[Comprehensive] Let go!

Salar can be said to be unimpeded in the underworld, but there is a not-so-good premise, that is, her whereabouts will be mastered by the people in the underworld, which is not in line with her original intention-ordinary, but this time she It was a purposeful avoidance of everyone, and this time point was deliberately chosen for the Saint Seiya to attack the underworld.

Naturally, Salar knew that the existence of the Saint Seiya was nothing more than a pebble thrown into the water in the vast underworld, which would not stir up many waves, but the lonely god of the underworld rarely had entertainment. They hid in the dark and pointed, ate melon seeds and watched the show, which was enough for Salar.

Fortunately, His Majesty Pluto, the immediate boss of the underworld, is reincarnated and sleepy, passive and sabotage. After all, she is also a main god, and she can still do it with a little trouble. Who told her that Hades gave her the blessing of Pluto, as long as she uses it properly, It is also easy to cover the breath in the underworld.

It was confirmed that the Saint Seiya had started fighting, and Salar was no longer in a daze at the entrance of the underworld. With slightly sweaty palms, he quietly stepped into the underworld.

Because of this time, Salar decided to make a very risky test.

As the pace deepened, Salar gradually deviated from the center of Hades, heading for a more expansive and mysterious land with few people. Salal paused slightly at the intersection.

On one side is the place where the three goddesses of fate spin and rest. Although his memory is incomplete, Salar still has an impression of these three friends, always full of mystery and speaking obscure and incomprehensible words, but the meaning of each sentence is different. The shape of the finger.

[You know, trying to change your fate in vain is actually a kind of fate. 】

Lachesis' words are very clear in Salar's memory, so clear that she can't forget them. She said that people who are obsessed with their fate are the most stupid, and trying to change their fate is also a kind of fate...

So today, the result of her trip may have been doomed, so it doesn't matter whether she goes to see the three sisters or not.

But... is fate really doomed?Salar was not reconciled.

[Fate is everywhere, and there will be new developments every moment. 】

But Atropos also said this, so can she think that fate contains all possibilities, and the so-called changing fate is just trying to change the one with the greatest possibility?So... fate can still be changed, right?

Salar convinced himself like this, but he forgot that some things cannot be changed no matter how hard he tries, even if there are multiple paths of fate, such as life and death, no matter how long life is, the end of life is death.

The quiet blue-haired god looked at the other side of the Sanchakou again. She vaguely remembered that it was the residence of Eris, the goddess of strife. She had a vague memory of the first meeting between herself and Eris, but she knew each other anyway, and the relationship should be good. ,But……

What happened at the beginning involved more than one or two gods. According to Hera's temperament, why didn't she find out clearly? Eros shot a golden arrow at Poseidon and disappeared without a trace... In the chaos, Hera told Saral that the source might be Eris, the goddess of disputes.

Leaving aside the inside story of Eros' disappearance, he may not have followed Aphrodite's order to act, but Eris contributed a lot to Aphrodite's initial thought.

Salar wanted to ask why, but felt that times had changed. Perhaps in Eris's view, this was not a big deal at all. The Goddess of Discord was originally a willful god, so how could she make accusations in a high-sounding manner?

Not to mention accusations, Salar felt that he didn't even feel sad. In this mess, except for Poseidon's standing idly by in the moment of life and death in his hazy memory, the rest... really didn't have any emotions at all.

Salar looked at the last road again, which was her destination today - Tartaros.

Standing in front of the gate of the abyss, the blue-haired girl raised her voice and begged, "Salar, please see Lord Tartarus." There was no confusion, no hesitation, only certainty remained.

She didn't know if the divine body was really here. This was the most likely possibility, so she was willing to take a gamble—what kind of consequences would it bring if she took the liberty to disturb an ancient god... She accepted it.

The memory belongs to her, and no one knows how much memory and truth she has mastered except herself, so she can give it a try.

The gate of the abyss did not respond, and Salar was not discouraged, and said the words again.

The blue-haired god stood quietly and stubbornly at the door of the abyss, her brimming blue eyes flashed thoughts that only she could understand, she knew that all the movements of the abyss, and even everything in the underworld, were in the hands of that silent and powerful god since ancient times In the hands of Tartarus, the abyss god has always known what she said here.

It's just that maybe he doesn't want to see her—the reason may be the so-called "time has not come", but he can afford to wait, and Saral feels that he cannot afford to wait.

She was afraid that everything was really irreparable.

Although Salar has a lot of time, it is not much. When all the saints have withdrawn from the underworld, if she is still missing, it is very likely that Poseidon will find out the clues—since they were all hidden from the beginning, then there must be The reason for the concealment, even if it all came from Tartarus' will.

No matter whether he can see the abyss god or not, Salar will confirm his guess this time, and try his best to test and work hard.

The palm of the hand overflowed with glittering light. Salar was holding something. It was nothing in the eyes of others, but Salar could see and touch the mysterious crystal. The things she had collected all the time, even after she lost her memory The mysterious crystal that constantly guides her even when she is there—does it have anything to do with Tartarus, the master of the abyss?

Soon we will see the outcome.

Salar still stood in front of the door, and waited for a while, the door of the abyss opened quietly, and the dark passage was like a black hole that bit people, blowing a faint wind.

Was it her persistence that moved the god, or did the things she brought have such value?

Salar does not make unnecessary guesses, anyway, the answer will be found soon.

Everything in the abyss is under the control of Tartarus. Perhaps the god of the abyss has done something. A straight road leads straight to the abyss, at least as far as Salar can see, it is a smooth road.

Salar collected himself, although the journey was long, but with divine power, he did not feel tired.

One of the purposes of Salar's trip was to find the divine body. Even though she hadn't felt any sense until now, her intuition became more and more certain. The divine body must be sealed somewhere in the abyss. Maybe this is the soul and the divine body. The natural connection between them is an invisible bond that even seals cannot cut off.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Salar finally saw the palace of Tartaros. He caught a glimpse of gold in the corner of his eyes, and when he looked intently, it was still boundless and deep. Is it an illusion?Salar frowned, looking at the palace that was close at hand, she still gave up the pursuit, turned her hesitant eyes in that direction, and walked gently into the hall.

The man on the throne is still quiet and indifferent, but the strong sense of presence makes it impossible not to focus on him, adore him and even prostrate for him. His black pupils are deep and lazy, and his black hair is shawl. The pale complexion formed a stark contrast, and the dark lines of flames on the black royal robe seemed to be jumping and burning in this deep hall, becoming the only bright color.

Salar couldn't help but be amazed by such stunning beauty. There seemed to be such a scene in his distant memory, but all the memories related to the abyss were blocked, and Salal could only feel familiar at best.

"Lord Tartarus."

It was only when she spoke that she realized that her voice was uncontrollably soft and quiet, and her breathing was trembling slightly. The invisible aura had already brought such oppression to Saraal before the abyss god had spoken—this was her Facing a situation that no other god has ever had.

"Salar, what are you doing here?" The deep and sweet voice came from above the throne, and Tartarus looked down at Saral, although his eyes were cold and did not reject people thousands of miles away.

"Come here today, Saral wants to thank you in person for your help 3000 years ago..." Saral lowered her head and stared at the ground, because she had something hidden in her heart, she didn't dare to look at Tartaros.

Tartarus was silent for a while, and did not deny Salar's words. He also easily knew the purpose of Salar's visit, and said in a deep voice: "Your divine body has not been completely restored. If you merge your soul and soul now, it may take a long time. can wake up."

And with Tartarus' guardian, the restoration of the god's body is much faster than normal. Of course, if Salar insists, Tartarus will not stop it.

Salar pursed her lips. She didn't come here to get back the god body, but to confirm that the god body is in the abyss. Now that the goal has been achieved, I believe that there is no other place that is safer than the abyss—even Gaia is here. A place that dare not be presumptuous at will.

So Salar was even more curious about what made Tartaros treat her differently, and was even willing to intervene between her and God Gaia.

And another thing...

Saral presented the mysterious crystals that he had collected all the time with both hands. This thing guided her and protected her when she lost her memory, but it was still mysterious and its origin was unknown.

For some reason, no one except her could see this thing, but Salar firmly believed that this thing must have something to do with Tartarus - Lucifer could see the clues at the beginning, and the queen Hera and Hai Emperor Poseidon can't do it, so what about the more advanced gods?So she came to Tartarus.

And the gray divine power that seals her and protects her seems to be closely related to the mysterious crystal...

Salar held her breath, and the time suddenly became extremely long. She finally heard Tartarus's clear and cold voice, and the crystal in her hand flew away.

"It's been hard work for you these days, Salar. If you have nothing else to do, then leave."

"Yes, Lord Tartarus, it's Salar who's bothering you." Salar saluted, and then stepped out of the door silently, lest he would offend the heaven and man on the throne by making a sound.

When Salar left, he realized that he was already dripping with cold sweat.