Hades' eyes were fixed on the open door to hell in front of him.
Behind the huge door with flowing lava lines is a twisted, mechanical-like supreme heavenly gate swallowed by flames.
Millions of dead souls and evil spirits are twisting and turning behind the Tianmen.
The red afterimage of the soul was suspended in the air, constantly struggling, showing a deformed and distorted figure.
They are frantically trying to pour out from behind the heavenly gate and enter this hellish world of churning lava.
In the depths of Hades's red pupils, these chaotic soul phantoms were reflected, and a strong doubt arose in his heart.
Where did this dog thief summon so many dead souls?
The sight before him made Hades' head feel heavy.
As the God of the Underworld, he can recognize that these dead souls are mired in disorder and chaos.
The depths of these undead souls have long been filled with endless fear and madness.
Their hearts have already collapsed in the long despair, and they can only roar in pain.
Millions of suffering souls do not belong in hell,
But now, if these countless dead souls pour into the underworld and are not controlled in time, they will definitely bring great trouble to the underworld.
At that time, the entire underworld will fall into chaos due to the riots of these dead souls.
Seeing this scene, Hades, as the god king of the underworld, could not bear to be angry.
All dead souls should go to the underworld to undergo reincarnation, rather than being imprisoned in some desperate closed space and becoming tools or slaves.
Faced with all this, Hades suddenly shook the crimson sky-high spear in his hand.
The golden spear head drew a deep groove on the ground and was slowly raised.
A strong wind wave swept across the arena, and the hot air waves stirred the air around it.
Hades aimed the tip of his spear at Victor's forehead, and the flames wrapped around him became more intense and hot.
"Did you imprison these innocent souls?"
In the eyes of Hades, Victor is already a heinous person.
Perhaps these millions of dead souls died because of Victor.
They will be imprisoned after death, causing them to lose their minds in endless despair.
Thinking of this, Hades' anger could not be suppressed.
A person as heinous as a dog thief should build an exclusive prison deep in the underworld.
Not only was he made to deeply experience the coldness in his bones, but he was also made to bear the pain of all the punishment.
However, feeling the increasingly powerful momentum of Hades, Victor seemed extremely calm, showing no fear when facing the tip of the spear.
He gently stretched out a hand and casually pushed away the golden gun tip aimed at his eyebrows.
"That's not what you're thinking about right now."
"But how to deal with 'them'."
Hearing Victor's words, Hades' angry gaze slowly moved up and towards the Supreme Gate outside the Gate of Hell.
The next moment, the supreme heavenly gate seemed to be hit by a huge force, and the mechanical door frame, filled with flames, began to disintegrate and teetered.
But the powerful thrust still didn't stop, and the unanimous pouring of millions of ghosts caused the supreme heavenly gate to burst apart.
Red flames spurted out from the crack, forming a chaotic scarlet crack.
Countless dead souls broke free from their restraints, surged out of the dark vortex, and hung in the air.
These dead souls opened their twisted mouths and shriveled up like skeletons. They filled the entire sky chaotically.
When they broke into the gate of hell, the original starry sky world was instantly obscured.
These bloody hazes are woven by countless ferocious souls, flowing slowly and depressingly in the sky.
Their neighing and mournful wails caused endless pain to burst out at this moment.
It was like an inverted ocean pressing down from high altitude, trying to smash the entire hell.
Flames erupted in Hades's eyes, and countless ghosts passed by him like bloody rivers, filling the sky above the entire hell.
The moment the souls of the dead poured in, the cyan ghosts on the high platforms on both sides clung to each other out of fear.
Their bodies were trembling, and their eyes were glazed with fear.
These sudden uninvited guests made them extremely panicked.
Every ghost contains the ultimate terror and despair.
This kind of powerful and chaotic pressure is simply unbearable for ordinary ghosts like them.
Hades stared at each dead soul passing by, his anger growing more and more, and his burning beard of fire also rose.
His fierce gaze stared at Victor, and the flames pouring out of it wanted to devour him on the spot.
But even though he was so angry, he was powerless against Victor for a short period of time.
The top priority right now is to control the dead souls who suddenly broke into hell.
well.
When he thought about this, Hades felt like his head was getting bigger, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears.
Without the watchdog, he was not only forced to guard the gate, but now even had to work overtime.
Ever since the dog thief went to hell, he has never had a day of peace.
Hades cursed Victor fiercely and said:
"Dog thief, I will never forget you."
"You will never escape the underworld. I will make sure you experience the pain of despair."
He swung his cloak angrily, and orange hell flames ignited from the cross-section of his body, and his figure gradually disappeared in the firelight.
With the departure of Hades, the huge arena also disappeared, and the ghosts who were huddled on the high platform also fled one after another.
And those millions of dead souls also flowed into deeper hells.
Victor slowly raised his head, and the red star reappeared.
There was no longer the roar of the undead in front of the gate of hell, the fissures in the earth from which the lava was gushing out slowly closed, and the fire of hell gradually extinguished.
Deathly calm was restored here again.
Vega stood on Victor's shoulder, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his wings, and breathed a sigh of relief:
"Phew, this guy is finally gone."
As the god-king of the underworld, the sense of oppression brought by Hades is completely different from that of Hermes before.
In comparison, Hermes almost seems to be there for fun.
Although Victor had the advantage in the duel just now, if a long-term battle was required, the opponent would definitely be more resistant.
Moreover, Victor's current state does not allow him to fight a lasting battle.
After all, this is his borrowed body.
"After he finds out the origin of these dead souls, he will understand the truth."
Victor whispered.
Everything around him came to an end temporarily. Victor lowered his head, took a deep look at his body, and said softly:
"about there."
Vega looked at him curiously:
"What, do you want to return your body?"
Victor nodded.
Immediately, a raging flame that stirred the wind spun in the air and enveloped his entire body.
Soon after, the flames gradually dissipated, revealing Erica lying on the ground.
Wearing that black windbreaker, she looked a little weak.
Erica opened her eyes drowsily, feeling severe pain all over her body.
She looked around, and the upper level of hell, which was still raging with war just now, had now returned to calm.
She breathed deeply and waited for the pain in her body to subside.
After a while, Erica gradually regained her strength, supported the ground with both hands, and slowly stood up.
She patted the dust on her body, frowned slightly, and recalled everything just now.
When Erica first challenged the burly giant, she only resisted two attacks from the opponent before falling into a coma due to the severe pain.
But in this trance, she seemed to realize that her body was being controlled by someone.
Suddenly waking up from her fuzzy consciousness, Erica felt that her body was unusually light, and she even felt her feet floating in the air.
She felt as if she had turned into a soul, suspended in the air.
Finally, Erica watched as her body moved on its own.
And...it turned out to be Professor Victor!
So, was Professor Victor really controlling her body just now?
Thinking of this, Erica's cheeks suddenly flushed, and the hot heat spread to her entire face.
Doesn't that mean...she has reached the point where she has been looked at by a professor?
No, no, no...how could she think that.
Erica shook her head quickly.
How could the professor be interested in her body?
But she couldn't help but recall Victor's confession at her birthday party half a year ago.
Erica: "..."
Is it possible that the professor is really greedy for her body?
No no no no...it's impossible...
Just when she was in confusion and hesitation, a familiar and cold voice suddenly sounded in her mind:
“Watch what’s going on in your heart.”
"I always know what you're thinking."
Hearing this voice, Erica was stunned, and white smoke seemed to rise in her mind.
My heart felt like a mess, and I was at a loss what to do.
Professor, Professor Victor actually knows what she is thinking! ?
Erica looked around in panic, but there was no one around, not even a ghost.
But now, the voice in my head is gone too.
She felt that the surrounding environment became silent, and the sound of flames in the upper level of hell seemed particularly disturbing.
After all, this is the underworld. Who knows if there are ghosts staring at her in the darkness with their long tongues hanging out?
Erica felt a little scared and shouted involuntarily:
"professor?"
After the words fell, Victor's cold and indifferent voice echoed in Erica's mind again:
"You don't need to test it. The windbreaker you are wearing is my current existence."
Erica suddenly understood.
No wonder the Lord God had just whispered in her ear when the giant appeared and suddenly told her that she must keep that windbreaker.
Otherwise, Erica would never dare to challenge such a strong person...
Thinking of Pluto's terrifying and powerful aura, Erica's body began to tremble slightly involuntarily.
So, she subconsciously pinched the two corners of the collar of the trench coat and gently pulled it toward the middle.
Feeling the warmth brought by the clothes wrapping her body, an inexplicable sense of relief rose in Erica's heart.
It felt like the professor was hugging her.
But as soon as this idea came to Erica's mind, she immediately thought that the professor could sense her thoughts.
She shook her head hastily, trying to dispel these distracting thoughts.
Then he looked around vigilantly and eagerly proposed to Victor:
"Professor, let's go back quickly."
She originally came to hell to find Victor and bring him back to the human world.
Now that she finally found him, she naturally didn't want to stay in this place in the underworld anymore.
However, when Erica was about to walk towards the gate of hell.
She was shocked to find that the huge door to hell had been tightly closed.
Erica stretched out her hand and tried hard to push the door open, but the door didn't move at all.
Only then did Erica realize that she seemed to be trapped.
She asked eagerly:
"Professor, can you open this door?"
Watching this scene, Vega, standing on her shoulder, slowly spoke:
"it's useless."
"The dead cannot leave the underworld without the permission of Hades."
Erica's anxiety became even worse.
Because she is not a dead person?
As if he knew what Erica was thinking, Vega opened his one eye and glanced at her gently:
"You really aren't."
"But Victor is 'dead'."
