Chapter 297: The Exchange of Suffering, the Kindness of the Goddess of the Underworld

“Gah!”

Before Croa could react, the Fishtail Sea Duck King beside him, with the blue ocean light wrapped around him, rushed directly towards the source of the sound.

Although he looks silly and cute, at this moment he is as brave as a warrior.

Although the Fishtail Sea Ducks are considered the oldest among Croya's forces, their potential is not high, and they can't force themselves to reach the fourth level of magic power under such circumstances.

Of course, its combat effectiveness is very strong.

The waves and storms that rolled up when it rushed over blew down the surrounding trees, and the shadow in the center was shaking a little.

But unfortunately, that's all.

As the favored one of the goddess of the underworld, the Withering Messenger’s strength is certainly not something that a mere magical beast can contend with. Her arms flew like strips of cloth, and instantly wrapped the Fishtail Sea Duck King like a dumpling.

The poor King Duck struggled hard, but like a bug caught in a spider web, he had no chance to resist.

“Ga ga ga!”

——If it were just itself, it would certainly be miserable.

But its owner is still around.

Kloya gently stroked the strings and said, "Miss Witch, you sneaked in like this and bullied my pet. That's really too much."

A dazzling light instantly appeared beside him, and the halo, which was almost rainbow-colored, flickered and fell directly on the witch's arms, neck and ankles.

This method comes from the Ark's space folding and confinement magic. You should know that the latter is used to confine the power of gods.

It is equivalent to having a special attack enhancement against gods.

In addition, the light of his "Rainbow Poetry" is somewhat incompatible with death and has a restraining effect, so even the Withering Messenger was easily controlled by him.

If it weren't for the inability to mobilize the light of the constellations, Kloya would really like to give her a spark from the sky, letting her enjoy the consequences of being a riddler and bullying her own pet.

After escaping from the trap, the Fishtail Sea Duck King ran to Croa pitifully and hugged the latter's thighs with his hands, with tears seeming to glisten in his big eyes.

Croa found it funny and rubbed the Sea Duck King's head: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The Sea Duck King immediately hugged her tighter and rubbed her several times.

“…”

The Withering Messenger in the distance didn't expect that he would be trapped.

She is blessed by the goddess of the underworld and can travel between the world of the living and the dead, which is equivalent to the top-level space-type blessings.

Now she was suddenly caught in a dilemma - should she tell everything, or simply die once and be reborn in the River of the Underworld?

The witch lady, who usually relied on her blessings to act recklessly, felt the bitter taste for the first time.

"Sister Witch!" Agatha was shocked.

She didn't react at all in the blink of an eye and thought that this was the result of her giving the picture to Cloya.

The girl had never seen such a scene before and was a little panicked for a moment.

"Don't worry." Kloya comforted her: "I just want to chat with this witch lady..."

As he said this, he took out an exquisite little house from the space magic ring and threw it gently into the distance.

The house began to grow as it landed, eventually becoming a three-story mansion with bright windows, wooden walls, and lifelike metal flower beds made with extremely exquisite craftsmanship.

"Wow!" Agatha's attention was immediately attracted by the mansion.

Not to mention her, even some low-level extraordinary people probably don’t have the chance to see such a mansion. This thing is really too valuable.

However, this is just something that Croa carved out when he was bored.

The elves' mansion-making skills can never be compared with the space folding technology of the Sky Ark, so with the same materials, the area of ​​this mansion is twice as large as the one made by the elves.

It is a full 300 square meters in size, and the interior is designed entirely according to his ideal smart home. It can be said that once you enter, you only need to walk around, and everything else will be handled by the smart module.

After the mansion was fully opened, he used his strength to pull the Messenger of Withering, and then took Agatha and the Sea Duck King, and went straight into the mansion.

After entering the door, the lights in the house slowly lit up, accompanied by the glow of magic and a voice: "Welcome back, Master."

"We will process it for you now..."

"Activate the magic binding array..."

A special magic pattern slowly lit up on the floor, completely isolating the interior of the mansion from the outside world. After seeing the magic pattern take shape, Kloya released his restraints on the Messenger of Withering.

He sat on the soft sofa, first motioned Agatha to go to another room, then hugged the Sea Duck King and said, “You can’t escape now, Miss Witch.

Tell me, what is the so-called equivalent exchange? "

The Withering Messenger was of course aware of her current situation. She thought about it again and again, and said helplessly: "Mr. Sun, in the extraordinary world, the more you know, the more dangerous it is."

She tried to dissuade Cloya from the idea in this way. The goddess didn't explicitly say that she could tell Cloya, so she really didn't dare to say it.

However, Cloya smiled nonchalantly: "Since it has already happened, I don't care whether I know more or less."

Although he is still cautious now, he is not that cautious. He always needs to understand things so that he can deal with them better.

With his power, he doesn't need to care or be so careful. He can see the truth of the world whenever he wants.

"..." The Withering Messenger's featureless face "stared" at Cloya, and finally chose to say what he could.

She said, "That is the legendary tree of life that the goddess of the underworld I believe in got from the astral world."

"It is one of the most primitive alchemical systems. Most of the transactions we make are built around it."

“That is, equal exchange.”

She slowly stretched out six arms that were as soft as strips of cloth, and drew them in the air, which immediately formed an upside-down tree, flickering in front of Kloya.

“You only need to pay a price to receive a gift. The higher the price, the more precious the gift.”

Croa looked at the tree flashing in front of him, "Haha, isn't that a sacrifice? Sacrifice and then receive a gift. This tree... is not only from the star realm, but also the power of the gods outside the starry sky, right?"

"I'm curious, are you related to Kreha?"

——Kreha is the former goddess of life.

"!!!" The Withering Messenger was horrified, and his featureless face turned pale. "How do you know the goddess's name?"

There was one more thing she didn't say. Kloya actually knew that it was the power of the outer gods of the starry sky...

It's no wonder that she was so shocked. God's real name is actually advanced mystical knowledge. Chanting God's name can directly establish a certain connection with God.

Generally speaking, gods will not reveal their real names.

Not to mention the name Kleha...

"Haha, I just know that." Cloya acted very relaxed and comfortable: "I also know that you are a survivor of Northampria."

“…”

"!!!"

The Withering Messenger didn't know how to answer. Fortunately, she had no facial features, otherwise she would have been twisted into a pile by now.

Who is this Sun Mage? He even knows these secrets. The goddess asked her to come to the western part of the Kingdom of Norant to trade. Will there be any problems?

When Kloya sensed something strange in the spiritual fluctuations of the Withering Messenger, he knew that he had guessed correctly. The goddess of the underworld was indeed the former goddess of life.

As for the remnants of Northampria, Cloya just tried to ask them, but he didn't expect that he could really trick them out.

I just don’t know what He has been through from life to the underworld where He rules over the dead, and what He wants to do now?

He opened his mouth and wanted to continue asking.

But the Messenger of Death interrupted him directly: "My goddess and I have no ill intentions. The crystal skeleton will bring benefits to your territory, Mr. Sun. This was decided by the goddess and a knight.

Even if you kill me now, I can't tell you more."

After saying this, she just stayed there quietly, as if she didn't care if she was killed or cut.

Anyway, you can be reborn in the underworld after death.

"Mr. Knight? Could it be..." Kloya thought for a moment, then glanced at the Withering Messenger who was already waiting to die, and did not ask any more questions.

But he was also sure that this should be considered a good thing. No matter what those gods were thinking, as long as it could benefit him, he would not care so much.

"Then, the power of the crystal skeleton..."

This time he still didn't finish, and the Withering Messenger couldn't wait to say: "The crystal skeleton is a special magic plant system. Each of the 206 bones represents a magic plant."

"Summoned?"

"That's right."

"What is the price?"

"..." The Messenger of Withering hesitated for a moment: "Suffering, take that girl Agatha for example, she experienced unimaginable suffering in the first half of her life.

That’s why she was able to obtain the finger bone of the tusk-growing rice tree, which was equivalent to her exchanging suffering for the opportunity to not worry about food in the future.”

Croa was surprised: "Suffering?"

This was indeed something he had not expected. The suffering he had endured in the past could actually be exchanged for such a special treasure. Then...how many people in this world have suffered?

If all of them could be exchanged for treasures, how much could you get?

The Blightbringer could see what Croa was thinking and reminded him, "Some people live in misery all their lives, but the value of this kind of equal exchange can only be measured when the misery ends completely."

Kloya understood what she meant: the massive construction projects she was carrying out in the Western Territory would actually bring earth-shaking changes to the indigenous people, and would of course completely separate them from their previous lives.

That is how suffering can be ended and exchanged.

But other people on the mainland may never have such an opportunity in their entire lives. The suffering will last until the last moment of their lives, and there will be no chance to exchange it at all.

This was indeed something that Croa had never heard of.

"Then what's the point of all this suffering?" He became more curious: "Since you think it's an equal exchange, then it must be equal, right?"

"That's right."

"For the goddess, it is indeed equivalent."

“At the end of the river of Hades, he had seen too many souls who had experienced numbness and pain throughout their lives. They had not been able to enjoy true happiness for a single day and would continue to suffer in the next life.

So He was eager to help those people get rid of their suffering. In the entire Semrio continent, only you, Mr. Sun, have done it. "

The Messenger of Death waved his arms, revealing a picture - a deep, dark river, with souls with numb expressions floating in the river, and their souls were even darker than the river water.

It seems... that the river is gradually turning black.

This scene surprised Kroya: "I heard that the river of the underworld is pitch black. Could it be that it was not originally black?"

"Yes. The river of the underworld was not originally this dark, but as more and more souls wailed and suffered, it became this color."

It is not known whether he was really happy or not, but the Messenger of Death revealed more secrets: "The souls of the living will pass through the river of the underworld and wash away everything that belongs to the world of the living, but suffering is the heaviest and the most difficult to wash away.

The goddess once said that the purification ability of the river of the underworld is getting worse and worse, and the suffering will exist forever with the soul, and in the end it is very likely that the soul will be completely dragged down by the heavy suffering.

At that time, even the goddess will not be able to keep the souls normal, and the world will be heading towards suffering and desolation. "

“…”

This was the first time he had heard of such a secret thing. After thinking about it carefully, Cloya suddenly realized that it seemed to be true.

He has been in this world for nearly ten years. Every time he looks out, he sees people struggling in misery. This is of course due to the structure of the world.

But more often than not, it seems that they are born to be miserable.

Now he could understand a little bit.

"So you still want to thank me. I have helped so many people out of their suffering. This should be a great help to your goddess, right?"

"You are right, so I am willing to trade with more people in your territory..."

"Preaching while you're at it?" Kloya interrupted her with a half-smile: "You specifically let Agatha get that picture. Is it true that there won't be any faith flowing to your goddess?"

In fact, he had already sensed that there was an extremely special magic in the picture, the kind of power that could transfer and teleport regardless of distance, as well as the ability to absorb faith.

If this continues for a long time, perhaps a "Tree of Life Sect" will be formed, taking root and growing into a big tree in the land of the Western Territory.

"..." The Messenger of Withering laughed awkwardly, apparently Kloya had guessed what he was thinking. Her goddess wanted to break free from the constraints of this world and needed help from external forces.

This "Tree of Life" is the helper chosen by the goddess. It can help him escape from the cage of the world, enter the astral world and become a true great god.

Croa was indeed considering whether to accept the kindness of the goddess of the underworld.

To be honest, there are indeed many sects that want to develop in this direction. A peaceful, comfortable and prosperous area is helpful for most churches to spread their religion.

Rather than letting those with bad intentions in, it is better to cooperate with the goddess of the underworld - the church of this goddess is actually very domineering. After all, it involves death, and other churches dare not have too much contact with them.

What's more, he also heard a lot of information about the goddess of life, Kreha, from Mia. She is a rare kind god.

It is better to be able to get to know someone like this who knows him well than to have those strange gods come in, and he has the upper hand in this relationship.

The goddess of the underworld needs his ability to eliminate suffering from life so that she can better repair the river of the underworld.

To be frank, in the entire continent of Semrio, no one can do better than him.

Thinking of this, he said to the Withered Messenger: "I can ignore your preaching, but if I find that you are praising suffering, or giving bad guidance...

I will catch you all and expose you to the sun."

Croix's smile was still warm, like the morning sun.

But in the eyes of the Blightbringer, they are more terrifying than the demons and devils in Hell and the Abyss - letting them bask in the sun? What a cruel punishment!

She trembled and assured him: "You can rest assured that all our actions are in accordance with the guidance of the goddess and Mr. Theodore. Even our current communication is under their supervision."

"Hmm?" Kloya blinked, stretched out his hand and scattered a piece of scale powder floating in the void. The dust seemed to have its own life and quickly rushed in a certain direction.

Then……

The space seemed to be eroded, gradually revealing the image of the goddess of the underworld, Kreha and Theodore, who were watching this side through believers in the far distance.

Kleha: “…”

Theodore: “…”

The two were chatting in a garden full of black and gold flowers, and they had never expected that someone would find them through divine power. Their degree of surprise was definitely no less than seeing the netizen they were chatting with find them through the Internet cable.

For a moment, both a god and a legendary knight seemed a little dazed.

It was the grey-haired knight who reacted first, and waved at Croix, "Hello!"

There must be something special about Theodore, as he was noticed by the legendary wizard Ilistr when he was alive and caught the eye of the goddess of the underworld so quickly after his death.

It was such a gloomy place, but the way he waved and smiled gave people a very sunny and heroic feeling. No wonder he was so popular.

What a ghost!

However, Kloya had a gloomy face. He really hated the feeling of being watched. No wonder he felt something was wrong just now. It turned out that someone was really spying on him.

"Your Excellency the Goddess."

"I hate being spied on the most."

He warned solemnly: "If you do this again, I will make you and your church pay the price."

This is of course more than just a threat.

The underworld is actually also surrounded by the astral realm. Theodore has his rock note on him, so he was able to discover it so quickly, and of course he could also launch a long-range attack on the kingdom of the goddess of the underworld.

He was actually quite curious about what would happen when the power of the sun came into contact with death.

The goddess wrapped in black fog did not expect that she would be threatened, but she was still really worried about the magician who could so quickly cross the barrier between reality and the underworld and find her...

Come on, I can’t afford to offend you.

So He laughed and said, “My followers cannot decide such an important matter, so I am watching here.

Mage of the Sun, to express my apologies.

I will give you authority.

You must need the power to allow the dead to remain in the world forever."

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(End of this chapter)