Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 444 - 119: Whittling Away_2

"Hiss...truly, beyond my comprehension..."

The slight tremble of his body, the grey wings on his back all drooped. Hypnos, hidden at the entrance of the realm, seemed to have been struck by some powerful impact and for a moment was unable to react.

Therefore, he almost passively watched the first four demon gods birthed by the Mother of Demons enter the bustling void tunnel before him, without managing to make any response.

"Really bad luck..."

His mouth twitched slightly, unsure how to comprehend the situation. Actually, if he had run into an opponent he couldn’t defeat, he might have understood that much, but the experience he had just endured was truly hard to evaluate.

After all, strictly speaking, he had actually done nothing just now but ’looked’ out of curiosity at the gigantic life form that had burst into the Nine Hells. And now, he deeply regretted it.

The flash of a giant creature, the intense mental shock, it wasn’t just some indescribable phenomenon on the surface, but more a conceptual definition. Having appeared in the dreams of the gods many times, Hypnos had seen the figure of the Goddess of Beauty on Mount Olympus, and indeed, Aphrodite was as her godhood dictated.

No matter who you were, no matter your gender, whether you liked her or not, you would be captivated by her beauty under the influence of her inherent authority.

You could dislike her character, question her abilities, but you must admit, she was someone whose presence was pleasing to the eye—a stark contrast to Moya. At that moment, Hypnos was quite certain that the Mother of Demons was most likely granted an opposite power by the Abyss, and it was probably enhanced.

Because on her, there was also the natural repulsion of Order against Chaos. In any case, under various influences, her figure seemed to have some mystical effect; although it didn’t cause any direct damage, it was a bit more terrifying than if it had.

With just a moment’s gaze, the God of Sleep felt he would not forget her for ten thousand years to come. He had no doubt that if this disgusting creature didn’t think of some way to conceal itself in the future, no one would want to communicate with her.

Hmm... at this time, Hypnos didn’t know that he wasn’t the first victim. The demon god of a thousand eyes and thoughts had seen her the moment it was born and promptly destroyed its own eyes. But even when a new pair grew back, it was still meaningless.

The impact on the spirit, naturally, was not affected by the physical body, so its instinctual reaction was just futile.

"Huh— here it comes."

After a moment, the God of Sleep finally shifted his attention back to serious matters.

He had already let four through, if there were issues with the last two as well, that would be a bit inexcusable.

Regardless, at this point, he was a ’contracted worker’ relying on the hospitality of others, so Hypnos forced himself to be spirited. Under his gaze, after a short while, the void trembled again, and a dark blue mist seeped from it.

Just like at the moment of its birth, the mist concealed the newcomer’s form, hiding the true appearance of the demon god and making it difficult for others to pinpoint its exact location. And the seemingly beautiful mist actually contained an extremely horrifying toxicity, enough to turn any who approached into withered bones.

This was a power not found in the Chaos World, it originated from the source of frost power, a primeval Fountain from a certain realm.

The original Fountain, known alongside the Well of Urd and Mimir’s Well, didn’t have many effects; its terrifying toxicity was its most notable feature. And now, it seemed that this trait was partly inherited by the demon god that carried its power, becoming the best barrier surrounding it.

"But it doesn’t matter... I never planned on getting close to you."

"Something with not much wisdom is not hard to deal with at all."

He reached out and a dark purple flute fell into his hand. This Divine Artifact that was born with him had not abandoned him as he fell into Hell. Hypnos brought it to his lips, and a melodious tune immediately filled the world, despite the howling hurricane.

The violent winds did not interfere with its effects, for the music of the God of Sleep was not meant for ’ears’ to ’listen’ to. His power traveled unhindered along with the melody into the mist, and at the same time, grey feathers fell from his wings, drifting across the void towards the other side.

Visible to the naked eye, the moving blue mist slowly came to a halt, though the fog around it grew even denser.

It seemed to possess some sort of instinct, which allowed it to protect itself during sleep, but even so, Hypnos had no intention of doing any harm to it.

His power was not dominant in direct combat. Despite having knocked down the opponent with one move just now, if a real fight ensued, even with the upper hand, the outcome was uncertain.

Compared to the native lifeforms transformed by Hell, Hypnos was not keen on the power of Abyssal Demon Lords. Rather than pondering whether he could solve the problem once and for all, it was more meaningful to control one more of them.

"Hmm... Crius, right? Since you’re undead anyway, two more hits it is then."

"That’s how it was on the ground, and it seems you’ve always played the role of a punching bag, even among the stars."

Watching the void surge again, a shadow slinked out, and Hypnos silently thought to himself.

He had seen that scene in a few dreams of the Gods of Stars, the Meteorological Titan beaten mercilessly by the ancient God of Sun— that was a nightmare for many Gods of Stars. After all, they still remembered how many of their kind perished during that time; their survival to this day was purely luck.

Therefore, it was conceivable that in this respect, Crius was very experienced.

"Shadow... there’s no difference."

Once again blowing his flute with practiced ease, Hypnos immobilized the last Demon God and relaxed, even taking the time to observe this unique individual.

It was not just the outward difference that struck the God of Sleep; he had even sensed that this one had more reasoning than the previous few—of course, that was meaningless.

Whether slightly smarter or dumber, neither affected being influenced by his power. And once they fell into deep sleep, waking up would not be easy.

"Lucky one."

After observing for a while, Hypnos no longer dwelled on it.

Even after falling into Hell, the God of Sleep still bore the appearance of a youth, which inevitably gave a sense of a dark fairytale amidst such a setting.

Turning around, he looked deeper into the realm, where battles were also about to erupt within the noisy spatial tunnels. The invading Demon Gods were brazenly attempting to collapse this world, and its masters clearly could not tolerate such behavior.

Although their power was insufficient to destroy the fabric of space-time that carried the world itself, their goal was not for such. Once they exterminated the life on this plane and occupied its center, then spread their own influence across The Sky and the ground, this place would gradually bear the mark of the Abyss.

When this mark was completed, Tartarus would then be able to use it as an anchor to send its force accurately here, rather than playing a game of hide and seek with the Nine Hells across the layers of space-time.

Slowly eroding, then deciding the outcome when the big picture was almost set—this was the process of the struggle between Hell and the Abyss. Just as Chaos had worn down the resistance of Hemenu World over a long period, collisions between worlds were not to be solved overnight.

"Mutual devouring..."

"Truly primordial and aesthetically pleasing."

Sitting amidst the void, his feathers continuously falling and regrowing, Hypnos commented lightly.

Although he was there in person, the innate Evil God could hardly be said to have any empathy. So now, he was just fulfilling his most basic task, then waiting here, watching as this wind-filled world slowly burned.