Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 444 - 119: Whittling Away_2

"Hiss...truly, beyond my comprehension..."

The slight tremble of his body, the grey wings on his back all drooped. Hypnos, hidden at the entrance of the realm, seemed to have been struck by some powerful impact and for a moment was unable to react.

Therefore, he almost passively watched the first four demon gods birthed by the Mother of Demons enter the bustling void tunnel before him, without managing to make any response.

"Really bad luck..."

His mouth twitched slightly, unsure how to comprehend the situation. Actually, if he had run into an opponent he couldn’t defeat, he might have understood that much, but the experience he had just endured was truly hard to evaluate.

After all, strictly speaking, he had actually done nothing just now but ’looked’ out of curiosity at the gigantic life form that had burst into the Nine Hells. And now, he deeply regretted it.

The flash of a giant creature, the intense mental shock, it wasn’t just some indescribable phenomenon on the surface, but more a conceptual definition. Having appeared in the dreams of the gods many times, Hypnos had seen the figure of the Goddess of Beauty on Mount Olympus, and indeed, Aphrodite was as her godhood dictated.

No matter who you were, no matter your gender, whether you liked her or not, you would be captivated by her beauty under the influence of her inherent authority.

You could dislike her character, question her abilities, but you must admit, she was someone whose presence was pleasing to the eye—a stark contrast to Moya. At that moment, Hypnos was quite certain that the Mother of Demons was most likely granted an opposite power by the Abyss, and it was probably enhanced.

Because on her, there was also the natural repulsion of Order against Chaos. In any case, under various influences, her figure seemed to have some mystical effect; although it didn’t cause any direct damage, it was a bit more terrifying than if it had.

With just a moment’s gaze, the God of Sleep felt he would not forget her for ten thousand years to come. He had no doubt that if this disgusting creature didn’t think of some way to conceal itself in the future, no one would want to communicate with her.

Hmm... at this time, Hypnos didn’t know that he wasn’t the first victim. The demon god of a thousand eyes and thoughts had seen her the moment it was born and promptly destroyed its own eyes. But even when a new pair grew back, it was still meaningless.

The impact on the spirit, naturally, was not affected by the physical body, so its instinctual reaction was just futile.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Huh— here it comes."

After a moment, the God of Sleep finally shifted his attention back to serious matters.

He had already let four through, if there were issues with the last two as well, that would be a bit inexcusable.

Therefore, it was conceivable that in this respect, Crius was very experienced.

"Shadow... there’s no difference."

Once again blowing his flute with practiced ease, Hypnos immobilized the last Demon God and relaxed, even taking the time to observe this unique individual.

It was not just the outward difference that struck the God of Sleep; he had even sensed that this one had more reasoning than the previous few—of course, that was meaningless.

Whether slightly smarter or dumber, neither affected being influenced by his power. And once they fell into deep sleep, waking up would not be easy.

"Lucky one."

After observing for a while, Hypnos no longer dwelled on it.

Even after falling into Hell, the God of Sleep still bore the appearance of a youth, which inevitably gave a sense of a dark fairytale amidst such a setting.

Turning around, he looked deeper into the realm, where battles were also about to erupt within the noisy spatial tunnels. The invading Demon Gods were brazenly attempting to collapse this world, and its masters clearly could not tolerate such behavior.

Although their power was insufficient to destroy the fabric of space-time that carried the world itself, their goal was not for such. Once they exterminated the life on this plane and occupied its center, then spread their own influence across The Sky and the ground, this place would gradually bear the mark of the Abyss.

When this mark was completed, Tartarus would then be able to use it as an anchor to send its force accurately here, rather than playing a game of hide and seek with the Nine Hells across the layers of space-time.

Slowly eroding, then deciding the outcome when the big picture was almost set—this was the process of the struggle between Hell and the Abyss. Just as Chaos had worn down the resistance of Hemenu World over a long period, collisions between worlds were not to be solved overnight.

"Mutual devouring..."

"Truly primordial and aesthetically pleasing."

Sitting amidst the void, his feathers continuously falling and regrowing, Hypnos commented lightly.

Although he was there in person, the innate Evil God could hardly be said to have any empathy. So now, he was just fulfilling his most basic task, then waiting here, watching as this wind-filled world slowly burned.