Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 441 - 118 A Small ’Sacrifice’_2

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"Let’s get back to the matter at hand, you don’t have to worry so much—you were able to carve out a domain in the Abyss because It lacks Wisdom. Now, its children are the same."

Just as they had thought before, aside from Moya, these first-generation Demon Gods did indeed possess great power. However, they also inherited the chaotic traits of the Abyss.

Therefore, their reasoning is very weak, at least by human standards. At most, they have a little more ability to think than the Devourers roaming the Spirit Realm, who can distinguish friend from foe and assess the weak and the strong.

"Well... let’s hope everything goes as usual."

Nodding his head, the Lord of the Nine Hells didn’t dwell on it any longer. He just watched the approaching Demon Gods outside the world and finally confirmed:

"We will win, right?"

"Of course, but in the end, it all depends on how you define ’victory’."

Standing up, Laine responded with a smile. Then, in the next moment, the reflection of his consciousness began to fade slowly.

His incarnated thoughts returned to coil around the essence in the courtyard, and those two suns flickered as well.

"At least, judging by how she can’t get me out of her head, she truly loathes me to the bone. So, I might as well take a bit of a loss, make a little sacrifice... don’t you think?"

The Abyss absorbed fire and frost mist, and thus spawned Demon Gods with corresponding powers, along with realms filled with lava and cold streams. Of course, Hell also gained its portion. To better resist the upcoming war, Asmodeus generously infused his share of the profits into the first realm layer. Hence, Crius’s power surged, and firelight and frost flickered within the Tumultuous Void Tunnel.

So, although this world had no sun, it was never short of light. Flames spontaneously born from the void lit up the entire world, extinguished by storms or dancing with it. From a higher vantage point, countless points of light could be seen spinning and rising, giving warmth and light to this dim realm.

Of course, with the birth of flame and cold stream, the storms became more fierce. The collision of cold and heat made the currents more unpredictable, rendering this world a place where only life beneath the ground could persist.

Layers of tunnels and cavities were thus excavated, emitting sharp cries under the fierce winds on the surface; one of the reasons behind the name ’Tumultuous Void Tunnel’. But that was during normal times; currently, the first layer of Hell was devoid of life.

Not long ago, the Devils here had orderly evacuated to the upper worlds under the command of their Lord. Clearly, the clash between Tartarus and the Nine Hells was not something in which they could partake; this time, they didn’t even qualify as spectators.

Thus, the boundless realm stood empty, save for at the highest point, where Crius held a great sword, y and gazed solemnly at his world.

This place was about to become a battlefield, and he was the only ’warrior’.

"It’s always a fight against overwhelming odds, I wonder when he’ll change this situation."

He didn’t voice it aloud, but Crius couldn’t help feeling speechless. Whether above ground or below, he never seemed to experience the feeling of having strength in numbers.

Fortunately, his power had grown stronger than in the past. Although at the beginning of his rebirth, this Titan Deity had once lost the strength of his Divine Power, only maintaining the old view through the support of the realm. But after Hell’s tens of thousands of years absorbing the power of the Abyss, he had arduously returned to his original domain.

Even now, as a being with the traits of a territorial god standing in the Tumultuous Void Tunnel, Crius felt far superior to his past. The entire realm was one with him, and here, he felt he could face more than one peer.

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