Chapter 1057: Chapter 562: The Pantheon’s Twilight: Ring of the Nibelung (4)
[Mother of Monsters] was naturally unaware of Byron’s thoughts. At this moment, the restraint of reason over desire had reached its limit.
She smelled Byron’s scent, and the drool on her face was hard to conceal:
"There is a way to get out from the edge of the world.
Just capture enough Ghost Ships to drag the Ark back up.
Father of Monsters, come join me in birthing a monstrous army that can sweep through the edge of the world."
Rip—!
As she spoke, she used her irresistible great force to tear open Byron’s Marshal uniform and white shirt, exposing his chiseled muscular body.
Her other hand had already grabbed Byron’s belt, ready to push him down onto this thick branch and "feast" upon him.
The gap in raw power between the two was too vast; Byron had practically no resistance in her hands.
He hastily activated his newly chosen entry:
"Goddess, you also don’t..."
As soon as he uttered a word, [Mother of Monsters] suddenly changed her expression and threatened him fiercely:
"Father of Monsters, you don’t want anything to happen to your country, do you?
Be proactive, and act for yourself later!"
Byron was stunned by these words, and ended up choking on his saliva, almost forcing the rest of his sentence back down.
But seeing that [Mother of Monsters] had already started to undo his pants, he hurriedly recited the entry:
"Goddess, you wouldn’t want all your future offspring to be inferior species, would you?"
If Byron wanted to escape, he wouldn’t need a new entry; his own [Transformation] authority could do it.
But to seriously wound [Mother of Monsters] and bring this demigod back into a state of chaos, gaining time for the Material World to develop stably, he would have to rely on entries and extracted Sacred Relics.
Upon hearing these words, [Mother of Monsters] froze atop Byron.
This entry genuinely struck her Achilles’ heel.
Her expression struggled for a moment:
"You mean, you... want to be on top? Fine."
She spoke and prepared to lie down actively.
Byron quickly refuted:
"No, before creating monsters, I have one last wish. I want to give you a gift, please extend your hand."
Under the coercion of her child, [Mother of Monsters] had to forcibly suppress her dual appetite and extended her right hand.
Byron made a grab from the air and extracted a ring carved with inscriptions, glowing golden, placing it swiftly on her ring finger.
He chanted an epic poem:
"Ring of the Nibelung, you were originally the magic gold at the bottom of the Rhine, stolen by the Nibelung from the泉水Fairies...
But the Pantheon also covets the mortal world’s treasure.
The Nibelung cast a curse, whoever acquires the ring shall also suffer the disaster it brings.
After the shocking thunder and lightning, heavy red light dispersed at the edge of the sky, the Twilight of the Gods.
The heavenly palace fell to decline, and the pantheon hall burned in flames.
All majesty turned into crumbling walls, divine authority reached its end, and everything vile finally perished..."
This ring was precisely the infamous Zero-Level Sacred Relic [Ring of the Nibelung], also known by its more famous nickname: [Magic Ring]!
Legend has it that whoever acquires this ring will rule the entire continent, but the first realization is its curse instead.
Everyone fervently pursues this ring, but those who obtain it inevitably meet ruin and demise.
In the Late Mythological Era, the giant Heredmar first obtained the ring, then was murdered by his treasure-coveting son Fafnir, who in turn was slain by his brother Regin’s manipulated Dragon Slayer Hero Siegfried, entrusting the ring to Siegfried.
Siegfried gave it to his lover Brunhilde...
Countless heroes died thereafter, igniting the Pantheon’s entry into battle, directly causing Twilight of the Gods at the Era’s End.
It fundamentally symbolizes "turmoil," "chaos."
If the universe’s ultimate is chaos, then it’s the accelerator of chaos!
The entry wouldn’t control [Mother of Monsters] for long, but at this moment, she was staring intently at the ring on her hand, eyes slowly being filled with greed’s golden light, murmurs becoming ethereal:
"My precious!"
Out of the blue, another equally obsessed voice sounded from a nearby branch:
"No, this is my precious!"
Byron startled, it was indeed the voice of the [Capricious Joker] who had tricked him before, supposedly already gone.
