In the darkness beyond the reach of light, there are countless dark and evil creatures that hide.

Here is the shadow of the cosmic tree, the abyss where the power of the Slavic gods cannot extend. When the ancestor of the gods, Rod, had just established the world, the banished Black Serpent and the overthrown dark forces also entered the underground realm of the Serpent with the giant Black Serpent, the Dark Grand Duke Morian and his sister Chernava, and the three kings of the underworld, the sons of the Black Serpent, Pan, Maguli, and Vie. They hated the gods in anger in the abyss of the lack of light, and let out terrifying roars. Along with the monsters in the abyss, they are ready for a counterattack.

As a servant of the God-King, Smagel stepped into the shadowy places beneath the earth, naturally taking great risks. Evil creatures hiding in the shadows can rush out at any moment and tear their enemies to pieces.

Trampling on damp and rancid earth, all the way were huge white skeletons that emitted a disgusting stench.

Smager plucked up his courage and came to the great cavern. In the endless darkness, there was the sound of teeth chewing, and a pair of red vertical pupils were looking at him coldly.

"Serpent God. ”

There was the sound of scales rubbing against the earth in the cavern, some kind of huge monster wriggling, and then a huge head burrowed out of the gloomy cavern, looking indifferently at the small god in front of him.

The black snake also had an eight-eyed giant spider on its mouth, and it swallowed its prey, spitting out the snake letter with satisfaction. Moving his huge body.

"Smagall?"

"Hehehe, I heard that the World Serpent was expelled before, and now even you have been expelled from the Temple of the Gods?"

Smagel flapped his wings and said to the giant serpent in front of him, "Snake God, I know that you have always wanted to leave the Dark Continent, so the God King asked me to give you a chance to see the light of day again. ”

"Opportunity?"

The giant snake in front of him said disdainfully, "Aren't you afraid that after I go out, I will devour the whole world?"

Smager didn't care about the serpent's threats at all, and he continued to ask, "Veres has disappeared for a long time, and now the temple is very unhappy with what he did. ”

"What if this opportunity is for you to rule the Styx in place of Veres?"

Hearing Smager's words, the serpent finally raised its head and narrowed its eyes.

The sun rises and sets, and the tide rises and falls.

It's business as usual.

Perron, the god of war, drove his chariot and galloped across the sky. If you look up at the sky from the ground, you will see a blue-purple lightning bolt that looks like a meteor twisting and writhing in the sky.

The wheels of the chariot burned with heavenly fire, and a huge thunderous roar announced the arrival of Thor to the entire continent.

Sitting in a chariot, Perron held an arrow in his left hand and an arrow in his right, and the taut strings opened the arc of the full moon.

Since two fingers were bitten off by the Serpent of the World, Perron had been able to take aim at an ugly giant bear monster with the same way the ancient Slavs had thrown an arrow.

It was approaching an unarmed passerby. A terrible drought forced the spirits out of their dark caverns in broad daylight and on humans.

Then Perron let go of his taut fingers.

A thunderbolt that fell from the sky fell on the giant bear's body, and the explosion set off a shock wave that directly bent the artemisia grass.

Thunder smashed a deep pit directly into the grass of the plains!

Perron, the god of war, is tasked with driving in the sky and shooting demons with fiery arrows to kill the demons that threaten the world, and when the thunder and lightning appear, the demons and spirits will fear Perron's thunder and lightning and run into the dark and damp caverns to avoid his hunt.

For millions of years, Perron has not grown tired of this duty, and hunting demons is what he enjoys the most. It wasn't until the past few years that he discovered that there were more and more demons in the human world.

Everything changed dramatically after the end of the war of the gods.

The sun god Dyberg drove the carriage and followed Perron, the god of thunder, through the sky, and he noticed that his old friend had always had a gloomy look.

"Perron, are you still thinking about Veres?"

Dysberg steered the golden carriage and sprinkled the land with the scorching sun. Although most of the farmland has been turned into barren land, Dyberg still brings light to the world as promised.

Perron sighed and said, "After the disappearance of Dura, the Mother of the Earth, Veres is the only successor, and if it weren't for his existence as the God of the Earth, the Cosmic Tree would not be able to function at all. Although unforgivable mistakes were made, however, there were no mistakes in the people of this land. ”

"They don't deserve to be tortured like this. ”

Dyberg fell silent, unable to answer Perron's question.

The law of the gods, the God-King is the one, supreme, all-knowing and all-powerful truth. No god has the right to rebel.

"I know that punishing Veres was a decision made by the God-King, and I don't have sympathy for him. It's just human, and there's nothing wrong with that. The price for Veres should not be borne by them. ”

Dyberg turned his head, glanced at the god of war behind him, and asked in a low voice, "What will you do if one day in the future we also end up with Veres?"

"I don't know. ”

Perron shook his head and said, "We can't disobey the God-King's orders. ”

Once again, his eyes were on the ocean.

Perron once secretly sneaked into the Stygian Sea with the God-King on his back to find traces of Veres, but found nothing. No one knows where Veres hid after sinking into the sea seven years ago. After a long period of finding nothing, Perren finally gave up on the idea of finding Veres.

It's just that whenever he passes by the sea, he always subconsciously slows down.

At this time, the chariot was driving on the vast ocean, and the wind and waves were calm. As far as the eye can see, the fishing boats are bouncing in the white waves, and the waves crash against the reefs and cliffs, making it another good day for the fishermen who go out to sea.

Perron clenched the prisoner of war in his hand, and he stared at the calm sea, but there was no trace of the god of the Stygian.

Only in the endless dark abyss, the banished gods sleep quietly.

The seventh spring ploughing day is coming to an end, and soon the Nikolai Festival will be ushered in.

On the day of the festival, the people would perform rituals to keep Veres blessed with good weather, but they survived seven difficult years, and the land was tormented and ravaged by a famine that did not reap the grain.

Perron looked at the barren land and clenched his fists in anger.

"How long are you going to sleep here, Veres. ”

The whole palace was born out of the huge form of the dark stars, and on the base of the cube was built a huge temple, dark green seaweed and red starfish were wrapped around the stone pillars, and the temple seemed to have been deserted for millions of years.

The Book of Veres records that the god of the Styx has a palace that shines all year round in the midst of the black abyss, and the stone pillars that support the semicircular dome are inlaid with thousands of pearls of the night, and Veres sits quietly on the cold throne, greeting the dead and showing the way home for the fishermen who have lost their way to their homeland.

It's just that the reality is very different from the record.

In the darkness of the endless depths of the sea, above the throne within the temple are sleeping black shadows, layers of strange hidden in the shadow of giant stone statues of irregular geometry.

Seven years ago, in the battle of the gods, the god of the Stygian Sea, who incarnated as the giant serpent of the world, exhausted all his strength, and finally hid in the vast, vast abyss, and fell into a deep dream.

It was a terrible dream.

He dreamed of a giant black serpent, lurking in the infinite darkness, calling out his name. He had an evil, massive head and a look exactly like Veres.

He wanted to get closer to the other party, and six identical heads appeared around the giant serpent that called the name, and they spat snake letters, calling the name of Veres.

"Who are you?"

The serpent's voice lingered in his ears as if it had passed through the ages.

"Go back, you haven't come here yet, Veres, and one day you'll know that the god-king of this world is far more evil than you think. ”

"This is for the sake of the Tree of the Universe, for the sake of all beings. ”

Veres wanted to take a step forward, when suddenly a light shone between him and the black serpent, as if in response to Perron's call, and the eyelids of the silent statue in the abyss twitched.

After a long slumber, scarlet eyes suddenly opened in the darkness.

The Serpent of the World, the Lord of the Stygian Sea, the banished evil god.

Veres finally woke up from his dream.

The body, which had not been active for nearly seven years, slowly stood up from the throne and shook off the mud and dust.

"God-king. ”

Looking up from the dark abyss, the light of the sun god sprinkled on the surface of the sea was faintly like a small speck of light, covering the entire pupil.

Then there was a pillar of light that pierced through the deep waters and sprinkled white light on him.

Veres' scarlet vertical pupils stared at the sea level above the sea and said slowly, "I'm back." ”