Chapter 995: Chapter 417: Eye of God (Out for a festival tomorrow, delayed)_2 Chapter 995: Chapter 417: Eye of God (Out for a festival tomorrow, delayed)_2 He could tell that just now, the Serpent of the Garden’s main will had left its husk.

This did not mean it had lost the ability to resist or became insensible to the outside world; it was merely akin to a ‘sleep’ state.

Most of the demon species currently in the Abyss originated from the dissolution of the first-generation Demon Gods, with few being successors ascending later and carving out their own domains, and the Snake Demon belonged to the latter.

Although it was unclear which shattered origin of an alien Deity in the form of a ‘snake’ the Snake Demon initially came from, or perhaps it was directly related to another Serpent of the Garden from the Nine Realms–Yemenggade.

In any case, these demons were indeed well-adapted to the environment of Tartarus; like Flame Demons, they took root all around the chaotic Abyss.

Therefore, as a high-blooded ‘Eight-Armed Snake Demon’ within the Snake Demons, it temporarily created a segmentation to bypass the Abyss Will’s exclusion.

Even though it couldn’t act with full force, such was enough for exploration… However, when the Great Serpent crossed Hell’s boundary into the Myriad Abyss Plains, its tail slithering across the dark red Earth, looking around, the Great Serpent didn’t know where to go for a moment.

It came here due to a mysterious feeling, but looking around, this feeling couldn’t help it find a precise direction amidst the chaotic space-time of the Abyss.

After all, the Great Serpent’s strength paled in comparison to the Spirit Realm’s entity, and the chaos of the Abyss was far greater than that of the mortal realm… Thus, after aimlessly wandering without direction for a while, the Great Serpent regretted its decisive action.

It had assumed that the subtle induction would grow stronger and clearer, so it just needed to set off first. However, in reality, this premonition was just a fleeting moment and then it quieted down without any further signs.

“Hiss…”
“What a hassle…”
Hiss–
A sharp blade flashed, and the Eight-Armed Snake Demon casually killed a devil that was scurrying away in panic.

A hint of malice flickered in its eyes; although the induction was gone, since it had come out, it should do something before returning.

The breath of the Abyss was as thick as ever, and the Myriad Abyss Plains were expanding. With these thoughts, the Eight-Armed Snake Demon began to ponder its next target.

Maybe start with the foolish devil’s pursuer? After all, it was interesting; since when did they learn to flee…

“…Hm?”

Swoosh–
Lifting its head, the Eight-Armed Demon holding sharp blades looked towards the direction from where the devil had come.

There, the aura of Molten Fire suddenly surged, indicating the presence of a Demigod Level Flame Demon.

However, that was nothing special and not the reason why the previous demon was fleeing. What truly caught the Snake Demon’s attention was a faint figure not far from the Flame Demon, exuding two Divine Level auras.

An unfamiliar order emanated from her, suggesting a bait.

It seemed her enemies also realized this and had their minions pursue her instead.

“This is… an Elf from between the Underworld and Mortal Realm, imitated by Erebus from the Dark Elves of Svartalfheim; what are they doing here?”

The Snake Demon was quite surprised, but soon a profound meaning flashed in its eyes.

If it were just an ordinary Elf appearing here, there could be many reasons, but an Elf with two Deity auras was a different matter.

Although the mysterious connection had dissipated, the Great Serpent now found another matter of interest.

One of the auras needed no explanation, but the other seemed somewhat similar to Zeus from Mount Olympus…

“Being used as cannon fodder and pawns to secretly infiltrate the Abyss, not bad, this certainly fits Zeus’s style.”

“And adding my previous conflict with him… Hehe, so it seems, he’s actually here for me?”

Although there hadn’t been time to ask, just from one glance, the Great Serpent had already guessed quite a bit.

Zeus secretly infiltrated; what is he planning to do?

Is it to ally with others to eradicate the Spirit Realm… or to start with the easy tasks before moving on to the harder ones, wanting to sweep away this opponent that keeps causing trouble?

“Regardless of the reason, entering someone’s home without visiting the owner first is quite rude behavior… Of course, as a co-ruler of the Abyss-Hell, I am magnanimous enough to forgive you.”

“After all, you may rudely not visit me, the host, but I cannot refuse to warmly receive you, the guest–being the Lord of Hell, I am quite reasonable.”

“So, back to the matter at hand, my dearest Divine King, where exactly have you gone now?”

“Heh heh heh…”

The malice in the smile was barely concealed, as the Eight-Armed Snake Demon slithered towards the place where the Power of Molten Fire had erupted.

Once it succeeds in its ‘heroic rescue,’ the Dark Elves will likely be more than happy to hand over everything they know within their souls to their lifesaver.

“No matter where you are, Zeus, you must remember to wait for me, so that I can properly extend the appropriate hospitality…”

Hiss…

The Snake Demon flicked its tongue; it was not the original body, nor did it possess the kind of indifference to everything.

As an embodiment of malevolent thoughts, the Great Serpent had much to do.

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In the ninth layer of Hell.

In the Divine Palace where the Lord of the Nine Hells resides.

For tens of millions of years unchanging, within this palace that replicates the scene before the Heavenly Pillar shattered, almost at the same moment the Great Serpent manifested its avatar, the Monarch who had been closing his eyes to listen quietly to reports opened his eyes.

Asmodeus slightly raised his hand, halting Crius from summarizing the recent century’s outcomes from the Asura Field.

His gaze pierced through the constraints of the Nine-layered Hell, landing on the Great Serpent that appeared as if it had fallen into a deep sleep with its eyes closed.

He could see that, just now, the primary will of the Serpent of the Garden had left its shell.

This did not mean that it had lost its ability to resist or its perception of the outside world; it was merely a state akin to ‘sleep.’ For tens of millions of years unchanging, within this palace that replicates the scene before the Heavenly Pillar shattered, almost at the same moment the Great Serpent manifested its avatar, the Monarch who had been closing his eyes to listen quietly to reports opened his eyes.

Asmodeus slightly raised his hand, halting Crius from summarizing the recent century’s outcomes from the Asura Field.

His gaze pierced through the constraints of the Nine-layered Hell, landing on the Great Serpent that appeared as if it had fallen into a deep sleep with its eyes closed.

He could see that, just now, the primary will of the Serpent of the Garden had left its shell.

This did not mean that it had lost its ability to resist or its perception of the outside world; it was only a state akin to ‘sleep.’ For tens of millions of years unchanging, within this palace that replicates the scene before the Heavenly Pillar shattered, almost at the same moment the Great Serpent manifested its avatar, the Monarch who had been closing his eyes to listen quietly to reports opened his eyes.

Asmodeus slightly raised his hand, halting Crius from summarizing the recent century’s outcomes from the Asura Field.

His gaze pierced through the constraints of the Nine-layered Hell, landing on the Great Serpent that appeared as if it had fallen into a deep sleep with its eyes closed.

He could see that, just now, the primary will of the Serpent of the Garden had left its shell.

This did not mean that it had lost its ability to resist or its perception of the outside world; it was merely a state akin to ‘sleep.’ For tens of millions of years unchanging, within this palace that replicates the scene before the Heavenly Pillar shattered, almost at the same moment the Great Serpent manifested its avatar, the Monarch who had been closing his eyes to listen quietly to reports opened his eyes.

Asmodeus slightly raised his hand, halting Crius from summarizing the recent century’s outcomes from the Asura Field.

His gaze pierced through the constraints of the Nine-layered Hell, landing on the Great Serpent that appeared as if it had fallen into a deep sleep with its eyes closed.

He could see that, just now, the primary will of the Serpent of the Garden had left its shell.

This did not mean that it had lost its ability to resist or its perception of the outside world; it was only a state akin to ‘sleep.’