Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 646: 219 Lies

Chapter 646: Chapter 219 Lies

On the ground of the Underworld, Hades’s figure was rapidly flickering.

The sky seemed to tilt for a moment, stars fell to the Mortal Realm. And he was trying to move far from the impact’s center point, and stabilize the Underworld Land as much as possible with his power.

That is to say, the sky of the Underworld is not the real sky, it doesn’t need tools to prop it up. Otherwise, the destruction caused by Zeus’s fall would not be limited to the Fields of Truth.

Whoosh—

The ‘Fallen Star’ swept through the air, only holding stiff for a short while before the ‘Celestial Body’ continued to sink.

Black flames wrapped around the ‘meteor,’ and the hellfire burned relentlessly on Zeus’s body.

That was one of the signs of Hell, the flame brought from the divided Muspelheim by the Nine Hells, and the darkness inherent in Silver Humanity, which together gave the flame a tendency, constituting the Demon Fire unique to Hell. Of course, despite their impressive origins, this didn’t mean that the flames could scorch Zeus.

For Zeus, the flames burning on his body actually couldn’t harm him; in fact, they could only prove that he was indeed too preoccupied to care.

“Ugh—rise!”

Pushing up with his hands, Zeus raised his head, his eyes flashing with Thunder Fire locked gazes with the colossal serpent in the sky.

Only this Great Serpent, indeed, he had been tricked, but at least he had been partially successful.

But reality knows no ‘ifs,’ and the Divine King wouldn’t dare allow Zeus to crash unrestrained into the bottom layer of the Underworld. So standing in the distance, watching the trajectory of Zeus’s fall, Hades hesitated only for a moment before continuing to maintain the tenacity of the strata.

Well, Zeus was just having a hard time, especially since he came to the Underworld unannounced. Anyhow, this was much better than the Underworld Land suffering damage and him suffering from the backlash.

Consequently, when the land was reinforced by the entire strength of the Underworld, the previously continuous buildings became like ore caught between an iron blanket and hammer, bound to either melt away or shatter the forces smashing against it.

And the outcome of this time... naturally was that all three bore varying degrees of damage.

Boom——!

The world stood still for a moment, followed by a tremendous quake echoing through the Void, accompanied by the Divine King’s roar resounding beneath the sky of the Underworld.

“Ah—Hades??!”

A single impact turned most of the Fields of Truth into a basin.

The previously continuous buildings had turned into nothingness, but Zeus, the cause of it all, was no better off.

Although gods can regenerate flesh and blood, it still requires a bit of time—at least Zeus, caught by surprise, didn’t have the chance to reshape the missing half of his body.

So at this moment, a large amount of specially casted Divine Metal was interspersed in his flesh; these materials, with strength nearly akin to Divine Artifacts, were not that easily worn away. Yet Zeus couldn’t understand why Hades would spend so much just to build a palace; what was his purpose?

It couldn’t possibly be that Hades had hidden Prophecy abilities, knew he would be injured here today, and had deliberately constructed such a structure for that purpose? That joke wasn’t funny at all!