Disappearing in front of Momont, he silently observed for a while, until he was sure that the other party did not intend to seek help from Prometheus, and Mephistopheles smiled with satisfaction.

The latter was chosen between Orson and Momont because he was more in line with the requirements. In the future, there is no need to monitor it anymore, since Mo Meng is not going to say it now, it is likely that he will not say it in the future.

Signaling to the two gods who had been observing from the side, Mephistopheles headed out of the human tribe first. There are many temples of gods here, and it is not a safe place after all.

After all, as an outsider, there is a gap between the breath on his body and the present world. Ordinary gods have no insight and may not understand what this feeling is, but those powerful gods can recognize it.

"You're human? Didn't all the silver humans die at the turn of the ages? ”

It didn't take long for Keto, who had long been full of doubts, as soon as he left the tribe of bronze humans, and couldn't help but ask.

Zeus didn't make a big deal about secretly sending the rainbow goddess Aerys to deal with the 'remnants of the old era', so the rhetoric on the surface is like what Keto said, everything is because of the disaster during the change of eras.

"That's right, in fact, I was once a silver human."

Nodding, Mephistopheles dissipated the black mist that enveloped the two of them.

"But that doesn't mean it's still now. Before the great Lord of the Nine Hell elevated me to god-like existence, the Silver Humans were no longer the same as they used to be. ”

"Now, we call ourselves devils. I, on the other hand, am the lord of the devil. ”

"I have been granted the title of third rank by the Lord of the Nine Hells, which is the title he uses to divide the status of the Lord of Hell."

Maybe it's because they've had close contact with the source of darkness, or maybe it's because of the changes in the environment after the Nine Hells have fused that part of the power, in short, the first generation of devils were born close to darkness.

Walking in this world, the blessings of the Nine Hells have been weakened by half, but Mephistopheles's affinity for darkness has not. These powers, called 'elementals', did not reject his call in the slightest, but obediently changed according to his heart.

This creation, called the Magic Web, is indeed very peculiar, and although it binds the elements, it does not refuse any being to use it, as if it were just a tool to comb through power.

But in any case, it's a good thing. Being able to drive the power of the elements can be regarded as giving him a lot more means in the mortal world.

And if nothing else, if the human before had drunk his blood, he would have been able to gain some similar powers from it.

"Knighthood?"

Another unfamiliar word was heard, but Keto probably understood the meaning of the sentence.

Probably just like the level of divine power of the gods, it is a division of the power of this special 'regional god'.

"So what exactly are you here for, just to say a few words to a mortal?"

Shaking his head slightly, Mephistopheles didn't expect the other party to understand his intentions.

"It's a hassle to explain, and instead of focusing on me, think about yourself, ma'am."

"Now that you have left Olympus, it proves that for the god-king, your position is probably no better than that of your enemy. So you'll need to find a being who is strong enough to take refuge in order to continue doing what you want. ”

Speaking calmly, Mephistopheles wasn't ready to go to a second human right away.

The vast majority of today's bronze humans are still religious, and they have no idea of the petty actions of their creators and priests. In this case, even if he can move a few people with words, it will be completely half the effort.

Doing the most things in the simplest way is his life creed. And even if it was only for half a day, Mephistopheles had already figured out the current situation of the human tribe.

It's like a volcano that is about to erupt, just see when it explodes. He didn't need to do anything superfluous, just find a few suitable people in this group of priests, and wait quietly for Prometheus to bring about his own destruction.

When the time comes, humanity that has lost its creator will be corrupted by him from top to bottom.

"So what you need me to do, and what can I be given. Until now, I don't even know who you're talking about as the 'Lord of the Nine Hells'. ”

Not knowing the plan secretly made by the person in front of him, he frowned, and asked in a word.

"And 'faith' is what you call the secret of the god-king? But I didn't feel that power at all. ”

"Of course you can't feel it. You are not a god of nature, you represent a part of the world, and whether humans know you or not, as long as they live in a place that is related to you, they can provide you with some faith. Nor are you the creator of a certain skill, culture, or legend among mankind from which you can draw strength. ”

"If every god can gain faith, then it's not a secret, why do you think the god-king forbids humans to go near the ocean?"

said lightly, Mephistopheles had felt the faith.

After becoming a canonized lord of the Lord of the Nine Hells, he was able to receive blessings from the 'territory' he owned, possessing god-like powers, but as he entered the present world, most of this blessing was cut off.

And the other demons who dwell in his territory will consciously or unconsciously provide him with such a faith. Even if the proportion is small, but there are some.

"Belief or something, it has nothing to do with you now, that's the key to the fight for the truly powerful gods in the future. I can almost foresee that sooner or later, the god-king on Mount Olympus will give humans the ability to reproduce, and then perhaps one day in the future, the gods will divide and turn against each other for this. ”

Looking at Keto, in the previous exchange, Mephistopheles knew the theocracy, the disguised, the false 'beauty' in her hands.

Now, this power may not be useful. But when humans can reproduce, this is a very useful authority.

The first wave of souls, with the folly of the seer, Mephistopheles was already quite sure. Now, in order for himself to perfectly complete the agreement with the Lord of the Nine Prisons, he has to think about how to obtain a steady stream of souls in advance.

The back can't be so straightforward, otherwise neither the gods on Mount Olympus nor the existence in the spirit world will probably let him go.

"As for what needs you to do. Now, in fact, I need the help of this Lady Merca. ”

Looking at the goddess of jealousy on the side, Mephistopheles slowly promised:

"Help me stir up human jealousy, ma'am. Provoke them to envy of eternal life, of the powerful, but not too obviously. ”

"Styx testifies that if you are willing to obey my commands in the next thousand years, then when all is over, your wishes will be granted."

"Especially you."

Mephistopheles looked at Keto, he already knew what the other party really cared about.

"The true nature of the gods cannot be changed under normal circumstances, but nothing is impossible under the reshaping of the power of the world."

"When the time comes, although you only have mastered 'false beauty', it will not affect you at all, and you can 'become' real beauty-"

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Today's Bronze Human Tribe is really lively, and in a short period of time, more than one god has passed here, but this can't really attract Ryan's attention.

He just glanced at it, then continued to sit at the table, waiting for dinner with Lyanna.

God can skip food, but that doesn't mean they can't eat. On the contrary, most of the gods of Kaos would not renounce this act, and Ryan was no exception.

Now, they were on the edge of the human tribe, in the home of a bronze human, watching a small figure busy in front of the fire.

Although his body is not large, he is very skilled in his movements, and he does a lot of similar things at a glance.

"Ender, are you sure you don't want us to help?"

Looking at the busy figure of the eleven or twelve-year-old 'teenager', Ryan said with a smile.

"No need, big brother, I can do it!"

Shaking his head in refusal, the boy did not stop the movement of his hand.

His name is Ender, and he is also a member of the Bronze Humans, but he is the second group of humans to be created by Prometheus from the remaining materials.

Although it was only less than a decade apart, because the Seer wanted to imply that the god-king created women, the bronze humans of this generation were all children. A ten-year-old like Ender is already one of the bigger.

However, unlike the children of later generations, human beings at this time, as creatures of the gods, even if they are far inferior to golden humans, have a body that far exceeds that of mortals in later generations.

Like Ender, he is not a young man, but his strength is not inferior to that of later generations, so he has an independent residence, and like other bronze humans, he can survive on his own.

Before, Ryan was interested and decided to take Lyanna to experience the life of the primitive society, and by the way, he gave a gift that had been prepared a long time ago. So he used witchcraft to blur the perception of him and Lyanna around him, making them think that these were two 'normal bronze human men and women', although there were no women in the human race at this time.

Then, he randomly selected a lucky audience member and decided to stay at his house for a few days.

Unfortunately, the lucky viewer who was chosen at the beginning didn't take advantage of the life-changing opportunity. He didn't know how incredible the gift Ryan was going to give was for mortal things, but he just treated this pair of 'down-and-out' people coldly. Lyanna was angry about this, but Lane didn't plan to deal with the other party, just laughed it off.

After so many years, his mentality has long been different from the past. Just as he could sit back and watch the bronze humans meet their doomed destruction, he could naturally not care about the unconscious offenses of mortals, because Ryan didn't take them to heart from beginning to end.

The bronze human made him find a little familiarity, but only a little.

But after Ryan was rejected, next to the guy who could hardly be said to be lucky or unlucky, Ender took pity on the two big brothers and sisters who 'collapsed in the house', and invited them back to the house.

Then there is the current scene, Ander is trying to prepare dinner, but two 'adults' are sitting at the table, not thinking of doing anything at all.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ryan and Lyanna looked underground. Both of them sensed that at this moment, the owner of the underworld had come beyond the underworld, and was releasing his divine power to show his sense of existence.

Although the power of the gods in the underworld is limited to a certain extent due to the fact that the Lord of Darkness once struck in the turn of the eras, it is far less than the earth and the sea. At this moment, above the symbol of his priesthood, the power displayed by the Hades King is still very strong.

Especially as one of the two core components of the underworld, he is naturally favored by the laws of this subterranean world that is vaguely self-contained.

"It's Hades, he's supposed to be here for the undead."

Looking at Ender's busy figure, Ryan said with a smile.

"It seems that he is not as honest as he used to be, but compared to that stupid brother, he knows how to judge the situation better."

"I'll take care of him if you need it."

In a serious tone, although most of the gods of Olympus did not know that the Hades Moon was considered the 'main gate' of the spirit world in the past, Hades's running to the door was still regarded as a provocation by Lyanna.

Obviously, Lyanna didn't notice what the other party had done to the undead before, after all, the power of faith was really not seen by her.

For Ryan himself, the role of faith is actually very limited, after all, although he is still a little lacking in divine power, it is foreseeable that it will not be long before this deficiency will be filled as the intelligent life in the world becomes more and more prosperous. Therefore, all the beliefs that flowed to him, except for half of them were attributed to the [Civilization Slate], and the remaining half was directly distributed by him to Lyanna.

In comparison, the 10,000 undead really didn't have much of a presence.

"It's not necessary, the undead are more or less your believers, and if Hades can give some good advice, it's not unacceptable."

After thinking about it for a while, and then thinking that Lyanna basically didn't have much experience in making her own decisions, Ryan planned to use this as the other party's experience package.

"Ender, Lyanna is going out to do something, you slow down, let's wait for her together."

Greeting the little guy on the side, and after receiving an affirmative reply, Ryan finally said to Lyanna:

"It's up to you to decide. Promise or refuse, it's all your business. ”

"Whatever choice you make, I'm here to support your decision – but be sure to come back soon, Ender's dinner is not to be missed."

"Yes."

Nodding in response, it was obvious that in the hearts of the two, Hades's matter was not as important as the first meal in the human tribe.

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On the earth, the marriage of the god-king is still going on.

It's just that Zeus's invitations spread to all the gods of Olympus, but only Hades was forgotten.

This is not intentional. In fact, because the underworld has its own realm, there is little contact with the outside world, and there is no earthly gods who like the environment there, and some previous invitations to the gods of the underworld are often rejected, and over time, the gods tend to forget about Hades.

But the Immortal doesn't care.

Standing above the Pastoral of Truth overlooking the earth, the underworld is as desolate and secluded as ever.

The lilac moonlight shone on the gray earth, and countless white bones wandered unconsciously, instinctively absorbing the ownerless magic that escaped from the moonlight.

Among the undead, there are occasionally beings who have awakened their wisdom. But they will soon be found by a few of the gods of the underworld who roam the underworld and taken to the Pastoral of Truth.

Wise spirits of the dead build buildings, build temples, worship the moon of the underworld, and then reluctantly pay homage to the master of the underworld. Hades sees it all, but there's nothing he can do about it.

In fact, Hades discovered the existence of faith a little earlier than his younger brother who ruled Olympus, but it was useless to find out, because the undead were not human.

The undead do not reproduce, and there are very few who have wisdom, and there are only 10,000 of them. On the other hand, the vast majority of their beliefs flow to the Stygian Moon.

"Faith—"

Sighing, Hades was a little helpless.

Unlike humans, undead lifeforms have few external needs. They don't need to eat, they don't need to rest, they don't have enemies here, and the only thing that can make them awe is life and death.

The Stygian Moon gave them life, so they worshipped the Stygian Moon. Theoretically, Hades could threaten them with death by letting them die, but he hesitated.

The gods are still in the stage of exploring faith, and Hades is not sure whether he can gain faith through simple coercion, so after thinking about it, he plans to adopt another method.

He was going to try to establish a hierarchy among the undead, to draw order so that they would learn to obey. He wants to give the undead a path to advancement, and establish a kingdom of the dead in imitation of the divine court of the present world, and he is the king who rules here.

When their testimonies penetrate into every corner of this kingdom of the dead, when they do what they command, then it doesn't matter if they pray to themselves or not.

It's just that the premise of all this is to have a sufficient number of undead, and the only one who can do this is undoubtedly the goddess of the moon who spreads the moonlight.

So Hades sat back and watched everything the undead were doing now, in order to get the attention of the Lord of the Moon. It's a pity that the lonely goddess doesn't seem to care about this power at all, and hasn't paid any attention to it so far.

"Minta, did you say that the goddess of the moon felt faith?"

"There aren't many of them, but they're not few."

With some self-doubt, Hades couldn't help but ask the Nymph behind him.

The Mizusawa fairy, who had been with him for a long time, seemed to have some other thoughts, but he was really not very interested in these things. This kind of one-sided admiration can deepen the efficiency of the other party, and Hades let it go.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I don't know."

Looking respectfully at the Hades with his back to him, Minta knew that he wasn't asking himself.

It's just that he has done so much, gathered all the undead who worship the Stygian Moon, gathered them on the Truth Farm near the Hades Divine Palace, and let them build a rugged temple, but the incarnation of the Stygian Moon didn't seem to see it, and ignored it.

Thinking of this, Minta couldn't help but feel angry at the incompetence of the goddess. Even if she is a powerful god, she should not ignore her master like this.

(End of chapter)