Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 442 - 118 A Small ’Sacrifice’_3

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 Mephisto next to him.

No matter how he looked at him, the other party didn’t seem like someone 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 somewhat 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 somewhat 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 seemed the other party had no intention of cooperating.

"So, looking on the bright side, perhaps after today, the noisy empty tunnel will grow stronger fed by the nourishment of Demon Gods’ flesh and blood?"

"Only if you are still alive tomorrow, human," Crius responded coldly.

"And I hope you remember, 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, Mephisto 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 become 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 outcome of the war was never in the hands of Crius.

"Silver Humanity... you are right," Mephisto said.

Retrieving a silver mirror from the void, looking at the Divine Artifact granted temporarily to him, Mephisto continued to wait. Until at one moment, a thunderous roar came from the edge of space, shaking the whole world.

"Boom——"

Gazing up slightly, Mephisto knew that the gates of Hell had been opened.

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