Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 446 - 120 Curse_2

They continued to proliferate, then were ignited by the flames that overflowed in the space, subjecting the once great Titan Deity to tortures akin to a thousand cuts and slices. He wanted to scream out his agony, but Crius found himself now unable to even make a sound.

Facing the four Demon Gods alone, Crius had long known he was no match for them, so all he aimed to do was to buy enough time. That’s why he chose to experience their powers one by one from the outset.

The first opponent he chose was the Demon God symbolizing the life and change of the Abyss. However, just like its power, although the owner of the boisterous hollow easily tore through the flesh of the worms, his injuries were meaningless.

This was quite normal; aside from a few authorities, any existence when confronted with something tied to "Life" often found themselves at a loss. Thus, after only a brief encounter and having taken a few blows, Crius decisively shifted his target.

Since the first was unsuitable for an offensive target, the second one he chose was the Thousand-Eye Demon God. Its aura was clearly weaker than the others, and this time the attack did have some effect—the body was ’fragile,’ its healing speed not so swift. With just one stroke, Crius left a scratch on its wing.

But soon, Crius again switched his target. He realized in horror that the moment the eyes on its body were damaged, the Demon God would burst forth with emotional turmoil many times stronger, rendering him stiff and unable to move—this was thanks to some flaw in its power, otherwise, it would have been more than just temporary stiffness.

The Chaotic Gods were always lacking resistance to such powers. Had the Thousand-Eye Demon God possessed sufficient ’emotions’ but lacked ’consciousness,’ Crius’ fate would have been even worse. In this battle, he was already striving to conserve his strength through his authority and reason, and this kind of ’hard control’ attack was undoubtedly the last thing he wanted to encounter.

So, after weighing his options, Crius firmly set his sights on the third Demon God, that three-headed, eight-armed giant.

During the previous clashes, he had been observing his surroundings and had thought he finally found an easy target, because Crius discovered that the three heads of the Demon God seemed to have different thoughts, all equally chaotic.

They often interfered with one another, acting in self-contradictory manners, at best projecting beams of light from the eyes on their foreheads that contained different powers to attack the enemy. However, the moment it was truly about to be injured, the three consciousnesses united rapidly and instinctively, beginning to fight the enemy recklessly, without regard for consequences.

So after taking a few more losses, Crius once again changed his target and looked at the demon enveloped in flames. Regarding the three-headed giant, perhaps the threat would be smaller if left unattended.

The last one, and the one Crius had least wanted to face before the battle, was the Demon God whose appearance was closest to the demons of later ages. Not only did it have heavy phosphorus armor, but it also wielded a massive Chain Sword.

That was a true Divine Artifact, far from being comparable to the lesser weapon in Crius’ hands. And indeed, his apprehension was proven right, for he dared not even face the demon’s sword edge, yet he couldn’t breach the demon’s phosphorus armor at all.

However, compared to the other three, Crius still felt the one before him was somewhat more suitable for a main attack. At least he could exchange a few blows with it, and the Demon God clearly lacked experience in wielding weapons—that was until the world-shaking explosion occurred, leaving him in his current state.

Looking at the far-off Demon God whose aura had fallen sharply but who remained ferocious and insane, Crius had no doubt that if he dared approach, the demon could gift him a ’self-destruct’ at any moment. Had this been a one-on-one fight, he would not have hesitated to confront such a move that killed 800 enemies at the cost of 3000 selves, but now he had four enemies.

"Damn you, Mephisto, where the hell have you gone?!"

He roared and then flew away in retreat—although one of the enemies had entered a period of weakness post-’ultimate ability,’ it didn’t mean the others were affected.

It seemed that a head-on battle was utterly meaningless… So within the first layer of Hell, and with more severity than when he faced Hyperion, Crius could only dodge everywhere, as new wounds accumulated upon his body.

He didn’t know what the turning point would be, but clearly, if he didn’t want the Demon Gods to freely contaminate his domain, leaving behind the deep-seated powers of the Abyss difficult to eradicate even after the battle, he had to hold on a little longer.

And for a being of a deity’s caliber, this ’little longer’ was not going to be a short span of time.

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Mortal Realm, the palace of King Eryxis.

Snow filled the skies.

At this moment in the Mortal Realm, no one knew what demons and devils were, not even the existence of Tartarus existed except in certain legends. The people were engrossed in the joy of the harvest, admiring the snowy landscape they had never seen before.

This had just appeared this year, also signifying that the concept of ’winter’ had further solidified. Perhaps it was because of Demeter’s prior anger or perhaps the time had truly come, either way, the weather was changing again.

And during this time, Demophon had been buried by the royal couple on a small Mountain away from the city. The King did not dare bury him near the goddess, so this was his only choice.