Chapter 639 God’s Curse

The big wings spread out, and the black snow flew.

This scene was recorded on the mural on the stone wall at the end of the Hades Hall.

The traveler traveled for hundreds of years and finally met Pluto who set out from five continents during an exploration in the [Old World].

No one knows what these two "gods" talked about after they met.

But...this history has not been lost!

Blackstone records everything!

Gu Shen held his breath, for fear of disturbing the transmission of this spirit... He never expected that this black gem actually contained such important "transaction information".

According to his previous deduction, travelers built temples for Pluto, and Pluto opened doors for travelers.

But after the portal was broken, Gu Shen felt something was wrong.

[Traveler] is different from the records on the stone wall murals.

The [Traveler] I saw was too big and clumsy.

The "huge black-winged creature" in the mental picture at this moment is wrapped in the powerful pressure of God. You can tell at a glance... this is an extremely intelligent "extraordinary creature"!

What shocked Gu Shen the most was that [Traveler] could speak the languages ​​of the Five Continents!

"Brought it."

Pluto is shrouded in black mist.

He was wearing a long robe, and a wisp of dark flame burned between his eyebrows.

Against the backdrop of the underworld fire.

His entire body looked like a ghost immersed in a dream, with his robes flying and the edges blurred, making him look extremely unreal... This was actually because he had carried the entire [God's Domain] with him.

Unlike other gods in the Five Continents, Pluto does not have his own miracle place. He wanders around, and one person is an entire army.

His divine realm [Underworld] is naturally carried with him.

In the howling black snow.

In the light of the flying coat.

To the ordinary world, Pluto is a black mist that cannot be looked directly at, a dream that cannot be touched.

But even though they are both on a divine throne, the [Traveler]'s gaze can clearly penetrate the robe.

The black wings flap slowly.

The traveler crossed his arms, suspended on the top of the mountain, and waited patiently.

"Boom~~~"

In the black snow, there was a slight sound of the void breaking. Pluto slowly raised his arms, and behind his flying robe, one door after another appeared.

This is the gift he brought.

"The door to a new world."

Under Pluto's black robe, there was a relaxed smile: "With this door, you can no longer trek, you can escape the endless shackles of fate and reach the real 'other shore'... However, I need to remind you,

The place behind this door may not be the pure land you dream of."

The traveler looked calm.

He looked at the floating [doors], and instead of rushing to inspect the goods, he asked: "What will happen if I go in now?"

"There is a high probability... that he will die."

Pluto shrugged and said frankly: "I am only responsible for opening the door, not lobbying. But one thing is certain, if you just lead your tribe in, what will greet you on the other side of the [door] is probably tens of thousands of source energy.

Cannon... I have demonstrated to you the power of that kind of thing. Although it is not as powerful as the Annihilation Storm of the [Old World], it is more than enough to kill those 'Wings', and your tribe will move to a new cemetery."

Pluto paused slightly and said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter, we can continue to 'trade'... For some non-intelligent creatures, sometimes death is a new beginning. If you want those 'wing attendants'

Stand up, I can help. But that requires another 'price'."

"..."

The traveler fell silent.

He looked at the [door] and continued to ask uncertainly: "In the new world...how many guys like you are there? How strong are they?"

"Including me, there are seven in total."

Pluto still smiled, he reached out and touched his eyebrows, and asked: "You should know very well, how can there be a weak creature among the creatures that can successfully smelt 'this thing'?"

Seeing this... maybe it's because the spiritual fragments of the "black gem" resonated with Gu Shen's spiritual sea.

He vaguely felt the mental fluctuations of Pluto.

Although smiling.

But the face under the black robe seemed to have gritted teeth... It was obvious that when Pluto said these words, there was a trace of resentment in his heart.

The traveler glanced at Hades.

He asked bluntly: "So... among these seven, how many are stronger than you?"

This is a very pointed question.

"Oh……"

Hades shook his head jokingly.

He narrowed his eyes and whispered softly: "Are you serious?"

There was silence on the top of the Black Snow Mountain.

"With your wisdom... don't you know what I am doing..."

Pluto laughed softly at first, then his voice became louder and louder, and finally he shouted in a low and majestic voice: "They are afraid of me, they exile me, they want to take away my 'fire'... But unfortunately, they will never

None of them can do it. When the River Styx is laid and the Pure Land takes root, among the seven gods, I... will be the strongest!"

This sound caused a wave of snow to roll on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

The sky was filled with black snow, and there was an explosion.

Invisible thunder, rolling around!

Even Gu Shen, who was "watching", felt a huge impact.

Among the seven gods, I am the strongest!

What a powerful self-confidence this is... In other words, how taboo should what Pluto wants to do?

The traveler watched this scene quietly.

Under the cover of the black snow, Gu Shen could not clearly see the faces of the two gods - the taboos of the gods were not to be observed, but he vaguely felt that the aura emitted by this "traveler" was somewhat familiar to him.

Maybe, have you seen it somewhere?

Could it be...a similar dream?

There is really no way to trace the origin of such an unfounded thought.

Gu Shen continued to "watch", and after the slight shock of the snow wave, the picture pieced together from mental debris became more blurry.

"You need...endless 'extraordinary source matter'..."

The traveler was silent for a while and then said slowly: "I can provide it, but before 'success', I can only provide half."

I want to build a perfect pure land.

It is just a condition for the hanging trees to take root and sprout.

More importantly... Pluto wants to form an "army of the undead" for his use under the projection of the "Pure Land Divine Realm". This requires countless extraordinary sources to fight against the iron laws of the extraordinary world.

To achieve this miracle that transcends life and death.

Within the Five Continents, there may be a certain amount of "source matter".

But those are "resources" that are firmly held in the palm of the Supreme Leader... It is too difficult for him to collect them.

What a coincidence.

Travelers living in the [Old World] have this rarest "resource"... They live in the wasteland and fight against the "collapse of order" all year round. The first thing the entire group has learned is how to

Collect the discrete "extraordinary source materials".

The extraordinary source of the [Old World] is huge and boundless, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

"half?"

Hades frowned.

Infinite source of essence, providing half... What does this mean?

The black wings vibrated slightly.

The traveler took out a shiny "black gem". His voice was very clear and contained no emotion. "This 'paint stone' can hold endless spirits. This is what I offer."
To be continued...