Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 898 - 363: Three-headed Dog and Contract_2

Chapter 898: Chapter 363: Three-headed Dog and Contract_2

As for the remaining ones… Whether it’s Nereus or Oceanus, or perhaps the primordial water Thaesis.

Watch, watch my strength.

Then, give me your final choice.

…

Gliding underground, his wings fluttering behind him.

Ever since leaving the sea surface, the young deity has been descending continuously, not daring to look back.

Hypnos did not know whether the Divine King had noticed him, but he was certainly not the most important target.

So in this gap, he should still have plenty of time to return.

Whoosh—

The dim trench had no visible bottom, but as Hypnos flew, at some point, the surrounding sea water suddenly disappeared.

If one were to look back at this moment, anyone could only see an upward passage, not separated sea water.

This eerie space-time phenomenon exists in every passageway that connects to the portals of the Underworld, and their endpoints are often the same.

“It’s much faster than I expected…”

Hypnos nodded to himself without stopping his stride.

These special spatial phenomena often lead to inconsistent travel times to the Underworld through the same entrance.

However, this time, his luck was clearly good.

So he continued downward until the ground beneath his feet gradually turned grey.

Within the surrounding space, laws different from the Mortal Realm began to emerge.

Not far away, stood the great gates of the Underworld, and even Hypnos could faintly hear the sound of the Acheron River’s waters.

However, at this moment, the God of Sleep stopped in his tracks.

Because at the end of his gaze, outside the black gates sprawled across the grey earth, the giant beast that had been previously put to sleep by his flute music had somehow awakened.

Six crimson eyes looked this way, with a bloodthirsty and greedy gaze flickering with flames.

Cerberus, the Three-headed Demon Dog, offspring of the King of All Monsters, Typhon, and also the Underworld’s gatekeeper.

After the turmoil of Typhon, it was subdued by a deity of the Underworld and then came here to serve.

Its three heads took turns resting, guarding the day, night, as well as dawn and dusk.

Under its guardianship, no one can pass through the portals of the Underworld at will.

The reason the God of Sleep was able to pass through here from Hell to the Mortal Realm earlier was solely due to his unique Divine Authority.

A beautiful melody of his flute had put this Great Demon, a match for ordinary deities, into a deep sleep, and then Hypnos left the Underworld in peace.

Only, he did not know why Ce

Rooted in the midpoint of Hell, its roots extend to three realms.

And swearing a solemn oath against its trunk allows anyone to exchange a price for eternal strength.

In addition, its leaves possess similar powers.

Turn them into special paper, and they could force the signatories to honor their promises.

Thus, the devils of Hell call it [Devil Contract], and this is also why the Master of the Central Courtyard is considered by the devils to be superior to other lords of Hell.

Not just because of strength, for strength only brings Fear.

It’s because more and more devils, trying to create ‘achievements’ in the Mortal Realm, realized its importance and its role as the only thing that can bind the cunning devils, that they revere the Great Serpent lurking in the Courtyard—not just fearing its Strength.

This is no secret but something that many devils are aware of… so now, when it appears in the hands of another Lord of Oath, Hypnos can only be silent.

Just to recount the truth? Perhaps it’s not that simple.

As expected, Underworld River Styx must have followed a similar authority to find a user of the Devil Contract and grasped its ins and outs.

Therefore, her blocking him now is certainly not just to hear him recite it once more.

His eyes flicker; blocked in front, pursued from behind… Hypnos doesn’t know when the Divine King will return, nor if Styx is alone.

He seems to have entered a dead end, inevitably falling into one party’s pocket.

But the more this is the case, the calmer the heart of the born Evil God becomes.

Indeed, just like this… what’s wrong with staking one’s Life as a bet?

“I’m sorry, lady, but I do not wish to answer your question.”

“Is it that you do not know, or do not wish to say?”

“Of course, it’s both do not know and do not wish to say.”

A smile hangs on the corner of his mouth; the words of Hypnos are clearly not the answers to her questions, but what she truly desires, as does Styx.

As the God of Sleep resolutely refuses, the three-headed dog that was quiet by the side of the Nether River Goddess suddenly raises its head, and three gaping maws open one by one.

In direct combat, the God of Sleep is certainly no match for the Nether River Goddess, especially here in her home territory, and he cannot afford to delay for too long.

But at this moment, Hypnos is fearless.

The Underworld may be her home court, but he still has one move left.

It’s just a gamble: win, and it’s a joyous occasion for all.

And if he loses the bet, what can happen?

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Whoosh…

Mortal Realm, East Sea.

Not long ago, just when Poseidon had fallen into a deep sleep.

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Bearing the flags of Pilos, under the leadership of Prince Antilokos, a fleet clearly scarred by battle, continues to press forward across the sea.

rberus was now awake… Hypnos questioned himself, although the Underworld’s power also reduced the strength of deities to some extent, it certainly wasn’t as strong as in the Mortal Realm.

Here, the effects of his divine power should not be so short-lived.

Even if three days and nights passed, the Three-headed Dog should not have awakened.

“There’s no need for such surprise; it indeed should not have woken up.

“But its sleep disturbed me… so I woke it.”