Chapter 1136: Chapter 483 [Thousand-faced Soul Eater]_2
In his plan, this was supposed to be his new base to evade the pursuit of the All Gods, to calmly obtain immortality and strength… Who would have thought it all ended before it even began.
Here, ‘Jordan’ hadn’t stayed long before he was inexplicably found by a terrifying existence.
It traversed between the Spirit Realm and reality, frenzied and evil, leaving ‘Jordan’ completely defenseless.
With no options left, after fleeing unsuccessfully, he could only painfully abandon the idea of staying in the underground world and head to the Underworld to temporarily hide.
After all, through these days of interaction, he had gained so understanding of this terrifying existence.
According to the ancient texts, this was most likely an Ancient Evil being born during Typhon’s disaster.
Such an existence could not be killed, one could only wait for it to seek its own death… Sighing, ‘Jordan’ carried the Bronze Giant Coffin, surveying the environnt of the Underworld.
Unaware that his own mory was actually full of falsehoods, and the so-called ‘plan’ was full of holes.
In fact, the reason why he was targeted by the Ancient Evil, The Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, was an already pre-arranged result, and ‘Jordan’ thought it was just his bad luck.
However, in reality, a fragnted and stitched soul like his was just the favorite delicacy of such Ancient Evil beings, naturally capable of becoming one of its ‘main souls’.
And once he was justifiably devoured by the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, all clues would end there.
As a Grand Sorceress who sched everything but eventually fell to ‘luck’, ‘Jordan’ would bear the brunt of all the bla, with no one else able to glimpse the truth behind it.
Under the power of the Mother Tree, such soul stitching would beco extraordinarily reasonable.
Even if soone could fish it out again, they would still think it was the work of the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, rather than soone having split his soul beforehand…
“Huh?”
On the vast and boundless plain, scattered bones moved laboriously.
‘Jordan’ was just about to leave here, to find a secluded place to hide for a while.
But at the next mont, a startled sound quietly arose from behind him.
Cold sweat instantly seeped from his back, all his senses telling him there was no one else here.
But ‘Jordan’ was sure it was not his auditory hallucination.
The nearly instant seven-ring witchcraft [High-level Any Door] began to construct, this invisible enemy was certainly not sothing he could handle.
Yet before this witchcraft could be released, his consciousness gradually blurred.
Standing on the earth, ‘Jordan’ fell asleep directly, the whole process without the slightest resistance.
‘Thud——’
‘Bang——’
The Bronze Coffin fell to the ground alongside him, making a noise that drew the attention of several skeletons.
The fire of the soul burned between the skulls, and instinct told them that if they could capture the life of the fallen one, they would undergo so kind of transformative change in fate… However, the next mont, the void rippled.
A gray-haired youth stepped out, casually crushing those mindless lower creatures.
“Look, what have I stumbled upon?”
“A human Grand Sorceress tainted with Evil aura, and also a heavily wounded, unconscious Deity?”
With a peculiar expression, Hypnos never expected that upon just escaping a predicant, he would encounter such an interesting situation.
Youth Goddess Hebe, he recognized her aura.
Yet now, the daughter of the Divine King and the Heavenly Empress was locked in the Bronze Coffin, concealing her trace by various ans.
If it weren’t right under his nose, the God of Sleep admitted he might not have detected her presence.
And this very tight aura isolation was obviously to counter the Divine Court’s investigation.
Taking a step forward, Hypnos intended to take so action.
Since he encountered this, there was no reason to give it up, if he could bring the Youth Goddess back to Hell, it would count as a great rit… However, his expression changed slightly, and Hypnos suddenly halted.
Upon him, the mark previously taken was now shining brightly.
Ande’s judgnt wasn’t quite accurate, in fact, if it wasn’t the God of Sleep standing here, even with Zeus confined within Olympus, he couldn’t possibly take the mark left by the Divine King on Cerberus.
But before Hypnos himself, these issues were not issues at all.
As a Deity who in a past fate indeed brought Zeus into a bind, the God of Sleep had a way to let this mark fall into an alternate slumber.
But the premise was nothing would stimulate it, keeping it in a dormant state.
“…A connection from the bloodline, or the residual aura of Law on Hebe?”
Not very certain, but Hypnos knew he better not attempt taking the opposite party away.
Zeus’s mark was already very dangerous, should anything untoward happen, it wouldn’t be sothing a Youth Goddess could redy.
“Tch… Just leave it to that Evil creature, it seems to be approaching.”
“An existence that devours living souls… truly a sin.”
A flicker of disgust flashed beneath his eyes, Hypnos’s heart stirred slightly, leaving the aura of the previous human here.
Waking up from his dominion, regardless of how it was achieved, was no simple feat.
Let them fight it out, as for himself…
With a wave of his sleeve, Hypnos whisked away the human.
Although from his perspective, this human sorceress’s soul seed to have so issues, it didn’t matter.
There are many ways to transform into demons, he could very well let the other inherit the mories, born as a new individual.
Through this similar to a re-gestating process, the soul’s various defects would no longer exist.
Of course, as a price, the newly born being would bear almost no substantial connection to the previous one, only possessing the sa mories.
…
“So you an, because no one can judge the trajectory of the Evil being, nor can anyone guarantee it won’t choose to attack while I’m consuming the Magic Potion, and sneaking into the Styx River.”
“Therefore, the best solution is to destroy the danger at its bud directly?”
Placing the towering bronze pillar horizontally across the Acheron River, successfully crossing this Styx River where the ferryman was nowhere to be found.
Unaware of what was happening in another corner of the Underworld, listening to Ande’s intent, Heracles frowned slightly.
“But the Underworld is so vast, and the Ancient Evil’s form is so elusive.”
“Even not ntioning their so-called undying nature, I also cannot find its trace.”
“…That’s how it is, but I don’t have a better solution—huh?”
Just as he responded, Ande’s tone unconsciously paused.
Simultaneously, as if sensing sothing, the Great Hero lifted his head, looking towards the distant gray wilderness.
At the horizon, sothing seed to have noticed their presence, sothing between form and the formless.
Vaguely, he seed to hear the wailing of billions of souls.
“…Seems like I won’t have to look for it, does it?”
With a calm expression, Heracles grasped the bronze staff.
“[Ancient Evil: The Thousand-Faced Soul Eater]…”
Even if he penetrated into the Spirit Realm and reached the core of the fourth layer All-Spirit Realm, the Great Hero couldn’t be certain he’d surely achieve his wish.
So before that, if he could defeat this soul-corrupting Evil creature ahead of ti, that would also be—
“—Not right!”
His expression subtly changed, Heracles turned his head to look in another direction.
Over there, another aura was slowly rising.
Like the Thousand-Faced Soul Eater, they all exuded an Evil creatures’ aura.
But the feeling they gave was completely different.
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