Chapter 462: Post-War Dinner, Blessing from Death
唦唦——
The cold wind from the underworld blew through the silent ironwood forest, causing the sparkling cold needles to sway gently.
Ye Zhi vaguely felt that he was moving and forced himself to open his eyes.
In front of the blurry vision, there is a figure in a pitch-black robe, like a hermit in the fog, walking slowly in the thick fog that covers the iron forest.
When Ye Zhi tried to look at the figure more closely.
However, he saw three huge dog heads turning their heads to stare at him, with eager smiles on their mouths.
"roar!"
You're awake! The three dog heads huddled together, winking and making faces, the scene was extremely funny, just like the scene in Tom and Jerry.
Ye Zhi was slightly startled, then came to his senses and realized his current situation.
The mount that carried him forward in this underworld was none other than Cerberus, the three-headed hellhound that guarded the underworld!
In this way, the identity of the figure in front can also be confirmed -
Ye Zhi couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
That is the ruler of this plane, the goddess of death who possesses great divine power!
He broke into the underworld without permission and arbitrarily injected the blood river containing the law of plague into the Styx.
Although Daisy said that the goddess of death would not blame her, Yeats was somewhat uneasy.
However, judging from the fact that she saved me from coma and even let the three-headed hellhound carry me, she should not have the intention to kill me, otherwise she should have done it just now...
Ye Zhi's thoughts were in a mess, and for a moment he did not pay attention to the eager gaze of the three-headed dog of hell.
"Ah~" The three hellhound brothers couldn't help but feel dejected.
The tail is wagging to the sky, but this old friend doesn’t even feed it anything delicious!
They came to the underworld and didn't bring us honey cookies? Is there any law? This frustrated mood attracted Yeats's attention.
He glanced at the three-headed hellhound with its head drooping, and immediately understood.
Honey cookies can be stored for a long time after being blessed by Arenil's 'freshness-preserving' ability. Yeats had long known that the three-headed dog of hell in the underworld liked to eat honey cookies, so he stockpiled a lot of them to be prepared.
Yeats took out the cookie wrapped in seal paper directly from the Nibelung Ring and opened it in front of the three-headed dog of hell. The three-headed dog's eyes instantly lit up and saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth in greed.
"Ah!" The three-headed hellhound wagged its tail again.
It seems that you still haven't forgotten about the three of us, good brother!
"Being on good terms with the three-headed dog of Hell... doesn't this prove that Ye Zhi is also quite a dog?" Zuanya pondered in his heart.
Zuan Ya didn't dare to say this, after all, Ye Zhi held grudges. In the underworld, where there was no village in front and no shop behind, there was no place to find food. Going hungry was not a small matter! Ye Zhi fed the honey cakes into the mouth of the three-headed dog of hell one by one. Because they couldn't wait, the three heads almost fought to compete for each other's food.
The movement attracted the attention of the black-robed figure in front. She did not turn around, but just said lightly:
"You don't seem to be here alone."
Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment, then realized that the goddess of death was talking to him, and replied:
"Yes, there were two human women who were teleported to the underworld with me... I would like to know their current whereabouts. I wonder if you can agree to my request, Your Highness, the Goddess of Death."
The goddess of death said nothing and walked onto the suspension bridge ahead.
The shadows around him grew darker and darker, and the three-headed dog of hell was walking across a shaky wooden suspension bridge. There were two tombstones at both ends of the suspension bridge, and two long, thin strands of hair were tied to the tombstones, holding up the entire wooden bridge.
Yeats saw the icy River Styx flowing beside him, and a chill that went straight to his soul inexplicably surged up in him.
If I accidentally fall into the Styx, I'm afraid even my soul will be annihilated and I will never be able to revive!
The suspension bridge was about to collapse, and at this moment, a voice as cold as ice floated in the wind.
“Why do you do that?”
"What?" Yeats swallowed.
"I ask, why did you trespass into the underworld and transfer the conflict to the River Styx?"
The goddess of death stood at the end of the suspension bridge, took off her hood, looked back at Yeats with cold eyes.
What kind of beautiful and melancholy face is that? Even though Yeats had seen too many stunning beauties, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Half of the face of the goddess of death was too perfect, so beautiful that it did not seem to exist in this world. However, the other half of her face was as hideous as that of a demon, rotten, twisted and horrible.
Yeats suddenly remembered the description of Hela, the goddess of death, in Norse mythology.
Half of the body of the goddess of death is gentle and beautiful, while the other half is rotten and hideous like a demon. She is depressed, and melancholy and frustration can be seen on her face.
The goddess of death in the Midgard mythology. Her background is different from Hela, but the similarity lies in her face that is both beautiful and ugly.
Ye Zhi calmed himself down, took the initiative to get off the back of the three-headed dog of hell, stood on the shaky suspension bridge, saluted solemnly, and said: "I can't watch the human world destroyed by the plague, and only your plane is the most restrained against the plague law. It's really an emergency, I have to do this..."
"To express my apology, I am willing to give this holy artifact as compensation for your loss."
Yeats opened his palm, and the exquisitely crafted Holy Grail in his palm was shining with beautiful light.
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This holy grail can be said to be the greatest gain of the journey to the abyss.
It contains the ability to [enhance], which can be effective for fields and even laws, enough to demonstrate Ye Zhi's sincerity!
The eyes of the goddess of death flickered slightly, and she asked back: "Do you think I would want this thing?"
"As far as I know, this holy grail is still effective even against the Eight-Ring True God." Ye Zhi said sincerely.
The goddess of death suddenly smiled, and the pressure suddenly eased as if ice had been released. She said, "Put it away. In fact, I don't blame you. I'm just a little surprised..."
After a pause, the goddess of death looked deeply at Ye Zhi and said, "Surprisingly, the choices some people make when facing disasters are always unexpectedly consistent."
Ye Zhi looked puzzled, only to see the goddess of death gently waving her sleeves, and a gust of cold wind lifted his body and let Ye Zhi fall on the back of the three-headed dog of hell again.
"You still need to rest." The goddess of death said calmly, "Follow me back to the palace first, and then reminisce with your two companions... They are already waiting for you there..."
Cross the suspension bridge,
At the end of the field of vision, a majestic obsidian palace appeared, with towering Gothic spires piercing the gloomy clouds.
As soon as he entered the hall, Ye Zhi sensed a familiar atmosphere.
There was a deep red carpet in the center of the hall, and huge marble pillars stood. A figure with red hair and an eagle helmet was leaning against one of the pillars, and another figure was pacing anxiously on the carpet.
When they saw the person coming, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in their eyes and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"It is a joy to meet friends again, but..."
The Goddess of Death said calmly, "It is time to eat now. Let's talk about this in detail after the meal."
Although the tone seemed to be one of negotiation, the voice contained an unquestionable command.
However, Ye Zhi could not sense any hostility from the Goddess of Death. It seemed that Daisy had made the right bet again...Ye Zhi thought, it seems that for the sake of the inheritance of the God of Light, she will not make things difficult for me! "Your Highness, the Goddess of Death, let me be in charge of cooking."
Ye Zhi spread out his palm, and the shrunken Arenil in his palm shone with brilliance. He volunteered: "You rescued us, and I should thank you."
The goddess of death glanced at Arenil, then fixed her eyes on Ye Zhi's face, nodded slightly and said:
“Don’t disappoint me.”
A post-war dinner party?
Ye Zhi's eyes flickered and he made up his mind.
Taking this opportunity, perhaps you can obtain new blessings from the goddess of death!
According to Yeats's impression, the goddess of death holds an extremely powerful blessing, which is very consistent with the godslayer sword "Silver Oak Sword".
This blessing can even kill gods. It is a powerful authority close to the weapon of causality. Its name is——【Death by Law】! (End of this chapter)