sinovels Chapter 346 Satan Appears
Chapter 346 Satan Appears
Chapter 346 Satan Appears
Mysterious information flooded my mind like a tidal wave.
[Dragon Transformation: Dragons are the most perfect life forms in the world.]
Poseidon spent his entire life pursuing the power to become a dragon god.
He studied dragons, and imitated dragons —
He finally succeeded, mastering the divine technique known as "Great Sea Dragon."
However, due to his excessive obsession with dragons, his nature gradually became corrupted, eventually leading to lewdness.
[Dragon Transformation: Consumes divine power to transform into a giant dragon most closely resembling the user's original divine power.]
Jiang Chaosheng closed his eyes and focused his mind, quietly sensing this profound and mysterious power.
Compared to "Primal Serpent" and "Gluttony Tide", the power brought by "Dragonization" is more violent and more direct.
With a slight thought, he drew out a wisp of divine power.
In an instant, a chilling dragon's might emanated from his body, and his eyes transformed into the dark golden vertical pupils characteristic of reptiles, cold and indifferent.
A sense of curiosity arose in his heart: what would it be like if he were to completely transform into a dragon?
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at Poseidon's corpse and said indifferently, "You may not be a very good person, but you do have some talent when it comes to studying divine techniques."
He stepped forward to Poseidon, bent down, and picked up the jade-bone writing brush from the hand that had held it tightly until death.
The moment my fingertips touched the pen, another profound piece of information flooded into my mind.
[Number 0-05, Divine Bone Sleeping Hair Brush.]
The Western God took the spine of Odin, the god of space, and made it into the penholder; he shaved the hair of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and made it into the brush tips.
This pen is known among mortals as the "Myriad Manifestations Pen," possessing the divine power to transform fantasy into reality.
Its first owner was named Ma Liang.
After Ma Liang's death, this writing brush fell into the hands of the Cowherd.
The Cowherd then gifted the divine bone and hair-sleeping brush to the already insane Poseidon.
Poseidon used this pen to draw Atlantis deep within the Mariana Trench.
Poseidon, lost in the illusion of his past glory, is also a prisoner guarding the gates of hell.
Since it was a forbidden item that the Cowherd had handled, it was normal that he couldn't initially perceive its information.
After all, the Cowherd's ability is to block the perception of forbidden things or to revive them.
Jiang Chaosheng held the pen, his eyes still showing shock.
Odin, the god of space, is the legendary king of the gods of Asgard.
Hypnos, the god of sleep—in legend, he was a powerful being no less than Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades.
Medusa mentioned this name many times when she gave him a crash course on the history of Mount Olympus during the age of the gods.
He was a high-ranking god, but in the mysterious space-time of the dream, he was the sole ruler, and in a sense, he could be called the supreme god.
Combining the powers of these two elements—is to drag creations from the world of consciousness into reality.
Jiang Chaosheng tightened his grip on the pen.
This pen is very powerful.
With enough divine power and the exquisite skill of an artist, one can create a city or even a world out of thin air.
Poseidon possessed divine power but lacked artistic skill, yet he was still able to create Atlantis.
What if the user is a top-tier artist with immense divine power?
He carefully put the pen into his bosom and cast the light towards the nearby Sea God Palace.
The next second, his figure transformed into a wisp of black light, vanished from his spot in an instant, and appeared inside the Sea God Palace.
The gates of hell are located beneath this palace.
Jiang Chaosheng's gaze swept over the ruins and paused briefly in a shadowy spot.
There was a woman hiding there, trembling with fear.
He saw her, but didn't pay any attention.
Atlantis will be utterly destroyed by the fall of Poseidon, and if she survives the ensuing catastrophe, that will be her destiny.
Jiang Chaosheng withdrew his gaze and fixed it on the Sea God's Throne.
His third eye on his forehead suddenly opened, and a scarlet beam of light shot out.
Without the smoke of gunpowder or the roar of explosions, the throne slowly melted and crumbled under the erosion of the "Tide of Gluttony".
Less than fifteen minutes later, the entire Poseidon Palace began to shake violently again, the dome shattered, the stone pillars collapsed, and it was on the verge of sinking completely.
Right where the Sea God's Throne once stood, a massive, blood-red door rose from the ground.
The giant gate closed tightly, and in an instant, an intense, overwhelming yin energy spread out, engulfing the entire Atlantis.
Jiang Chaosheng frowned.
This gate to the deepest hell—something's not right.
He possessed the triple Rashomon, and knew all too well what the gates of the underworld must be like—gloomy, evil, ominous, and filled with the pure aura of death.
But the door before them was covered with mysterious golden runes on all four sides of its frame, from which flowed an extremely sacred power.
Jiang Chaosheng felt that this divine power was somewhat familiar, and subconsciously touched the divine bone sleeping brush in his arms.
They originated from the same source.
The handle of this pen was made from the spine of Odin, the god of space.
"Odin—" Jiang Chaosheng frowned and murmured the name.
What is the connection between Odin and Avici Hell? The runes he carved on the frame of the gates of Hell were not merely for aesthetic purposes.
He slowly approached the gates of hell, about to reach out and push them open.
Just then, a woman's shrill scream suddenly came from behind.
A familiar aura wafted over, and Jiang Chaosheng smiled, turning around to look at him: "It seems you welcome me quite a bit, coming here in person to greet me."
The female executive of the Seven Stars Group was currently surging with extreme dark power and a strong ominous aura.
She has been possessed by something.
Satan.
The ruler of the Avici Hell has descended.
The Satan possessing the woman spoke in a deep voice: "Please, sir, do not push open that door, lest you cause a mistake that no one can undo."
Jiang Chaosheng faced Satan and sat down slowly and leisurely.
Beneath him, dark clouds gathered and solidified into a pitch-black throne.
He sat upright on it and chuckled softly, "Your attitude is much more respectful now."
Satan was speechless for a moment.
When he first met Jiang Chaosheng in the human world, he regarded him as an ant who would die a miserable death, and his heart was full of contempt.
Today, Jiang Chaosheng is not only alive and well, but has also successively killed Beelzebub, Poseidon, and Hades.
This forced him to re-evaluate this mortal.
Just a few months ago, this was a weakling that had to fight with all its might to compete with someone like a male escort.
Satan avoided the awkward topic and said, "Sir, how about we make a deal?"
Jiang Chaosheng casually draped his left arm over the armrest, turned slightly to the side, and stared at Satan with amusement: "I like trading. Okay."
Satan walked up to Jiang Chaosheng, looked down at him, and slowly said, "As long as you stay away from that door and no longer concern yourself with the trivial matters of the human world and hell, I promise you that you will become a wealthy and leisurely person in the human world forever."
At that time, no one, whether in hell or on earth, will dare to disturb the gentleman's peace.
Sir, you can think about it carefully.
Throughout the entire history of the gods, only Prince Mingdeng has ever received this honor.
Jiang Chaosheng chuckled: "So that cat has quite the influence. I'm getting more and more curious about its identity."
Satan shook his head: "The origin of Prince Mingdeng is not mysterious. He is just a close minister of Emperor Wanshi."
However, this close advisor made unparalleled contributions to the emperor for all ages.
The emperor for all ages personally issued a pardon for him, granting him the protection of the laws of heaven and earth, and decreed that he could not be killed except by the aura of a human emperor.
He refocused his gaze on Jiang Chaosheng and asked, "So, what is your decision, sir?"
Would you like to be a carefree immortal, detached from worldly affairs, like the Prince of the Bright Lamp?
Jiang Chaosheng tapped the armrest with his fingers, his voice low and languid: "Wealth? I've had it all along."
The money from the Forbidden Society is more than I could squander in ten lifetimes.
As for whether anyone disturbs my peace and quiet —
His gaze suddenly turned cold, like a blade tempered with ice: "You scum from hell, yet you always hover over my head like flies."
You think that once the Cowherd, Beelzebub, and that so-called Dark Council leader are dead, the matter is over?
"Satan, I can't sleep if you don't die."
Satan seemed to have anticipated this outcome.
Even though the talks broke down, he showed no surprise whatsoever.
He simply sighed softly: "In that case, we have no choice but to take action."
Jiang Chaosheng laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "With you—now?"
Satan looked down at the pale hands that didn't belong to him: "Although the vessel for possession is a bit weak, it's enough to stop you for a quarter of an hour."
Satan's face flashed with a cold light: "From this point on, we are locked in a life-or-death struggle."
Jiang Chaosheng's smile vanished abruptly. The scythe in his hand instantly swelled, transforming into a gigantic and ferocious giant scythe.
The next second, a dark and sharp arc was already outlined before Satan's eyes.
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