At this time, a chaotic and crazy wailing echoed in a palace with crimson curtains hanging down.
The dark floor plated with golden patterns looked particularly eerie under the red light waves.
A group of ferocious and terrifying dead souls whirled rapidly in mid-air in the center of the palace, making a harsh roar.
It floated in the air, but when it flew a few meters, it suddenly hit the edge of a cage made of orange fire.
The heat of the hellfire stimulated the soul, causing it to roar even more crazily.
The withered and slender arms desperately stretched out from the cage, trying to catch the giant in front.
In front of the flame cage, there is a giant gold-plated writing desk.
Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, was sitting on the crimson plush chair behind the desk.
He supported his cyan face with one hand, put the other hand on his chest, and tapped his fingers on the table from time to time.
Hades frowned, observing the group of crazy innocent souls in front of him with some boredom.
The crazy and ferocious dead soul in front of me was just captured from the millions of dead souls pouring into hell.
It seemed to be composed of several dead skeletons. Its slender and withered arms were like exposed branches in winter, stretching out in all directions.
The shapes of the souls are constantly changing in the air, as if they are entangled with each other and then trying to separate from each other.
These unconscious souls were driven madly and kept pouring out lamentations towards Hades, making the entire palace extremely restless.
Hades frowned.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the crimson spear drew a golden trajectory in the air, easily passing through the body of the ferocious soul.
In an instant, the illusory skeleton phantom was cut off at the waist, turned into several light ripples, and dissipated towards the surroundings.
The spear fell slowly, but Hades's eyes were still staring at the cage.
Not long after, the huge fragmented and scattered souls reunited from the four directions, forming the chaotic and crazy appearance before.
The chaotic ghost once again stretched its deformed body and erupted into a long scream.
Hades ignored the soul that would not dissipate in front of him, lowered his head and recorded it on the papyrus pad on the desk:
Such souls are immortal and cannot be removed by any means.
Each time they dissipate, they turn into orange mist, reshape their bodies within a few seconds, and reappear in their original space.
just like……
"Like a god."
Hades muttered to himself, his strokes freezing at the last stroke of the book.
He slowly raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the dead soul as the experimental individual in front of him.
If he had to find a being similar to the dead soul in front of him, the only ones Hades could think of were the gods living in the sky.
And himself.
The gods possess the quality of immortality, meaning that no matter what challenges they face, they will never fall into true death.
Like Hades himself, he can continue to release his own powerful power even in death.
He has never seen anything that could threaten his life.
Even though his current strength is only one-tenth of his complete body.
Thinking about it, Hades suddenly remembered Victor who had just fought with him.
I couldn't help but think about it.
If there is a human being who can threaten his life, perhaps the dog thief is the most likely.
Hades couldn't help but sneer.
He would never let go of that dog thief so easily.
But looking at it now, Hades realized something.
The millions of dead souls released into hell probably have nothing to do with that nasty dog thief.
Being able to collect so many immortal souls...
It wasn't that Hades doubted whether Victor had this ability, but it was almost impossible for such an immortal soul to appear in the human world.
Each of these dead souls has god-like qualities.
As long as they are given a chance, they even have the potential to become gods, replacing those noble gods far away in the world.
Hades couldn't help but think that the source of these dead souls was probably the gods in the sky who only cared about their own interests.
"Is this the plan of those gods again?"
Hades held the penholder in his hand tightly, and the strong force caused the pure gold penholder to bend slightly.
Ever since he separated from the group of gods in the sky, Hades has never had contact with that group of things.
This has led to a subtle stalemate between the heaven and the underworld, which is peaceful on the surface but disdainful of each other in the heart.
After all, gods from the heavens cannot descend to the underworld, and gods from the underworld cannot ascend to the heavens. The two sides continued to face off like this.
But now, he has settled down and is too lazy to fight with the gods in heaven.
He is now a god with a family, living a life of ease in the underworld.
However, the gods in the heavenly realm still seem to be considering stirring up trouble and are dissatisfied with the stalemate between the two realms.
But now, these dead souls suddenly broke into his territory.
Hades inevitably didn't think this was intentional on the part of the human being.
Although he couldn't figure out the other party's purpose for a while, now, he had to deal with the current problem first.
These millions of immortal souls that suddenly burst into hell must be strictly controlled.
Otherwise, once this group of dead souls spreads across every corner of hell.
All the undead in the underworld will live in a world full of pain and lamentation, and the entire underworld will also lose its tranquility.
Since these dead souls possess the characteristics of immortality, they cannot be eliminated by ordinary means, which makes dealing with them extremely difficult.
Hades held his forehead and sighed deeply, feeling a strong sense of depression in his heart.
After taking a deep breath, he stood up suddenly, punched the desk hard with his fist, gritted his teeth and complained:
"A bunch of losers, you'll end up asking me to clean up your mess."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hades stood in front of the writing desk, his eyes flashing with angry fire, and issued an order belonging to the Lord of the Underworld:
"Tell all my soldiers, if you see this kind of undead, don't eliminate them, just capture them all for me."
His voice instantly became deep and majestic, with fire-like impact and mechanical reverberation, roaring around.
The entire underworld was shaken by this deep echo, and the sound spread throughout the underworld.
Both the scorched lava and the lush grass trembled slightly due to this powerful sound wave.
Even the dead River Styx had slight ripples.
Under the command of this voice, tens of thousands of cyan undead and undead soldiers wearing mysterious steel armor raised their heads.
His eyes focused on the huge castle built of orange flame bricks.
Hades' command was deeply implanted in their hearts and even awakened the undead sleeping in the earth.
Mysterious armor appeared out of thin air and quickly covered their cyan phantom bodies.
For a time, countless bones grew from under the armor, giving these undead substantial bodies.
As the undead soldiers appeared one after another, they quickly formed a neat array and began to patrol this hell world.
The rumble of footsteps spread throughout the underworld and echoed in the deep void.
And Hades was still standing in front of the desk, breathing heavily and staring angrily ahead.
When he felt countless undead soldiers taking action, he slowly closed the paper pad in front of him again.
At the same time, his eyes were still staring at the dull and soulless soul in front of him.
"Uh-huh..."
The dead soul opened its mouth with dark teeth, and a heavy hissing sounded from its throat.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Hades couldn't help but feel a little silent, and stood there thinking.
After he came back, he only remembered to deal with these dead souls.
Now that I think about it carefully, it feels like he has forgotten something particularly important.
"What on earth is going on..."
But Hades thought hard for a long time, but still couldn't remember.
But he had a strong intuition.
It seems like it's time to consider a new hat.
…
The warm golden sunshine passed through the sky and fell on this spring land surrounded by vast snowfields.
Under the sun, the green grass blades sparkle with vitality, while the snow reflects the crystal luster.
On this grassy land, there stands a majestic wooden house made of wooden boards and vines.
There is a wooden table and several exquisitely carved wooden chairs placed around the wooden house.
Erica sat on the wooden chair with a dignified posture and a calm expression.
On the wooden table in front of her stood a dark one-eyed crow.
A teapot with exquisite patterns seemed to be controlled by invisible hands, floating gently, and slowly filled Erica's teacup with tea.
In the air, a voice said softly and politely:
"Please use."
Erica picked up the teacup gracefully and took a sip.
Feeling the warmth flowing from your throat to your stomach, it was a warm feeling that was unimaginable in this hell.
Just when she finished tasting the scented tea, the ethereal and mysterious voice sounded again:
"Sure enough, you are a living person."
ah?
Erica suddenly panicked when she heard this.
Because just now, the strong aura of the garden owner gave her a huge sense of oppression.
Even with Professor Victor by her side, it was difficult for her to calm down immediately.
But now, these sudden words confused her even more.
Was she tempted again?
Why are people in the underworld so scheming?
"But, little girl, you look special."
This time, the mysterious and ethereal voice was a little softer, not as oppressive as before.
"It's just that the person I invited is not you, but the gentleman in you."
"Why don't you dare to appear directly in front of me? Are you afraid of me?"
Hearing this, Erica did not dare to say anything because she knew that the other party was communicating with Professor Victor.
Sure enough, Erica clearly felt that even though she had no intention of speaking, her mouth opened and moved on its own:
"Madam, since you want to see me, why don't you show up in person and let me have a glimpse of you first?"
At this moment, Erica's whole person seemed to have changed.
A confident and cold temperament emanated from her girlish body, which seemed particularly conflicting:
"Are you afraid that others will misunderstand you?"
