"Knock ......"

"Boom-"

"Knock ————"

In the chaotic time and space, there was no so-called 'portal', but when the forces of the two worlds collided, it seemed to be clearly visible.

Born of the same origin, but also opposed to each other, behind the rejection and mutual attraction. So when the 'gate' of hell was in front of him, Moya rushed away without hesitation.

"Knock ——!"

The dull sound of impact brought blood splashing, but the slight pain only aroused a certain 'ferocity' of Moya.

It's hard to say whether or not she was affected by the chaotic power of the Abyss, but she didn't seem to be a very intelligent deity in the first place, and from the moment she saw her current situation, the Demon Mother's heart was filled with an insatiable desire to destroy.

She wanted to destroy something, whether it was someone else or herself.

"Boom ——!!"

"Click-"

I don't remember the first few impacts, until a certain moment, Moya only felt as if she had broken something, and through some kind of barrier, she came to another place.

The power of the Nine Prisons began to suppress her, but the world was fighting the abyss with all its might, and the world was not able to draw much strength, which was more of a reminder to Moya that she had already come in.

With a shake of her body, the Demon Mother regained some of her senses, and she began to observe her surroundings with her tiny pupils hidden under her indescribable body, and also to sense the breath of the entire hell.

Standing in the sky and looking down, a dim world is constantly flickering with thousands of 'points of light' that are spinning and disappearing, giving this interface a magnificent color. Either sharp or heavy, the whistling sound sounded all the time, like the lame sound of a band, which made Moya feel a little bored.

But that's not the most critical ...... The Demon Mother's gaze looked deeper into time and space.

As the only being currently qualified to carry some of the power of the Abyss, Moya temporarily received a little extra favor from him. Although the conditions of use of this favor are harsh and limited due to her inability to be the 'king' of the abyss, and it only works against Tartarus' enemies, it still makes her aware of the distribution of power in Hell.

Except for the world itself that is fighting against Tartarus, only the middle position has the power to match her at this moment...... As for the rest of the place, there are only a few of them that are a little stronger.

But it doesn't make sense, because there are more abysses. So soon, even if she didn't have too much combat intelligence, Mo Ya still quickly judged the best way to deal with it - she entangled the threatening existence, and then the other demon gods destroyed the world.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the world can really support the struggle between her and the strange being. Without further hesitation, the Demon Mother stretched out and let out a long, piercing cry.

"Ah~~......"

The voice echoed through the hustle and bustle of the tunnel, and also reached beyond this interface, it was Moya calling out to the demon gods born with her.

These sanity-deficient beings can't communicate properly, but luckily Moya doesn't need to talk nonsense with them.

There is only one consciousness in her voice, destroy everything in front of her!

"Bang ——!"

The next moment, without waiting for them to respond, Moya fit again and rushed towards the depths of the world. The first layer of the world was penetrated by her without hindrance, but in the gap between the interface of the ninth layer, a black shadow flashed.

Without reacting, in an instant, Moya was once again knocked under the hustle and bustle of the empty tunnel. Even the power continued, sending her through the stratum until she fell out of the Nine Prisons and crashed into the eight-armed and three-headed giant.

The flesh cracked and healed, only shaking her body, Moya got up again, and at the end of her line of sight, she saw the object who had attacked her.

Rising from nothingness, crawling through time and space, meandering around its long body, a massive serpent's head poking out of the interface. His scarlet eyes were fixed on the demons, and he made no secret of the murderous intent in his eyes.

However, seeing this moment, Moya only let out a sharp laugh, without the slightest anger of being attacked.

"Good, good—"

"Since you don't want to fight me inside, come outside...... No matter where you are, the results that await you are no different! ”

Fighting here is more conducive to her display of strength, as for whether it will cause damage to some levels in the abyss or something, whether it is Moya or Tartarus, they actually don't care very much.

In contrast, those demon gods are more meaningful, they do represent at least some aspect of the authority of the abyss, and if something goes wrong with them, it is not a small matter. So there are no fancy, and the Demon Mother doesn't know any other means, she just rushes towards the other party in the most primitive way just now.

It may seem silly, but it's the most effective way to do it. She didn't need to do anything else, from now on, Mo Ya only needed to make the other party powerless to take care of him.

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The junction of the abyss and hell, the entrance to the first layer of hell.

Unlike the turmoil outside, it's a little quieter. After all, even the demon god who passed through here did not stay for long, but followed the sense in the dark to the depths of the world.

So now, there is only one guy left here who wanted to squat, but accidentally squatted on a bomb.

"Shhh...... Really, it makes me incomprehensible......"

The body shook slightly, and the gray wings on the back hung down. Hypnos's figure hidden at the entrance of the interface seemed to have received some strong impact, and he couldn't react for a while.

Therefore, he almost sat back and watched as the first four demon gods conceived by the Demon Mother entered the noisy tunnel in front of him, without having time to make any response.

"It's a bit of bad luck......"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the sleeping god didn't know what to say. In fact, even if he bumped into an opponent he couldn't beat head-on, it would be somewhat understandable, but what happened just now really made him a little difficult to evaluate.

After all, strictly speaking, he didn't actually do anything, just 'looked' at the huge life that broke through into the Nine Prisons with curiosity. And now, he regrets it so much.

A flashing giant, a strong spiritual impact, this is not a simple inexplicable appearance, but a conceptual definition. Once, in the dreams of the gods, Hypnos had seen the figure of the beautiful god on Mount Olympus more than once, and Aphrodite was indeed as her priesthood. Whoever it is, whether it's male or female, whether you hate her or not, will be attracted to her beauty under the influence of her innate authority.

You can hate her character and question her abilities, but you can admit that she is a being that is pleasing to the eye when you see her—just like the opposite of Moya. At this moment, Hypnos was very sure that this demon mother was most likely endowed with some kind of opposite power by the abyss, and it was likely to be strengthened.

Because in her body, there is also a natural aversion to chaos that order. In short, under all kinds of influences, the figure of the other party seems to have some occult effect, although it does not cause direct damage, it is far more terrifying than the direct one.

Just for a moment's gaze, the god of sleep felt that he would not be able to forget her for the next 10,000 years. He had no doubt now that no one would be willing to communicate with this disgusting thing if he didn't think of a way to hide herself in the future.

Well...... At this time, Hypnos did not know that he was not the first victim. The demon gods with ten thousand eyes and thoughts saw each other in the first moment of God's birth, and then directly destroyed their own eyes. But until it grows a new batch, it still doesn't make sense.

The impact on the mind is of course not affected by the physical body, so its instinctive reaction is only in vain.

"Whew—it's coming."

After a pause, the Sleeping God finally returned his attention to the business.

Four have already been released, and if the last two also have problems, it will be a bit too much to say.

In any case, he is now a 'worker' under the fence, so Hypnos cheered up. Under his gaze, the void shook slightly again, and a dark blue mist seeped out of it.

Just like when it was born, the fog obscured the figure of the comer, hiding the true nature of the demon god and making it difficult for others to see its exact location. And that seemingly beautiful mist contains an extremely terrifying poison, enough to turn anyone who approaches it into dry bones.

This is a power that the world of Kaos does not have, it comes from the source of the power of frost, the first spring in a certain realm.

The original springs, which are on par with the Springs of Ould and Mimir, did not have much effect, and its most distinctive feature was its terrible toxicity. And now this trait has obviously been inherited by the demon god who carries its power, and has become the best barrier around it.

"But it doesn't make sense...... I wasn't going to come near you either. ”

"There's nothing too smart about it, and it couldn't be easier to deal with."

Reaching out and holding it in a void, the dark purple flute fell into his hand, and the accompanying artifact did not leave him because of the fall into hell. Hypnos brought it to his lips, and a melodious melody sounded in the hurricane-howling world.

The violent sound of the wind did not affect its effect, because the music of the sleeping god was not meant to be 'heard' by the 'ears'. His power flowed unhindered into the fog along the tune, and at the same time, gray feathers fell from his wings and floated across the void toward the opposite side.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the blue mist that was originally moving slowly stopped, but the fog around him has become thicker and thicker.

It seems to have some kind of instinct to keep itself safe in its sleep, but Hypnos wasn't going to do anything to it.

His strength is not superior in frontal combat, don't look at the opponent who will be brought down with one move now, but if you really want to fight, even if the first move can hit the opposite side hard, the result is not certain.

Compared to the native beings who have been transformed by hell, Hypnos is not enthusiastic about the power of the Abyssal Demon God. Rather than thinking about whether it can be solved once and for all, it makes more sense to control one more.

"Hmm...... Cleos yes, you're immortal anyway, so if you fight two more, you can fight two more. ”

"Isn't that the case when you're on the ground, even in the starry sky, it seems that you've always taken on the role of a sandbag."

After looking at the void surging again, a shadow came out of it, and Hypnos thought silently.

He had seen that scene from the dreams of a few star gods, the Weather Titan who was beaten by the ancient sun god - it was the nightmare of many star gods. After all, they still remember how many of their kind were destroyed during that time, and it was pure luck that they were able to survive to this day.

So it is conceivable that Cleos is very experienced in this regard.

"Shadows...... It makes no difference. ”

Blowing the flute again, and calmly fixing the last demon god in place, Hypnos relaxed, and even had time to observe this unusual fellow.

Not only is it different in appearance, but the sleeping god even sensed that it was a little more sane than the previous ones - of course, it didn't make any sense.

Being smart or stupid doesn't affect being swayed by his power. And as long as you fall into a deep sleep, it is not so easy to wake up again.

"Good luck guy."

After observing for a moment, Hypnos didn't think much more.

Even if he falls into hell, the god of sleep is still the appearance of that young man, and appearing in such an environment with such an appearance will inevitably have a bit of a dark fairy tale feeling.

Turning around, he looked deeper into the interface, inside the noisy empty tunnel, the battle was also about to start, after all, the demon gods who entered were unceremoniously destroying this world, and the master here obviously could not tolerate such behavior.

While their power is not enough to destroy the space-time itself that hosts the world, they are not here for it. When they remove the life of this plane, occupy the center of this level, and then infect the sky and the earth with their own power, this place will gradually be marked with the mark of the abyss.

When this mark is completed, Tartarus will be able to use it as an anchor to accurately project more power, instead of playing a game of hide and seek with the Nine Hells on a temporal and spatial level.

Eating away little by little, and finally deciding the winner when the overall situation is decided, this is the process of the battle between hell and the abyss. Just as Kaos spent a long time consuming the rebellion of the world of Hermenu, the collision between worlds could not be solved overnight.

"Devouring each other......"

"It's so raw and beautiful."

Sitting in the void, the feathers on his back are still falling and reborn, Hypnos commented lightly.

Although others are here, there is no empathy for the innate evil gods. So now, he's just done his most basic task, and then he's just waiting here, watching this windy world burn little by little.

(End of chapter)