Chapter 904: Chapter 892: Promoting the Faith of Hades Chapter 904: Chapter 892: Promoting the Faith of Hades In this eerie atmosphere, a black pigeon broke away from its flock and flew towards the corpse lying in the coffin. It landed on the coffin, took a moment to observe the deceased’s face, then nodded very humanly.

Then, under the stunned gaze of the bereaved family, pure death Qi, untainted by any impurity, erupted from the diminutive body of the black pigeon. A tall and straight silhouette slowly emerged within the death Qi, and then a pair of broad and soft black wings unfolded slowly behind the figure.

“Underworld Divine Nation, the lowest-level divine servant, death notifier angel!” Watching the angel with black wings, Aeolus slowly recited his identity.

This was a group of divine servants created by Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, based on the suggestion of a hybrid species. Their strength wasn’t high, but their appearance was impressive. As long as they made an entrance with an impressive aura, it was enough to intimidate ordinary mortals. After all, their only task was to escort the souls of mortals.

“It’s an angel!” When the family of the deceased saw the pigeon transform into a black-winged angel, their faces instantly lit up with ecstatic joy, and they knelt down on the ground, “A miracle is about to happen, Sean is going to be resurrected.”

All of them showed frenzied excitement on their faces, knowing that their relative had been a follower of the death god. At first, they were against such faith, but after understanding the teachings of the death god, they too began to believe.

For the Church of Death was established in Muria with the help of Hades’ Death God System, and its core doctrine was one: the righteous shall meet a peaceful end.

To put it simply, as long as you believe in any deity worshipped by the Church of Death and perform daily good deeds, then that deity will protect you until a natural death.

And if you die accidentally along the way, then that deity will send their divine servant to escort your soul back to the world of the living, reviving you for real, not as a senseless skeleton.

And now, was the scene where the deity fulfilled the promise made to their believer.

The handsome death notifier angel spread his arms and, with a diluted thread of divine power from his deity, the corpse lying in the coffin underwent significant changes.

The crushed skull began to heal rapidly, and the corpse’s ashen complexion, gray due to the passage of time since death, began to grow rosier, vibrant with life as if the accidental casualty was merely asleep.

From death to life, this was a power that Hades held even before becoming known as a deity, and after His divine ascension, this power was strengthened by the world’s rules, becoming His unique ability.

After the death notifier angel completely restored the accident victim’s honest and kind body, he began the final and most crucial step.

The sound of a river lashing against its banks arose behind the death notifier angel, and then a mighty black river materialized behind him, teeming with countless semi-transparent souls undulating within it.

With the river’s emergence, a worn-out looking boat moved against the river’s current towards where the death notifier angel stood, and as it became clearer, as though on the verge of breaking the boundary between reality and the ethereal, it stopped.

Then, a middle-aged man with the same face as the one lying in the coffin staggered out from the boat. With an awe-filled gaze at the death notifier angel who stood with his back to him, he took labored steps toward him.

Lastly, with the guidance of the death notifier angel, the good-natured man’s spirit crossed the threshold of life and death and returned to the Material World.

“This town is about to gain a few more devout followers of the Lord of the Underworld,” Aeolus commented softly as he watched the honest man’s spirit, guided by the death notifier angel, enter his now completely restored body.

Those who do good shall meet a good end. That is the real reason why the faith of a deity in control of the Death God Position can spread virus-like across a continent. Without that, even with the support of the ruling class, not many would believe in a death god.

After all, mortals are inherently fearful of death. It’s not just mortals; most creatures fear death, hence the multitude of the undead.

“Coo, coo!” As the good man named Sean sat up from the coffin, the angel conducting the resurrection ceremony turned back into a black pigeon. With a seemingly casual glance at Aeolus, who leaned against a corner wall, it flapped its wings and took flight into the night sky.

The flock of pigeons that had come with it also flapped their wings and flew into the night. Just as they reached less than a hundred meters into the air, the entire flock transformed into a wisp of pure death Qi, dissipating into nothingness.

“Now it’s my turn to work!” Having noticed the glance from the death notifier pigeon, Aeolus stood up straight and walked towards the resurrected man who had stepped out of the coffin.

But after a few steps, Aeolus paused again, as the family and relatives of the resurrected man had already crowded around him, offering comfort and support with looks of fear and appeasement on their faces.

This was not because these ordinary mortals were dense in nature, regarding such supernatural occurrences as if they were nothing unusual, but rather because such incidents were not happening for the first time.

Long before Muria had secured his ruling position in the Senapus Subcontinent, there had already been resurrections similar to that of Sean, and the emergence of the first resurrected individual indeed caused tremendous panic.

However, after authoritative explanations and pacifications by the officials, the family of the first resurrected slowly accepted this miracle-like phenomenon happening around them, and gradually, they transformed all their complex feelings into zealous faith in Hades, the Underworld God.

Following this incident, Xena Pus employed magic technology to produce a two-hour long movie titled “The Daily Life of an Underworld Judge”.

Aeolus had seen this film, as it was part of a school-arranged screening, almost all students had viewed this highly fantastical movie. In fact, not only students, almost every city-dwelling resident had seen it.

The film’s main character is a low-ranked judge serving Hades, whose task is to pass judgement on the souls of mortals who have died in the Material World and have fallen into the Underworld.

A part of the plot is exactly what Aeolus is witnessing now. The judge weighs the mortal souls on a scale of good and evil, quantifying their life’s sins, and when the side of good overwhelmingly outweighs the side of evil,
said judged soul, if it died prematurely due to an accident, would be granted the privilege of resurrection. And if the individual had lived out a full mortal lifespan, they could make a choice: either to be reincarnated as a human or to stay within the Underworld Divine Nation as a divine servant.

And if the scale of good and evil tipped in favor of evil, that soul would be directly cast into the body of a grazing animal, forever prey to hunters…

This movie, with its aim to propagate faith, partially unveiled the mysterious veil of a powerful deity’s Divine Kingdom to the common populace living on the Senapus Subcontinent, letting them know a part of its operational mechanisms.

Within the movie, although Hades himself never made an appearance, everyone who had seen it formed a general impression of Hades as being fair, just, kind, and detesting evil.

The film completely dispelled the commoners’ fear of worshiping Hades, and instead turned it into fervent adoration; thereby, worship of the Underworld God spread throughout the entire continent.

Now, on the Senapus Subcontinent, while it might still be possible to find someone who hadn’t seen the movie, as long as they weren’t babes ignorant of the world, they would generally be well-versed in the film’s plot and able to recount parts of it.

Therefore, the number of common people worshipping Hades increased day by day, and even if Muria allowed other powerful and benevolent deities’ churches to come to this continent to spread their teachings, they couldn’t compete.

“Sean! Tell me, who killed you!” Just as this kind-hearted man, enjoying his day return in the Underworld, was tirelessly chatting with his wife and son, a voice suddenly rang in his ear, startling him immensely.

But Sean quickly calmed down; after all, he had now been exposed to the greater world. Not everyone could enter the Divine Kingdom of a god of death and then return to life unharmed.

This fundamentally good man turned around slowly, and then he saw a figure cloaked in a black robe standing behind him. He wasn’t panicked since he saw a six-winged angel emblem pinned on the chest of the robed figure.

“May I ask if you remember what the person who killed you looked like?” Aeolus asked gently, not intending to disrupt the touching scene of a family’s reunion after life and death.

But the thing was, it was almost dawn, and he needed to finish this matter swiftly and head back to class. Skipping class without a valid reason meant he would be penalized.

“Who are you?”

“I am the Punisher!”

“…I remember!” Sean pursed his lips, then slowly nodded his head. Although he was an honest man who liked helping others, this did not mean he could forgive the ruffians who had beaten him to death.

“Good, I will make sure those people get the ending they deserve!”

…Aeolus didn’t draw his sword or resort to violence; he wasn’t that crude. He went straight to the enforcers of the small town, watching as they bound the ruffians and then, pressing them, he had the street thugs delivered to the jurisdictional court of the town. Aeolus believed that the Legal Code would give Sean a fair and just answer.

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