Chapter 302: Arriving in the underworld, it feels as friendly as going home
The underworld.
Only the souls of the dead can enter the realm of the God of Death.
Even among the gods, there are only a few who have the authority to travel between the underworld and the atrium.
The messenger god named "Medis" is one of them, and he is responsible for the power of [Guide to the Underworld].
On the dark field, white periwinkles grow, immersed in the cold mist, and the petals condense with dew, like pairs of crying eyes, looking at the two figures crossing the flower field.
Medis followed Yeats and saw that he was as friendly as at home in the underworld, and felt increasingly confused and puzzled.
How can a mere mortal know so much about the planes outside the atrium?
“The God of Light once had a nightmare about ‘death’ on a midsummer afternoon. In the dream, He came to the underworld and saw the earth covered with thick snow and dyed red with blood. "
Medis thought:
"The essence of this trial is a ray of memory left by the God of Light, leading the soul of the trialer to float away from the atrium, across the corridor, and reach the underworld. Its form is like a human's 'dream'... "
Looking at the brisk Yeats, Medis speculated:
"Did he ever accidentally come to the underworld in a dream? "
Mortals are dreaming? At this time, there is a one in ten million chance of accidentally walking through the corridor and coming to other planes or dreaming of the realm of gods. However, they will definitely forget all this memory when they wake up.
“No.” Medis denied his speculation again. He strummed the lyre in his hands casually, and the sad tunes were like the cries of the dead.
Medis' eyes flickered, something strange flashed through his heart, and he murmured:
"Someone must have [led] him and asked him to memorize the path to the underworld early!"
There are hundreds of crossroads in the underworld, leading either to twelve great rivers with ice edges and blades, or to the Hell Valley surging with eternal fire.
Once a mortal goes astray, it is impossible to survive.
And there is only one right path.
The exit of the road is the gate of the underworld guarded by hellhounds.
If a mortal wants to pass through the gate of the underworld, there must be a "guide" who knows the underworld to guide him.
The gods with this authority, in addition to the messenger god who is responsible for the message, there are also the dark night and his subordinate gods, the magic goddess of wisdom, the ferryman of the underworld...
Medi Si thought for a while, and finally suspected that it was Minerva, the goddess of wisdom and magic, who had told the young bard in front of him the road to the underworld.
“It’s strange, it’s really strange, that he is a descendant of the God of Light, but also looked upon with special eyes by the Goddess of Wisdom!”
Meddis couldn't help but become more interested in Yeats.
Yeats had long seen that Medis was not human.
But he did not expose it. After all, he still hoped to get something good from this god who was in charge of travel and communication.
Previously in the dream, Yeats crossed the gate of the underworld under the guidance of Daisy.
As for the places that some forks in the road lead to, Yeats is not sure yet, but Men'erqing remembers the way out of the underworld.
There is also the blessing of ‘talent and photographic memory’. There are dozens of forked roads in the forest of the underworld alone. Flying is not yet available here. Without this talent, Yeats would have been lost long ago.
“I thought Daisy brought me to the underworld just for fun, but I didn’t expect that she wanted to teach me the correct way to leave the underworld. She had good intentions...”
Yeats’ heart Lamented: "I wrongly blamed Daisy."
The sound of drilling teeth suddenly sounded in Yeats's mind.
“Is there a possibility that she is really just showing you the way to the underworld just for fun, just by the way?”
Yeats: "..."
This is the truth!
Legend has it that Periwinkle is the flower that the God of Light loves. As a god of the same era as Him, the God of Death admires him as much as the other gods. The God of Light will give flowers that can grow in the underworld as a gift. Death.
After passing through the periwinkle field, Yeats passed through a thorn forest, and soon he saw the door in his memory.
A huge door made of obsidian stands tall. The metal door leaf is carved with images of thorns, hounds, and poisonous snakes. There are a pair of eyes on both sides of the door, one is like a human eye, and the other is like a human eye. Just the sunken eye sockets of the skull.
"Those are the eyes of the God of Death!"
Duanya explained: "The face of the God of Death in the material realm, half is a intact human face, and the other half is a rotten face, symbolizing the union of life and death. Two become one."
"What is the relationship between the God of Death and other gods?"
Yeats rarely heard of people worshiping the God of Death in Zhongting Continent. The blessings sent by the God of Death are related to God. There are very few traces of him, and he is a rather low-key god.
Drilling Tooth showed the knowledge that a [Totem] level creature should have, and said:
"I had an old relationship with the God of Light before, but I don't seem to have any allies other than that... He is a god with a slow nature. Unless there is something big, he will not leave his palace at all."
Yeats mused.
Sounds like a homebody.
It is worth mentioning that people in the north regard death from illness as a shame, because the souls of the undead who die of illness can only go to the underworld, and only the heroes who died in battle are eligible to go to the Hall of Valor.
“Look out, my friend!”
Medis transformed into a wandering poet and made a nervous cry to call Yeats's attention.
“That’s the three-headed dog of hell!”
In the open space in front of the gate of the underworld, there is a dark creature lying like a fearful image in a nightmare, with knotted muscles and a tail Like a poisonous snake twisting and coiling, flashing a deadly cold light.
The huge beast slowly stood up and stood in front of the door that was surging with flames. Another pair of eyes opened above its eyes. Just like the ancient legend of the 'Four-Eyed Demon Dog', there are a total of twelve eyes. There was a blood-red fierce light flashing inside, and the three heads roared, spitting out fire, ice breath and thunder into the sky.
“Roar——!!”
Yeats had already seen the three-headed dog of hell once before. This time he faced the fear and oppression head-on. He felt somewhat adaptable. He rubbed his chin and said:
"Drill, can you beat it?"
Duanya was silent for a moment, and commented sharply:
"If you ask me, it would be better to lock the three-headed dog of hell, the hound of the Moonlight Goddess, the sun-eating wolf, and the moon-hunting wolf in one place. In the cage, let’s see who will win!”
Yeats: “…”
There are not many Western myths that are related to dogs, but when it comes to Eastern myths, when it is a dog, everyone defaults to which one it is.
“Take out your musical instrument.” Yeats turned around and sent a message to Meddis, who was pretending to be panicked, “The trial of the God of Light requires that we must hypnotize this devil dog. , to pass through the gate of the underworld!"
Medis nodded, plucked the lyre, deliberately injecting provocative emotions into the music, and successfully angered the three-headed dog of hell, causing it to spit out a ball of fire angrily. .
Medis rolled around to avoid it, and said in disgrace: "I, I can't control it!"
Medis, who appeared in this hidden mission, was purely for Players increase the difficulty, and the difficulty is always proportional to the reward.
Seeing the three-headed dog of hell going berserk, Yeats did not bother to cover up his cards, took out Pan's flute and played the melodious "Afternoon of a Faun".
Pan, the god of fauns, once competed with the god of light on musical instruments. Both sides played Pan's flute and lyre respectively. At first, the two were tied, but in the end, the god of light was slightly better.
Bards in the world all believe that the God of Light is the god who is best at art, and even the Goddess of Art is just his vassal. Even so, the world has to admit that the God of Shepherd Pan’s His musical skills are enough to compete with the God of Light.
The Pan's Flute that Yeats owns is the sacred object he obtained from Pan's Labyrinth. Coupled with his status as the God of Art, the combination of the two, the music played is enough to move people. The three-headed vicious dogs guarding the gates of the underworld!
The melodious music is like the warm breeze on a midsummer afternoon, blowing over the majestic body of the three-headed hell dog.
The ferocious gazes on the three heads flickered slightly as the music played, and gradually became peaceful.
Medis looked surprised.
‘Pan’s Flute turns out to be in his hands! '
God Pan was a god active in the old era, and was also the first god to officially die. The death of God Pan heralded the arrival of a turbulent era, and his holy objects also disappeared with his death. Whereabouts unknown. Since the activities of gods in the material realm are restricted by laws, even though Medis wanted to recover Pan's Flute, he was unable to search for Pan's whereabouts with great fanfare.
On the other hand, the price paid by the gods to find Pan Flute is higher than the benefits brought by Pan Flute. It is better to let Pan Flute stay in the material realm and wait for fate to lead it to find a suitable owner.
The pan flute is a kind of pan flute. Compared with the clear tone of the lyre, the pan flute is more intoxicating.
I saw that the three-headed hell dog was quite satisfied with Yeats's performance. He lay down on the ground and got into a comfortable position. He put his two front paws under the dark hair and nodded while listening. He couldn't bear it. He bared his teeth and yawned.
Medis was angry and amused. He didn't expect Yeats to be able to deal with the three-headed dog so easily. On the other hand, he felt helpless about the three-headed dog's temper.
“This stupid dog! Got fooled again!”
Although the three-headed hell dog looks fierce, in Medis' memory, even humans can deceive this guy with food and music.
Of course, it is not ruled out that this guy did it on purpose - for the sensible humans, the three-headed hell dog chose to turn a blind eye.
It’s just guarding the gate of the underworld, not guarding the Rainbow Bridge. What kind of fate are you playing?
Medis shook his head, only to hear that the Faun's Afternoon Song had come to an end.
The three heads of the three-headed dog of hell opened their mouths and yawned. They immediately nodded to Yeats and said that I was very satisfied with your little song, and then they lay down in front of the door of the underworld and played. Started snoring.
"Let's move on." Yeats turned around and said.
Medis put on an expression of admiration and thought to himself, there is no doubt about his musical ability. Even the three-headed dog of hell will be impressed by him. However, I have to increase the test for him. Look at the character of this inheritor of the God of Light when facing difficulties.
If he can pass... Medis glanced at Yeats's muddy boots... What's the harm if I give him an extra treasure that can fly in the underworld?
Yeats stopped in front of the door of the underworld and looked back at the three-headed dog of hell. He was surprised to see that the three-headed dog of hell opened its eyelids and narrowed its eyes to look at it, just as Yeats was looking at it.
Its expression became a little embarrassed for a moment, and it quickly closed its eyes and purred louder, as if urging Yeats to leave quickly.
Yeats remembered that the dog's favorite food was cookies made with honey.
"I always feel that I will often deal with the three-headed dog of hell in the future."
Yeats was in a subtle mood, and already had a premonition that he would visit the underworld more frequently in the future.
"It usually watches the gate in the underworld while drinking the northwest wind. The next time I come to visit, I will bring it some food from the underworld..."
Through the underworld At the door, Yeats felt that his consciousness was enveloped by a burst of bright light. As the world was spinning, a channel of flashing white light appeared. Passing through it, the surrounding environment changed again.
On the woodland where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, a stream meanders past Yeats, and the fragrance of apple trees wafts from afar.
"Are we...returning to Mount Julier?" Medis looked shocked.
"It should be the second level of the trial." Yeats recalled the plot.
The second level of the lyre trial requires the tester to break through the gate guarded by the hundred-eyed giant and touch a laurel tree to get a lyre transformed from the laurel tree.
But the lyre is still in a sealed state. It must be blessed by nine water fairies in the third level before it can be restored to its original glory and become a symbol of the power of [music].
The authority of gods often has its corresponding holy object. For example, the [medicine] authority of the God of Light is carried by a snake-wrapped staff.
“As long as I get this lyre, it means that when I become a god in the future, I can bring [music] under my control...”
Yeats couldn’t help but daydream, and immediately relaxed Cough, stop aiming too high.
First get the lyre I lost before!
Boom——
The dull sound of footsteps came from the distance.
Yeats and Medis exchanged glances and decided to move forward in the direction of their footsteps.
At the end of the stream, in a valley, stands a hundred-eyed giant that is as high as the cliff.
Yeats could not help but hissed.
The Hundred-Eyed Giant's body is densely covered with flashing eyes, even its face is like this. Its mouth has sharp fangs, its body is like a walking fortress, and its eyes are wary of the surroundings.
"So many eyes!" Medis lowered his voice.
Yeats said: "I am almost suffering from trypophobia."
"But I feel that at the end of the valley, there is the aura of light and divinity. This must be a guide for trials!"
Medis' eyes were determined, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "But, how do we get around this hundred-eyed giant?"
"Theoretically, we can just use the method we just used to deal with the three-headed dog of hell. ”
Yeats glanced at Medis suspiciously and said, "You won't accidentally anger the Hundred-Eyed Giant like you did just now, will you?"
Merdis sneered: "How is it possible? I promise it won't happen this time, let me try again!"
Yeats said in his heart, this guy is just here to cause trouble, he will die if he tries!
As expected, the sound of Medis' flute angered the hundred-eyed giant, which doubled the difficulty of the trial.
“Roar——!!”
The hundred-eyed giant roared in rage, causing the mountain to collapse.
Amid the roar, Medeis looked at Yeats for help, anticipating how Yeats would perform.
However.
A burst of dazzling light, like the scorching sun in the sky, instantly drives away all shadows and shrouds everything in light.
Even the incarnation of Medis is just a mortal body in the material realm. He couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling a little surprised in his heart.
Is this... a spell from the God of the Sun?
But hasn’t He already died? Where did this spell come from? !
Medis was filled with a lot of questions and felt a burning pain in his eyes. He tried his best to open his eyes, only to see that Yeats had long disappeared!
“Yeats—you!”
Merdis’s eyes widened.
[Thor's Flash] was extremely lethal to the Hundred-Eyed Giant. The giant's body was hunched in pain, and its densely packed eyes were sore and weeping.
And Yeats took advantage of the opportunity of the hundred-eyed giant's struggle to fly over the giant's head openly and broke into the valley.
Only Yeats's voice was left in the air:
"You solve the trouble you caused yourself! I'll go ahead to explore the way first!"
Meddis' face turned slightly. Suddenly, he saw that the hundred-eyed giant had recovered from the dizziness, and hundreds of blood-red eyes were staring at him ferociously!
Medis clicked his tongue and said:
"This is disrespectful, very disrespectful!"
The Hundred-Eyed Giant was naturally helpless against Medis, but Medis wanted to rely on ordinary people. It takes a lot of effort to stop him.
Taking out a flute, Medis smiled hoarsely: "I was forced to show my ability!"
Boom!
The hundred-eyed giant fell asleep amidst the sound of the flute, his body straightened up and he fell backward.
Medis wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, exhaled, and looked around, only to see that the scene in the trial place had changed like mist.
“It seems that he has already obtained the lyre.”
The corner of Medis’ mouth curled up.
“Okay, let me see your poetry writing skills in the last round of trials!”
(End of this chapter)