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Chapter 37 The Seventh Great

The end of the sky, the far west.

The world-destroying flood swept here, submerging the lofty mountains that Atlas stepped on.

The soles of his feet were wet and he felt very uncomfortable.

So Atlas leaned down, and the face with a wild and wild atmosphere passed through the clouds and appeared above the sea.

Although it was just bending over to him, the gods were really taken aback.

The sky suddenly lowered a height, and they thought that Uranus, the god of the sky, was about to fight with Gaia, the goddess of the earth.

On the surface of the sea, Poseidon came back to his senses in an instant, and looked directly at Atlas in the sky.

But Triton behind him was still in shock.

Terry has a human body with a fishtail, and his handsome and bewitching cheeks are full of panic. He holds a trident one size smaller than Poseidon, and has a conch on his waist. Because of the panic in his heart, the fishtail is frantically slapping the sea water below him. .

Atlas looked down at the two with contemptuous eyes.

"Enough is enough, with such a high flood, all creatures would have died long ago."

"Let's get out of the tide, the soles of my feet are full of sea water, I feel uncomfortable."

After he finished speaking, he straightened up, and the sky suddenly rose a lot because of his strength.

Poseidon snorted.

"Old stuff."

He told Triton behind him: "Let's get out of the tide."

Then he left Triton behind and returned to the depths of the sea with a depressed expression on his face.

He was a little upset and had to find a beauty to comfort him.

Triton, who stayed where he was, tremblingly took off the conch from his waist, and he began to play. His deep humming resounded above every inch of the tide, like a soldier receiving an order. The tide began to recede, revealing the submerged mountains and hills.

While playing, he glanced at the sky where Atlas descended from the corner of his eye from time to time, lingering fear appeared on his bewitching face.

In the clouds there, a hole in the shape of a human face visible to the naked eye appeared, which seemed out of place with the surrounding clouds.

……

Underworld, Hades sits on his throne.

He is the ruler of the underworld, the ruler of the kingdom of the dead, and the undead are subjects and part of the power.

All the creatures accumulated in an era died and returned to the underworld, and his power was unprecedentedly powerful.

He stood up from the throne, and as an extension of his power, the river of fire that flowed and divided the underworld emitted a blazing red light that had never been seen before.

They echo Hades standing in the center of the underworld, pushing his power to a higher level.

The figure of Hades, whose power was greatly increased, sank to the bottom of the underworld and came to a closed dark space.

A phantom that is exactly the same as his figure floats in this dark space. There is a faint connection with the underworld, but because the phantom's body is too illusory, this connection is very weak.

Hades stared at the phantom. There should have been a clone with a powerful first-level divine power and a mind connected with him.

The power of one person brings out the effect of the joint efforts of two people, which is also his capital as the No.1 under the great divine power.

Unfortunately, in order to hold back Hephaestus who was about to return to the present world in the chaos, this avatar has self-destructed.

Otherwise, after he was promoted to great divine power, he would be able to gain a firm foothold by relying on his ability to fight two against one.

But now it seems that all of this is worth it. The strength and determination shown by Hephaestus have greatly exceeded his expectations, and it really brought him back to the present world. I'm afraid things will not be as easy as they are now.

Hades restrained his thoughts, he flew up, and his figure overlapped with the phantom in the air.

The connection between the master of the underworld and the underworld was previously done by the avatar, but now it can only be done by the main body.

As Hades and the phantom overlap, the power of the feedback from the underworld has a carrier, and all of it pours into Hades' body.

The power of the underworld, the power of the dead, the two kinds of power poured into the same person, faintly making Hades touch the limit of great divine power.

Although this boundary is blurred, it can never be crossed.

However, Hades had been prepared for a long time. With one thought, the river of fire flowing on the land of the underworld launched a mad attack on the river Styx, and at the junction of the two, the blood from the world outside this world was drawn into the river of fire. , become part of the power of Hades.

As if a matter of course, Hades easily became the seventh great god of the first level of divine power in this world.

He looked at the long river of fate in the depths of the underworld, his eyes were as cold as a knife.

As the driving force behind the destruction of the world by the flood, becoming a great divine power has never been the goal, but a process to achieve the ultimate goal.

The raised hand came down with unrivaled divine power, blasting towards the river of fate.

In an instant, apart from the disappearing past, the section of the river that represents the present is disturbed. No matter who or what authority he is in charge of, he will no longer be able to peek into the fate, and the future will become blurred because of this. Although the end point has not changed, but Countless waves were thrown out.

In the Temple of Destiny, Clotto, who was restrained by a ray of death, sighed. The powerful backlash from fate swept through the authority of fate. She could only bear it desperately as she couldn't move, so as to prevent this backlash from coming to the world along the link. On the two sisters.

A suction appeared in the long river of fate, she fell into the river uncontrollably and was swallowed by fate.

From then on, she lost her eternity in the unknowable fate, she never fell, but it was better than falling.

Although the wisp of death that restrained her let go of her, it took away her hope of returning at last, and walked away with the part of the power of fate that she was in charge of.

In the depths of the underworld, Hades swallowed the flying power of fate in one gulp.

He looked out of the world, and Hephaestus walked arrogantly in the chaos. Because he saw his friend Clotho being involved in the river of fate, he ignited the chaos directly in a rage, leaving a path of flame behind him.

"It's so fast!"

"It looks like he's going to be seriously injured."

Hades muttered to himself.

He grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He usurped Clotho's destiny authority, which is equivalent to the new fate weaver, inheriting the glory of the old god, and naturally he also has to bear the suffering of the old god.

Originally, the backlash of fate on Clotho appeared on Hades, and it was much more serious than he imagined. As smart as he was, he immediately knew Cloto's final choice.

"Unexpected."

With a ruthless heart, he forcibly exercised the rights of the weaver of fate in a seriously injured state, and determined the fate of the creatures on the earth in the future.

He shortened the death period of the living beings. Different races have a life limit, and when the time is up, they will die immediately.

This process can only be done early, not later.

For this reason, Hades spit out another mouthful of blood.

At the same time, a roar resounded through the sky.

"Hadis!"

The barriers of the world were pierced by a flaming god, and Hephaestus finally returned.

There is no nonsense, the move is the ultimate move.

The time history book was thrown out by Hephaestus in anger, and smashed to the land of the underworld with the mighty power of countless fallen illusory worlds.

To shatter the dark side of this world.

(End of this chapter)