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Chapter 201: Thousands of years are just a play (please subscribe, read, comment on the monthly ticket)
Hermes's caduceus has the power of hypnosis, and Hermes' ministry also includes the authority of music.

To deal with Cerberus, a demon dog that is very sensitive to music, it has the effect of double special attack stacking.

Martin simply shook the double snake staff in his hand, and the ferocious beast fell into a deep sleep.

"Do you have to wait until I'm injured before you take action? There's no need for a hero to save the damsel in distress between us."

Diana looked at Martin who caught her, and was not surprised. Instead, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Martin took out some clean water and powder from his bag and used it to clean the venom off Diana's arms and legs.

"hiss!"

The moment the clean water washed away the venom, revealing bright red flesh and blood, the pain was so intense that Diana, the goddess of war, had to clench her fists to hold back from screaming.

Martin did not stop moving his hands, but deliberately talked to Diana: "Aren't you curious about what my identity is today?"

Diana glanced at Martin, who was busy with his work with his head down, and her nervous heart relaxed a little. She knew that Martin was trying to distract her and relieve the mental pain and tension.

She leaned back on the pillow Martin handed her and replied, "You turned into Hermes today. I knew that a long time ago."

Martin washed away the venom with water and began to clean the flesh that had been corroded by the venom. He asked with some surprise, "You are trapped in the underworld, how could you know that I turned into Hermes today?"

Diana clenched her hands and answered with pain: "I am the princess of Paradise Island. I grew up listening to stories about the gods of Mount Olympus. This morning, a strange piece of information suddenly appeared in my head, and I figured it out with a random guess."

"I know that Zeus will definitely send someone to take me out of the underworld, and Hades will never let the gods of Mount Olympus set foot in the underworld, so they can only ask you for help."

Martin quickly cut off the corroded flesh, gently applied the powder on the wound, and began to bandage it.

Half of the flesh on both of Diana's legs was gone. An ordinary person would have died from such an injury long ago, but she was a demigod, and it would not take long for her to fully recover after clearing the venom.

"You knew I would come to save you, so you rejected Persephone's request to stay and insisted on going to the underworld?"

After Martin bandaged Diana's legs, he began to work on her arms.

Diana nodded and replied, "Even without you, I will definitely go to the underworld. Hades took my mother's soul, how can I back down?"

Martin cleaned up the broken meat, bandaged Diana gently, and said, “One of the missions of Paradise Island is to guard the underworld for the Olympian gods, or more precisely, to guard Hades.

From this point of view, it is normal for Hades to take your mother's soul. But if he can take your mother's soul, he can take away the soul of the entire Paradise Island, so why not do it? "

"All right!"

Diana moved her arm, which had been bandaged by Martin. Apart from a slight tingling sensation, she did not feel any discomfort.

"Your medical skills are really good. Not everyone can cure Cerberus' venom."

Martin put everything on the ground into the bag and said, "The venom of these monsters is very deadly to ordinary people, but it poses no threat to people like you and me. Didn't Hercules use this demon dog to force Hades to surrender?"

He did not brag about it. After packing up his things, he walked towards the gate to hell.

"Whatever Hades wants, he has your mother's soul in his hands, and we have no choice but to grant him what he wants now."

Martin didn't hear Diana's answer. He turned around and saw that she was standing there and didn't follow him. He blinked in confusion.

"I can't let you be controlled by Hades because of me. You know that these gods are heartless. They will only give you one impossible task after another."

Diana became more and more excited as she spoke, and could not help waving her arms, causing her newly bandaged arms to crack again.

Martin sighed, took out the powder and bandages, and rebandaged her.

"What happened? You weren't this depressed the last time we separated."

Diana snorted and closed her eyes. After a long time, she said, "Ares is not dead at all. After I killed Ares in Berlin, he was taken back to Mount Olympus and continued to be the God of War."

"hehe!"

Diana grabbed Martin's right forearm, looked at his calm face, and laughed sadly: "You already knew that Ares is not dead, everyone knows that Ares is not dead. My endless pursuit for thousands of years is just a joke, an after-dinner talk for Zeus and others to amuse themselves."

"So much suffering, so much endurance, so much war and death, in the end, only to allow Ares to continue sitting on his throne as the god of war."

Looking at the two tear marks on Diana's face, Martin sighed softly, grabbed her hand, and said seriously: "You don't live for Zeus."

"Thousands of years of pursuit are not meaningless and absurd. The wars you have prevented and the people who have survived because of you, aren't they real?"

"Even if Ares still sits on the throne of Mount Olympus, so what? He, including Zeus and his fellows, are just rotting corpses. There is no place for them in future history. They are abandoned figures."

"You didn't kill him in 1945. So we'll kill him in 2015, 2025, or even further in the future."

"The future belongs to us, not to the corpses on the pedestal."

Diana felt the warmth coming from Martin's hand and burst out laughing.

Martin didn't understand, so he asked helplessly, "Sister, I'm being sentimental. Can you please cooperate?"

Diana laughed even harder: "Is it appropriate for an eighteen-year-old boy like you to be sentimental in front of a woman like me who has lived for thousands of years?"

When Martin heard her say this, he knew that Diana was much more relieved, so he continued to speak according to her wishes.

"I am Hermes today, and I am still your brother!"

"Fuck you, that joke isn't funny at all."

Diana, who was smiling, changed her expression instantly when she heard Martin's words. She pushed him to the ground and walked towards the gate of hell alone.

"Hey, why are you turning against me so easily?"

Martin really didn't understand why Diana suddenly changed her expression, but for her safety he quickly chased after her.

"Don't leave in such a hurry, wait for me!"

Diana walked quickly. She came to the gate of hell and, ignoring the wounds on her body, she put her hands on the stone door, trying to force it open.

"Sister, if you don't care about your arm, please also be considerate of the fruits of my labor. If your wound pops open again, I won't care."

Martin came to Diana, removed her hands from the stone door, then put his own hands on the door and pushed hard.

The heavy stone door was pushed by Martin, and a strong wind from the underworld blew from behind the door, hitting Martin directly in the face and blowing the hat off his head. His orange-red hair fluttered in the wind.

Diana reached out and grabbed the hat that was about to fly away, and put it on Martin's head. Martin exerted force with both hands, stepped forward with both feet, and pushed the two heavy stone doors open, completely opening the door to the real hell.

The underworld is divided into two parts. The place Martin and Diana just passed through is the transformation of Erebus, which is only the shallow layer of the Greek underworld. Only by passing through the gate guarded by the hellhound can one enter the real hell - Tartarus, where countless giants and gods from Zeus' father's lineage are imprisoned.

"What a desolate place. No wonder Persephone dislikes it so much and would rather stay in the garden than enter the pits of Tartarus."

Martin straightened his hat, feeling the endless crying brought by the cold wind from the underworld, and couldn't help shivering.

"Persephone, Queen of the Underworld? Are you acquainted with her?"

Although Diana is a demigod, she cannot face the power of the abyss of Tartarus. She stands behind Martin and uses his power to offset the pressure.

"Of course, when Hades snatched her away to Hell, I was the one who brought her back to the earth."

Martin didn't notice anything was wrong and continued talking about Persephone's past.

He sympathized with the woman imprisoned by Hades and wanted to help her escape from this dark place.

"The days of the Greek gods are over. Even though the multiverse is about to enter a turbulent period, there is no chance for these old guys to make a comeback."

The little awkwardness in Diana's heart disappeared, and she couldn't help but wonder what the multiverse looked like, but she couldn't imagine something she had never seen before.

The two men walked through the barren land of the underworld. The cold wind blowing towards them became stronger and stronger, causing Martin's body to emit a blue light to resist the power of the underworld.

Diana locked the sword and shield with the buckles on her back and crossed her hands in front of her to resist the oncoming strong wind.

The protective silver bracelet also lit up and gradually enveloped Diana's body, but her power did not awaken, and she was not as relaxed as Martin.

"Put it on!"

Martin pulled two cloaks from his bag and put them on Diana first, then on himself.

Diana did not refuse the help and said with difficulty: "I have heard about the horror of the underworld since I was a child, but I never thought that the difference between the inner and outer underworld is so great."

"If it weren't for the evil nature of the underworld, how could Hades's few men have stopped Zeus' invasion?"

Martin looked at the sandstorm caused by the wind of the underworld, and what he was thinking about was not Hades, but what the afterlife of this world would be like.

The residences of the gods are connected in the fourth dimension, so are the afterlife also connected? Is this place controlled by the masters of death of each pantheon, or by a higher being?

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Before Martin could think of an answer, he heard the sound of the river rushing forward.

"We have reached the Agron!"

Diana reminded him, and Martin looked up and saw a big dark river with no source and no destination.

The Agron River, also known as the River of Pain, is one of the two most important rivers in the underworld. The River of Pain divides the underworld into two parts, and any soul that enters the River of Pain will be melted by the river water.

If you want to cross this river, you can only find Charon, the ferryman on the river. Only by taking the ferryman's boat can you safely reach the other side of the underworld.

It is worth mentioning that this Charon is the child of the darkness and night goddess Nyx that Martin encountered when he entered the underworld.

"You'd better hide your identity, so you can avoid a lot of trouble." Diana looked at the rushing river of pain, her heart filled with anxiety, and she was in no hurry to move forward.

"It's not necessary."

Martin covered himself with his cloak, waved his hand and said, "There are only a few people in the underworld. If I show up, I will be discovered. There is no need to hide."

Diana really didn't want Martin to be implicated by her.

But Martin did not give her a chance to speak. The double snake staff fell on the land of the underworld, and a road leading directly to the river ferry was formed.

The cold wind of the underworld was blowing all the time, constantly destroying the road that Martin used to guide the direction, but the speed at which the wind of the underworld destroyed was not as fast as the speed at which Martin repaired it.

Diana followed Martin closely, but she couldn't walk side by side with him, nor did she have a chance to express her concerns.

The two of them rushed forward one after the other, and soon passed through the storm area and came to the shore. The cold wind of the underworld suddenly became calm, and the sand no longer flew.

A pier appeared in front of Martin and Diana.

The small pier was built of wood, with an old lantern hanging on a long pole. The dim light could only illuminate a small area.

"The infrastructure of the underworld is too bad. How can such a small pier accommodate all the ghosts who want to cross the river?"

Martin looked at the crumbling pier and complained bitterly about the gods of the underworld.

Diana shook her head and said, "This is the only business in the underworld. Those ghosts have come here with great difficulty. Will they give up just because the dock is so run-down?"

"That makes sense, but it's been a long time since any ghosts have visited this place!"

Martin glanced around the surroundings and didn't see a single ghost, but outside the gates of hell, there were countless ghosts floating around.

This is really an interesting phenomenon!

Martin walked to the dock and rang the bronze bell hanging on a wooden pole, and the sound echoed across the surface of the River of Pain.

Soon, a wooden boat suddenly appeared, and the bearded boatman Charon rowed the boat through the fog on the river and walked towards the dock.

"Rare guests, rare guests! The great god Hermes Martin and Princess Diana of Paradise Island actually came to visit the underworld together. This has never happened in thousands of years."

Charon was much more enthusiastic than Martin had imagined, most likely because of his identity today.

Martin took out two silver coins from his bag and threw them to him, saying, "We need to cross the river. Mr. Charon, when did you get so close to Hades? You even used the word 'we'?"

"I'm just trying to make a living. There are fewer and fewer ghosts these days. A god like me who has no one to rely on must always find someone to lean on!"

Charon invited Martin and Diana to board the boat and began to row towards the other side.

Martin first found a seat for Diana, and then asked Charon, "How big of a backer have you found?"

"Not even one. They have new allies and they look down on my little god."

Martin nodded and started chatting with Charon.

　Second update, another 8,000 words a day! Keep up the good work tomorrow, go go go!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)