Chapter 210 Add more money, bastard!
Feeling the majestic aura of death crushing him, the light wheel behind Loen turned and turned to the fifth incarnation [Warrior]. The blood of the god of war in his body suddenly boiled over, and the burning fighting spirit turned into blood-red flames, gushing out from the acupuncture points and pores all over his body.
——Blood of Ares, it is destroyed here, it is ruined here!
Muttering silently, Loen twisted his body backwards, clenched his right hand, and the red and black Spear of Nation-building appeared in his palm, which he thrust upward fiercely. The overbearing and violent force and the life-destroying will of death turned into tangible blood-red waves, rolling forward and submerging the dreamy golden light inch by inch.
Seeing that most of the falling golden sword was swallowed up in an instant, Hypnos' face changed slightly. He immediately bent his fingers forward and grasped the broken giant sword in the air, activating the power of sleep that could turn virtual into real, and re-condensed a sharper blade, tearing through the blood-red flames in one fell swoop.
“Dangdangdang!”
The connected Spear of Nation-building and the Golden Sword collided violently hundreds of times in just a few breaths. The harsh sound of metal clashing was like frying beans, which made Charon and Thetis on the boat's eardrums hurt.
Sisyphus, who had a maxed-out talent for running but whose combat skills were mediocre, was in such a bad state that he held his splitting headache and groaned.
In the end, Charon reluctantly slammed the long pole in his hand into the River Styx when he saw that the real financier of this business was about to go bankrupt.
A thin curtain of water rose from all sides of the ferry with the sound of splashing water, protecting the people on board and resisting the terrible aftermath of the battle.
Sisyphus, who survived the disaster, shook his head which was almost turned into a paste, and habitually put on a smile on his face, and walked forward to try to get close to Charon who had attacked him.
"I felt like I was about to die just now. Fortunately, you are here, my friend..."
However, feeling the divine power and divinity in his body being continuously depleted, Charon could not help but grit his teeth.
“——You need to pay more!”
“…”
The smile on Sisyphus' face froze. He could only nod dejectedly under the gloomy gaze of the Styx ferryman, secretly complaining in his heart.
There were three people on the boat, and the one fighting was in the front, so why did they ask only me to pay the bill?
"boom!"
At the same time, the Spear of Nation-Building and the Golden Sword in mid-air collided for the last time, and a strong shock wave spread out, crushing the blood flames on Loen's body and the dark butterflies around Hypnos.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
A mixture of golden and blood-red light streams passed through the air, shooting in all directions with a sharp whimpering sound.
For a moment, dust flew on both sides of the river, and large patches of blooming poppies and valerian turned into grass debris all over the sky; water columns several feet high splashed on the water surface, and the undead living in the Styx screamed and fled in all directions.
Above the water, Hypnos looked down at the half-broken golden sword in his hand, threw it away, looked up at his opponent who was wrapped in blood and flames and holding a divine weapon, and gave a faint comment.
"Nice gun..."
But, that’s all.
As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of butterfly-like wings behind the god of sleep flapped, and countless specks of phosphorus powder fell, transforming into thousands of golden and black dark butterflies with the wind, falling rapidly towards the people on the ferry like falling meteors.
Remote combat?
Loen looked at the flashing lights flying all over the sky in front of him, his expression unchanged, and he leaned on the gun with both hands and inserted it into the surging River Styx.
[Warrior] disappears, [Giant Whale] emerges.
In an instant, the water of the Styx around was swept upward under the rhythm of the ocean power. Countless suspended water droplets were like balls of thick ink, automatically writing and shaping, turning into a series of runes containing mysterious powers such as Hermetic text, Titan patterns, linear letters, etc., which gathered around Loen, like stars in the night sky, lighting up the night.
Hypnos felt as if he had entered a treasure house that preserved the spark of civilization, and the historical context engraved in the long river of memory was all presented before his eyes.
At this moment, it was like a wise man with a nine-sided crown on his head. He raised his right hand, used the gun as a pen, and drew the last stroke in the air.
Knowledge is the ladder, and inspiration is the crown.
Here, we must pursue the truth and eradicate fallacies!
In an instant, the densely packed runes in the air were like well-trained soldiers. With the figure in the center as the base point, they automatically linked and constructed, turning into magic arrays one after another, automatically weakening, attacking, defending and counterattacking.
The swarms of dark butterflies swooping down were precisely divided, surrounded, blocked and shot down, without any escape.
At this moment, seeing the huge magic circle that filled half the sky, as luxurious as a castle, and exquisite as a work of art, Sisyphus on the ferry opened his mouth in surprise, and his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.
No, who is this guy?
His attainments in magic were so strong! How come even Hypnos, the god of sleep, one of the twin gods of the underworld, was no match for him?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Sisyphus felt.
One thing is certain, the other side is definitely not out to save him, and the trouble they will cause in the future will probably be bigger than his.
If a mere demigod like me gets involved in this, there might not be anything left of me in the end.
After calculating carefully, it seems that he is the one who lost money?
At this moment, Sisyphus began to miss the warmth of the stone.
But unfortunately, neither Charon, who was waiting for him to return to Corinth to pay more money, nor the beautiful goddess who was blocking his way intentionally or unintentionally, would let him jump off the ship easily.
At this time, Hypnos, who had lost two consecutive battles, finally looked serious.
I thought that the artifact with destructive power was his trump card, but I didn't expect that the other party's magical attainments were even better.
In that case...
Hypnos raised his hand and clenched it. A black and gold flute carved with butterfly patterns appeared in his palm and was placed in front of his lips.
Accompanied by the excitement of the air flow, a comfortable and elegant melody came out from the flute holes and spread to the surroundings. Countless golden and black butterflies emerged from the air and danced gracefully, casting down pieces of dreamy phosphorescence.
In the magnificent palace of Corinth, beautiful maids walked around and laughed, pouring cup after cup of fragrant wine into Sisyphus' mouth, and the soft velvet bed exuded a comfortable smell...
On the verdant island, the breeze brushed across Thetis's cheek, bringing moist sea vapor; the soft sand underfoot caressed the skin, comfortable and cozy; the warm sunshine made people's bones and muscles soften, and they wanted to lie in the shade under the tree in the distance and enjoy the afternoon quietly...
In the Minoan-style house, the warm fire was crackling. A table of sumptuous meals had been eaten up. The feeling of fullness in the body made people feel lazy. They wanted to lie on the rattan chair and take a short nap after the meal to digest the food quietly...
I'm a little sleepy, I'd like to take a nap.
Just as Loen yawned and slowly closed his increasingly heavy eyelids, the flickering fire in the stove suddenly exploded, and several feet of golden flames shot out, setting the entire house on fire.
No! I'm still in the underworld!
The sudden burning sensation in his brain startled Loen, and he immediately opened his eyes, looking with fear at the figure playing the flute in the air and the hundreds of dark butterflies that were already close at hand.
As expected of the power of sleep that even the king of gods Zeus had been bewitched by, he was unknowingly bewitched by the sound of Hypnos' flute and almost fell asleep on the spot.
If it weren't for the sixth incarnation's [Flame], which used its power to purify negativity and awakened a trace of his consciousness at the critical moment, the consequences would have been disastrous.
At critical moments, we have to rely on our own Lord God!
Loen secretly made the sign of a cross in his heart, and the purifying [flame] immediately gushed out from his body, burning the approaching dark butterflies into ashes.
Actually broke free?
At this moment, Hypnos was startled by the unexpected result and tried to strengthen the resonance of the melody to pull the target into the dream again.
However, Loen, who was already on guard, naturally would not give him this opportunity. He leaned back in an exaggerated arc, tightly grasped the Spear of Nation-building in his right hand, and chanted the divine words solemnly.
"Broken branches, God's wedge - rekindle the ashes at the beginning!"
The next moment, a blazing blood-red flame ignited on Loen's body, and the holy spear made of large palm wood in his hand was also ignited.
With ashes flying all over the sky, the dead foundation of the world revealed its tragic nature.
Withered, black, and shaped like a piece of lifeless charcoal.
However, faced with this ugliness and desolation, Hypnos treated it as a formidable enemy and pushed the sound of his dream-making flute to the extreme.
He had a premonition that once pierced by this thing, no matter whether they were a powerful hero or an immortal god, they would be reduced to ashes by this burning dead branch.
Only by reaching the immortal Lord God can one survive in the face of this terrible destruction.
“Whoosh!”
The burning dead branches shot out, igniting the deathly aura of the underworld along the way. The layered purple dream barrier shattered into pieces. The underworld butterflies that served as the cornerstone and network were unable to dodge and fell into the River Styx in the blazing flames, like drifting river lanterns on the water.
"puff!"
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly with the sound of a sharp blade entering flesh.
A bloodstain appeared on Hypnos' handsome face, and a few golden-red blood drops fell into the turbulent River Styx.
At this time, Sisyphus and Thetis on the boat woke up from their trance, looking frightened.
"I have to admit that you are very strong, so I will try my best next time!"
The god of sleep in mid-air reached out his hand to wipe the blood off his face and spoke softly. There seemed to be a rare hint of coldness in his solemn tone.
——Why are lives sleeping? Because they are not yet ready to face death.
As the god in charge of sleep, Hypnos does not like killing, so he rarely fights with others and rarely kills people.
But as the twin gods of the underworld, it is their duty to guard this place and maintain order.
And once he used all his strength, he could not guarantee whether the opponent could survive.
A fight between life and death, that's how it should be!
The next moment, Hypnos' eyes were filled with murderous intent. He raised the half-broken flute in his hand and swung it forward.
In an instant, sharp and piercing whimpers were heard all around, and the boiling deathly air was compressed to the extreme, transforming into densely packed swords, javelins, heavy hammers, and even meteorites, shooting forward.
Facing Hypnos's fierce attack, Loen, who had just thrown out the Spear of Nation-Building and was empty-handed, smiled slightly.
Then--
He decisively grabbed Thetis and Sisyphus beside him, jumped, and jumped onto the river bank full of daffodils.
Nothing else, after all this delay, we finally arrived at the Pastoral of Truth.
At this moment, Charon, the only ferryman of the Styx left behind, stared at the large number of swords, javelins, hammers, and even meteorites coming towards him with his eyes wide open.
“Boom!”
The next moment, a hundred-foot-high column of water splashed up from the Styx, and black wood chips flew everywhere.
In the turbulent waters of the River Styx, an old man in tattered clothes waved a long pole that was broken in two pieces with gnashing teeth to drive away the undead that kept swarming in. He turned his head and roared in grief and anger at the three unscrupulous figures that quickly dived into the daffodil bushes.
"Add more money! Remember to add more money, bastard!"
(End of this chapter)
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