Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 623 Falling into the river
This was actually not Hades' first contact with the wizards of Silvermoon City.

A long time ago, because of the existence of the undead, he noticed the things invented by humans.

Compared to the low IQ of most undead, and the wisdom that takes a long time to gradually awaken, the life boxes made by humans are very interesting.

It can directly transform a fully intelligent life form into an undead being close to death, and gain a life that can be called immortal, while the cost is only the weakening of the humanity and emotions of the mortal being.

In the eyes of Hades, this was undoubtedly not a price to pay, so he once sent his men to learn about the relevant matters, and even exchanged corresponding research with them for some things that mortals only dreamed of.

In recent years, Hades has even recruited some powerful spellcasters among mortals and allowed them to transform into this very special life form after death.

They are neither alive nor dead, neither human nor god, transformed by wizards, and are similar to demons, so they call themselves liches, and Hades feels this is very appropriate.

This new race, which could not reproduce in normal ways, was classified as undead life and was reshaped using some new power that Pluto had acquired.

Eventually, they became Hades's followers alone, an intelligent species with a very different social structure.

"Charon."

Speaking of wizards, it seemed like he remembered something.

Hades looked at the ferryman and asked about another thing.

"How is the deal between you and the witch of divine descent going? How long will it take to create the ritual that can directly summon the life of the abyss?"

"This... should be soon, right?"

Not quite sure, Charon's response was a little vague.

"…As soon as possible."

"Although there are many taboos hidden in the abyss, I gradually discovered that it is also a huge treasure trove. It just depends on whether you know how to discover it..."

With a puzzled expression, Hades glanced at the dark moon in the sky.

I still remember when I wanted to expand the number of undead, I tried to explain it to her with both emotion and reason, but in the end a fight was still inevitable.

It would be fine if this happened once, but if it happened again, then there would be problems with his personal ability.

However, for the birth of the undead, the existence of magic and spiritual power is indispensable, so what should he do?

"Of course I'm going to look through the garbage..."

With a sigh, Hades felt a little embarrassed.

"In Tartarus, there are countless mixed sources of energy that eventually evolved into all kinds of strange creations."

"Since the authority and laws of this world have been divided up, no one can stop me from rummaging through the garbage."

"Although the gap between chaos and order is obvious, we can always find a way if we take it step by step."

"Let's put everything else aside. At least in the face of death, all beings are equal."

Although there is never a shortage of powerful goddesses in the world of Chaos, there seems to be a very obvious gender bias when it comes to power, whether it is Pluto, Poseidon or the King of Gods.

However, in contrast, there is an exception in the Nine Realms.

Hela, the ruler of Helheim, descendant of the God-King from another world, and goddess of the dead who rules the underworld.

She is a rare female monarch, even if she is only a monarch of the world of the dead.

But Hades didn't know much about her, because even after exploring for a long time, he still couldn't find the true legacy left by the goddess in the world.

……

"Come... come... come with us..."

"..."

"Go to hell... go to hell... go to hell..."

"..."

"Who are you... Who am I... Someone come and save me..."

"No...let me go...let you go...kill you...let us die together..."

"..."

boom--

Holding a bronze stick, Hercules shuttled through the souls in the sky.

Roars, pleas, curses, howls... countless voices intertwined together, like a chorus from purgatory.

Even with the help of the power of the [Golden Balance], the great hero has transformed the spiritual damage he suffered into material damage.

But without the blessing of extraordinary power, the symphony of billions of sounds still makes people feel uneasy.

Even though countless souls were destroyed every time the copper stick was swung, it was meaningless to the Thousand Faced Soul Eater.

Because even without the existence of Hercules, the souls within its body are constantly being born and dying.

As long as it is not wiped out by a special authority like "Death", or the spiritual power of the soul is not extracted by the gods in the spiritual world after it is broken, then simple destruction is just crushing one part of the soul and feeding it to another part of the soul.

Gradually, the great hero also realized this.

But facing the real body of an ancient evil creature, although he could fight against it with the help of divine weapons, it was difficult for him to really do anything to the opponent.

boom--

"Phew—I can't go on like this."

His face was solemn as he looked around.

At this moment, it would be more accurate to say that Hercules had been swallowed by the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater rather than fighting against it.

Looking around, the great hero seemed to be in a world of dead souls...but at this moment, he seemed to notice something.

"what is that?"

With a slight change of expression, Hercules raised his stick and cleared a passage.

At the end of the road, there is a huge bronze coffin floating in a sea of ​​countless dead souls.

A faint light emanated from the huge coffin, making the nearby souls unwilling to approach - that was the glow of divinity.

But it is almost visible to the naked eye that this light is gradually dimming, being eroded and assimilated by the power of the ancient evil, and becoming a part of its power.

"This breath... is the power of God, and it belongs to the realm of life."

He strode forward and opened the bronze coffin, and a girl in a green dress was lying quietly in the coffin.

It seems to be sleeping peacefully, but also seems to be suffering.

Judging from her pale face, her condition was undoubtedly not good.

"This visage... is Hebe, the goddess of youth."

"How did she end up here, and why did she end up in the body of the ancient evil?"

Unable to understand the cause and effect of the incident, the coffin was closed again, leaving only a small gap.

With the bronze coffin on his back, Hercules had a way to deal with the evil creature. Although his power could not completely destroy the soul of the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, he would go find something that could destroy its power.

This thing naturally cannot be Hebe, but she can become bait to attract ancient evil creatures.

"Let's change the battlefield... the River of Forgotten!"

He flew up, magnified the copper stick in his hand a thousand times, and then smashed it down with one blow.

Hercules moved forward along the path he had opened up.

The River of Oblivion was the passage he had intended to use before, and it was also the place where the ancient evil creatures plundered souls.

However, on the other hand, once the souls that make up the [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater] are broken up there, the opponent will permanently lose this part of the power and will be plundered by the Styx instead.

But I am afraid I can't delay too long there, otherwise this level of fighting will easily attract the attention of the spirit world gods...

I don't know if the human world had not just experienced a conflict, even the God King was temporarily sealed, and the real body of the Well of Samsara was left in the human world, I'm afraid the angels in the spiritual world would have noticed all this long ago.

Hercules simply mobilized the strength around him and stimulated the potential in his body.

Ander was not by his side at the moment, and it would be difficult for a simple clone to lure away the clone of the [Crown of Silence].

So just like at the beginning of the journey, now he was alone again.

“…But this is by no means the end of me.”

"【Thousand-Faced Soul Eater】... come on."

He spoke in a deep voice, and on the land of the underworld, two forces collided with each other, tearing apart the earth and low mountains.

……

poof...

"breathe……"

"breathe……"

wow...

In the darkness, it was cold.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but in the bone-chilling river water, Hercules did not resist but just went with the flow.

Enjoy the tranquility of this moment and relax your body muscles.

The bronze coffin behind him had been thrown out at the last moment. At this moment, the great hero was floating alone at the bottom of the river.

He had originally planned to come here with Ander, which was what he had promised him before, but he still underestimated the power of the ancient evil.

Even compared to its kind, [Thousand-Faced Soul Eater] has been destroyed several times in the past years, making its power no longer as strong as it once was, but the remaining part is still powerful enough.

In this long battle, Hercules defeated most of the opponent's body and drove millions of souls back into the bottom of the Styx.

But under the opponent's crazy outburst, the great hero was also knocked into the River Styx, bathing in this river that cleanses the memories of all things.

Fortunately, he was well prepared, and the destination of this trip to the underworld was exactly this River Styx.

Although he felt a little sorry for Ender's absence, Hercules still took out the potion in his arms and drank it all.

In an instant, the forces of life and death alternate here.

The part that originally belonged to the living was absorbed by the potion, and false death covered his body.

As a living person, the great hero is no longer repelled by the power of the Styx; but as he has not died completely, the power to cleanse his memory cannot act on him.

This magic potion recorded in the [Book of Purgatory] can do just as it says, help the living dive into the fourth layer of the spiritual world along the river of Oblivion and come into contact with the [Well of Samsara] where the souls of all things revolve.

Of course, the premise of all this is that you must be able to avoid the gatekeepers of the All-Spirit Realm, the two angels of love who trade in turns and shoot arrows at will; then deceive the giant dragon of the mind that swims freely in the ocean of dreams and occasionally visits; and finally, pass the guards of the three goddesses of reincarnation and reach the central axis of the All-Spirit Realm...

Holding the [Golden Balance] that fell with him, and watching it bathe in the water of the River of Forgotten, Hercules took a deep breath and was almost choked by the water of the River of Forgotten.

At this moment, he remembered what Ender had said and the intuition he had once had.

"Entering the spirit world through the River of Oblivion is not the right way, although it is indeed a shortcut."

"I can go in with you, but I don't have to go."

"Because I went to the spirit world to seek an answer, but the beings in the spirit world cannot give me the answer."

That day, facing the great hero's doubts, the puppet looked up at the starry sky.

"Only by following the most orthodox path to the top of the spiritual world can you get what you truly want... I don't know if you can achieve your wish in the Well of Samsara, but I'm not optimistic."

"Of course, fate is unpredictable and no one can really control it."

"So just give it a try... maybe on the other side of this wrong path, you can see your true destiny."

"..."

"Real... destiny?"

Wandering at the bottom of the river, Hercules could feel that the power of the Styx seemed to penetrate time and space, and the way it flowed was beyond the understanding of mortals.

Following this invisible feeling, he looked towards both sides of the river bank, trying to see clearly the so-called fate.

At first glance, the great hero saw nothing.

But beneath the surging river, he seemed to really see something.

Those were two completely opposite roads, one was paved with gold, emerald and jewels, with nymphs singing and gods dancing.

A road immersed in bones and darkness, churning with sin and depravity, leading to no one knowing where.

And at the end of both, there seems to be the same person.

He sat on a high throne, overlooking all living beings between heaven, earth and sea.

Just raise your right hand and the world will sink in the thunder.

"Zeus..."

Is this the other person's path or your own path?
Is this the real future, or is it just an illusion?
The great hero didn't know that he was just gradually falling asleep under the effect of the potion, crossing the boundary between life and death in the most subtle state.

I think when he wakes up again, the world of all spirits will be in front of him.

……

At the edge of the world of all spirits, a few splashes of water escaped from the dream.

Lyanna has not returned yet, and the three goddesses of reincarnation have only left a dull clone here to continue to perform their duties.

[Well of Samsara] has gone, but this does not mean that the spiritual world has lost the ability to run reincarnation.

Just like the [Mirror of Spreer] has left the spiritual world, it does not mean that it has lost its power over space.

At the edge of the interface, the water of the Styx flows slowly, penetrating through one winding space after another, and finally flows straight to the midpoint of the world of all spirits.

Floating and sinking at the bottom of the River Styx, Hercules slowly approached his target.

(End of this chapter)