Capítulo 1168: Chapter 498: Invitation of Darkness and Darkness
Long…
Bang—!
The door opens and closes, a ray of sunlight briefly enters the Temple.
Twelve towering statues of gods are swept by the light, especially the one in the center, the Divine King.
Cronus, the King of Temporal, perhaps because he once conquered the Sun, Hyperion’s position subtly worships him.
Of course, among the Titans, there are those whose positions would never be touched by sunlight, such as Coeus in the far corner.
He hides in the shadows, standing apart even from Phoebe.
It’s as if they are not spouses, but strangers long separated.
“You’re like this, and so am I.”
“Isn’t that right, Coeus?”
Speaking softly, the Lord of the Nine Hells seems to talk to soone.
However, no one responds to him, the Temple is silent.
This is normal, since its inception, few co to this temple dedicated to the Titans.
Humans who know of their existence dare not worship, mortals who don’t know their existence see no reason to worship.
In the end, though it always exists, its inherent desolation never changes.
Smiling, shaking his head, Asmodeus pays no attention to this wordless silence.
He just slowly moves forward, examining his own past statue.
The towering stone statue is rough and wild, yet accurately portrays a few of the Divine King’s divine rhythm.
After a mont of contemplation, the Lord of the Nine Hells understands that to unravel the mystery behind this Temple, he needs a form of ‘authorization’, sothing only Cronus possesses or knows.
But just as he prepares, a familiar sharpness suddenly cos from the edge of the town.
“That is… the sickle.”
First surprised, then realization dawns on his face.
As its forr first holder, no one understands the Naless Scythe better than Asmodeus.
Even if he has abandoned the past, he could find this Divine Artifact at any ti and bring it back to Hell if he wants.
But at this mont, gazing at its aura, the Lord of the Nine Hells does nothing.
He rely watches quietly, only a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.
“Your Majesty.”
After a while, speaking softly, phisto slightly bows:
“If you don’t wish to retrieve the Divine Artifact yourself, I might take the liberty to do it for you.”
“In at most three days, I can have it appear before you.”
The voice is calm, as if describing the most ordinary matter.
Although in terms of pure strength, Hestia wielding the Naless Scythe could easily toss him around.
But at this mont, neither the speaker nor the listener doubts this matter in the least.
With phisto’s capabilities to deal with Hestia, he could conceive a hundred ways to save the country by indirect ans.
However, standing in front of him, with a slight shake of his head, Asmodeus still declines the proposal.
“No need, let it stay there.”
“It is of no use to now.”
“But if that day truly cos… then it can always return to my hand.”
That day, naturally refers to when Uranus awakens.
If that ti truly arrives and the other can still recognize him, the Lord of the Nine Hells wouldn’t mind trying his old nightmare himself, the insurmountable peak in his eyes.
After all, to the holder of patriarchal power, the power of this sickle is unparalleled.
Even a Genesis Artifact like the Well of Reincarnation pales in comparison.
“Alright, let’s get back to the main topic.”
“Since you refuse to see , let co to you.”
Retracting his gaze, Asmodeus naturally knows, the Goddess who governs the passage of ti is just a valley away, a place he can reach with a stride.
But he does nothing, simply placing a hand on the towering statue.
The next mont, a wave of temporal and spatial fluctuation emanates, and the middle-aged man’s figure disappears.
In this empty Temple, only phisto is left.
“Huh… truly complex.”
Feeling inside, phisto cannot fully comprehend Asmodeus’s behavior.
After all, possessing such power, just do whatever you want, why make it so complex.
As the first generation demon transford from Silver Humanity, phisto cannot empathize.
Regarding the emotions of most gods and humans, he stands at a rational standpoint to analyze, manipulate, even mock their flaws, never personally experiencing them.
In the past, he always thought his king was like this too.
Being the creator of demons, he ought to be like demons, even higher and purer.
But now, it seems his judgnt may have been mistaken.
“Tsk… wait—who’s there?”
In an instant, in the center of the Temple, his previously relaxed expression suddenly changes, phisto becos as if facing an enemy.
Vaguely, he seems to sense sothing entering this Temple, yet can’t detect any concrete trace.
This strength… is it so special authority?
Secrecy, Space, Shadow, or the mysterious and imperceptible Destiny and Ti?
Black mist spreads, the innate power of demons perates the Temple.
phisto points forward, attempting to mobilize a hidden trump card.
No matter what, since he can sense even a bit of the other’s trace, it shows their strength gap isn’t as insurmountable as between True God and Great Divine Power.
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