take away the mark left by the king of gods on Cerperus.

But in front of Hypnos himself, these problems are not problems.

As a god who had indeed caused Zeus to fall into the trap in his original destiny, the god of sleep had a way to make this mark fall into a different kind of slumber.

But the prerequisite is that there is nothing stimulating it and keeping it in an active state.

"…Is it the connection from blood, or the aura of law left in Heber's body?"

He wasn't sure, but Hypnos knew it would be better for him not to try to take the other person away.

The mark of Zeus was already dangerous enough, and if anything went wrong, it would not be something a goddess of youth could undo.

"Tsk... Just leave it to that evil creature. It looks like it's coming over."

"An existence that devours living souls... is truly sinful."

There was a flash of disgust in his eyes, and Hypnos' heart moved slightly, leaving the breath of the previous human here.

Being able to wake up from his authority is not easy no matter how hard it is done.

Let them fight to the death, as for me...

With a wave of his sleeves, Hypnos swept the human away.

Although from his point of view, this human wizard's soul seemed to have some problems, it didn't matter.

There are many ways to transform into a devil. He could just let the other party inherit his memory and be born as a new individual.

Through this process of rebirth, all defects of the soul no longer exist.

Of course, as a price, the newly born creature has almost no substantial connection with the previous one, but only has the same memories.

……

"So what you mean is that since no one can determine the evil creature's activities, there is no way to guarantee that it will not attack me when I take the potion and sneak into the Styx."

"So the best way is to eliminate the danger in the bud?"

The bronze pillars supporting the sky were placed across the Acheron River, successfully crossing the Styx where the ferryman had disappeared.

Not knowing what happened in another corner of the underworld, Hercules frowned slightly as he listened to what Ander said.

"But the underworld is so huge, and the ancient evil creatures have such erratic shapes."

"Even without mentioning their immortal nature, I can't find any trace of it."

"...That being said, I don't have any better solution - huh?"

As he was responding, Ander's tone paused.

At the same time, as if sensing something, the great hero raised his head and looked towards the gray wilderness in the distance.

At the end of their sight, it seemed as if something between the visible and invisible noticed their presence.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the wailing of billions of creatures.

"...Looks like I don't have to look for it, right?"

With a calm expression, Hercules held the bronze rod.

"[Ancient Evil Thousand-Faced Soul Eater]..."

Even if he sneaked into the spirit world and reached the core of the fourth level of the world of all spirits, the great hero would not be sure that he would be able to achieve his wish.

Therefore, before that, it would be helpful to defeat this evil thing that likes to corrode the soul in advance.

"--wrong!"

Hercules' expression changed slightly and he turned his head to look to the other side.

There, another breath is slowly rising.

Like the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, they all exude the aura of evil.

But the feelings they give people are completely different.

(End of this chapter)