Orange light burst forth from the blazing gate hidden in the sandstorm.
Above the massive mechanical door, fierce flames surged and churned as if they were alive.
Sparks flew continuously between the mechanical gears, the flames seeming to stretch their necks, as if trying to leave their mark on Viktor's arm.
Vega, who was on the shoulder, felt the heat and squinted his eyes slightly.
Staring at the bursting orange-red flames, a flickering light reflected in his eyes.
It slowly opened its mouth, its hoarse vocal cords tugging at the air:
"This is the real underworld."
The underworld, as its name suggests, is the final resting place for all living things after they die.
The gates of hell before us are the gateway to the underworld.
Once its gates are opened, it means that a special path will be temporarily opened between the underworld and the human world.
But this road is fraught with danger.
The fiery demons, the merciless steel, and the terrifying three-headed hound.
This undoubtedly poses a tremendous test for all those who attempt to enter hell.
The hollow clanging of chains echoed all around, and the howls of the souls consumed by flames shook the surrounding air.
The deep, guttural growls of the three-headed hounds were truly terrifying.
Vega's heart was filled with turmoil, and a long-lost feeling quietly awakened in his heart.
The gates of hell haven't been opened for a long time.
How did Victor find the entrance to the Gates of Hell?
Oh...yes, that makes sense.
After all, it was Victor; it wasn't surprised that he had found this place.
Now, Vega slightly shook the feathers on his body, his eyes becoming serious.
But now it is very curious about who Victor's father was, that he could hide a gate to hell in his own grave.
"Victor, are you really going in?"
Its tone became much calmer than usual, and its hoarse voice even made people feel a little at ease.
Victor stood still, letting the scorching heat waves erupting from the Gates of Hell whip his trench coat around.
His gaze was fixed on the gates of hell, the crimson flames illuminating his black eyes.
There are two ways to enter hell.
First, find the gates of hell.
Gates of Hell will appear randomly in many places around the world, but they will generally appear in places with a high number of death and ghosts.
As long as the player's level is above 50 and Hell believes that the player is in a state of death.
Then you can welcome the door as it opens and step inside.
However, the player does not actually die.
Therefore, the only way to explore Hell is to confuse it by having a necromancer cast spells imbued with the aura of death.
Or they could use props to simulate a death state.
The second method is universally applicable to all players.
Find the abyss and enter the 101st floor—[Tartarus]
Victor gazed into the depths of the Gates of Hell, where, behind the gates, the three-headed hellhound, engulfed in flames, uttered a low, menacing warning as it faced a formidable foe.
Have you ever considered adding an animal to your followers' group?
Vega was a little confused; it hadn't yet realized what Victor meant.
"What...animal?"
The next second, Victor took a step forward with Vega.
Instantly, the eerie green soul fire climbed up Victor's body.
Green light flowed over his body, and flames roared from his limbs.
Beneath the blazing flames, his figure, enveloped in eerie green fire, resembled a star in the daytime.
In this state, they stepped into the gates of hell.
As the figure completely disappeared, the smoke and dust on both sides of the gates of hell gradually dissipated.
Like the steel jaws of a mechanical behemoth colliding repeatedly, the steel core resounded with a thud, and hidden flames constantly burst forth.
A faint light flickered from the hole high in the doorway, and the waving light was accompanied by low, distorted laughter.
The endless flames that rushed towards them were completely absorbed by the giant maw, forming a vortex of fire that swayed rapidly in the air.
A massive, blazing light swirled in the sky, as if a gigantic maw was tearing the entire world apart and devouring it.
Soon, the gates of hell, like a colossal beast, began to shatter, the steel collapsed, and the flames gradually dissipated.
The world around us returned to calm, and the rising dust quietly subsided.
The surrounding palaces remained unharmed, as if nothing had happened.
...
Meanwhile, the standoff between Helnason and the Crimson Armor was not yet over.
Helnarson's hands swung back and forth, tracing paths in the air, his breath flowing like two rivers across his arms, forming a circular outline.
As the crimson spear hurtled toward him with afterimages, Helnason forcefully pushed it away each time it struck.
With agile movements, power flowed through his breath.
It was as if boundless power was bursting forth with every breath.
The surrounding dust was stirred up high, and the solid ground beneath their feet shattered under this force.
Dogalon's crimson figure darted swiftly across the open space.
Each thrust of the spear, carrying a sharp gust of air, attempted to pierce Helnason's body, but each time it was simply blocked.
Just as the Dogalon spear was about to strike again, Helnason suddenly grabbed the tip of the spear.
At the same time, flip your palm horizontally and strike the opponent's chest.
Bang--!
The immense power of this palm strike caused even the armor to vibrate.
The force pierced through the steel, smashing the distant red floor and creating a fan-shaped crack.
The spear pierced the earth, and Dogalon bent his body, struggling to tear a line of dust from the ground, preparing to strike again.
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