Episode 1 A Thousand Years of Love

Chapter 1: The Wandering Soul

On this day, the capital of the dead is the time of the winter wind, and the cold snap in the far north brings heavy snow, and the day and night are forgotten all at once. A snow duck on the dead tree in the lost forest withstood the bitter cold, and from time to time it was lonely and mournful, indifferently watching the wandering spirit walking on the snow.

I, Filrath, am the master of this Thousand Waters Underworld, and I have challenged the existence that no one has challenged before. The man claimed to be his current name as Nibel, but I learned from his kindred Angel of Death, Cerbenos, that his real name was Crimson Sunset, and that he was one of the four archangels of the upper world.

The red sunset is the archangel, and his power is not at all comparable to that of Cerbenos. I was defeated, and I should learn from Chilles' defeat. This defeat has taught me what it means to know without confusion and courage to be fearful, and to be superstitious about power will also be destroyed by power.

Dragging my remnants to get lost in this forest, no matter how hard I tried to identify it, I couldn't get out of this forest with my own ability. The Lost Forest is an ominous place in the capital of the dead, and legend has it that it is a place of its own in its own right. As for its origin, no one knows, but the end of the world entered this extreme northern planet, and this forest also exists.

That's why I chose this place as my refuge. If I return to the Underworld, those who spy on my throne will take advantage of my illness to kill me, and if I ask my new ally Doomsday for help, he will not kill me directly because I killed the Blood Demon King Cyrius, but it is absolute that I will pay a huge price for falling into the well, and if I can't recover as soon as possible, I am afraid that sooner or later I will sell me to the new victor of the Underworld.

So, ask my brothers and sisters for help, because I'm also the patron saint of the wizarding world, and this status has not brought me any benefit so far, but it almost killed me during the Fifth Priesthood War, and it is the same as my title of Hades, which is a help when it is in the trend, and a butcher's knife that cuts off my head when it is against the trend.

Of my sisters, only Emily in the physical world is the most likely to take me in because of her brotherhood, after all, she did and tried her best, but she was not able to protect me, especially in the face of the union of Luna in the anti-material world, and her twin sister Lina in the metal world. So, the Lost Forest is a good place in comparison. They might have figured out I'm here, but they wouldn't have dared to come in easily.

The cost of the battle with the red sunset is too expensive, and his own strength is not something I could challenge at the time (of course, there is no hope now), if it weren't for the last moment of urgency, decisively abandoning his body, and risking being scattered, I am afraid that his soul would have returned to a thousand rivers now.

But what to do now? Just because the outside world can't get in doesn't mean there aren't more terrible enemies in the forest.

It was impossible for me to blindly seek refuge in this strange place, and the scars that penetrated into the depths of my soul meant that I could only try to recover from my injuries now, but the results were predictable either way. After some hard work, I angrily thumped the tree and shook a snowflake.

"You must have been a very powerful god when you were alive!" an inexplicable figure appeared in front of me, mischievously looking me in the eye.

I was taken aback, looking around for a way out, only to find a sturdy wrap. There was a sense of hopelessness, and now that I had learned more about the weakening of my own strength, I could not even detect even the most basic real danger. Staring at the girl in front of me closely, she looked like an elf, and with her past experience, I think she was probably very good-looking.

"What's wrong with you?" the girl's eyes wide open must have noticed my anomaly, but she was too young to understand what this anomaly meant, and just kept staring into my eyes.

I didn't answer immediately, just looked at her silently.

"My name is Eve, let's make friends, shall we?" Eve waved her shining dragonfly wings and stretched her lotus arms towards me, the golden copper bells were crisp and pleasant, and suddenly I felt like I had returned to the past, to that familiar and warm world.

It's as if you're once again standing on the most beautiful Mount Nauruhi in Sefino, looking out over the beautiful New Zealand plains, let the breeze blow in your face. The water of life "vodka" that erupts irregularly in the Nauruhi Mountains breathes new life into the land. As far as the eye can see, in the center of the world, the fountain of life "Blue Dream" shimmers with a dreamlike glow, making people forget to return.

It's just that all of this is just a dream, and now I never believe that there are people in this world who can help others unconditionally, so I have a lot of doubts about the purpose of the person in front of me, especially when I appear in such a strange place in such an unfavorable situation.

The Lost Forest is full of ghosts, and it has been asserted that the fog here is formed by dead souls, and the fog was formed within a thousand years. It is rumored that when the fog formed, someone saw a god flying all over the city of the dead, sneering at the statue of the goddess, and shattering the remains of the Tower of Doom. Therefore, for such a strange place, if the other party lures me into being fooled in the form of a mask, and then devours my soul, I completely believe it.

"Are you hurt, is it painful?" Eve flapped her wings, a look of pity on her face, and reached out to touch my soul.

Someone once said that the more beautiful the angelic spirit, the more it will deceive humans, especially men. I had never experienced this myself, but I had learned it from others, so when Eve tried to let my guard down with a pitiful expression, I was secretly trying to hit with one blow.

"Wow!"

Soul blood swelled out of my mouth and the rift between my soul, and the crimson mist of blood was quickly swallowed up by the white mist around me. The continuous loss of life essence made my mind suddenly chaotic, and I knew that I still underestimated my injury, but it was already too late, and soon I fainted, only to know that in the last haze, a pair of slender and strong arms held me firmly.

Am I going to die? Death is death, living in this world where no one loves and no one can love, what is the difference between living and dying.