Chapter 462: After the war, the god of death is blessed
Say the sacred one—
The cold wind in the underworld blew across the dead iron forest, and the needles that shone coldly shook gently.
Yeats vaguely felt like she was moving and barely opened her eyes.
In front of the blurred vision, there was a back in a dark robe, like a hermit in the mist, walking slowly in the thick fog that covered the iron woods.
When Yeats tried to see the figure more carefully.
But I saw three huge dog heads turning their heads to stare at me, grinning at the corners of my mouth showing a earnest smile.
"Roar!"
You're awake!
The three dog heads squeezed together and frowned. The scene was particularly funny, as if it would appear in "Cat and Mouse".
Yeats was slightly shocked, and then came back to his senses and realized his current situation.
The mount carrying himself forward in this underworld is the three-headed hell dog guarding the underworld, Cerberus!
In this way, the identity of the figure ahead can also be determined-
Yeats couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
That is the master of this plane, the goddess of death with powerful divine power!
Without permission, he broke into the underworld and injected the blood river containing the laws of plague into the Styx without authorization.
Although Daisy said that the goddess of death would not blame herself, Yeats was somewhat nervous.
However, judging from the fact that she saved her unconscious self and asked the three-headed dog of the hell to be responsible for carrying it, she should not have the intention to kill herself, otherwise she should have taken action just now...
Yeats' thoughts were complicated and he ignored the eager gaze of the three-headed dog in the Hell.
"Ao~" The three brothers from Hell couldn't help but feel a little dejected.
The tail is almost shaking, and the old guy is not seeing some delicious food!
When you come to the underworld, you don’t bring us honey cakes? Is there any other way to the king?
This depressed emotion attracted Yeats' attention.
He glanced at the three-headed hell dog with his head drooping, and immediately understood.
Honey sweet cakes can be stored for a long time with the blessing of Arinier's ability to keep fresh. Yeats had long known that the three-headed dogs in the underworld like to eat honey cakes, so they stocked up a lot of them with precautions.
He took out the sweet cake wrapped in oil seal paper directly from the Nibelungan ring. Yeats took it apart in front of the three-headed dog. He saw a light coming out of the three-headed dog's eyes, and saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
"Ao!" The three-headed dog in hell shook its tail again.
It seems that you haven't forgotten the three of us, good brothers!
"Accusing brothers and brothers with the Hell Three-headed Dog... Isn't this proof that Yeats is also a dog?" Zhuangya thought to himself.
I dare not say this. After all, Ye Zhi holds a grudge. He is in the underworld, where he is not in front of the village or the shop, and he can't find a place to raise supplies. It's no small matter to be hungry!
Yeats fed the honey cakes one by one into the mouth of the three-headed dog in the hell. Because I couldn't wait, the three heads almost started fighting to fight for the other party's rations.
The movement attracted the attention of the black robe figure in front of her. She did not look back, but said lightly:
"You don't seem to be here alone."
Yeats was stunned for a moment, and realized that the goddess of death was talking to him and replied:
"Yes, there are two human women who are teleported to the underworld plane with me... I want to know their whereabouts now, and I wonder if you can agree to my request, the respected Goddess of Death."
The goddess of death did not speak and took the lead in walking up the suspension bridge ahead.
The shadows around became deeper and the three-headed dogs were walking past a shaky wooden suspension bridge. Two tombstones stand at both ends of the suspension bridge, with two thin and long hair tied to the tombstones, and a whole wooden bridge is hung.
Yeats saw the cold River Styx flowing around him, and a cold feeling that reached his soul suddenly surged.
If you accidentally fall into the Styx, even your soul will be destroyed and you will never be resurrected!
Crack--
The suspension bridge was shaking, and at this moment, a cold and ice-like sound came in the wind.
"Why do you do this?" "What?" Yeats swallowed.
"I ask, why did you trek into the underworld and transfer the conflict to the Styx?"
The goddess of death stood at the end of the suspension bridge, took off her hood, looked back at Yeats, with a cold look.
What kind of beautiful and melancholy face is that?
Even though Yeats had seen too many stunning beauties, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Half of the face of the goddess of death is too perfect, so beautiful that it is not as composed of things in the world. However, her other half of her face is as hideous as a Rakshasa ghost, rotten, distorted and terrifying.
Yeats suddenly remembered the description of Hela, the goddess of death in Norse mythology.
Half of the body of the Goddess of Death is gentle and beautiful, while the other half is as rotten and hideous as an evil ghost, and is in a low mood, melancholy and depression can be seen on his face.
The background of the goddess of death in the atrium mythology is different from that of Hela, but the similarity lies in her beautiful and ugly face.
Yeats calmed down and took the initiative to leave the back of the three-headed dog in the hell, stood on the crumbling suspension bridge, saluted solemnly, and said:
"I can't watch the human world be destroyed by the plague, but only your plane is the most restrained by the laws of plague. It's really urgent, I have to do this..."
"To express my apology, I am willing to use this holy artifact as a plea to compensate you for your losses."
Yeats spread his palms, and the Holy Grail of ingenious craftsmanship in his palm was shining with beautiful glory.
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This holy grail is the biggest gain of the trip to Earth Abyss.
It contains [strength] ability, and can work for the domain and even the laws, which is enough to demonstrate Yeats' sincerity!
The goddess of death's eyes flashed slightly and she asked back:
"Do you think I'll want this thing?"
"As far as I know, this holy grail is still effective even for the Eight Rings True God." Yeats said sincerely.
The goddess of death suddenly smiled, and the pressure suddenly eased like an ice-free releasing, and said:
"Put it away, in fact, I don't blame you, I'm just a little surprised..."
After pausing for a moment, the goddess of death looked at Yeats deeply and said:
"Unexpectedly, some people always make unexpectedly consistent choices when facing disasters."
Yeats looked puzzled, and saw the goddess of death gently wave her sleeves, and a cold wind supported her body to make Yeats fall on the back of the three-headed dog in hell again.
"You still need to rest." The goddess of death said calmly, "First follow me to return to the palace, and then reminisce about your two companions... They are already waiting for you..."
Cross the suspension bridge,
At the end of the view, a majestic obsidian palace appears, with towering Gothic spires inserted into the gloomy clouds.
As soon as he walked into the hall, Yeats noticed a familiar aura.
A crimson carpet was paved in the center of the hall, with huge marble pillars standing tall, one of which was leaning against a red-haired eagle helmet, and the other was pacing anxiously on the carpet.
When they saw the visitor, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in their eyes, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
"It is certainly joyful to meet your companions again, but..."
The goddess of death said lightly, "It's time to have a meal now, so you'd better wait for the meal before talking in detail."
The seemingly debatable tone has an undisputed order in its tone.
However, Yeats could not sense the hostility from the goddess of death. It was thought that Daisy had once again bet right... Yeats thought to himself, it seems that the inheritance of the God of Light is better, and she will not make things difficult for me!
"Your Highness the Goddess of Death, let me be responsible for cooking."
Yeats spread his palms, and Ariniel shone with his shrunk in his palms, and volunteered: "You should help me, and I should thank you too."
The goddess of death glanced at Ariniel, her eyes fixed on Yeats' face again, and she nodded slightly and said:
"Don't let me down."
Is the meal session after the war...
Yeats's eyes flashed and he made up his mind.
Taking this opportunity, perhaps you can get new blessings from the goddess of death!
According to Yeats' impression, the goddess of death held an extremely powerful blessing, which was very consistent with the God-killing sword "Silver Ost Sword".
This blessing can even cause damage to the gods, and is a powerful authority close to the weapon of the law of cause and effect. It is called "Death of the Law of Law"!
(This chapter ends)