Chapter 488: Underworld Speedboat, Death Goddess Hel's Request, Black Dragon King Nidhogg (1W)
The underworld, Helheim.
The gray sky stretched endlessly, and there was no light at all.
On the banks of the dark River Styx.
A boatman wrapped in a gray robe, like a gravekeeper, stood on a rotten wooden boat.
The boatman's face was shrouded in shadow, with only a pair of eye sockets emitting deep ghostly fire.
I stared quietly at the dead forest outside the ferry, looking forward to it.
The dead trees were twisted like ghosts, and their branches seemed to be calling out to the souls of the dead. From the iron-gray forest came the sound of footsteps crushing dead branches and leaves.
A flock of crows suddenly flew up from the eerie ironwood forest.
In the shrill cry.
A hideous, burly, black, three-headed giant dog, with three heads emitting green light that was ready to devour its prey, and sulfur flames burning on its neck, was walking towards the River Styx.
The shadow on the boatman's face began to surge, the water surface glowed with a strange fluorescence, and ghosts under the Styx began to whisper: "Guests are coming... Great... Finally, guests are coming..."
Unless one is personally guided by the ship of the goddess of death, the nail ship 'Najilfa', if one wants to cross the Styx, one must rely on the shabby little boat of the Styx boatman.
Compared with the gloomy giant ship built with the fingernails and toenails of millions of dead people, the Styx ferry with only a long pole and a piece of wood looked really pitiful.
But over the past thousands of years, countless souls have been ferried by this small boat to the other side of the River Styx, the palace of the goddess of death, and the boatman has made a fortune from it.
Charon, the boatman of the Styx, suddenly felt a little excited. He wondered how much the dead would give for the ferry this time... Ferrying the river was not a free business. He had to collect at least half of the dead's burial objects. Although he couldn't spend this money in the underworld, just watching the wealth accumulate made Charon satisfied! Raising his expectant eyes, Charon looked towards the direction of the Iron Forest, wishing he could go ashore to greet the three-headed dog of the underworld.
The next moment.
Looking at the figure of the three-headed dog of the underworld, Charon felt a hint of surprise in his heart.
This time the deceased was not escorted by the three-headed dog of the underworld, but was sitting on the back of the three-headed dog of the underworld, escorted by this giant dog himself! The closer the three-headed dog of the underworld got, the more surprised the boatman of the Styx became.
I saw that the majestic and ferocious three-headed dog of the underworld, for some reason, showed great respect to the dead sitting on its back, turning its head from time to time and grinning.
It even wagged its tail, and its attitude was quite flattering!
Except when facing the goddess of death, the boatman had never seen the three-headed dog of the underworld show such a flattering look! Charon was curious and looked at the figure on the back of the three-headed dog of the underworld... The new "dead" were a man and a woman, handsome and beautiful. There was no fear or sadness on their faces, but they looked around curiously like tourists.
Soon, Charon recognized that they were not dead.
The dead would never be as relaxed and at ease as they are... If the dead who enter the underworld don't cry bitterly, it means they have strong psychological qualities!
But even if they are not dead, they still have to pay a ferry fee if they want to cross the river. This is a rule that cannot be changed... Charon is ready to make a fortune!
"roar--"
The three-headed dog of the underworld carried Yeats and Gray to the River Styx, put them down, and rubbed Yeats' palms affectionately with its three heads.
"It really likes you, Yeats." Gray stroked the three-headed dog's hair that stood up like steel needles and said with a smile.
Does it like me? It's just greedy for the honey cake I gave it!
Ye Zhi complained in his heart, stretched out his two big hands and rubbed the three heads of the three-headed dog of the underworld one by one, and ordered:
"Handshake! When I come back, I'll give you some honey cakes!"
“Hoooooooooooooo!”
The three-headed dog of the underworld crouched down its huge body, ignoring the shocked look of the Styx boatman. Its three heads panted, wagged its snake-like tails, and stretched out its ferocious and sharp claws, placing them on the palm that Ye Zhi offered! "That's great, Yeats." Zuanya exclaimed:
"I've trained the three-headed dog of the underworld into a junior fellow student!"
Ye Zhi's face turned dark. Damn, the Magic Network is also the Internet, right? Gray glanced at Ye Zhi's face and said, "Diamond Teeth, isn't it because I have been listening to you mumbling those meaningless sentences all day that you have become so weird?"
Diamond does have an abstract talent, and Daisy, who is looking for excitement and loves to watch fun, has developed in two completely different talent trees...
at the same time.
The boatman of the Styx was filled with shock and fear, and could not believe what he saw and heard.
How could the guardian god of the gate to the underworld become like a stray dog on the side of the road? Even actively wagging her tail to beg for food from this man?
Is it possible that I didn’t wake up today? Is this still the ferocious three-headed dog?
Charon couldn't believe it. Seeing the flattering look of the three-headed dog of hell, he couldn't help but become very wary of the two guests of unknown origin in front of him.
But the guests had already arrived, and seeing that there was money to be made, Charon held up a long pole, let the ferry come closer, and solicited:
"Cross the river... give me half of the burial goods... or... pay me directly in gold and silver..."
The voice of the Styx boatman was hoarse, like a broken bellows. The hoarse voice echoed the wails and cries of the ghosts in the underworld, making it even more eerie and terrifying.
Yeats had long noticed the boatman-like figure and quickly guessed his identity: an insignificant little god who nonetheless held a certain amount of power.
To put it simply, the boatman of the Styx does not have the courage to disobey the goddess of death in the name of crossing the river. However, he has the courage to make money by crossing the river... and it is very big!
Ye Zhi turned to look at the Styx boatman, looked him up and down, and said, "We knew each other before... Do you remember?"
Charon paused for a moment, looked at Yeats carefully, and took a deep breath.
The one in front of you is not a human being, but a true god with eight rings of divine power! However, this true god still hadn't shed his human body, which was why he had misjudged him and mistakenly believed that he was just a mortal! Eight rings... This is an existence that can look down on others in any plane of the Nine Realms... Charon couldn't help but feel a little terrified, and whispered: "Maybe we have met before... but I have forgotten, sir... To express my apology, I am willing to take you and your friends across the river for free..."
Charon said humbly, "I just hope that you can see my hard work and reward me with some treasures that are insignificant to you. That will be the good fortune I have gained from practicing for two lifetimes!"
"Cross the river?"
Yeats looked out upon the raging and rolling River Styx.
Just wanted to say. Can't I just fly over there? Ye Zhi changed his mind and thought that there were no-fly barriers everywhere in the underworld. He had the wing boots of Medea, so he could fly freely in the underworld, but Gray couldn't do that, so he still had to find a way to cross the river.
Observing Yeats's expression, Charon thought Yeats was in some difficulty, and hurriedly said:
"Please come aboard... I promise I won't charge you much!"
Yeats didn't believe his nonsense.
The boatman of the Styx has always been known for his greed for money.
When you arrive at the center of the Styx, you will be asked if you want to eat bandao noodles or wontons. This kind of story is likely to have happened many times.
The ghost shadow under the River Styx is the best evidence.
While thinking about how to cross the river, Ye Zhi's heart moved, and he looked at the Styx boatman with a smile: "No need to trouble you, I have my own boat and can cross the Styx!"
Charon was stunned for a moment, the will-o'-the-wisp in his eye sockets flickered wildly, and his heart was confused.
This gentleman is obviously a human being, how could he be even better at telling lies than me? Even if you can take out a boat from the storage space, the Styx has restrictions. Apart from small boats with permission, only large ships of the same level as the nail boat can cross the Styx!
It’s not that Charon underestimated the opponent, but a large ship of the same level as the Fingernail Ship is a top-level vehicle that only the Nine-Ring True God can own! "You must be joking, my lord."
Charon said with a wry smile, extending an arm as dry as a skeleton from under his gray robe and pointing to the deep and magnificent river behind him.
"The Styx is so big. Apart from the nail-scarred boat of the goddess of death, only my small boat can cross it... If your boat sinks in the Styx, even if you are a true god, you will suffer!"
Charon said earnestly: "So, you should take my ship... The price is very fair!"
Just now he said he was just asking for a tip, but now he says the price is fair... He won't even perform!
Yeats despised this profiteer and said with a smile: "Tell me, what would happen to my ship if it sank in the Styx?"
Charon said firmly: "They will be eroded by the Law of Death... Even gods cannot withstand the pressure of the Law of Death and become half-human and half-ghost!"
"What if you fell into the river?" Yeats asked back.
Charon smiled bitterly and said, "I fell into the Styx many years ago and became a living dead creature... The goddess of death felt sorry for me and I had a certain amount of divine power, so she gave me the authority to ferry people across the Styx..."
Ye Zhi snorted coldly: "The goddess of death has shown you favor, but you are using your petty power and small profits to make money!"
Charon was a little nervous, but he gritted his teeth and changed the subject: "You, you still have to cross the river, let me give you a ride!"
The words haven't finished yet.
Charon heard the vibration of the sails as the wind filled them.
The Styx boatman turned his head in confusion, and then the flames in his eye sockets flickered rapidly. He froze in place, his mind went blank, and he stammered:
"W-why is there a ship here...it's so huge!"
The Cloud Ship, a treasure ship of legendary quality, also known as the 'Skid Platney'.
It was a gift given to Yeats by the Elf Queen after Yeats saved the Elf Kingdom.
This silver-white divine ship built by the dwarf master craftsman can travel freely in any plane. It is a top-notch ship that is on par with the "Nagirfar", the nail ship of the goddess of death, and the "Noah's Ark" in the great flood of the Third Age!
There is no boatman who doesn't love his boat, just like there is no driver who doesn't love his racing car.
Charon was filled with shock, looking at the silver-white warship that appeared out of nowhere.
Gradually, the surprise in his eyes was replaced by strong admiration and obsession. Charon murmured in ecstasy: "What a beautiful ship... How can there be such a perfect shape!"
The cloud ship majestically sat above the surface of the River Styx. Not only did it not sink, but the silver-white runes on the hull also lit up brightly, as if calling Ye Zhi to board the ship and prepare to set sail! The boatman of the Styx looked down at the tattered boat, then looked back at the magnificent warship, and emotions such as shock, envy, and frustration surged in his heart.
"Your boat is very beautiful." Charon said sourly, "but in the Styx, steady sailing is the most important thing!"
Yeats and Grey boarded the cloud ship and used their divine power to cover the entire cloud ship. The cloud sails of this silver-white warship were filled with wind, and the statue on the bow shone with silver light. It broke through the turbulent waves of the Styx and crossed the wide river!
The astonishing speed and momentum caused a rare noise and vibration in this silent underworld.
Ghosts and the dead all came out, floating on both sides of the River Styx, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar ship in surprise.
In addition to the boatman's boat and the goddess of death's boat, there is actually another ship that can sail on the Styx, which is restricted by laws! Is this really reasonable? ! The three-headed hellhound stretched its neck curiously.
Charon's mouth opened in shock.
In a moment of carelessness, the shaky little boat under Charon's seat was overturned by the waves raised by the stern.
Crash——
Charon was soaked to the skin. He grabbed the pole and finally climbed to the shore.
After wiping the river water off his face, he murmured in fear:
"Luckily I'm dead... Wait, where's the ship?"
Charon looked around.
However, it was seen that the cloud ship was about to disappear, leaving only the snow-white sail! "So fast!" Charon was stunned. "No, it's steady and fast!"
On the River Styx.
A large silver-white ship, shrouded in a layer of translucent light curtain, shuttled across the dark and vast Styx, breaking through two rows of two-meter-high waves.
The sail was stretched to its limit. Gray clung to the mast of the cloud ship tightly. She was about to be thrown off. She screamed:
"Yezhi!! Can't you slow down a bit!!"
The Cloud Ship, as a legendary artifact, is the fastest among the mounts of the gods! Ye Zhi tried to take back the power of the treasure, the Cloud Boat, but the power that had been injected could not be taken back. He said in a complicated tone:
"This ship's performance is amazing... a little bit of divine power is enough for it to take off!"
"But, but!" Gray cried, "What if I bump into someone?"
"Don't panic!"
Ye Zhi was sweating profusely and analyzed calmly:
"The Styx is so wide, and there's not even a boat!"
"Wuhu!" Zuanya's two little claws tightly grasped Ye Zhi's sleeves, and his body swayed like a flag in the strong wind, "Take off!"
On the other side of the River Styx, on a high cliff.
The palace of the goddess of death stood in the shadows. It was built of black stone and was extremely cold. The brick walls were covered with a layer of wet dew, which gave off a cold glow. From a distance, it looked as if a pair of tearful eyes were opened on the walls.
Below the high cliffs, the raging, dark river raised huge waves that crashed against the rocks and broke into thousands of piles of black foam.
A ghost ship with sails covered with shrouds, built with dense nails and filled with a strong aura of death, was slowly patrolling in the sea near the palace.
Najjarfar, the Ship of the Dead.
On the deck made of nails, a figure stood in the shadows, with a pair of melancholy eyes staring at the monotonous and repetitive sea fog.
Suddenly, a silver warship broke through the Styx at an astonishing speed, raising huge waves and strong winds, mixed with screams and laughter, leaving Najilfar with a surging sea surface, and thousands of piles of foam gathered and burst.
On the deck.
The melancholy and pale face of the goddess of death twitched slightly.
What did I see? Is someone racing a boat in the underworld? *The wind was blowing fiercely. Gray had never thought that she would hear such a deafening sound of wind in this dead and silent underworld.
Ye Zhi finally got used to the operation of the cloud ship. He held the rudder on the deck tightly with both hands, and a white light of divine power glowed in his palms.
By using this method, the divine power can be accurately injected into every part of the ship, and finally the speed of the cloud ship can be controlled!
"What... I'm pretty good!" Ye Zhi wiped the sweat from his forehead.
And at this moment, another sail appeared on the vast river! Gray's eyes widened and she said in panic, "Yezhi, Yezhi, stop! There's another boat ahead!"
Ye Zhi was slightly startled and looked up, only to see a huge ship lying across the dark river, more than twice as large as the small and swift cloud ship! The huge black ship exuded a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere. The nails on the hull seemed to be breathing, stretching and contracting, which made Yeats's scalp tingle.
Thinking of the origin of this huge ship, Yeats' heart suddenly tightened! The mount of the goddess of death, the nail ship, Najirfar!
"We're almost in a collision, Yeats! Grab my hand and let's jump together!"
Seeing that the huge ship was about to collide head-on, Gray was ready to jump into the river.
At the critical moment, Ye Zhi once again injected divine power into the cloud boat, turned the rudder, and made the cloud boat draw a graceful arc on the River Styx!
Zuanya exclaimed, "Wow, Ye Zhi, you can drift by driving a boat?!"
Crash——
The stern of the ship broke through the water, creating a huge wave that hit the mount of the goddess of death head-on!
Gray's eyes showed despair:
"This is really bad luck!"
At the critical moment, Ye Zhi had an idea and changed the cloud ship's sailing function into a flying function.
Suddenly, the hull of the cloud ship lit up with a silver-white rune glow.
Groups of clouds gathered and formed under the cloud ship, supporting the huge ship and allowing it to float in the air!
With the help of the clouds and mist to support and cushion the ship, the cloud ship was stopped at a very dangerous distance from the nail ship! The splashing water fell down and the huge waves gradually subsided.
The Styx fell into silence again.
On the deck of Najirfar, Ship of the Dead.
The goddess of death was dressed in a black robe, with black mist surrounding her body, blocking the crashing water.
After looking at the distance between Fannagilfa and the cloud ship, the goddess of death hesitated to speak, and a hint of admiration appeared in her eyes.
You know what... this boat looks pretty nice when parked!
"It was a close call. Thanks to my excellent sailing skills, I was able to avoid a shipwreck..."
Ye Zhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but look towards the huge black warship, and suddenly froze in place.
On the deck, a pair of cold eyes looked at each other indifferently, and suddenly the corners of their mouths curled up, as if revealing a hint of sneer.
Ruler of the underworld, goddess of death! Ye Zhi: “…”
Good news, there was no accident during the underworld boat race.
Bad news, I almost ran into the goddess of death, but I still need her help!
Yeats was already sweating profusely, and at this moment, the emotionless voice of the goddess of death echoed over the River Styx.
"Since you are here, follow me back to the palace to rest for a while... and follow my carriage to sail..."
The goddess of death paused for a moment and said calmly:
"Drive slower this time."
Yeats exchanged glances with Gray, silently piloted the cloud boat, and followed Nagilfa into a ferry near the palace.
A gloomy obsidian palace stands on the top of a high cliff in front of the ferry, filled with ghosts, death and despair.
The palace of the underworld, Eleudnir.
In the hall, the Goddess of Death sat on the throne and asked calmly, "So... Mr. Food God, what do you want to do by leading your companions into the underworld?"
"You can't have come to the River Styx on purpose to test the speed of the new ship?" said the goddess of death nonchalantly.
The goddess of death sitting in front of him is an ancient god who has survived from the First Age to the present. She lived in an era even older than Teacher Skach, and her strength may be the most powerful among all the gods.
Facing this unknown Nine Rings True God, Ye Zhi did not dare to act rashly. He coughed lightly, took the initiative to state his purpose, and said:
"To be honest, Your Highness, the Goddess of Death... I came here for two main purposes."
"The first is to ask the Underworld to form an alliance with Asgard to fight against the Outer Gods together and work together to overcome this doomsday catastrophe."
Yeats, who transformed himself into a lobbyist, aimed at forming an alliance against a powerful enemy, continued:
"Second, I want to know from you...about the whereabouts of the Light Slate."
Hearing the words "Light Slate", the calm eyes of the Death Goddess began to waver, as if some memories had been touched upon. She whispered, "The portrait you created for me before... I still treasure it... It is a beautiful portrait."
Yeats didn't understand why the goddess of death suddenly brought up this old story, so he had to follow her topic: "If you like, I can create a few new portraits for you!"
"No need." The goddess of death shook her head gently, "Everything is always best the first time... Once you crave for more because of greed for beauty, the initial beauty will become dim..."
Yeats always felt that the goddess of death was not only talking about portraits, but also about the emotions between people.
First love is always the most beautiful, and the white moonlight in your heart will always be the white moonlight.
But once the white moonlight fell into his arms, it turned into rice grains on his clothes, and the original beauty also faded.
"There must be a past between the Goddess of Death and the God of Light..." Ye Zhi thought to himself, "After the death of the God of Light, the Goddess of Death has been dormant in the underworld for thousands of years. This is a bit like..."
Yeats always felt that the character of the goddess of death was a bit like a widow, and even the black robe that wrapped her tightly made her look like a widow.
But this idea was somewhat offensive, and Yeats's thought flashed away.
A faint sigh echoed in the palace. Ye Zhi quietly waited for the answer from the goddess of death. She slowly said, "Regarding the alliance... I will have to wait for a while before I can give you an answer."
"As for the stone tablet of the God of Light, it is indeed with me."
The goddess of death sat on the throne, gently placed one hand on her cheek, tilted her head slightly, and whispered:
"If I'm not mistaken, Ye Zhi...you already have two of the three luminous slates?"
Yeats nodded.
The three oracle tablets of the God of Light are [Make a false oath and you will be in trouble], [Do not overdo anything] and [Know thyself].
These three oracles correspond to oaths, medical skills, and the authority of light respectively.
Among these three stone tablets, the inheritance of the last one is the most powerful. It is not only related to the mastery of the archery authority of [Golden Bow and Silver Arrow], but also directly related to the Godhead of Light and the promotion to the Ninth Ring.
In order to ascend the Supreme Throne, forging the Godhead of Light is the most appropriate choice... Therefore, Ye Zhi is determined to obtain the Slate of Light!
"I can give this slate to you." The goddess of death looked at Yeats.
Yeats asked tentatively: "But?"
The goddess of death smiled slightly: "But... you have to do something for me."
Sure enough, there are conditions... Ye Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will definitely do it!"
"You... come forward." The goddess of death suppressed the emotional fluctuations in her voice.
Ye Zhi walked slowly forward and saw her looking at herself carefully, but her eyes were very distant, as if she was trying to find another unrelated soul.
The goddess of death pursed her pale lips, her eyes on her beautiful face were covered with a layer of mist, and she whispered: "My request... is that you use your medical authority... to try to help me... heal this rotten face."
Gray suddenly held her breath, her pupils contracted, she covered her mouth with one hand, and almost screamed.
"If you feel scared, just turn around." The goddess of death said softly, "Child... I know that my face will make people feel scared."
The moment the Death Goddess' voice fell, the left half of her cheek quickly melted, like a rotten and blackened corpse, revealing a bulging, hideous eyeball.
The left half of the face of the goddess of death is rotten and hideous like a demon, while her right half is still pale and beautiful, depressed, with deep melancholy and frustration, looking at Yeats.
I don't know why.
Looking at the almighty goddess of death, she showed the begging eyes of a little girl.
Ye Zhi's heart ached and he felt a little distressed.
"Since I was born, death and life have been entangled in me at the same time, leaving me in a state of half life and half death, in endless pain and despair at all times..."
The voice of the goddess of death slowly echoed in the silent palace.
"The old God King hated me and exiled me to Helheim... This is a freezing cold world with no companions, no sunshine, and only hellhounds to keep me company."
The goddess of death stretched out her finger, her fingertips trembling slightly, and touched the rotten face: "I often wonder, if I hadn't been favored by the law of death...whether I could have lived a normal life..."
“For example…” The goddess of death lowered her eyes, her face glowing with embarrassment, as if surrounded by the halo of a dream, and she spoke softly, “For example… like a normal god, getting married and having children… slowly aging, and sleeping in the underworld after death…”
Yeats knew that look, it was the look of missing a loved one.
But soon, the cold reality dragged the goddess of death back again.
Even her breathing became a little faster.
"I was born to be unable to die." The goddess of death said hoarsely with pain in her eyes, "It is impossible for me to... lead a peaceful life... Those days that you are accustomed to, accompanied by flowers, sunshine, and breeze, are my extravagant hope..."
The goddess of death took a deep breath.
"I……"
She wanted to say something else, but stopped.
"Don't move."
Yeats held her pale fingers that touched the rotting face.
"Let me check it first."
The goddess of death was stunned. She raised her eyes and looked at the young man who was so close to her.
There was no fear, disgust, aversion or other emotions in his eyes. They were extremely focused and pure like a flawless crystal.
The boy just carefully examined the rotting face, and a pleasant fragrance emanated from him, the fresh smell of clothes after being dried in the sun.
In this world, beauty and ugliness exist objectively and do not change because of subjective attitudes.
Decay, death and aging are ugly, while life, health and youth are beautiful.
In the goddess of death, beauty and ugliness, kindness and evil, life and death coexist.
But at this moment, when this face was reflected in the boy's eyes, there was no distinction between beauty and ugliness.
The goddess of death raised a trace of relief at the corner of her mouth: "I believe you, Ye Zhi... You must be an excellent doctor."
Ye Zhi acquiesced: "I have indeed inherited the medical skills from the God of Light."
"So...what were the results of your examination?" asked the Goddess of Death.
"I'm not sure, and it's impossible to completely remove the rot... but I can relieve some of your pain." Ye Zhi said, "Do you want to try?"
The goddess of death closed her eyes and nodded silently.
A cluster of golden flames ignited at the fingertips, surging with the vitality of resuscitation. Yeats was like a doctor holding a scalpel, carefully controlling the flame to touch the rotten face of the goddess of death.
Looking at the twitching blood vessels on her face, Ye Zhi took a deep breath, not daring to imagine what kind of pain the goddess of death was enduring without saying a word.
She seemed to be used to it and spoke softly, "Many, many years ago, there was also a doctor similar to you who helped me with treatment."
"Among all the gods, only He will not hide from me..." The goddess of death paused for a moment, "Like you."
Ye Zhi's attention was completely focused on controlling the divine power, and he didn't hear clearly what the goddess of death said.
In just a short moment, Ye Zhi's divine power was overdrawn, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. He staggered back two steps, adjusted his disordered breathing, and shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, Your Highness the Goddess of Death... With my medical skills and authority, I can't treat your face..."
To be honest, Ye Zhi was a little unwilling. If he were the Nine-Ring True God, the possibility of successfully curing the Goddess of Death would increase by another 30%!
But... with my current divine power, alleviating the other person's pain is already the limit. If I want to cure him... that is really too difficult.
The goddess of death opened her eyes, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face, which was half rotten and half pale.
"Don't apologize for that... I never intended for you to heal my face."
Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment: "Then the condition you just proposed is..."
"I just want to..." The Goddess of Death said seriously, "to find some memories that were long gone."
The warmth of her fingertips still remained on his cheek. The goddess of death saw some of her old friend in him and smiled:
"I will give you His tablet... You and He have similarities, but you are destined... to have your own destiny!"
The goddess of death waved her hand gently, and shadows condensed under her feet, forming a black hole.
A golden slab of stone slowly floated up from the black hole. The inscriptions carved on the slab of stone were clearly visible, revealing a powerful divinity of light, which instantly enveloped the entire palace in golden sunlight! The last slate of light! Ye Zhi took the floating slate of light with both hands, feeling relieved, with a look of gratitude on his face:
"Thank you, Your Highness the Goddess of Death!"
"Just call me Hull."
The Goddess of Death regained her cold expression, sat upright on the throne, and said calmly:
"I will think carefully about what you said before, about the alliance between the Underworld and Asgard. You can go back now."
Hearing this, Ye Zhi knew that the alliance was probably settled, so he smiled and said, "As you wish, Your Highness Hull... I will be waiting for your good news!"
Soon, Ye Zhi discussed, "To be honest, Your Highness Hull, I have something to ask of you..."
The goddess of death seemed to have seen through Yeats's thoughts and her eyes fell on Gray behind Yeats.
"I will have my servant guide you to the exact location of the [Valley of Corpses]... Nidhogg is sleeping there."
"He has a bad temper, don't provoke Him to anger."
Hull glanced at Yeats and added, "Don't sail over there, it will make too much noise."
Ye Zhi smiled and said, "Thank you, goddess of death!"
Right now, the War Knights and the giant beasts Leviathan and the giant bird Roosting mentioned by Minerva are great hidden dangers threatening the human world.
Yeats speculated that the War Knight's divine power had reached the ninth level, and even with the powerful divine power of Asgard, it would not be possible to defeat him with certainty.
Fortunately... I have obtained the last slate of light.
After digesting the inheritance contained in this last stone slab, and holding the artifact of the God of Light, "Golden Bow and Silver Arrow", he will also be able to possess the combat power of the ninth ring level! Restraining his excitement, Yeats said goodbye to the goddess of death and left the palace with Grey, intending to go look for the black dragon king Nidhogg.
Only when they were far away from the palace did Gray lean close to Yeats's ear and whispered, "Yeats... I feel like the goddess of death had a very miserable childhood..."
Ye Zhi nodded: "The old God King knows the wisdom and destiny of the world. He is not kind to the Goddess of Death, so other gods will naturally follow suit...Except for the God of Light, who is the heir to the Supreme Throne and has his own set of principles."
Gray pouted: "Anyway, I don't like the Old God King...the few friends we met these days all hate him!"
"There is no such thing as likes or dislikes, there are only positions." Ye Zhi smiled, "For example, my godfather, the King of the Wild Hunt, has inherited Odin's legacy, so he must like the Old God King very much!"
"Maybe." Gray tilted her head slightly, her eyes shining, "Ye Zhi...if you really sit on the Supreme Throne...what would you most want to do?"
Ye Zhi looked up at the dark sky of the underworld, but a glimmer of hope rose in his heart, and he smiled and said:
"The High Throne is very spacious... Of course I can hold my beloved on both sides, and there's even room for a few more people to sit on my lap!"
"How shameless!" Gray spat and walked away angrily, "I'll go find Nidhogg myself!"
"Wait for me... don't be angry Gray... I'll cook for you!!"
It is worth mentioning that because Yeats and Gray wanted to explore the Abyss of the Dead, Hull granted them the ability to fly in the underworld.
Led by a jackdaw sent by the goddess of death, Hel, Yeats and Gray flew over the underworld and arrived in front of a bottomless abyss.
Snap——
Gray threw a stone into the huge ravine, but after a long time there was no echo, and her face suddenly changed.
Ye Zhi cautiously took a half step forward, leaned over to take a look, and immediately took a breath of cold air.
A giant dragon eye that looked like a ruby and was burning with flames, with its pupil standing upright, was staring at him! "Then, it should be the Black Dragon King Nidhogg?" Gray said nervously.
"It's definitely Him, otherwise it would be impossible for Him to possess the aura of a totem beast..." Ye Zhi held Gray's hand and said seriously, "I will go down into the abyss with you... If we encounter any danger, we will evacuate immediately!"
Gray held Yeats's hand tightly and nodded vigorously.
The underworld, a pit of dead bodies.
The two continued to fall along the abyss, and as the depth increased, their expressions became more solemn.
The smell of decay and stench filled the air. There was no light at all and the air was filled with a chill and despair.
Zuan Ya was already beginning to back out, and tremblingly said, "Otherwise... let's go back... that dark-haired guy... is not easy to talk to!"
"No matter how strong Nidhogg is, he is still on the same level as Fenrir." Ye Zhi said calmly, "At worst, we can just use the Ring of the Nibelung and run away!"
At this time, Gray pulled Yeats's sleeve, her eyes sparkling, and whispered:
"Ye Zhi... I can feel it... There is something, deep in the darkness, watching us!"
"Hush..." Yeats listened attentively, "I hear the sound of water!"
The bottom of the ravine of corpses.
The huge tree roots broke through the rock layer, took root at the bottom of the ravine, and penetrated deep into a spring. The spring emanated a biting chill, and icy springs gushed out from it, flowing towards the River Styx outside.
Yeats and Gray reached the bottom, with flash magic rising in their hands, and were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them.
There were bones everywhere, and the air was filled with malice and despair that seemed to be tangible, so sticky that it seemed like water seemed to drip out.
Under the rotten tree roots, a huge dragon body lay coiled on the ground full of bones. Its scales were as black as the night, its huge claws were deeply embedded in the soil, its huge mouth was slightly open, its fangs were sharp, and venom was dripping, mixing into the icy spring.
"No wonder the Styx is poisonous!" Gray said in surprise, "Because it contains Nidhogg's saliva!"
Ye Zhi's face changed suddenly.
The black dragon in front of us is gradually waking up!
The rotten tree roots trembled, the soil rolled, the dragon opened its scarlet eyes, and a strong pressure suddenly filled the surroundings.
The black dragon slowly raised its huge body, and its sharp claws tore the earth into cracks. The fierce wind, carrying the chill of death, surged from the body of the Black Dragon King. Nidhogg roared to the sky, shaking the abyss of the dead! Boom boom
Zuan Ya trembled in fear under this terrifying pressure.
Ye Zhi's expression was equally solemn... This aura was no less than that of the goddess of death, revealing the terrifying oppression of the ancient dragon of the First Era! "Roar--!!" Nidhogg's voice was as loud as thunder, but he did not spread his wings. He just vented his anger outside the ravine.
Ye Zhi's heart moved, and he quickly said: "Gray, you understand dragon language, please help translate... What did Nidhogg say?"
Gray suppressed her fear and trembling, listened attentively to Nidhogg's roar, and then looked surprised.
Ye Zhi couldn't help but ask, "What did He say?"
Gray was not sure:
"Nidhogg seems to be saying... He is hungry?"
Ye Zhi's face darkened.
If you are hungry, then be hungry. Why are you yelling so loudly? …
(End of this chapter)
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