Give Me the Name of God

Manda explained with various postures for a whole day, finally calming down the lion girl. In the following time, he only needs to do two things, one is to eat more and sleep more to save as much strength as possible, and the other is to supervise the bloody blade manufacturing speed.

In ten days, the poet made five blood blades for Manda, and Guatel made three. These eight blood blades are all very small. The largest scimitar is only more than a foot long and can be easily placed In the backpack.

Manda has no interest in weapons such as swords. These artifacts can be given to Ogg, who is good at close combat.

In addition to Ogg, you also need to take Roma with you. He will go there for several days. Roma is very important and he can fight better than Ogg.

Manda only wants to take these two people with her. Taking too many people will not help, but will become a burden.

When everything was ready, Manda asked everyone to wait outside the door, and he summoned the old goat alone in the room.

God Pan was wearing a bright red shirt today, looking majestic. He looked down at Manda and asked: Are you all ready?

Manda nodded and said: Ready!

Where are your food, weapons, and water?

Manda opened the backpack, Pan Shen took a look, frowned and said, Is that all?

Manda pointed to the door and said, I only took part of it and gave the rest to my subordinates.

Your subordinates? The old goat showed two fangs and smiled, You want to take your subordinates with you?

In such a dangerous place, I have to bring at least two helpers, two, just two... Manda laughed dryly and rubbed his hands.

The old goat suddenly darkened his face: Do you think anyone is qualified to go to that place?

This, this is just a plan, not even a plan, just an idea...

Who allowed you to leak the instructions of the gods to others? The old goat was suddenly surrounded by black clouds, and Manda took several steps back in fright.

It seemed that he could no longer lead his men. Although he didn't want to take risks alone, Manda didn't dare to offend the old goat. He quickly admitted his mistake: I just told them to go to a place. I didn't tell them the purpose and location. Even I didn't tell them. I don’t know the location, I don’t need any help, I’m going to get all the food and weapons, and we’ll set off right now.”

It's too late, just stand still and don't move! Pan Shen raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his eyes. The upper half of his face looked ferocious, but there was a weird smile at the corner of his mouth. The gate to the underworld has been opened. You must be on your way now.

Underworld? Manda took a breath, Isn't that where the dead go?

Do you want to become a dead person? God Pan's voice suddenly became weird, sometimes deafening, sometimes inaudible, Where is the statue I gave you?

Manda quickly opened the Styx Island and took out the stone statue that had been promoted to the sixth level.

Take this statue with you, and be sure not to lose it, if you still want to come out alive! A biting cold wind came towards me, and countless heart-rending wails filled my ears.

A dark vortex suddenly appeared in the air. Countless black lines were scattered around the vortex, spinning and pulling Manda's body.

In the center of the vortex is pure darkness, a darkness that cannot be penetrated, cannot escape, and cannot even tolerate the slightest light.

Before being sucked into the center of the vortex, Manda clutched the backpack tightly, which was the only thing he could do.

There is a bag of dried meat, a water bag, five sacred objects in the backpack, plus the stone statue of Hermes in his right hand. These are all Manda's belongings.

You really shouldn't think about bringing any helpers. Old Goat has never allowed himself to form a group. It's all because he likes speculation too much.

This was a bad time, as I didn't bring enough water and food, and I didn't bring all the sacred items.

The five divine objects in the backpack are the jumping button, the flameless torch, the four-winged flying mirror, the weightless feather boots and the black crystal given to him by Typhon.

Manda had always been hesitant about this crystal. He originally wanted to ask the old goat for advice on its use before considering whether to take it with him.

But he left in such a hurry this time that he never found the opportunity to ask the old goat for advice. The old goat didn't seem to be aware of the existence of this crystal.

It doesn't matter if you bring it with you, it's a good idea to bring one more piece with you. Accompanied by all kinds of continuous wailing and screaming, Manda fell into the center of the whirlpool and fell into a completely dark world.

This is very similar to Stanley's skills, pure darkness, pure silence, as if there is nothing but nothingness here.

There is a complete description of the underworld in the Book of Odes, but Manda can't see anything now.

What about Styx? What about the three-headed dog? Where is the judge? What about Narcissus Plains? Where is the palace of Hades...

Could it be that The Book of Odes was made up?

This is impossible. As the basic knowledge of the ancient gods that has been passed down for so many years, the Book of Odes must have its authority. Stanley once used a special sacrificial technique to purchase the fire of hell from the undead. Comparing the narrative of the undead, The records in the Book of Odes are basically consistent with the real situation in the underworld.

Perhaps the eyes of the undead can see the true face of the underworld in the darkness, but Manda is also prepared.

He fumbled and took off his backpack, and carefully put the stone statue in. Since it was completely invisible, once the stone statue fell, it would be difficult to retrieve it.

He groped for a long time in his backpack and finally found the Flameless Torch.

This is a bloody blade made from the blood stone of the ancient sun god Hyperion. It is more than a foot long and shaped like a huge steel needle.

This bloody blade has two functions. One is that it can be used as a deadly weapon. As long as it pierces the enemy's body, it can roast the enemy into dried meat in the blink of an eye.

Second, it can automatically light up after shaking it three times. It has excellent brightness and does not need to be replenished with fuel. It is a high-end torch with impeccable performance.

Manda held the flameless torch and began to shake it slowly. While shaking, he was thinking about an important question - what was the purpose of God Pan sending himself to the underworld? Aren't you here to get the sacrifice? Where are the sacrifices? What is it?

As he thought about it, he shook the torch more than a dozen times in his hand, but it didn't emit any light.

broken? Is it that bad?

Impossible. I tried several times last night and there was no problem at all. This bloody blade was made by Guatel. Whether it was him or the poet, Manda had never doubted the craftsmanship of the master and apprentice.

Could it be that the divine items are not useful in the underworld? Then why should I bring them?

When I was confused, I suddenly saw a little light shining in my backpack.

It was a stone statue. The stone statue of Hermes was glowing. Manda picked up the stone statue and saw a line of text flashing on it.

I really didn’t expect that the originally empty statue of a god would suddenly have words appear in the underworld. Is this some kind of magic? Some kind of agency? Or has he been under the watchful eye of Hermes?

Expectation is the third type. If you are under the watchful eye of Hermes, you can at least ensure your own safety.

That line of text is in ancient Atlantis, and it reads: Followers of the soon-to-be saints, use your ears to find the way in the darkness.

With ears? Completely by listening?

It's not impossible, but at least there must be some reference, even if there is a blind male bamboo.

Manda picked up the statue and wanted to use a little light from the text to roughly take a look at the surrounding environment. Even if he only saw a little outline, he could find the direction to go.

But the light on the text was too weak, and it couldn't even illuminate the fingers attached to the stone statue.

Even this weak light quickly disappeared. Manda had no choice but to put the stone statue away, concentrate on it, and listen carefully to the sounds around her.

There was no sound around, not even a sound of wind. It was a deathly silence so pure that it was terrifying.

Manda stretched out her left foot and took a cautious step.

clatter!

The sound of his own footsteps could be heard clearly in his ears.

The footsteps were followed by a short echo, proving that there were walls around.

Manda took a few more steps forward, and the echo of the footsteps became shorter and almost indistinguishable. Manda concluded that they were walking towards the wall.

Manda continued to move forward. He planned to go all the way to the wall and then walk in the same direction along the wall. No matter how unlucky he was, he would be able to find a way out by going around in a circle at most.

But when his fingertips just touched the wall, he heard a hoarse low groan.

Huh~

It seemed like a vicissitudes of life old man, squeezing out a gasp from his throat.

Is there anyone else here?

Manda was startled and was about to withdraw his fingers when he suddenly heard a click and a sharp pain. His hand was bitten by something unknown.