Seeing this scene, countless souls looked at each other in bewilderment.

A look of confusion shone through his empty eye sockets, as if he were asking what had happened.

They were simply following the orders of the Queen of the Underworld, moving from the Underworld towards the upper levels of Hell, guided by the light emanating from it.

All the departed souls, in their blind pursuit of the light, endured a long and agonizing burning.

Each of the departed souls suffered such intense pain that they even became somewhat delirious.

After enduring indescribable suffering, they finally survived the entire underworld and arrived at the gates of hell.

When they remembered what the Queen of the Underworld had said, a glimmer of hope appeared in the minds of the departed souls.

"If you wish to be reborn, follow the light all the way to the gates of hell at the end of the underworld."

The speculation sparked by that sentence gave the departed souls a glimmer of hope.

They believed that as long as they passed through the gates of hell, they could be reborn directly.

When they saw the gates of hell with great anticipation, their hearts were filled with excitement.

However, when they got very close, they discovered that the gates of hell were not open.

No one can leave the underworld through the gates of hell without Hades's permission.

Ultimately, they can only wait helplessly at the gates of hell.

In the sweltering heat of waiting, some of the departed souls even considered returning.

However, as soon as this negative thought arises, it's as if they've been summoned by some mysterious force, and their consciousness suddenly becomes hazy.

Once their eyesight was clear, they discovered that they had arrived in the stands of this battlefield of kings.

Surrounded by their fellow dead, they stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, a shout pierced the commotion of the departed souls:

"Look!"

Under the watchful eyes of all, guided by the astonished spirit of the dead.

All the spirits stared intently at this spot, their faces filled with astonishment.

That is the Lord of the Underworld, the king of the entire Underworld!

Hades is now completely engulfed in crimson flames, and a giant fiery shadow even appears behind him.

Almost every ghost recognized it at first glance: Hades was definitely in a fighting state.

Doesn't that mean... we're currently in the trial phase?!

Just as they were about to search for Erica, who was fighting Hades, their gaze swept over the battlefield in front of Hades.

Um?

Where did that human hero go?

Wait a minute!

In that instant, all the departed souls widened their eyes.

They stood frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the crimson armor engulfed in flames.

Many of the dead looked at the armor, their blue bodies trembling uncontrollably, like flames flickering in the wind.

They opened their mouths wide, looking the crimson armor up and down, seemingly too surprised to speak for a moment.

After a long while, these departed souls finally managed to squeeze out a questioning sound from their dry throats:

"Hellfire... that armor burning with hellfire..."

"Could that be... the Hellfire General?"

Astonishment and surging joy surged within them like a tidal wave, igniting a flame of hope in their long-restless hearts.

At that moment, a smile appeared on the face of every departed soul.

Though faint, it was full of hope.

In their hearts, the Hellfire General represents hope.

When humanity struggles against the gods, the battle lines are drawn, and hope is fading away.

The appearance of this armor signifies the arrival of a hero.

They are true human heroes, and this Hellfire General is their leader.

Once the crimson armor appears, people can rekindle the flame of hope, no matter how desperate their situation.

And now, we see the familiar Hellfire Armor reappear in the Underworld.

The passion that these departed souls had kept hidden for a thousand years burst forth in the night sky like crackling fireworks.

They're back! They're all back!

No wonder the Queen of the Underworld said they still had a chance to leave the Underworld and return to the world of men.

Is General Hellfire about to lead them in another battle against the gods?

In an instant, this thought spread through the minds of all the departed souls.

A cheer erupted like a tidal wave, so strong that it made the flames in the surrounding whirlwind tremble slightly.

The sound waves spread throughout the void, almost engulfing the entire battlefield of kings.

Hades listened to the cheers around him, glanced briefly at the jubilant ghosts, and gave a faint, cold snort.

"Do you really enjoy basking in the cheers of others?"

Upon hearing this, Viktor simply responded with a curt reply.

"If there were no audience, who would know I beat you?"

However, the large audience was indeed thanks to Hades.

After all, most of these souls wander aimlessly in hell.

And if it weren't for Erica's repeated trials in hell that deepened their impression.

They won't even gather in the underworld because it's the gimmick of this being the final trial.

They wouldn't listen to Persephone's words, enduring the pain all the way to the abyss for that faint hope.

The fact that these souls are able to gather here today is all thanks to Victor's meticulous planning time and time again.

And now,

Vega, perched on Viktor's shoulder, slightly opened her eyes, listening to the chaotic, deafening cheers that filled her ears.

It glanced around at the countless souls of the dead, engrossed in fanatical worship, atop the black platform, and couldn't help but chuckle as it said:

"Use everyone as your pawns."

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