Chapter 683 - 386: Main God, Main God, Main God

The powerful aura spread throughout the entire world, the thick blood-red color completely obscuring the sky, the earth rumbling with a giant roar, and a faint chant from the ancient times echoed from above the sky and the earth.

"Clatter!"

A phantom tide began to flow.

An aura of death and despair spread across the entire world.

Marquis Engle, Tono, and Morris instinctively stopped their training, and their gazes unanimously turned towards the sky.

Even Thor was no exception at this moment.

"It has begun!"

Whispering softly, Thor’s expression could not help but carry a hint of solemnity.

At this moment, such a scene, even without daily intelligence, was enough to indicate that something significant had happened.

Not to mention the daily intelligence was available.

Thor had an even clearer understanding of what was happening.

If there were no surprises, this time should be the arrival of Osiris, one of the five main gods of the Netherworld.

In ancient times, the God of Darkness, Tartarus, created the Netherworld outside the Divine Domain to accommodate the dead.

And to manage the Netherworld well, the God of Darkness, Tartarus, opened five Nether Rivers in the Netherworld, giving birth to five Masters of the Nether River, possessing authority second only to the God of Darkness, Tartarus, and having power surpassing all deities except the four Upper Gods and the Divine Master.

However, the Divine War broke out that year.

Among the five Masters of the Nether River, two fell on the spot.

During the long years, the five Rivers of the Underworld also turned into three.

These are Acheron, Ksetes, and Stix. Acheron is the River of Sorrow, and those who wish to enter the Netherworld must first cross this river; the dead wishing to cross must pay a ferry fee, or they will be mercilessly cast into the river by the ferryman of the Nether River. It’s said that the water density of Acheron is lighter than that of the living world, earning it the name "Feather-Sinking River," and unless using a vessel of the Netherworld, crossing is nearly impossible. Ignorant undead will gradually be eroded by the water of the Nether River over time.

The God of the Dead Charon governs Acheron.

The second is the River of Ksetes, the River of Lament, a tributary from the north of Greece, formed by the tears of convicts serving in Hell, with eerie wails often heard, earning it its name. The God of Death, Osiris, governs this river.

The third is the River Styx, the River of Wrath, the River of Oaths, said to be transformed from the eldest daughter of Titan Oceanus. It’s said that if a god crosses this river, they will lose their divinity. The God of Hell, Vile, governs this river.

At this moment, unsurprisingly, the river flowing across the sky is one of the three remaining Nether Rivers in the Underworld, the River of Ksetes.

"Osiris!"

Murmuring softly, a hint of tension appeared in Thor’s expression.

Even with daily intelligence.

This is ultimately the arrival of a Main God.

Any unexpected event could occur.

Thor is particularly aware that this time, the preparations on the Empire’s side did not involve dispatching a Main God.

Instead, only eleven Upper-Rank Gods were sent.

Even if the Empire’s Upper-Rank Gods are theoretically stronger than the deities of ancient times, that only applies to beings of the same rank. A Main God ultimately exists on a different level.

They are no longer a concept comparable to an Upper-Rank God.

Even a newly returned Main God possesses unimaginable power.

His gaze turned to the distance.

With a sense of seriousness in his expression.

And at this moment, far away.

At the junction of the Blazing Kingdom, Tulip Kingdom, and Purple Gold Flower Kingdom.

A giant altar had appeared high in the sky.

Endless blood energy gathered upon it.

The entire sky turned crimson.

Even though the sky was already bright, a blood moon was now hanging high above the entire firmament.

Meanwhile below, countless black-robed figures were prostrate on the ground.

The divinity within them was continuously interwoven.

Under this terrifying interweaving of divinity.

The surrounding world seemed to be subtly changing.

The blood-soaked dark red on the ground gradually turned black.

At the same time, on the blackened ground, skeletal figures began to crawl out from beneath.

Their bodies were broken, but the aura of death and ominousness continued to spread around them.

"Great God of Death, Osiris, please listen to the call of your most devout followers, return from time, and spread your death upon the mortal world."

"Great God of Death, Osiris....!"

Amidst the voices, the divinity of the black-robed figures spread even more.

"Clatter!"

The sound of a phantom tide swept up and became increasingly real.

The river spanning the entire sky was about to fully manifest.

And just as the phantom river was about to fully materialize.

A new world seemed to be emerging from the phantom into reality.

It was a world of silence.

The setting sun was like blood, and beneath the dim sky were countless bones.

Countless bones seemed to have formed a true hell.

And in this entire world.

A dark throne was surrounded by a phantom long river.

The throne stood at the center of the world.

And overlooked the entire world.

"Who is calling me?"

A voice of summons echoed, and atop the throne, a phantom figure seemed to be faintly awakened, a voice of confusion sounded.

The voice was not loud.

However, at the moment it sounded, the entire River of the Underworld began to surge violently.