Chapter 192: Distorted Eyes
The nine kingdoms are suspended on the World Tree, but they are not disconnected from each other. Just like the famous Rainbow Bridge connects Asgard and Midgard, the Iffinger River is the boundary between the Aesir and the Giant Kingdom of Jotunheim.
In addition, there is a connection between Jotunheim and Midgard, a terrifying iron forest that separates the giant kingdom from the human world. Only a few mountain giants often travel between the two.
But just like Ryan failed to see the Rainbow Bridge in Asgard, perhaps it has collapsed due to the destruction of the world. And the unfrozen river Ifingol is now only a dry riverbed.
One side of it is still connected to Jotunheim, and the other side is the endless void. It is with the help of this old connection that Ryan stepped directly into here.
Standing on the edge of this broken world, he could even observe the collision between the fragments of the world and Chaos's power, and it was obvious that the resistance of this world was already very weak.
"What's this?"
While rushing towards the extremely conspicuous roots of the World Tree, Ryan discovered some interesting things on the land of Jotunheim.
Unlike Asgard's man-made objects, the giants of Jotunheim still maintained a primitive life. Therefore, from their scattered remains of civilization, Llane did not find anything useful except these in his hand.
A stone crystal that looks somewhat like a large heart. It contains an extremely condensed aura of earth elements and a bit of divine power.
It was buried in the ground, like a grave, but the energy it emitted was very conspicuous, so Ryan easily discovered its existence.
"This is the heart of a stone giant, a creation between elements and matter. It can be used as a sacrifice, a prop for casting a spell, or for other purposes."
"As a former giant, I don't know much about this. After all, these are the corpses of our own kind. The Aesir of Asgard regard them as decorations and honors to represent their military strength. Only the gods of Vanaheim are an exception."
Although he was killed by the Vanir, Mimir still had high praise for them. His head was able to remain alive after being sent back to Asgard thanks to a mysterious spell.
"They mastered secret rituals and spells that would amaze even Odin, and even Thor was powerless. Mjolnir is truly unrivaled in his power, but his master knows nothing of these exquisite techniques."
"In Vanaheim, this heart was made into a powerful puppet by them, and it became famous in the war with Asgard. But I am not sure how they did it. Just like Odin has never been able to learn the spell of 'immortality', many secret arts of Vanaheim are not spread to the outside world."
Ryan nodded, understanding.
Puppet technology sounds good, but that's not what he wants. After all, what he is best at is creating life rather than sophisticated structures. If Ryan also tries to make a puppet, he probably can't compare with the knowledge accumulated by others for tens of thousands of years.
He had no memories of later generations to refer to for these special spells and alchemical techniques.
"I see. So, these are the hearts of the frost giant and the fire giant?"
After flying for a while, Ryan found that special heart cores like this one, which were rich in elements and divinity, were not uncommon here, and he soon found two more.
However, the remains of fire giants are particularly rare, perhaps because in mythological records, they mainly live in Muspelheim, the Kingdom of Fire, and worship Surtur as their leader.
"Yes, it seems that you are very interested in them. Maybe I can take you to the place where the giants buried themselves later."
"Most of what you find here are heart cores that were scattered around for various reasons. Not only are there few of them, but there are basically no remnants of powerful giants who died."
Mimir suggested that there was no shame in bringing outsiders to the cemetery of one's own people.
"That's great. After we deal with the problem of the World Tree's roots, we will go to the place you mentioned."
After putting away the heart core, Ryan had one more goal on the road. Without deliberately taking a detour, he collected all the special crystals he could sense.
Unfortunately, in the realm of elements, frost giants can symbolize water, mountain giants and fire giants can symbolize earth and fire respectively, but there are few giants that symbolize wind in Scandinavian mythology. It has to be said that this is also a big flaw.
Flying quickly across the sky, an unknown amount of time had passed. Under Mimir's guidance, Ryan successfully found the target of this trip just below the main root of Yggdrasil.
However, just like the Well of Urd in Asgard, under the flourishing roots of the World Tree, the famous Well of Wisdom was not spared either, and it even "died" more thoroughly.
On the barren and dry ground, the grass and trees have died. A slight breeze blew, and the dust splashed up made the sky even darker. A few thin dead trees trembled in the wind, unable to bear the shivers. The originally holy spring pool has become a dark pit, muddy and silted, and there is no bright water anymore.
A section of Yggdrasil's roots hangs over the spring pool, with bloodstains scattered on it. Perhaps in the distant past, Odin sacrificed himself here.
After arriving here and carefully sensing the surroundings, Ryan couldn't even find the seeds left by the spring. There was only an uncomfortable smell floating in the surrounding air.
"Sir Ryan, the Fountain of Wisdom is spiritual. Perhaps in the previous disaster, it instinctively attached itself to something nearby and restrained its own aura."
On the side, Mimir's huge head reminded.
"Maybe it's burrowed into this root system, or maybe it's integrated into the deep earth, and you might have to look for it to find it."
"You're right. In fact, I've already found it."
Ryan looked at the desolate and dilapidated land under his feet, and he could not tell whether he was happy or angry. Below the pit, there was a strange aura that was obviously different from the surroundings.
It was somewhat similar to the traces left in the Golden Palace, but also very different. Not surprisingly, it was the eye of Odin's sacrifice that Mimir had mentioned before. So Ryan stretched out his hand and gently waved at the pit.
The next moment, the mud rolled, and a white pupil slowly floated up from it, flying towards Ryan's palm. However, just as it was about to fall into his hand, something strange happened.
The dark pupils were originally scattered and lifeless, but in an instant they became concentrated and crazy. Countless strange voices echoed in the surrounding space, and shadows rolled out from the shadows behind Ryan and entangled him.
"careful!"
Mimir saw this and hurriedly reminded him that he had not expected this to happen.
He was just a head, and without all his extraordinary powers, it was impossible for him to leave here alone. And this Eye of Odin, which had gained self-awareness at some point, was obviously not an easy person to talk to.
"It's okay. Its essence is high, but its power is too scattered."
Faced with the sudden change, Ryan was not panicked. For him, it was not difficult to judge whether a being was conscious or not. Although the consciousness of the Eye of Odin in front of him, which had undergone a strange change, was extremely chaotic and evil, it was undoubtedly conscious.
The tentacles transformed from shadows penetrated Ryan's body from behind, but there was no sound of piercing objects. Behind the eyeball, another Ryan appeared quietly.
He didn't even look at the Eye of Odin that was constantly emitting filthy mental fluctuations, but grabbed the air fiercely.
"laugh--"
The next moment, the eyeball in the distance shattered instantly. It turned out that it was just an illusion. The real Eye of Odin was held directly in Ryan's hand. Because it was imprisoned, it struggled wildly and jumped. A strong ray shot out from its pupil, but it had no effect on Ryan's palm.
Around it, blood vessels have extended out, as if trying to penetrate into the body of the god in front of it and suck his flesh and blood, but this also failed and was easily blocked by the faint light on the surface of the palm.
But watching all this, Ryan's expression became serious. He could feel the terrible power hidden in this little thing.
It just hasn't been able to completely integrate everything into one. It's a bit like when Ryan first opened up the spiritual world in his early years. He gained a lot of power in a short period of time, but he hasn't digested these things completely. Otherwise, Ryan asked himself, it might not be so easy for him to defeat the other party.
"what do you?"
Ryan turned the eyeball in his hand over and pointed its pupil at him, and asked slowly. In any case, it should be conscious, and if it is conscious, it can communicate.
However, the result disappointed him. In his spiritual perception, the Eye of Odin's mind was still chaotic and violent. It had its own simple logic, but this logic obviously did not include communicating with the existence that it regarded as food.
Around Ryan, the shadows transformed into various kinds of life, rushing towards him fearlessly, and then turned into ashes the moment they approached him.
Even if it was just one eye, the power it displayed at this moment was extraordinary. If it was not in this world where the root collapsed, but in the Chaos world, Ryan had no doubt that it could pollute millions of miles of land in an instant, and the rays in its pupils could also shoot down stars.
Of course, that was before the laws of the modern world came into being. However, whether such a twisted life would care about the laws is still a question.
"Do you know what this is about?"
After observing for a while but still having no clue, Ryan looked at Mimir beside him.
At this moment, this strange eye was still emitting various rays from its pupil, but only the spiritual ones were the most powerful.
That chaotic and crazy mental will reminded Ryan of Hyperion, the sun god whom he turned into a ladder to godhood.
".The final source of the Fountain of Wisdom seems to have merged with the eye that Odin sacrificed, and it has gained endless knowledge and a hazy consciousness, but this will never make it like this, because the knowledge obtained from the spring is orderly."
Looking at the Eye of Odin in Lion's hand, Mimir was not very clear about it.
"Perhaps this is related to the destruction of the world, Lord Ryan. This is the only thing I can see."
He said a lot, but it was all nonsense. Ryan could see what Mimir knew.
The Fountain of Wisdom probably has no chance of being reborn in the spiritual world, because it has now completely merged with the mutated Eye of Odin, and is also mixed with other powers.
The spring water brought knowledge, the eyeball that was originally sacrificed for its owner brought sacrifice, burden and shadow, the last power of the roots of the world tree Yggdrasil brought life, and the external power distorted them all together in the end.
Knowledge thus turned into madness, sacrifice turned into killing, burden of alienation turned into corruption, and shadow combined with life, one was activated, and the other contained curse and pollution.
Moreover, as a creation of the Nine Realms, although it does not have an immortal essence like Chaos's innate spirit, the mixed power is extremely terrifying. It is suspected to be related to the death of the world, and therefore has obtained a similar status.
Immortality is the most basic characteristic of this level. The immortal nature of the gods is a gift from the complete world, which makes Ryan helpless against it.
"It needs to be divided."
Whispering to himself, Ryan realized that it would be difficult for him to use this power directly, and he needed to use some other methods to deal with it. And most importantly, he did not intend to let the power in this eyeball continue to merge.
It is better to separate such a dangerous thing. If it is allowed to completely integrate everything, it is likely to become a special existence that is a little higher than the powerful god. At that time, if we want to suppress and use it, we don't know how much energy we will have to spend.
After making the decision, Ryan's hands immediately turned black and white. The essence of [Reincarnation] is never the combination of [Life] and [Death], but the transformation and cycle between the two.
At this moment, under his control, the black and white colors connected end to end, slowly leaving a mark on the Eye of Odin. From then on, it would continuously extract the power of its host and turn it into a force to block it.
This seal was very crude, but it was enough to temporarily seal the awakened eye. As for a more sophisticated seal, Ryan himself didn't know how to do it.
"Next, it's time to cut down the trees."
He sighed. Undoubtedly, in front of Ryan, the roots of the second world tree had no vitality at all. Everything left of it was absorbed by the Eye of Odin.
Therefore, Ryan had no choice but to cut down the broken roots as he did before, and then put them all away. After all, even if it had lost its vitality, it was still a rare treasure in the world.
"It seems that Yggdrasil is completely dead. Compared to these two places, it is impossible for Niflheim's roots to have any life."
Seeing this scene, Mimir also sighed. Compared with the two interfaces explored by Ryan, the main root of the Mist Country has been eaten by the poisonous dragon Nidhogg. Even if there is no collapse of the nine kingdoms, it is destined to be destroyed, not to mention now.
"Maybe, but I'll go take a look anyway."
"And maybe it's a good thing that it really died."
Soon, Ryan gathered the roots.
"Time is running out. The progress of Chaos's erosion of the nine realms should be almost the same. Unfortunately, I originally wanted to go to Vanaheim to see the top magic skills of the nine realms, but now it seems that I will not have this opportunity for the time being."
Ryan's tone did not have much regret. After all, the nine kingdoms and smaller fragments were eroded and swallowed by Chaos, not directly destroyed. If you can't see it now, you will have a chance to see it sooner or later.
"Where is the cemetery you mentioned? Is there anything else of value in Jotunheim?"
"Of course, please follow me. In fact, in addition to the burial place of the powerful giants, the place where Bergelmir, the ancestor of the frost giants, lived should also have something worthy of attention."
Mimir immediately showed Ryan the way.
For tens of thousands of years, he had stayed alone in the dead and silent Golden Palace, and knew nothing about the changes in the outside world. But now it seemed that there were probably no living things in the Nine Realms.
Now the only thing he wanted to do was to leave this place of the dead and go to the world where the outsiders lived.
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"Tear——"
There is no medium to conduct sound in the dark void, but the tearing sound can be clearly heard.
A scratch appeared on the dark blue fragment, and Ryan took a step forward.
"Is this the world where Lord Ryan is? Is this the beginning of creation?"
Having just finished exploring two areas, Mimir was floating beside Ryan. He looked at the quiet void and felt a little surprised.
Before, Llane entered Jotunheim directly from Asgard, because the two were connected before they separated, but if he wanted to enter the Land of Mist, he had to transfer in the void.
Therefore, Mimir just found out where the fragments of his country had come to. He thought that there was a complete world full of vitality outside the fragments, but he did not expect this scene.
"No, this is outside the world. The real Chaos is no worse than the Nine Kingdoms, and is even much bigger."
Responding casually, Ryan glanced around.
The scattered fragments have disappeared, and only the main bodies of the nine kingdoms are still holding on. However, the chains formed by Chaos's rules have become more dense, and I'm afraid that the remaining ones will not be able to hold on for long.
He focused on Svartalfheim, which was the place Erebus had entered before and the home of the dark elves and dwarves (gnomes). They were good at forging and had a unique spell system. However, Ryan found that even through a barrier, he could notice that there seemed to be an empty space there.
Obviously, unlike Ryan who had a purpose, the Dark Lord directly adopted the simplest and most brutal solution - he probably just "uprooted" the places that looked valuable.
But this also made him a lot slower than Ryan. If nothing unexpected happened, he should have just left here, and his second goal
"repeated?"
Looking at the foggy country Niflheim, which had obviously been entered by someone, Ryan did not feel any sense of urgency about someone else entering first.
If he really came for treasures in the first two realms, then the last one is not the case. In later myths, it was because Nidhogg bit off the roots of the world tree that brought about the Ragnarok. Now the "Twilight" of the Nine Realms is even more terrifying. What kind of changes will happen here?
"World Tree"
Feeling the presence of Odin's Eye in his sleeve, Ryan cut through the boundary wall and stepped into the country of fog.
No matter what it was, he had to see it. Moreover, this time, someone got there before him.
So the next moment, when Ryan stepped onto the land of Niflheim, what came into his eyes was the sky full of black and red.
Chapter 193 Mother Tree and Dragon
Huh——
A sweet wind blew over Niflheim, and a light red mist enveloped the world. When Ryan crossed the boundary wall and looked at everything in front of him, he thought for a moment that he had come to the wrong place.
The original Land of Mist was cold and bleak. As one of the countries that existed before the birth of the World Tree, it was the other side of the ice and fire of Muspelheim, and was shrouded in thick fog all year round.
Snow and ice covered the land of Niflheim. There was no light, no temperature, only the Well of Hvergelmir, the first spring in the world, flowing.
This place was originally a restricted zone for life, with only an ethnic group called the 'Nibelungens' living here. But now, no one knows where the original residents have gone. In front of Ryan, everything seems so 'vibrant'.
Colorful plants bloomed on the land, swaying in the wind. Animals and birds shuttled through the forest, drinking from the river beside the road. If it weren't for the black and red colors interweaving in the sky, Ryan would have thought he had come to the Chaos world in the Second Age, where all living things lived on the land, without natural disasters or monsters.
"It looks so harmonious, but it's all an illusion."
Although the scene in front of him was so real, Ryan was not deceived. From a spiritual perspective, this seemingly normal scene was not normal at all. All the existences in front of him, including animals and plants, were indeed living things, but they were only their bodies. However, the consciousness of these lives was so similar and unified.
Or to be more precise, they do not have their own independent thinking, but have become part of another pan-consciousness.
And their main consciousness,
Ryan, raised his head. In the center of Niflheim, a giant tree connecting heaven and earth stretched out its scarlet branches, swaying gracefully in the breeze.
"boom--"
"Ryan, what are you still looking at?"
There was a rumbling sound in the sky, followed by the voice of Erebus. Obviously, he had noticed the scratches on the interface and discovered Ryan's existence.
The source of the sound was on the giant tree, where a slender branch cut through the space and went straight into the dark sky in the distance.
It was called a 'tree', but in fact it was more like a living creature in the shape of a tree. In the middle of the earth, surrounded by countless lives, Ryan saw the source of everything.
It was not just a piece of root, but a complete, real giant tree. Its roots penetrated the earth, its trunk supported the sky, and its six huge branches danced in the wind, looking magnificent and perfect.
Each of its branches and veins seemed to be divided according to the golden ratio, showing a natural beauty that attracted all the creatures who saw it. However, there was an obvious penetrating wound on its trunk that destroyed the overall structure.
This is why he is said to be a 'living being'. A substance like flesh and blood kept pouring out of the wound, trying to fill the gap, but the effect was extremely limited. In addition, a liquid like blood kept flowing out of the wound. It fell into the roots of the tree, flowed into a poisonous spring, and then flowed through the entire territory of the Land of Mist along twelve rivers.
At this moment, Ryan felt the desire and fear of the Eye of Odin in his sleeve, which came from the essence of the world tree and the external high-level power it absorbed. They might have originally had the same origin, but now, the two have become two independent existences.
"I knew that the death of a world would not produce anything good!"
Ryan's face became serious, because along with Erebus's call, the huge and bright tree seemed to have noticed another outsider. Although He had no eyes, at this moment, He still "looked" at where Ryan was.
As the tree looked at him, birds, beasts, fish, and all the life around Ryan, even the water in the river and the fog in the sky, the whole world was looking at him. This scene was enough to make mortals lose their minds, and even ordinary gods felt speechless fear, but Ryan was unmoved.
In the spirit world, he can do similar things.
"This style of painting has nothing to do with classical mythology. Compared to it, my spiritual world seems like a pure land."
With a sneer, Ryan's robe shook, and a little black light swept across a radius of 100 miles in a ring, and everything it touched turned into dust in an instant. But at the same time, a special force from the subject of "watching" in the dark ignored the space and acted directly on Ryan's body.
His flesh and blood, which were full of divinity, pulsed for a moment, but returned to calm in an instant.
This is the power of [Life] on the material side, but the way it manifests is not normal. Obviously, no matter what changes have taken place now, the predecessor of this "tree" is the body of the world tree Yggdrasil after all, so He undoubtedly possesses extremely terrifying power in the field of [Life]. However, He is facing another god who controls both [Life] and [Death].
In the case of overlapping powers and no absolute difference in strength, "His" invisible influence on Ryan was naturally ineffective. Of course, correspondingly, it was difficult for life and death to cause damage to the giant tree in turn.
Buzz——
As if sensing that his attack had been wiped out, another invisible thought swept across the world. Ryan felt as if he heard someone talking, first one or two, then hundreds of thousands, and finally billions. This was not an illusion, but a real call from all the dead lives in Niflheim.
That was a different kind of [Death]. Ryan suddenly discovered that this being entrenched in the remains of the Nine Realms was surprisingly compatible with him in terms of power, but the paths they took were completely different.
The life and death of this "tree" represents the fall of the spirit and the eternal life of the flesh and blood.
With one step forward, Ryan's figure disappeared from the spot, but the power of the void did not affect the spread of that thought at all. It directly hit Ryan's spirit body, and those dead beings told about their past insignificance and their current "greatness" in their calls. They spoke truths rich in the essence of life, and then "invited" Ryan to become a part of them.
Then, naturally, this spiritual shock was easily smoothed out, purified, and decomposed in front of the spiritual master, and then the information contained therein was obtained.
"What a hassle."
His expression remained unchanged, and after a few brief exchanges with the giant tree, Ryan finally looked in the direction of the Dark Lord.
"You don't look well, Erebus."
The attack of the 'Tree' on him just now was just a test, and the other outsider who came in earlier was his real target.
Just as Ryan had seen when he entered the Land of Mist, the boundless darkness occupied one third of Niflheim, swallowing up everything that approached like a huge black hole. But Ryan could notice that this huge dark area was constantly retreating.
Four thick branches passed through half of the interface, from the center of the world straight into the black curtain, stirring constantly in it. The red mist containing the breath of life continuously poured into the dark realm, allowing the other party to swallow itself. But Ryan could notice that as time passed, a little activity gradually grew in the darkness.
If the stalemate continues, it is obvious who will win.
"Come with me to deal with it, or I will just leave here. Although this monster is scary, you don't think it can really do anything to me, do you?"
In the distance, Erebus' voice came again. Although he was at a disadvantage, he still sounded calm. In fact, except for being tricked by the scarlet giant tree at the beginning when he was unfamiliar with it, he did not suffer any direct damage.
But in the darkness, Erebus looked at his left hand, which seemed to have given birth to his own will, and his expression was still a little gloomy.
This change seemed irreversible, at least for a being without relevant authority. Of course, he could simply cut off the hand and replace it with a new one, but this would have to wait until he returned to Chaos, and this itself made him feel disgusted.
This was the first time that Erebus had a direct dislike for a being. It had nothing to do with interests. He simply wanted to destroy Him.
"Then just leave. He really can't do anything to you, but I don't think we can do anything to Him either."
"You should have realized His true nature. Do you really think you can deal with Him?"
Standing in the air, looking at this twisted and "beautiful" giant tree, Ryan felt more and more frightened.
Based on past experience and the scattered information previously analyzed from mental pollution, Ryan already knew the origin of the giant tree in front of him.
The Nine Realms are dead. This is the result in front of us. What caused the Ragnarok, which originally only killed gods, to evolve to this point is still unknown. But just like when a powerful god dies, other gods or creatures can often be born from his body, when a world dies, it will also give birth to some terrible existences.
A small amount of it escaped and landed on natural wonders like the Eye of Odin. If nothing unexpected happened, there might be similar things in other realms that Ryan had not visited. However, the main body of the remnants of the dead world attached themselves to the collapsed trunk of the World Tree and finally landed here.
Yggdrasil, in the original mythology, its collapse was just the beginning of Ragnarok, but here, it was destroyed at the same moment as the nine kingdoms. Therefore, its remains had a special symbol and became the carrier of the regrets of the nine realms after death. The scarlet giant tree in front of us was the product of the combination of the two.
The world's instinctive desire for continuation brought the World Tree back to life, albeit in a different way. At this moment, the giant tree was like some kind of alternative primitive god. As for why it seemed different from normal gods, it was not surprising. It was not because of any external creation that affected them, but because the world was like this. It had both order and chaos.
When the world is complete and healthy, order tends to prevail, as is the case with Chaos's world; but when the world is about to be destroyed, chaos will prevail, and eventually everything will become disordered, as is the case with the giant tree in front of us.
He was born with the 'death' of the Nine Realms and Yggdrasil, as well as their instinctive desire for 'life'. However, the way he pursued 'life' was obviously not accepted by normal life.
He tried to assimilate everything into a part of himself, and then use this to continue his existence forever. He inherited the world's "tolerance", so he would not destroy any life, but would merge with them, just like his current consciousness - it was composed of the instincts of the Nine Realms, the hazy thinking of the World Tree, and all the life in Niflheim. That's why Ryan called him "Him".
But at this moment, Ryan looked at the crystal branches that cut through the space and stretched out towards him, and couldn't help but secretly give the other party a nickname.
[Ancient Hatred·Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood], this is undoubtedly a very appropriate name.
In this interface that had been assimilated by the other party over tens of thousands of years, he no longer expected to find anything valuable.
Continue to test the ability of the mother tree, and then wait for the Chaos world to transform and seal it. After all, this kind of life can never be tolerated by the world.
...
Just as Ryan stepped into the Kingdom of Mist, at the edge of Niflheim, in a huge glacier over ten thousand meters high, a huge black shadow moved again.
The roots of the World Tree in the Land of Mist were originally rooted in the Spring of Hvergelmir. The water flowing from this first spring in the world is not only rich in toxins, but also icy cold.
It flows in the equally cold land of fog, and then forms glaciers of various sizes. In the largest of them, a huge black shadow is curled up.
He had already awakened from his slumber when the first visitor from outside the world appeared. Now with the appearance of the second one, he became more determined.
Since the day the world was destroyed, after witnessing the birth of the giant tree and the death of the gods, this shadow has been sealing himself in the glacier, waiting for a turning point. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and he was close to giving up, but he didn't expect that a turning point would finally come.
But his life had also come to an end. Although he was a god-like existence in the Nine Kingdoms, the gods in this world were not eternal.
He is Nidhogg, the black dragon that symbolizes despair, but now, he is the only one who truly feels despair.
"The gods from outside the realm, they came too late"
It's not because of aging. Although the gods in this world do grow old, tens of thousands of years are not enough for Nidhogg to reach the end of his life.
However, there was a huge wound on his body, which was constantly consuming his remaining life. Moreover, the black dragon, who was cruel by nature, had no intention of handing himself over to other creatures.
"But I won't stop there."
The ferocious mouth opened, as if it was smiling, but it only looked terrifying. Nidhogg looked in front of him, where there were thousands of eggs of different sizes.
Although he was in this situation today, it was mostly due to the giant tree, but Nidhogg was now somewhat grateful to it. At least from the unconscious spiritual fluctuations emitted by the other party, in addition to the temptation that made him want to throw himself into the other party's arms, it also contained a lot of knowledge related to life. In the past tens of thousands of years, Nidhogg has learned another way to prolong his existence.
To the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood, any existence assimilated by Her is a part of Her life. Without the corresponding authority, Nidhogg cannot do this, but he can simplify it slightly and accomplish it in his own way.
So he used his own bones and blood to create the dragon eggs in front of him. These newly born dragon eggs had no attributes or preferences, and they would change with the new environment they came into contact with. This ensured that no matter what the environment of the unknown new world was, these created lives would become the top of the food chain.
As their creators, when this new race continues in another world, they can become Nidhogg's anchor and awaken his lost consciousness. As for how long this will take, that is unknown.
"You will be born strong and live long, but the price is that it will be difficult to reproduce. However, this is a necessary sacrifice. After all, survival is the top priority. Compared with weaker tribes, it is easier for the strong to continue."
At the core of the glacier, Nidhogg spread his wings. The huge black dragon began to break apart, his flesh and bones falling to the ground and merging into each dragon egg.
Among them, the ones closest to him gained the most power, and their aura was also the most powerful.
"You come from me, and you will also make me."
In the end, only the illusory shadow of Nidhogg was left in the air. Looking at all this, he summoned up his last bit of strength and released a breath of air outside the glacier, attracting the attention of the two outsiders.
"One day, when I return to the earth, I will no longer bear the innate mission of destruction, but will become the master of the new world with my own will."
The next moment, when the shadows faded and the glaciers shattered, the aura released here instantly attracted the only three lives in this world. The three wills swept through the area full of dragon eggs one after another. They noticed the peculiarity of this place, and then reached out to this side at the same time.
However, at this moment, a crack appeared in the sky, and the sound of the laws echoed between the interfaces.
Zheng——
"Is this the completion of Chaos's erosion of the nine kingdoms?"
First, he and Erebus tacitly blocked the branches extending from the mother tree. Ryan had just collected a few huge dragon eggs, but a sudden change made him stop his actions.
The barrier between Niflheim and the void was broken, and Chaos's law replaced everything else. But this also meant that this short struggle was over.
At this moment, endless chains of laws poured in from the outside world, binding everything together and replacing the original rules. Ryan's [Secret] on his black clothes took effect, and all his existence disappeared from this world; at the same time, on the other side, the darkness that originally occupied one-third of the world had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a pitted ground that looked like it had been dug three feet deep.
Only the giant scarlet tree with chaotic thoughts still showed its presence, and then it was targeted by countless chains of laws and tied up layer by layer.
He is still struggling and fighting, but the result is foreseeable.
After a brief gaze, Ryan disappeared from the spot and then appeared in the void outside the boundary.
He could see that the fragments of the nine kingdoms had lost all resistance, and the chain of order was dragging them towards the distant world.
The black mist gathered around him and transformed into a familiar figure, but for some reason, a ball of mist was still wrapped around Erebus' left hand.
"What did you find, a head?"
The barrier of the Nine Realms has been opened, and now the situation inside is visible. The Lord of Darkness can easily find that the interface that Ryan visited before looks very complete.
Coupled with the huge human head floating nearby, it is not difficult to guess that Ryan was lucky enough to meet an indigenous person with whom he could communicate, and then learned a lot of more accurate information from him.
"Yes, a useless head, but at least it knows something."
Looking at the interface moving in the void, Ryan dealt with the Lord of Darkness casually.
It was a short adventure, and it seemed that a lot had been gained, but there were even more unknowns. However, the remaining matters would have to be resolved in the world of Chaos.
With so many strange things, I wonder what the heroic epics in future myths will look like.
Whether, under the guidance of the gods, they will fight against the resurrected ancient evil, thwart the conspiracy of the foreign evil gods to destroy the city-state, or destroy the secret cult hidden under the kingdom, it is unknown.
But those are all mortal matters. What really gives Ryan a headache is the huge mother tree of flesh and blood.
"There's nothing to see here. I just hope that the world, which has never done anything good, can be of some use this time."
Having said that, but looking at the giant tree that was still struggling to resist, Ryan didn't hold out any hope.
Chapter 194 [Suffering]
"You took more than one of those eggs of life, right?"
The power of [Darkness] may be rare in the world in terms of hiding, but it cannot compare with [Space] in terms of stealing things, so before in the Country of Mist, Erebus was half a beat slow in the end.
This would not have mattered in itself, it was just that Ryan took more and he took less, but because Chaos's invasion of the nine kingdoms was suddenly completed, both of them hurriedly stopped.
In this situation, although Ryan didn't get much, Erebus only had time to take one from the very edge.
"Are you interested in this kind of 'thing'? I thought you didn't take such weak lives seriously."
Taking his eyes off the crystal branches of the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood, Ryan's mind scanned his harvest.
Two of them looked quite powerful, and a dozen of them were average. Of course, as the first dragons, no matter how average they were, they were still truly extraordinary beings.
Perhaps the bloodline of their descendants will gradually become dormant and become stable after being passed down for several generations, but this batch of dragon eggs, which can perhaps be called [Ancestral Dragons], do possess a powerful nature. As long as they reach adulthood, they can easily become legendary beings. Even as they grow older, they can continue to tap the potential in their bloodline and become even more powerful, possessing near-godlike powers after a long time.
As for the two that were obviously much stronger, they could probably directly touch the realm of God. However, how strong they would become in the future would depend on where they grew.
They are affected by their living environment, and their attributes and talents will be biased. Those that fall into Ryan's hands are undoubtedly the lucky ones.
As for the dragon eggs that remain in Niflheim, they will probably be randomly released into the world. After all, that country has been assimilated by the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood], and the place where the dragon eggs are located is one of the few places that has not been affected.
"Life from another world is more or less worth studying, not to mention it's alive. If it can multiply into a population, that would be a good thing. Aren't you always interested in these mortal creatures?"
Frowning, looking at the lonely dragon egg he had obtained, Erebus felt a bit of a headache.
He planned to use something to exchange for another one from Ryan, but after thinking carefully, it seemed that he had nothing to exchange.
Either the value was too high and he felt it was not worth paying for a dragon egg. Or, without even asking, he knew Ryan was definitely not interested.
"Then you can study it yourself. I won't bother you. I believe you will gain something."
With a faint smile, Ryan reached out and picked up Mimir, who had suddenly become mute since he met Erebus, and turned to walk back the way he came.
Just like the other party thought, Ryan didn't want anything. After all, things like [Darkness] Source Power were obviously not tradable items.
It should still be in time. He wanted to see where the Nine Realms would be integrated into Chaos' world. After all, except for the initial movement of the Nine Realms, they would be observed. Later, they would be enveloped by the power of the world and begin a long digestion process.
Behind him, the Lord of Darkness looked at Ryan's receding back and disappeared without a trace without saying anything.
He was planning to exchange another one from Ryan, but it didn't matter if he didn't have one. The gods of Chaos never lacked gods who could give birth to offspring on their own, it just consumed more power.
As for why he suddenly became interested in these weak lives that he had originally disdained, it was because Erebus had found traces of a large number of intelligent lives in the dark kingdom of Svartalfheim. Although they were basically dead, many of the books they left behind still existed.
Even with just a quick glance, Erebus was surprised to find that this world not only had gods, but also humans.
It is not surprising that there are gods in other worlds, but the existence of humans seems very abrupt.
Moreover, from some records found, unlike the weak humans, the native inhabitants of the Dark Kingdom, those called "Dark Elves" and "Dwarves", originated from the corpse of the original giant Yunior, the first life in this world, born from the interweaving of ice and fire. They are more powerful than humans and have a longer origin, but in the end, only humans live in the center of the Nine Realms, Midgard.
In different worlds, only humans and gods are so similar. This made him suddenly realize that in the past, Ryan seemed to have always paid much attention to these intelligent lives.
There is also the energy called "faith", which Erebus had actually discovered a long time ago. However, it might be of some significance to Gaia, who had suffered repeated blows, and could make up for her losses to a certain extent. It might also be of some significance to the God-King recognized by the world, and could allow him to be superior to other gods. However, it could not help the original God to become completely great, so the Lord of Darkness had always turned a blind eye to it.
But now, he noticed from the classics of the dark elves that the war between the two great races of gods in this world seemed to have some vague relationship with faith.
One of the sources of their conflict was the dispute over who was more worthy of being respected by mortals.
For these reasons, Erebus finally made a secret decision. He planned to create his own race, whether it was useful or not, since he had nothing else to do anyway.
And the most important thing is that he seems to have some idea about how to remove the traces of the present world from himself and return to the original state.
"Come to think of it, this is the inspiration you gave me."
Stroking the only dragon egg he had managed to snatch, Erebus cut off his left hand.
This hand was infected by the power of the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood, and it was perfect for shaping a Dragon Mother. Of course, he had to first erase the consciousness born in it, so as not to make wedding clothes for others.
"And that guy who I didn't take seriously. Jiuyu?"
Although the other party was strictly speaking his junior, he had become his predecessor on the road to opening up the world, so Erebus would naturally pay attention to his actions.
The other party seems to have created a life called "Devil", so the Lord of Darkness will naturally not lag behind.
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Clatter——
The water of the Ring River continued to flow, and the cut-off river channel did not affect the overall flow. It didn't take long for Ryan to return to the edge of Chaos.
Familiar rules and a sense of relaxation came over me. Compared to the oppressive situation in the Nine Realms, this place is more comfortable.
In the Land of Mist, the great power did not show any sign of being in front of the power of the complete world. The fight between the three creatures did not even break the land of Niflheim. If Ryan confronted the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] here, I am afraid that in a single encounter, the existence below the East Sea God would be assimilated into the other party and then crushed into dust by Ryan without mercy.
Of course, the laws of the world will probably follow suit and punish these two "violent elements".
"It can be considered as protecting his own 'trophy'. After all, if it is damaged, Chaos will have to spend his own energy to repair the damaged interface."
Standing above the long river, Ryan looked at the nine realms being pulled by the chains of order. He noticed that the trajectories of these realms had begun to gradually split.
The chains on the Land of Mist are the most numerous and densest, after all, there is a "big bomb" inside it. Some fragments have been peeled off from it, which are probably the parts that have not yet been assimilated by the mother tree.
Judging from the direction, it was pulled towards the bottom of all worlds. Although it is uncertain whether it can appear in the world, if it can, Niflheim will most likely be accompanied by Tartarus.
From now on, the representation of the chaotic side of the world is likely to become two, but the prerequisite is that the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] must first be completely transformed by Chaos. As for how long this process will last, Ryan is not very clear.
In addition to the Land of Mist, Vanaheim fell to the southeast sea, near an island close to the mainland. When it is completely digested by the world, it is likely to open its own entrance there.
The value of such a magical country is unquestionable. Even if many spells and rituals have lost their effectiveness due to changes in the world, in the field of mysticism, inspiration is often more important than experience.
The inspiration that can be brought by the achievements of the Vanir over tens of thousands of years is unimaginable.
The Giant Kingdom of Jotunheim flew to the extreme north of the world. The desolate ice field was as uninhabited as the home of the Frost Giants. The Kingdom of the Dead Helheim drifted towards the underworld. In the future, it might very well become the second home of the dead, or even a new home for the dead, different from the new undead under the shining of the dark moon.
One of them was born from magic, and the other was simply the power of death. The latter obviously hated life more than the former.
Svartalfheim, the kingdom of darkness, 'expanded' a distance between the earth and the underworld.
When the [Underworld] was separated, the territories controlled by the two earth gods inevitably collided, but now, it was separated. Countless cavities and caves were born, and from then on, like the sea, there was an unowned and contestable "land" in the world.
As for Muspelheim, as the first country born together with the Kingdom of Mist, it also drifted to the bottom of the world. However, unlike its "old friend", the Kingdom of Fire flowed directly into Tartarus. Through his special incarnation, Ryan could even foresee that this country would probably be dismembered.
It just so happened that the Abyss was affected by the Nine Hells, and began to gradually produce matter and divide the interface. Muspelheim would become the nutrient for this process. The newly born Abyss would also be affected by this, giving birth to some special life, as well as layers filled with flames and lava.
Of course, the Nine Hells can also get a piece of the pie. Perhaps from now on, fire will become another means of the devils, just like darkness.
Finally, Midgard, the human world in the Nine Realms, and Alfheim, where the light elves live, they still surrounded Chaos, seemingly unable to find where to go.
However, the lack of belonging does not mean that they will not be transformed. They are just like other interfaces. The matter and energy are still the same, but the underlying rules that constitute them have been slowly changing.
In this process, some of the original rules of the nine kingdoms have also been integrated into the Chaos world. In the future, many source powers will see more or less increases.
"It's just that this may not be a good thing for some people."
Glancing up at the starry sky, Ryan thought of a goddess who had secluded herself from the world for a hundred years.
For Ryan, the origin increases, and Chaos can't divide his power anyway, but this may not be the case for some people.
For example, Alfheim, which is filled with the power of light, has greatly increased the authority of [Light]. If nothing unexpected happens, the Mother of Light, Theia, is likely to reach greatness in this era, but Ryan believes that before this day comes, another God of Light will be born in the world.
The laws of the world have always been like this, and he is no longer surprised.
"And Asgard."
Ryan turned his head and looked towards the east of the continent, where Mount Olympus stood tall. Perhaps due to some kind of attraction, Asgard finally landed there.
"Come to think of it, I don't know what happened to Odin."
Ryan pondered for a moment. Although all signs indicated that this otherworldly God King should have died, and he even fought with the Flesh and Blood Mother Tree and pierced the trunk with his spear, the price was heavy. This invincible artifact was destroyed, and the remaining spear fell into Ryan's hands.
But Ryan felt that as a God King who had existed for such a long time, he should not end so quietly.
"Do you think Odin is dead?"
After releasing the Skull of Mimir, before the other party could rejoice in this new world full of vitality, Ryan asked.
"If I had to give an answer, I'd be dead."
However, to Ryan's surprise, Mimir gave such an answer.
"He may have left behind something that reflects his will, but he himself will not survive. At least that's what I think."
"Why?"
Ryan was a little puzzled. He originally wanted to know where Odin might be hiding, but Mimir thought that the other party was dead, which was something he did not expect.
"Because I know him. He was a former God King and a warrior."
Without hesitation, Mimir replied.
"He used many schemes and intrigues, and his actions were not fair and just, but the reason he was able to sit on the throne, gain the trust of the gods, and be revered by mortals, was because when a real disaster struck, he would never run away."
"At least that's how I think of Odin."
After a short silence, Ryan inexplicably felt that what the other party said made sense. Scandinavians seemed to be like this. Even in the original Ragnarok, Odin had never been afraid of death.
They consider it an honor to die in battle; they may desire life, but they do not reject death.
"Warrior? Haha, as expected, when comparing the four God Kings of the two worlds, the one with the lowest threshold lives the longest and achieves the highest."
"It can be seen that for the profession of God King, the lower the lower limit, the longer and more stable the position will be."
Ryan didn't know whether it was a compliment or a mockery. He didn't think about it anymore. He planned to go back to the spirit world to "open the box". But before that, he noticed that in the East China Sea, there were four figures flying towards the huge whirlpool.
The leader was none other than the sun god Helios.
"Let's go and take a look."
The bound Prometheus calculated the time and it was almost time.
Regardless of what Mimir thought, with the help of the omnipresent spiritual world, Ryan went straight to the eye of the sea.
He still wanted to witness this classic scene.
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"Hu——"
"Damn it."
His legs felt a little weak as he stood above the whirlpool, looking at this spiral that swallowed everything. Helios didn't feel any sense of pleasure at having achieved his goal.
On the contrary, his face was a little pale, and waves of illusory pain were spreading through his body, reaching deep into his soul.
Perhaps in a sense, this is not necessarily an illusion, because the person who caused all this used time and space as a means to demonstrate his power, and he himself was in charge of history.
This leads to a certain time-related connection when one of the parties is present at the scene. The damage in the past blurs the "distance" with the present.
".Go down quickly, I don't want to stay here any longer."
The huge vortex with a diameter of thousands of miles is as big as a small continent in the eyes of mortals. No one knows how deep the bottom of such a vortex is. Even as gods, they now have a feeling of "giant fear".
Although he didn't want to go in, Helios didn't dare to give Zeus a chance to punish him. He gestured to Crastos and Bia who were escorting Prometheus.
The two children conceived by Styx, the River of Oath, immediately took orders and began to descend towards the center of the vortex that devoured everything.
Maybe for a moment, or maybe for a day, light did not exist here at all. Even if Helios tried his best to release the power of the sun, he could only illuminate a small spot around him.
It was about the same distance as a huge rock falling for nine days and eight nights, and finally, they arrived at a place that was suspected to be the bottom.
The reason why it is suspected is because they no longer want to take even one step forward.
"Here, what do you think?"
Looking at Prometheus, the sun god asked in a low voice.
The darkness and silence around him made him subconsciously lower his voice, as if speaking louder would bring about some terrible disaster.
"Then let's stay here. I don't think you want to go any lower. I don't think His Majesty the God King would care whether I am at the bottom of the sea eye or not."
After taking a look at his future residence, Prometheus opened his arms.
"bring it on."
To be honest, Prometheus was a little scared before making the decision, but now he is calm.
Some physical suffering, not even the betrayal of his own students, made him feel sad.
"This is the order of the God King, and we are just following it."
Crasto and Bia looked at each other, and while apologizing to Prometheus, they took out the heavy chains made by the Cyclops.
They bound the hands of the Illuminati and hung him here. There was no fulcrum to hang him, but the chains just tied Prometheus in mid-air. Then Bia took out a long nail and drove it into his chest.
The blood flowed down the body and finally fell into the vortex. When this step was completed, the two took a step back and stood beside the sun god.
So at this moment, boundless pressure poured on Prometheus' thin body, causing his bones to creak.
In the sea, the restrictions of the world are slightly looser than those on earth, so the sun god had been using his divine power to fight against the oppression of the sea eye, but the long nail driven into Prometheus' chest locked the Titan's divine power, leaving him with only his body to fight the pressure.
The so-called "calming the tide" is not to expect Prometheus, who does not even have medium divine power, to eliminate the eye of the sea. It is just that when he is locked here, the suction of the whirlpool to the outside world will be reduced. Moreover, if some lives that accidentally fall into the whirlpool can live to see the foresight, they may have a chance to get out.
Yes, the chains and nails forged by the Cyclops locked Prometheus's power, but gave him a chance to release it, but the object of release was not himself. He could send others away from this bottomless sea eye, but he himself could only stay here forever.
People are not worried about the lack of wealth, but the inequality of wealth. Although Chaos did not say this, the principle is the same. Zeus wanted to torture Prometheus's heart in this way - either endure the obvious difference between himself and others, or watch other lives die coldly.
If he really chose the latter, the God King thought that it would not be long before humans would no longer be taken seriously by the Forerunners. The bottom line always slips step by step, and by then, he will naturally see this paranoid Titan God bowing to him.
"Although I know your answer, Prometheus, but according to the request of the King of Gods, I still have to tell you: You have experienced this kind of pain, this is not a day, not a year, but forever. But if you are willing to take back the fire among humans, then you can leave now."
Helios spoke while suppressing the discomfort in his heart.
Although Zeus punished the fire thief, he had gradually come to understand the nature of faith and realized that although his actions could reduce Prometheus's existence among humans, they could not completely destroy his position among humans.
So as long as Prometheus was willing to bow to him, Zeus would not mind letting him go.
"call--"
"No need."
After taking a breath, Prometheus once again rejected Zeus's "good intentions". He looked at Helios in front of him and smiled with difficulty.
"But you, Helios, do you remember what I once said?"
"Power alone cannot bring loyalty, and the God King also recognizes this. So how long do you think Zeus will tolerate you?"
The pale face of the sun god darkened. Crasto and Bia tried their best to reduce their presence. After a long while, Helios raised his head and said slowly to Prometheus:
"So do you have anything to warn me, wise man of foresight? Although I will not listen to your instigation, I still want to see what I can say."
"Warning, not yet."
Hanging in the air, Prometheus smiled and said, not like a prisoner at all.
"You don't need to worry now, but if another god who is qualified to drive the sun chariot is born in the future, you have to be careful."
"But if you are willing to come and talk to me occasionally about human affairs and the changes in the world, when that day really comes, I may be able to give you some advice."
"Humph, do you think I would disobey the order of the God King?"
Glancing at Crasto and Bia beside him, Helios snorted coldly.
"Who knows what will happen in the future? Stay here forever and enjoy the pain with eternal life. This is a more terrible torture than eternal sleep."
After saying that, Helios flew upwards. He didn't want to stay in this place anymore. Crasto and Bia followed closely behind him. They kept silent.
Soon, the sea eye became quiet. Without Helios, the surroundings also returned to darkness.
For a moment, if Prometheus ignored the physical pain, he actually thought that this environment was not bad. If he only experienced it occasionally, it might not be a bad thing.
But if this time is extended to thousands of years, then I am afraid that it will be a punishment more terrible than eternal sleep, just as Helios said.
"So, do you regret it, Prometheus?"
I don't know how much time had passed, but suddenly, a voice rang out from the dark and silent sea.
".I can't say I regret it."
After a brief silence, Prometheus spoke softly.
"Who are you, a deity from the Oceanic pantheon, or the elder who came to visit my nephew?"
The secret of faith has been blocked by the God-King until now. Perhaps it was precisely because of this behavior that it attracted the attention of some Titan gods, so that they found it in themselves.
Prometheus was happy to see this, and he would tell the truth whether the other party was willing to reveal his identity or not. After all, if the gods outside Olympus could also realize the importance of human beings, human beings could benefit from it.
He had asked the sun god to come regularly for this purpose. Helios, who frequently traveled to and from the sea, could undoubtedly attract the attention of the owner of this sea area. However, he did not expect that not long after, someone came directly to find him.
"Do you mean you don't regret stealing fire, or do you mean you don't regret deceiving the gods?"
The visitor had no intention of answering the question, but continued to ask.
". I have no regrets. Even if I had not deceived the gods, the bronze humans would not have had the chance to continue, and the God King would not have let me go."
With a calm expression, allowing the pain to spread and pile up in his body, Prometheus felt that his thoughts were extremely clear.
"Rather than making a more terrible mistake in the future because of my arrogance, the current result is already good enough."
"Oh, you look a bit like a wise man now."
With a soft chuckle, a soft light lit up from all around, and Prometheus also saw the god in front of him.
A black-haired young man who looked very familiar, but no matter how hard Prometheus tried, he could not remember where he had seen him.
His memory seemed to be separated by a layer, like trying to catch the moon in a well, or seeing flowers in the fog.
But if you don't remember, then don't remember. Prometheus looked at the god in front of him and asked sincerely:
"Can you save some of the bronze humans?"
"Um?"
Ryan was surprised again. He looked at Prometheus and felt that the god in front of him was completely different from the one who had deceived the gods before.
"It seems that you already know that bronze humans cannot be spared?"
"Yes, before Mother Earth wakes up, the God King will definitely create the next batch of humans. Perhaps he has already started now."
Shaking his head hard, Prometheus pleaded again:
"If possible, you can save some of the bronze humans. Although the power of the God King is extremely strong, he is not omnipotent in today's world."
"If you can avoid his eyes and ears and allow a few humans to survive, then when new mortals are born, you will surely gain enough."
"'Enough gains'? Haha, what you actually mean is that as long as I have experienced the sweetness of faith, I will not let go of this power. That's what you think, right?"
Looking at the fire thief whose expression finally changed, Ryan smiled and shook his head. The other party tried to lure him with benefits, but he was not angry.
Ryan had no intention of arguing with a prisoner, and strictly speaking, the other party was just laying out a gold mine. Whether or not he would be attracted and what he would do depended entirely on each person's different choices.
What Prometheus didn't expect was that the person he wanted to attract had so much gold in his home that he didn't even have room to store it.
He reached into the void and took out a paintbrush. Ryan suddenly became interested. He planned to finish the second painting in his life, "The Suffering of Prometheus", today.
"How about I draw you a picture?"
"In return, I can promise you that one day soon, when disaster strikes the earth and the lives of mortals come to an end, I will walk on the earth, among mortals, and if anyone bows to me, I will promise that he will survive."
Although the other party couldn't actually refuse, Ryan still asked politely.
Since he was just doing it on impulse, even if Prometheus didn't want to, he would have left.
".I am very grateful to you, Your Highness. You are free to do as you please. I have no power to refuse your idea of painting."
Perhaps he had said too much, more blood oozed from his chest. But Prometheus didn't pay attention to his body, he just looked at Ryan with some apology.
"I do prefer humans, but I don't intend to put you in danger. It's too dangerous to openly go against the will of the God King. If the God King notices it--"
"Then take note."
Interrupting Prometheus' words, Ryan began to write, using the void as a board and the years as cloth.
The theme this time is "The Passion", but Prometheus only occupies a tiny part in the painting, and more are mortals and gods.
The good and evil of mortals, the evil and non-evil of gods, are all shown in the scroll, and all kinds of beings are here. It is not a painting of the Creator being punished, but the world in the Bronze Age.
"Once the promise is made, it will happen. It is inevitable."
The ink is bright red, the blood of the fire thief. Ryan is leisurely as he paints.
"No matter who it is, if I promise him 'immortality', then no one in this world can take his life away."