At that moment, a chaotic and frantic wail echoed from a palace with a deep red curtain hanging down.
The jet-black floor, gilded with gold patterns, appeared particularly eerie under the crimson light.
A grotesque and terrifying ghost swirled rapidly in mid-air in the center of the palace, emitting a piercing roar.
It floated in the air, but after flying a few meters, it suddenly crashed into the edge of a cage made of orange flames.
The intense heat of the hellfire stimulated the soul, causing it to roar even more frantically.
The withered, thin arms stretched desperately out of the cage, trying to grab the giant in front of them.
In front of this fiery cage sat a giant, gilded writing desk.
Hades, the lord of the underworld, was sitting in a deep red plush chair behind his desk.
He propped his pale face up with one hand, placed the other on his chest, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers from time to time.
Hades frowned, observing the mad, vengeful spirits before him with a hint of boredom.
The crazed and ferocious souls before me were the ones I had just snatched from the millions of souls that had flooded into hell.
It seemed to be formed by the combination of several skeletal souls, its thin, withered arms stretching out in all directions like bare branches in winter.
The forms of the souls constantly shifted in the air, as if they were intertwined and trying to separate from each other.
Driven by madness, these unconscious souls poured out their wails upon Hades, making the entire palace extremely agitated.
Hades frowned.
With a wave of his hand, the crimson spear traced a golden arc in the air, easily piercing through the body of that hideous soul.
In an instant, the illusory skeleton was cut in half at the waist, turning into several light ripples that dissipated in all directions.
The spear slowly fell, but Hades' gaze remained fixed on the cage.
Before long, the shattered and scattered massive soul reassembled from the four directions, forming the chaotic and frenzied appearance it had before.
The chaotic ghost stretched out its deformed body once more, unleashing a long, piercing scream.
Hades ignored the lingering spirit before him and lowered his head to write it down in the papyrus notebook on his desk:
These kinds of spirits are immortal and indestructible; no means can eliminate them.
Each time they dissipate, they turn into orange mist, reshape their bodies within seconds, and reappear in the original space.
It's like...
"Just like a god."
Hades muttered to himself, his pen stopping at the last stroke of the notebook.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes slightly narrowed, gazing at the soul of the deceased who had served as an experimental subject.
If Hades had to find a being similar to the souls before him, the only ones he could think of were the gods who lived in the heavens.
And himself.
The gods possess the quality of immortality; no matter what challenges they face, they will never truly die.
Like Hades himself, he was even able to unleash his own immense power even in death.
He had never seen anything that could threaten his life.
Even though his current power is only one-tenth of his full strength.
As Hades was thinking, he suddenly remembered Victor, who had just fought him.
My mind started to wander.
If any human could truly threaten his life, the dog thief would be the most likely culprit.
Hades couldn't help but sneer.
He will not let that dog thief get away with it easily.
However, it seems that Hades has realized something.
These millions of souls released into hell are likely unrelated to that despicable dog thief.
To be able to collect so many immortal souls...
Hades didn't doubt whether Victor had the ability; it's just that such an immortal soul is almost impossible to appear in the human world.
Each of these departed souls possessed godlike qualities.
Given the opportunity, they even have the potential to become gods, replacing those noble deities far beyond the world.
Hades couldn't help but think that the source of these souls was probably those heavenly gods who only cared about their own interests.
"Is it another one of those gods' plans?"
Hades gripped the pen tightly in his hand, the force of which caused the pure gold pen to bend slightly.
Since he separated from the gods in the heavens, Hades has never had any contact with them again.
This has led to a delicate stalemate between the celestial realm and the underworld, where there is outward peace but inward disdain for each other.
After all, celestial deities cannot descend to the underworld, nor can underworld deities ascend to the celestial realm. Thus, the two sides remained locked in a stalemate.
Now, he has settled down and is too lazy to fight with the gods of heaven.
He is now a married god, living a carefree life in the underworld.
However, the gods in the heavens seem to still be considering stirring up trouble, harboring resentment towards the stalemate between the two realms.
And now, these dead souls have suddenly invaded his territory.
Hades couldn't help but think that this was something that human had done on purpose.
Although he couldn't figure out the other party's purpose for the time being, he had to deal with the immediate problem first.
These millions of immortal souls that suddenly intrude into hell must be strictly controlled.
Otherwise, once these wandering souls are scattered throughout every corner of hell...
All the spirits of the underworld will live in a world filled with pain and wailing, and the entire underworld will lose its peace.
Because these spirits are immortal, they cannot be destroyed by ordinary means, making the process extremely difficult.
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