Chapter 1139: Chapter 484: Falling into the River
For the wizards of Silver Moon City, Hades had actually encountered them before.
Long ago, due to the existence of the undead, he had noticed the inventions created by humans.
Compared to the low intelligence of most undead and the long years needed to gradually awaken their wisdom, the life box created by humans was intriguing.
It could directly transform a rational and intelligent life form into an undead being that is close to death, and obtain what can be called undying life, with the cost rely being the dilution of their humanity and emotions as mortals.
In the eyes of the Underworld King, this certainly didn’t count as a cost, so he once sent subordinates to understand the related issues, even using things longed for by mortals to exchange for their research.
In recent years, Hades had even recruited so powerful spellcasters from among the mortals, transforming them after death into this very special life form.
Neither living nor dead, neither human nor god, transford by a wizard, resembling demons, so they called themselves Witch Demons, which Hades found quite fitting.
This new race, unable to reproduce in normal ways, was classified under undead life and was reshaped with so power newly acquired by the Underworld King.
Eventually, they beca a kind of belonging only to Hades, a wisdom species with a vastly different social structure.
“Charon.”
Speaking of wizards, he seed to recall sothing.
Hades looked at the ferryman, asking about another matter.
“How is the transaction with that Divine Witch going, and how long until the ritual that can directly summon abyssal beings is created?”
“That… should be soon, right?”
Not very sure, Charon’s response was sowhat vague.
“… As soon as possible then.”
“Although the abyss hides many forbidden entities, I’ve gradually discovered that it is also a great treasure trove, it’s just a matter of whether you know how to uncover it…”
With a mysterious expression, Hades glanced at the Nether Moon in the sky.
He rembered when he initially wanted to expand the undead numbers, he tried to persuade her with both emotion and reason, but in the end, a confrontation was inevitable.
If such things happen just once it’s fine, but if it happens again, then it’s a problem of his personal ability.
However, for the birth of the Undead Clan, the existence of magic power and spiritual power was indispensable, so what should he do?
“Naturally, to rummage through garbage…”
With a sigh, the Underworld King felt a bit awkward.
“In Tartarus, who knows how much untidy source power is mixed, ultimately evolving into all sorts of strange creations.”
“Since the dominion and laws of the present world have been fully divided, no one can stop from rummaging through the trash heaps to find so things, right?”
“Although the gap between chaos and order is very obvious, bit by bit, a way can always be found.”
“Regardless of anything else, at least in death, all beings are equal.”
Although the Chaos World never lacks powerful goddesses, there seems to be a clear gender bias when it cos to authority, whether it be the Underworld King, Sea Emperor, or the Divine King.
However, there is an exception in the Nine Realms.
The dominator of Helheim, descendant of an otherworldly God King, dominating the Underworld, the Goddess of the Dead——Hel.
She is one of the few female rulers, even if just the ruler of the world of the dead.
However, Hades doesn’t know much about her, because even after exploring for a long ti, he still hasn’t found the true legacy of that goddess left in the world.
…
“Co… co… co with us…”
“…”
“Go die… go die… all go to die…”
“…”
“Who are you… Who am I… Who will co to save …”
“No… let go… lose … kill you… we’ll die together…”
“…”
Boom——
Holding a bronze staff, Heracles traversed among the myriad soul shadows.
Roars, pleas, curses, wails… countless voices intertwined, resembling a chorus from Purgatory.
Even with the power of the Golden Scales transforming his spiritual domain damage into physical damage, the Great Hero still found his heart unsettled by the symphony of countless voices.
Though each swing of his bronze staff extinguished countless souls, it was of no consequence to the Thousand-faced Soul Eater.
For even without Heracles’ presence, souls were continuously being born and perishing within its own body.
As long as it wasn’t erased by such special fundantals like death, or had its soul body drawn out by Spirit Realm deities, re destruction would only grind so souls to nourish others.
Gradually, the Great Hero also realized this point.
Yet faced with the true body of an ancient evil being, even with the assistance of the divine artifact, it was difficult to truly deal with the opponent.
Bam——
“Huff—can’t go on like this.”
With a solemn expression, looking around.
At this mont, rather than fighting the Thousand-faced Soul Eater, it was as if Heracles had already been swallowed into its belly.
Looking all around, the Great Hero seed to be within a world belonging to dead souls… yet at that mont, he seed to notice sothing.
“What is that?”
With twitching expression, Heracles lifted his staff to open up a path.
At the end of the path, a bronze giant coffin floated amidst the ocean made up of countless dead souls.
So faint radiance seeped through the giant coffin, keeping nearby souls at bay—this was the radiance of divinity.
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