Chapter 348 The Gossip of the Goddess of Death, "The Duke has been promoted to the sixth ring?!" (7K)
Hades.
The sky was filled with heavy fog, making it difficult to distinguish the direction. In the haze, a figure flew over the dead wilderness.
Yeats held the gun in one hand and held it behind his back. The magic gun Gayaberg glowed with a deep black cold light. He looked down at the desolate rift valley with his eyes. With great concentration, he carefully emerged from the narrow abyss like a crack in the earth. Flying above.
There are countless dead souls living in the narrow abyss, and just by taking a peek, Yeats shudders at the aura of darkness exuding from it.
At the same time, Yeats couldn't help but secretly sigh about his luck. Fortunately, he relied on the advantage of his prophet to obtain the "Winged Boots" from the hands of Medis, the god of messengers.
Relying on this treasure, he was able to fly through the canopy of the underworld shrouded in death and avoid restricted areas along the way.
"Back here again."
The mist formed by the illusion once again turned into Daisy's illusion.
She floated next to Yeats, staring at Yeats with a pair of mysterious gray eyes as deep as a pool of water, pursed her lips and chuckled:
"This place feels very familiar, doesn't it?"
"Yes, arriving in the underworld is as friendly as returning home."
Yeats said with a deadpan expression: "After all, I have seen it two or three times before, and it's hard to imagine if I'm not familiar with it!"
"You already know?" Daisy pretended to be surprised and blinked her crystal eyes.
"What do you know?" Yeats looked back strangely.
"Last time you were not dreaming, but I really took you for a walk in the underworld... It can be simply summarized as an out-of-body experience."
Daisy was full of interest, her eyes turned into crescent moons, and she asked with a smile:
"How about it? Isn't it interesting?"
Yeats laughed twice.
In the middle of the night, I went to the Gate of Hell for a walk. It was really interesting!
Yeats was already familiar with Daisy's temper, and Daisy had never cheated him on important matters, so she accepted some of the daily pranks of the goddess of fun.
Moreover, thanks to Daisy's guidance, I can firmly remember the route to the underworld.
There are many powerful creatures living in the underworld. They are either servants of the God of Death, or they are condensed from the power of death. Compared with the shadow world, they are not subject to the constraints of Skach, so they are more dangerous than the creatures in the shadow world.
Even though Yeats was already in the sixth ring, possessing the Dark Night Fighting Qi to protect his body, his attainments in the Dark Night School were unparalleled in the mainland.
Facing the forbidden area of death in the underworld, we still dare not invade rashly.
Speeding along the safe route, we soon arrived at the periwinkle field we had been to before.
Endless periwinkles sway in the cold wind, and the blue and purple flowers form a rare touch of color in the underworld.
Noticing Yeats's observing eyes, Daisy smiled slightly and said:
"Do you want to know the gossip about the goddess of death?"
A zero-frame start unique to the older generation of artists!
Gossip about the goddess of death? What is the difference between this and seeking death!
Yeats was so shocked by this shocking speech that he coughed twice and said:
"Is this okay to say?"
"Of course!"
Daisy looked back at the black palace in the distance, which looked like a huge beast in the heavy fog, and chuckled:
"She can't hear it anyway, so it doesn't matter. Besides...don't you really want to know?"
Facing Daisy who exposed his thoughts, Yeats was not pretentious and nodded:
"Elaborate!"
"What's going on? Let me hear it too!"
The little squirrel stood on Yeats's shoulder and echoed.
Diamond Tooth can see Daisy's illusions and can freely enter and exit the demon pet's small plane. He and Daisy are like-minded.
Yeats felt very complicated when he thought about the world-destroying war that Diamond Tooth had once provoked, and when he thought about Daisy who was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
The better days are yet to come!
"The reason why the Goddess of Death is in this world full of death, even at the expense of her original power, to keep the flowers from the material plane alive, and to take good care of the periwinkles, is because of a god..." Daisy said in a long tail tone, Whet your appetite.
Yeats guessed: "It can't be the God of Light, right?"
Daisy said in surprise: "How did you know?"
Yeats said helplessly: "Because the God of Light has such a strong presence, He appears in almost every story related to the gods!"
Daisy smiled and said: "After all, he is the most beloved among the gods. However, even I have never seen Him. The God of Light disappeared when I was born."
Yeats was slightly startled and secretly wrote down this information.
The birth of the goddess of illusion was later than that of the God of Light, and illusion appeared after the birth of the goddess of magic Minerva...
This means that there is a possibility: the era when the God of Light and the King of Gods appeared is older than the era when the three gods of dark night, moonlight, and magic appeared.
According to this inference, the Goddess of Death, who was of the same era as the God of Light, may have more terrifying power than the Goddess of Dark Night and Moonlight!
It is reasonable to think so, Yeats thought, even the gods will die, the power of the law of [death] must be more powerful than the three of [moonlight], [dark night] and [magic]!
Daisy continued: "The goddess of death once went to the country where the gods lived and asked for the god of light to live in the underworld, but she was rejected. After the death of the god of light, the goddess of death planted a periwinkle in the underworld as a sign of gratitude. The thoughts of the God of Light..."
"I have reason to suspect that the Goddess of Death has some interest in the God of Light!"
Daisy's eyes were burning with the soul of gossip, and she said:
"The statement recorded in history is actually a vague description of the goddess of death proposing marriage to the god of light!"
Yeats was no longer able to complain and said:
"Proposing marriage? Do gods also follow human practices?"
"Is it possible that human beings' practices are inherited from the gods?" Daisy asked.
Yeats was stunned.
Zuanya nodded and said: "It seems like this. There was a one-eyed old man who once went to the distant kingdom of God to propose marriage, and then learned a lot of magic from his wife!"
Yeats was in a strange mood.
Drill Tooth, the one-eyed old man you're talking about, doesn't he mean Odin?
"In short, after the death of the God of Light, the Goddess of Death disappeared for thousands of years. It is rumored that she has been staying in her palace, isolated from the world. There must be a connection between the two." Daisy spread her hands and said.
"She looks very much like the little widow." Zuanya said.
Daisy's eyes lit up: "This metaphor is very appropriate!"
Zuanya said proudly: "Of course, I am very good at metaphors, no worse than a certain dragonborn!"
Yeats looked to the sky.
The image of the goddess of death in his mind suddenly became subtle.
From the ever-dictating empress of the underworld to a lonely and cold widow...
"I think there are many similarities between Yeats and the God of Light."
Zuanya suddenly said: "I wonder how Yeats will react when he sees the goddess of death next time. Hehe, I'm looking forward to it!"
"Oh? That sounds interesting!" Daisy's eyes lit up.
Immediately, the goddess of fun and the evil squirrel looked at each other and laughed tacitly.
Yeats: "..."
You two are not afraid of death, I am!
Although because of the friendship between the Goddess of Death and the God of Light, I should be very happy to see the lyre in my hand.
But the Goddess of Death is more terrifying than the Goddess of Night after all... It’s better not to provoke her as much as possible!
Yeats, who was completely unaware of the FLAG, continued flying towards the gate of the underworld, with the noise of the two "mascots" constantly ringing in his ears.
"Have you ever seen the God of Light?" Daisy's vision looked at the little squirrel lying on Yeats's shoulder in surprise.
"Of course!"
Daisy has long known that the drill tooth has a profound origin, and it is almost likely that it is the legendary monster on the World Tree.
Its qualifications are at the legendary level, but its combat effectiveness is very worrying. As for why it has fallen to this level, Daisy has no intention of asking, and curiously said:
"The God of Light, what does he look like?"
"How to describe it..." Zhuan Ya scratched his head, glanced at Yeats' side face, and gestured with his little paw, "Just like Yeats, shine a light on his head, and then use a bunch of legendary spells to increase his charm. Almost! ”
"You turned on the beauty and filter effects, right?" Yeats said incomprehensible words.
Zhuan Ya still understood the meaning of these terms, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Not bad, the summary is very appropriate!"
The excitement in Daisy's eyes became more and more obvious, and she said:
"In other words, when Yeats's strength increases in the future, wouldn't he hope to pay tribute to the God of Light?!"
A sudden chill hit behind him, and Yeats intuitively felt a sense of crisis and looked at Daisy warily:
"What do you want to do again?"
"It's nothing." Daisy comforted her with a smile, saying in her heart, you will know when the time comes!
While chatting, the majestic gate to the underworld came into view.
In the thick fog, there is a huge obsidian door frame. In the center of the door frame is a burning dark green flame, like a plane passage, surging with majestic space energy.
In front of the gate of the underworld, stood a black giant beast as strong as a mountain.
The three huge heads were bared with terrifying fangs, and the necks were burning with crimson hellfire. The pupils were red and the eyes were wide open with anger. The hair was like steel needles, and the tail was like a thorn whip. There was a strong aura of death surging around the body, giving People feel depressed and hopeless!
The legendary monster, the three-headed dog of hell!
The overwhelming sense of oppression came towards him. Yeats's eyes were solemn, and he used his master's willpower to resist. Only then did the fear in his heart ease.
Immediately, the three-headed hell dog noticed the uninvited guest flying in mid-air.
The three majestic and ferocious heads looked at Yeats's flying figure, showing a trace of confusion and surprise.
Am I dazzled? Why do you see someone flying in the sky of the underworld?
Even I can't do this!
If I could fly, if I wanted to cross the River Styx, I wouldn't have to look at that Centaur boatman's face!
Afterwards, I realized that the three-headed dog of hell bared its fangs and roared.
"Roar——!!"
What do you think this is? Come down here quickly!
Yeats heard the anger and a little bit of envy in the tone, and smiled happily, thinking that the three-headed dog of hell was still as smart as ever.
Controlling the wing boots, Yeats slowly landed in front of the three-headed hell dog and said with a smile:
"Please don't be nervous, I'm not hostile."
"I came here to ask you a favor and let me leave the underworld."
As soon as these words came out, the three heads of the three-headed hell dog immediately raised their heads proudly, blocking Yeats' path with their huge mountainous body, their eyes stern.
"Roar!!"
What do you think of the underworld? Come when you want and leave when you want?
You simply don’t take me, the gatekeeper of the underworld, seriously!
A legendary aura that is comparable to the holy realm came out from its body, rolling up a violent black shadow!
The eyes of the three-headed hell dog became colder and colder, shooting out a fierce light that chose people to eat, and a low vibration echoed in its throat.
I don't care how you have the ability to fly in the underworld... Now, go back to where you came from!
"Hey, what a coincidence, I brought you a gift!"
Yeats raised a finger and immediately took out a box of snacks from the space ring like magic, and said with a smile:
"Look, what is this?"
The three-headed hell dog was stunned for a moment. The three huge heads looked at Yeats warily. Then the head in the center slowly lowered its head and looked at the so-called "gift", with a strange brilliance in its ferocious eyes.
In the box, honey cookies are neatly placed, golden in color, slightly crispy on the surface, and exuding an alluring aroma.
The three-headed dog of hell has never been able to resist honey cookies.
There are many scenes in the myth of three heads biting each other over honey cookies.
Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, once personally instructed her chosen ones, saying that when encountering the three-headed dog of hell, remember to use honey cookies as a bribe.
The head in the center, smelling the alluring sweet aroma of honey, looking at the browned and crispy cookies, saliva dripped unconsciously from the fangs to the ground, corroding the ground with a 'squeak'.
I can’t imagine how delicious this honey cookie will be when you eat it!
Well...this human being is very wise and knew not to come to see me empty-handed, so he specially brought my favorite snacks! The head in the center secretly looked around at the other two heads on both sides with ferocious eyes, staring closely at Yeats. He immediately felt his heart skip a beat, stretched his neck, opened his bloody mouth, and suddenly bit the lower half of the box of cake. box!
Yeats' eyelids twitched.
In the blink of an eye, half of the cookie was left!
The head in the center began to devour the food, and immediately it felt as if it was struck by lightning, and its eyes widened in shock, showing a look of shock.
The honey cake is filled with black crystal honey, a specialty of the shadow world, which is sweet but not greasy and full of energy. Coupled with Yeats's culinary knowledge, even the legendary monsters cannot resist!
The middle head is almost in tears:
"Roar..." (In the underworld, you can actually eat such delicious food...)
The other two heads of the three-headed hell dog were extremely surprised. When they turned around, they saw the middle head eating secretly.
"Roar?!" (You kid eats alone?!)
"Huh?" (Is it so delicious? Let me try it too!)
"Ouch!!" (Don't grab it, I'll bite whoever grabs it!)
Soon, the three-headed hell dogs fell into a chaotic scene of biting each other.
Zhuanya stood on Yeats's shoulder and said with surprise:
"It turns out that the three heads of the three-headed hellhound will fight each other. This is true!"
Yeats had already expected it, so he took out another two boxes of honey cakes and said calmly:
"Don't grab it, don't grab it, everyone has a share, I will give it to the one who behaves best first!"
A sharp cold light flashed in the eyes of the three-headed hell dog at the same time.
The three-headed hell dog, as huge as a mountain, crouched on the ground, wagging its huge tail, and looked at Yeats eagerly.
Yeats nodded with satisfaction and distributed the honey cakes one by one. Soon, the three heads devoured it, each one eating without making a sound!
Seizing the opportunity, Yeats proposed his purpose:
"I am actually the messenger of the Messenger God. This time I came to the shadow world to deliver a message. I want to use the underworld to leave the gate of the underworld... The pair of winged boots on my feet are a token from Medis, which can prove my identity. ! ”
According to the principle, no creature, for any reason, can pass through the gate of the underworld guarded by the three-headed dog of hell.
But in principle it can't, but in practice it can.
The three-headed hell dog glanced sideways at Yeats, and then the three heads bared their teeth lazily and yawned. With a roar, the huge body fell to the ground.
In front of Yeats, the three-headed dog of hell drooped its eyelids, looking drowsy.
"Roar..." The three-headed hell dog muttered to himself deliberately.
Why are you so sleepy all of a sudden?
No one should be coming today, so I’ll just take a nap first!
Hearing this, Yeats smiled and said:
"Thank you, senior. If we have another chance to meet again in the future, I will definitely prepare more honey cakes for you!"
The three-headed hell dog had begun to fall asleep, making deafening purring sounds, but its wagging tail still revealed its satisfied mood.
"What a silly dog!" Daisy smiled softly, "It's still the same after so many years!"
This is not stupid, it is clearly naive!
If it weren't for the three-headed dog from Hell, he wouldn't have had the chance to leave the underworld!
Yeats breathed a sigh of relief, left all the honey cakes in the space ring beside the three-headed dog of hell, and then walked towards the gate of the underworld.
When he came to the door, Yeats turned around and found that the three-headed hell dog was looking here with squinted eyes and their eyes met. It immediately closed its eyelids again and purred louder.
Yeats laughed dumbly and stood in front of the gate of the underworld. He put his hand on his chest and bowed as a courtesy.
"My name is Yeats. If I never see you again, I wish you good morning, good afternoon, good night...goodbye."
"I will definitely see you again." Zuanya said, "I mean, you will definitely come to the underworld again."
"Shut up!"
Yeats' figure disappeared into the dark green flames surging with space energy.
In the dead fog, the snoring sound of the three-headed hell dog echoed, and soon, it furtively opened its eyes.
Seeing that there was still a large pile of honey cakes beside him, the three-headed hell dog suddenly showed an expression of surprise and tasted it happily.
Suddenly.
A breath of death that covered the sky and sun turned into billowing black mist, coming from the palace on the other side of the underworld.
The legendary warcraft hell three-headed dog suddenly showed a frightened expression, lying on the ground, trembling.
However, the black mist ignored the three-headed hell dog at all, and instead floated above the gate of the underworld.
A long, vague sigh echoed quietly in this dead place.
"Could it be Him..."
"Yeats...I remember you..."
*
The far north.
The biting cold wind blew through the endless snowfield, and a magnificent glacier passed through it.
Above the glacier, a figure flew over. Yeats was weak and almost exhausted, relying on his willpower to hold on.
"Hold on, Yeats!"
Zuan Ya said energetically: "After crossing this glacier, we will reach the northern area. We will be home soon!"
Yeats gritted his teeth and activated his fighting spirit again, relying on the soul energy of Master Six Rings to barely maintain it.
The entrance to the material realm and the underworld is located on the other side of the glacier, in the valley at the end of the world.
Relying on his master-level soul power, Yeats flew for nearly a month before barely escaping from the valley area and officially arrived at the area belonging to the human world.
There were almost no living things along the way, only the endless sea and endless glaciers. Loneliness almost swallowed up Yeats's body and mind. Fortunately, with Diamond Tooth and Daisy by his side, he could barely hold on.
Even the strongest six-ring master in the mainland has to put in all his efforts to find the entrance to the underworld. Yeats thought to himself, no wonder there is no record of the entrance to the underworld in the material world. There is no need for the master to do this. Even if there is information, it has been blocked long ago. !
Finally, we crossed the glacier and arrived at the northern border. Looking down from a high altitude, we could already see the most remote human tribes.
Yeats let out a long sigh of relief, feeling tired and relieved.
It took nearly four months before and after this trip. After returning from the shadow world, it was a narrow escape, but the results were quite remarkable.
First of all, the soul power has been stabilized in the sixth ring, and it has the top combat power to conquer the mainland. The attainments of the Dark Night School are unmatched.
During his training in the Shadow Realm, he learned valuable combat skills from Skach, the Queen of the Shadow Realm.
On the other hand, the master-disciple relationship established with Skach even prompted her to gift the magic spear [Gayaberg] to herself.
Yeats couldn't help but took out the magic gun as dark as night, held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and murmured:
"Teacher..."
Bits and pieces of the shadow world and Skach's life appeared in front of my eyes.
I think of the lonely and arrogant Queen of Night Eyes who lives in a forbidden place.
Thinking of her on the bridge in the bright night of the stars, the evening wind blew through her purple hair, and the falling stars were reflected in her cold eyes.
Yeats' eyes flashed slightly and he secretly made up his mind.
"As long as you find the [Ring of the Nibelungs], you can cross the plane at any time and meet the teacher again!"
As a saint-level instructor, Skach is top-notch in both strength and teaching ability.
Under her guidance, Yeats's spear skills are now at the quasi-grandmaster level, and he has stabilized Colin's sword skills at the master level.
And relying on the divinity of the Dark Night God and the magic gun Gayaberg, even the Dark Night High Priest Margotha will be inferior to Yeats in a duel!
"I even have [Judgement Heritage]."
Yeats lowered his head and looked at his palm. A cluster of golden flames ignited in his palm, his eyes cold.
"Famula was rescued by people from the Holy See, and she will probably get in touch with the healing angel Gabriel... Humph, I really want to see her expression when she sees the fire of judgment!"
The rioting Dark Night Divinity in the Soul Realm was temporarily suppressed by the Dark Night Fighting Qi, but this was a stopgap measure after all.
If you want to completely eradicate this hidden danger, you must find the moonlight divinity that rivals it.
And the Moonlight Divine Selection Ceremony a few months later is a precious opportunity!
After returning to the physical realm.
Yeats received a lot of text messages from the magic network.
Among them are those from White Night City, some from Gray and Hilud, and some from the royal family...
During the period of crossing the Far North, Yeats relied on text messaging to deal with the backlog of affairs while flying.
The agreement with Medis to sacrifice to him on the March Holy Festival was considered a breach of contract. This gave Yeats a headache and he had to think of ways to remedy it.
The God of Messenger's combat power is not at the top among the gods, but the convenience of his spells in the fields of intelligence, travel, contracts, etc. is unmatched by other spell schools.
What's more, Yeats also wanted to use Medis' ability to restore the lyre to legendary quality.
Along the way, Yeats listened to Diamond tell many anecdotes about the gods, and was deeply impressed by what he said.
"The goddess of death only paid attention to the god of light when she heard him play the piano. Yeats, you can try it too!"
Yeats: "..."
Try it or die!
"Now go back to Baiye City."
Yeats thought to himself: "Half a month ago, Phokas said that the princess was going to visit White Night City, but it was delayed because of my absence..."
Yeats was a little worried that something had happened to the Lionheart King, but once something happened to the King, the country would not be so peaceful.
The fall of Lionheart is an important node in the game's plot. Like Candela's breakthrough into the sanctuary, it heralds the arrival of a new era.
Although Yeats wanted to change the outcome of the Lionheart King, the Lionheart King's body used the lake water of Avalon many times, and no matter how precious the potion was, it was of no avail... He could only try his best to assist the princess to show his kindness.
Thinking about it this way, before the arrival of the Holy Realm, I still have some time to develop.
"Let's first see what the princess has to say during this visit." Yeats' eyes flickered, "With my current six-ring strength, I can already decide many major decisions in the Golden Lion Kingdom."
"Even the civil war between the Lannister and Vann families, I can forcefully adjust with my personal strength..."
Yeats narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It depends on which family has a way to die first!"
To fly to Baiye City, you have to cross the airspace of Beijun Kingdom and then cross the Jueling Mountains.
The Beijun Kingdom also had a Sixth Ring Master in charge. Fearing trouble, Yeats directly enveloped himself with the fighting energy of the night, and combined with the concealment function of the Silver Sword, he flew majestically from high in the sky without attracting attention.
Three days later, the Jueling Mountains, howling in the wind and snow, were already towering before our eyes.
For a moment, Yeats felt a little dazed. The Bone Dragon, which he thought was invincible at the time, was actually inferior to the Ender Dragon in the Shadow Realm.
In the shadow world, he could defeat it without the magic gun Gayaberg. In the material plane, it was also easy to defeat the emperor-level monster.
Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intention arises.
Yeats waved the magic gun, held up the spear, and was so heroic:
"It's time to take Gray with you and catch some royal monsters to make soup!"
*
White Night City.
The lord has returned again after disappearing for more than three months.
Phokas was surprised to find that he could no longer see through the depth of the young master's current strength.
The young master exudes a restrained and profound aura, and even his standing posture has undergone an astonishing change!
Just from the way he stands, you can tell he is terrifyingly strong·JPG
Phokas did not ask any further questions and said respectfully: "Master, Your Majesty the Princess has received the news of your return and is already waiting for you in the living room."
Yeats nodded and smiled:
"Thank you for your hard work during my absence, Phokas."
There was a warm color in Phokas's eyes, he nodded silently, and led Yeats to the living room.
In the living room.
Teresa's eyes were as blue as the sea. She was wearing a white dress and a crown. When she saw Yeats walking in, she stood up to greet him.
"His Excellency the Duke Honeysuckle."
"Your Majesty the Princess." Yeats nodded in greeting, noticed the figure escorting Theresa, and nodded in greeting, "Your Excellency Colin."
Colin nodded slightly and looked at Yeats subconsciously, his pupils suddenly shrinking to a point.
Duke Honeysuckle... has been promoted to the sixth ring? !
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(End of chapter)