Chapter 490: A Trip to Hell, a War of Words with Demons (5K)
Asgard, Valhalla.
The sun is warm and the morning mist is lingering.
Above the green grass, spatial fluctuations surged, and a portal took shape.
A young god stepped out from it.
His eyes fell on the majestic rooster on the golden roof of the palace, and Yeats smiled and greeted Lincoln.
"Good morning, Gullinkaby. Don't forget to put your eggs in the basket and carry them to the shed."
The rooster Gulinbin's expression froze.
The former great chef at least came to collect the eggs himself.
This guy, not only did he take my eggs, he also pointed fingers at me! The new god of food is simply not a human!
However, this God of Food is a very famous figure in Asgard. He not only has the trust of three powerful gods at the same time, but also has the merit of killing the Famine Knight! Gulinbin still has some respect for him in his heart. After all, this master is much more capable than the previous God of Cooking! Turning his head to look at the golden eggs that he had gathered with his divine power, the big rooster with a golden crown and black feathers couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought that they would soon become a meal on the plate.
"Oh, by the way, feed the goat Helende some fodder!" The God of Food called out, "Its milk production has been poor recently. Please give it a word of advice and make it reflect on itself!"
Cock Gullinkambi: "..."
Is this human language? Meeting this god of food is a blessing for the Asgardian beasts! At this moment, another teleportation magic circle unfolded on the green grass.
This powerful aura must be from Asgard's ruler, the goddess of wisdom Minerva! Glinkenbi did not dare to interfere in the conversation between the God of Food and the Goddess of Wisdom, and quickly flapped his wings and flew off the roof of Valhalla.
Staring at the figure in a white dress that emerged from the teleportation array, Ye Zhi was a little surprised. He had just returned from the underworld, and Minerva had heard the news and rushed over. It was hard not to suspect that she was always watching him in Asgard! Facing this black-bellied goddess, Ye Zhi always felt natural pressure, but he still needed the wisdom of Minerva to crack the Light Slate.
Ye Zhi took the initiative to salute and said, "Greetings to Her Majesty the Magic Goddess."
The girl in the white dress with bright eyes and white teeth seems to have walked out of a classical oil painting. Every inch of her skin exudes natural beauty, but it does not arouse the slightest desire, only pure appreciation of beauty.
Minerva smiled, nodded slightly, and praised:
"I already know about the affairs of the underworld. Your efficiency far exceeded my imagination. You handled this matter very beautifully and you deserve praise."
This was clearly the tone of voice used to coax a child, which made Ye Zhi feel a little uncomfortable. He thought that this was the skill of a kindergarten teacher.
But it must be said that Ye Zhi was still somewhat happy to be coaxed by a Nine-ringed Goddess. While sighing at the ability of the Goddess of Wisdom to control her subordinates, she said calmly, "This trip was only possible thanks to the generosity of the Goddess of Death who took the initiative to give me the Slate of Light."
Minerva shook her head slightly and said with a smile: "If it were any other god, the goddess of death Hel would not hand over this stone tablet so easily... unless that god is you, Yeats."
Ye Zhi was stunned: "Why?"
"You're asking even though you already know the answer." Minerva rolled her eyes at Ye Zhi and chuckled, "Because you are very similar to the God of Light... not in appearance, but in temperament... Don't you think that the way Hel looks at you is a little dazed from time to time?"
Yeats actually already knew the old story between the God of Light and the Goddess of Death. To put it simply, they were a pair of childhood sweethearts, one sunny and enthusiastic, the other melancholy and pitiful.
Ye Zhi was thoughtful, thinking of the fact that the goddess of death knew that her medical skills could not heal her rotten face, but still let her try.
What she wanted was not that I could heal her face, but that she just wanted to find some memories of the past... This was also one of the reasons why she generously gave me the Slate of Light.
"It is human nature to dwell on fond memories, and even gods are not immune to this."
"But the time that has passed is gone and will never come back."
Minerva looked deeply at the palace of the old God-King, as if she could see the empty throne deep in the Silver Hall.
"Anyone who attempts to swim upstream in the river of time will be ruthlessly washed away by time..." Minerva said softly, "Yeats, you have to look to the future."
"This is a commonplace topic," said Yeats.
Minerva smiled and said, "Then let's talk about something new... Who do you think will sit on the High Throne in the future?"
The goddess of wisdom's bright eyes stared at Yeats closely, not missing any change in expression on his face.
Ye Zhi did not want to expose his ambitions, so he pretended to be calm and said, "I think that the person who sits on the Supreme Throne is not destined... In Asgard, anyone can be king!"
Minerva chuckled and patted Ye Zhi's shoulder gently. Ye Zhi couldn't fully understand the meaning of this action. He only saw her gradually put away her smile and her eyes slightly condensed.
"No matter who sits on the throne, I have only one vision, and that is to restore order."
It was the first time Yeats heard Minerva express her true feelings.
"I like everything that is fair, reasonable, and orderly. Therefore, I created the magic network to integrate the disordered magic power in the world into a source of magic power that can be used by humans."
Minerva lowered her eyes and looked down at the world: "However, there are still too many chaotic and unreasonable places in this world... The collision of the fragments of the two worlds, the Nine Realms and the Heavens, has made order disappear.
"Fortunately..." Minerva's eyes flickered slightly, and she said softly, "Fortunately we can restore order."
"Just like after the twilight of the gods, a new era came, and the collapse of the old era recast a new world." Minerva's eyes were full of hope. "After the war, this world needs a new order, and also needs a... future king..."
Yeats thought about it and asked:
"Order, is this the path you seek?"
Minerva smiled, her eyes sparkling with a bright look. "The reason why I guide you is because I see hope for rebuilding order in you... In short, we each take what we need and help each other... Next, take out your slate."
Minerva winked slyly.
"I knew you would do that."
Yeats did as he was told and took out the slate.
"Read the inscription above first." Minerva was like a teacher tutoring, "That is the key for you to obtain the last inheritance of light... [Know yourself]."
"Let me test you, Yeats, what does this sentence mean?" Minerva said with a smile.
Yeats wanted to say that this is simple, isn't it just about making people self-aware?
However, this sentence seemed to be a profound philosophical proposition, which made Yeats fall into deep thought.
At this time, Minerva's gentle voice slowly sounded.
"[Know thyself]... In the traditional sense, the interpretation of this sentence is to advise people to know themselves and not to fight against the gods."
"But this is not the true meaning of the inheritance of light..."
Minerva extended a finger as white as an onion and gently touched Yeats' neck. Then she moved it down and touched the position of his heart. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "We are inevitably strangers to ourselves. Even we ourselves don't understand what kind of existence we are. No one can truly understand his or her own heart...but God can."
Ye Zhi was slightly startled, and felt the cold touch of Minerva's fingertips, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.
"The three inheritances of the Light Slate correspond to oath, medicine, and light. The last inheritance is the most critical and profound."
Minerva smiled and said: "You cannot grasp this inheritance now, it doesn't matter, just remember, when you are confused, ask your heart."
"Knowing your own heart is the key to becoming a god..."
“You don’t need to ask for the light that leads to the future from the outside world. It is always hidden deep in your heart.”
After saying this, Minerva's fingers gently slid down Ye Zhi's chest, and she took a half step back, revealing a lazy and beautiful smile:
"After talking so much, my mouth is dry, Ye Zhi..."
"I understand."
Ye Zhi nodded and said, "I'm going to cook two dishes for you, right? And I'll make you some golden apple wine!"
Minerva nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Smart!"
For the next week, Yeats stayed in Asgard, pondering the deeper meaning of Minerva's words.
He gradually summed up the essence of it, which is basically the idea that our nature is self-sufficient and does not depend on anything else.
But Yeats was troubled by how to transform these ideas into real divine power.
Fortunately, as the belief in the God of Food spread throughout the various planes, Ye Zhi's divine power continued to increase at a stable and astonishing rate.
The journey through the two planes of existence, the Kingdom of Fire and the Kingdom of Frost, has brought Ye Zhi close to the bottleneck of the Nine Rings.
And this last slate of light obtained in the underworld gave Yeats a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough.
The more you desire promotion, the less likely you are to get it.
During the few days he stayed in Asgard, Yeats was distraught and worked hard to comprehend the inheritance on this last stone tablet.
Unable to break through, Ye Zhi felt like he had a thorn in his throat, and the war continued to spread in the material plane. Ye Zhi looked down at the human world from Asgard, feeling anxious, but he did not dare to act rashly.
Thankfully, there has been some good news this week.
First, the goddess of death Hel formally agreed to form an alliance with Asgard to fight against the apocalypse together.
Then it’s the direction of Iceland. Hilde’s promotion has come to a critical period. As long as he can successfully overcome the difficulties, he can be promoted to the God of Duel!
Ye Zhi also knew that wanting to advance from an eighth-ring god to a ninth-ring god in just a few months was nothing short of a pipe dream.
But all he could do was to continue to comprehend the stone tablet and try to integrate these authorities of the God of Light into a new godhood.
This day.
In the palace of Valhalla.
Yeats looked down at his palms, trying to transform the flame in his hands into a ray of pure sunlight.
But the flame eventually went out, and Yeats couldn't help but sigh.
"I am almost there, and I can upgrade the God of Food to the God of Light, but I am just a little short of the mark..."
Yeats smiled self-deprecatingly.
"You can't let me break through during the battle, right? That would be too terrifying!"
Just at this moment.
A divine message came.
Mammon's voice was somewhat angry: "Ye Zhi, did you stand me up? You are not in the bottomless pit at all, where are you!"
Ye Zhi was slightly stunned, remembering that today was the day he would go to hell alone to form an alliance.
I was so busy comprehending the stone tablet that I almost forgot my appointment with Mammon! "Wait a moment, I'll be there soon!"
Ye Zhi stroked the Nibelung Ring, circulated his divine power, and the light of plane teleportation instantly enveloped Ye Zhi.
The next moment.
At the bottom of the bottomless pit, next to the gate of hell.
The black-haired beauty folded her arms, looking slightly annoyed, when suddenly she saw a streak of light falling beside her.
Buzz——
A handsome and tall figure appeared in front of Mammon, emitting the aura of an Eight-ringed True God. He greeted him, "Mammon, how are you?"
Mammon was stunned for a moment, and looked at the figure in surprise... He was wearing a silver-white robe, had a handsome face, and the rings on his slender knuckles shone brightly.
Anyone who sees this young and handsome god will be filled with admiration and awe.
Mammon watched Ye Zhi ascend from a mortal to the holy realm... After being apart from him in the bottomless pit for half a year, Ye Zhi became a true god, which shocked Mammon greatly!
Even though he had heard in rumors that Ye Zhi had been promoted to an eight-ring true god, when Mammon sensed the aura of Ye Zhi up close, he still felt strange.
'He got promoted without me by his side...'
Mammon was in a mixed mood, unable to tell whether he was surprised or sad. He suppressed his emotions and sneered:
"I thought you were not going to come see me, dear master."
I almost broke the appointment. It was indeed my fault...Ye Zhi coughed lightly and explained, "I have something important to do in Asgard, so I came a little late. We'd better discuss it while we are on the road!"
Mammon shook his head gently, didn't pursue the matter, sighed and said, "Come with me!"
Yeats follows Mammon through the depths of a bottomless pit, a flaming gate to hell.
Go through this door.
Ye Zhi suddenly felt a space fluctuation enveloping him, and a scene completely different from the Nine Realms slowly emerged before his eyes.
Before this, Yeats had never been to hell, and only had a vague understanding of hell through the descriptions of other gods.
Hell and heaven are originally one and the same.
In the Third Age, the outer gods from the heavens invaded the Nine Realms and took advantage of the fall of the gods to seize the vast majority of the faith.
Later, the devil Lucifer, dissatisfied with the corruption of heaven, stole the fragments of the world from heaven, created hell based on them, and became the first fallen angel in history.
Hell existed from the Third Age to the Fourth Age, and some humans had accidentally entered hell. A bard once gave a detailed description of hell.
According to the poet, there is a line of words written on the gate of hell: "Those who enter this gate should abandon all hope!"
Yeats looked around and saw only cracked scorched earth with blue flames coming out of the cracks. The smell of sulfur was so strong that it was suffocating.
The scarlet river flows around the black stone building, and on a boundary marker, Yeats actually found this line of small words.
"Don't the demons living in hell believe in hope?" Yeats asked.
Mammon shrugged and said calmly, "Hope? Whoever wants to believe it can believe it. I only believe in enjoying life while it lasts!"
Ye Zhi was noncommittal and said, "So... where are we going to meet Lucifer?"
Mammon pointed to a golden city standing in front of him on a barren plain. In the center of the city stood a tall spiral tower, and the palace on top of the tower could be seen from a long distance.
"It's in that palace." Mammon said, "The other demons are also there. Lucifer and them are already waiting in the round table conference room."
Ye Zhi was shocked...what a big scene!
"So, how many demons are there in the conference room?" Ye Zhi asked.
"Except for me and the Gluttony Demon, the other five Lords of Sin are here, as well as Lilith whom you met before." Mammon's lips curled up with a hint of playfulness, "She is looking forward to your arrival."
Ye Zhi always felt that Mammon, when transformed into a human form, was more assertive in both the way he spoke and the way he acted, and was far less cute than in his cat form.
Of course, he still maintains a master-servant contract with Mammon. If he wants, he can rely on the master-servant contract to force Mammon to obey his orders, but doing so will not be conducive to the alliance with hell.
Ye Zhi was surprised and asked, "Didn't they agree to let me discuss this with Lucifer? How come there are so many demons present at the same time?"
"Of course I support an alliance with humans, but there are also different factions in Hell," Mammon said. "There are pro-war factions, neutral factions... and of course, pro-peace factions. Whether you can convince Lucifer to join your battle line and fight against the doomsday catastrophe together depends on your ability!"
Ye Zhi: “…”
Well, it seems that I am here to have a verbal battle with demons! Ye Zhi and Mammon flew to the Spiral Tower, and under the guidance of Mammon, they stopped in front of a majestic gate of the Hall of Demons.
Squeak——
Mammon pushed open the door.
Suddenly, a strong sense of oppression came over me.
Yeats looked around and saw a huge round table with seven thrones surrounding it, five of which were already occupied.
Pairs of eyes were staring at Ye Zhi, emitting the aura of an eight-ring true god. The silver-haired man in the middle revealed an even more powerful aura, already possessing nine-ring pressure!
"This should be Lucifer." Ye Zhi looked at the silver-haired man and thought to himself.
The demon gods all looked at each other with different expressions as they silently examined the popular God of Food, and no one spoke first.
"Long time no see, Ye Zhi." Lilith took the lead in breaking the deadlock and said charmingly, "You have become more handsome. Come, let your sister kiss you~!"
Next to Lilith sat a pale-faced middle-aged man in a tuxedo who looked like a vampire. He sneered:
"I have long heard of His Excellency the God of Food's reputation... His prestige spreads across the nine realms. I am truly envious!"
The sourness in his tone almost burst out.
Ye Zhi knew without even thinking that the vampire must be the God of Jealousy. He smiled and said, "The glory of the gods should be spread throughout the nine realms. You live in hell and have little reputation. You don't have to feel sad or blame yourself."
The jealous demon's eyes widened, and his pale face flushed with color: "You!"
Ye Zhi ignored it calmly, turned her head and saw a busty nightmare sleeping on the table.
Her saliva had even gathered into a pool of crystal liquid on the table, causing veins to bulge on the forehead of the man with glasses standing next to her.
"Don't sleep, Belphegor! It's time to get up and talk business!" said the man with glasses angrily.
"Do you need me to introduce you?" Mammon looked at Ye Zhi with a look of despair, "I don't think it's necessary, right?"
Ye Zhi: “…”
How can I manage Hell with these bugs? Well, I will use my eloquence to unite Hell against Heaven!
…
(End of this chapter)
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