The only unfortunate part was that Crius suddenly realized that not only was each of his future enemies no weaker than he was now, but there were also six of them.
As for his teammates... Crius glanced at phisto next to him.
No matter how he looked at him, the other party didn’t seem like soone who could fight well.
"Why are you the only one here? Where’s the god you brought into Hell, and the other guy, the one... Hypnos? Where did he go?"
Frowning, Crius was sowhat dissatisfied.
Although they hadn’t interacted much, he had to admit that the divine power of the God of Sleep was indeed very powerful, even stronger than his. According to Hypnos, this was after he had lost the domain of "Sleep," otherwise, he would have been almost at the pinnacle of the True Gods’ realm.
This revelation sowhat shocked Crius, for Hypnos had been virtually unknown in the Mortal Realm. But after thinking about it, he found it not so surprising.
After all, such was the world of Chaos, where death was ridiculously weak, but sleep had taken its place because, in this world, the most dreadful fate for a god was not death but eternal slumber.
Therefore, it was only natural that the authority of the God of Sleep was strong—of course, perhaps it was this very strength that led to his overconfident rebellion.
Regardless of the reason, it didn’t concern Crius. He was just dissatisfied now because it seed the other party had no intention of cooperating.
"He doesn’t think hiding in his own little world will be of any use, does he?" Crius snorted coldly, gripping his sword hilt, "Or does he think that the Lord of the Nine Hells won’t settle accounts for his desertion?"
Before coming here, Asmodeus had clearly told him that the lord of the third layer of Hell would help him restrain at least two Demon Gods. But now, he had no idea where the man was.
"Don’t worry, Crius, he must have already arrived. As long as he wants to stay in Hell, he cannot defy the unanimous command of the two rulers."
From beside him, phisto in mid-air was not in a hurry.
"As for where... The greatest use of his authority is not direct combat. However, I believe he will put in the effort."
Unlike Crius, who was tense, phisto was actually enjoying the unique scenery of the noisy empty tunnel. Behind this distinctive environnt lay the visible power of the lord of this layer, sothing he did not yet possess.
Even though he had suddenly beco a great lord of Hell, and even temporarily granted jurisdiction over the second layer of Hell due to the war, one problem still lay before him.
Unlike his partner Crius, who might be considered ’bringing capital into the partnership,’ phisto was purely a high-level ’employee’; everything he possessed was because he could still create value for the Lord of the Nine Hells.
But no value is permanent, and the longest-lasting value is to transform oneself into that value itself, like Crius and his teorological Origin.
"Indeed, disaster is the ladder to ascend... The destruction of humanity brought to where I am today, and the invasion of the Abyss is for a better tomorrow for us."
With a pensive look, phisto smiled and said:
"So, looking on the bright side, perhaps after today, the noisy empty tunnel will grow stronger fed by the nourishnt of Demon Gods’ flesh and blood?"
"Only if you are still alive tomorrow, human," Crius responded coldly.
"And I hope you rember, remnant of the Silver Age: I am immortal, but you are not."
Leaving behind a cold laugh, wrapped in a hurricane, Crius leapt into the air. Behind him, phisto watched his retreating figure with an unchanged smile.
He knew that as an innate Deity, Crius never really looked up to him. Or rather, almost all gods disliked seeing mortals gradually beco their equals, which was quite normal.
But as common as it might be, there are plenty of normal things in this world. Like now, the key to determining the outco of the war was never in the hands of Crius.
"Silver Humanity... you are right," phisto said.
Retrieving a silver mirror from the void, looking at the Divine Artifact granted temporarily to him, phisto continued to wait. Until at one mont, a thunderous roar ca from the edge of space, shaking the whole world.
"Boom——"
Gazing up slightly, phisto knew that the gates of Hell had been opened.
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