The countless souls who witnessed this scene cheered, as if they were thrilled by Erica's brilliant performance.
The audience members, their blue souls swaying, occupied almost half of the seats.
In this bustling seating area, the only place of peace and quiet is the very center of the audience.
There were two enormous, deep red chairs placed there.
Hades sat there, watching everything that was happening in the arena below, his beard bristling and eyes wide with rage.
His dark eyebrows were furrowed, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open.
His thick, bluish hand clenched into a fist, and he slammed it onto the armrest of the chair, gritting his teeth.
"How infuriating! Does this damned human even know what will happen if the trial is initiated?"
Once the trial begins, the entire underworld will change.
The once harmonious and peaceful underworld will be transformed into a massive arena.
Every corner of the underworld will no longer be peaceful, but filled with crisis and terror.
The fires of hell will engulf the entire underworld.
All of this is to give the trial participants a challenge.
But Hades could not stop the process, because the “trial” was also part of the “rules”.
Therefore, Hades had no choice but to hide the entrance to the trial.
But he never expected that he would eventually be found by the dog thief and the human girl by chance.
Isn't this my house? How did they find it?
Persephone, sitting beside Hades, smiled dignifiedly and gently at Hades and said:
"Don't worry, don't worry~ Maybe they really can pass the trial?"
Upon hearing this, Hades let out a sudden sigh.
He knew that the cunning dog thief was likely to pass the trial, which was why he initially rejected them.
“Passing the trial is not a good thing, madam.”
Hades' gaze fell on Erica below.
She nimbly tumbled and dodged through the trial passage, frequently avoiding the constantly attacking dark afterimages.
The blazing fire serpent that once coiled around the head of the dead has vanished without a trace.
“Those gods will mistakenly think that we are harboring resentment and want to wage war against them.”
Since we live in a time of peace, why does Hell still need to summon human heroes?
You should know that those petty gods are watching them all the time.
"But they had already taken action ahead of time and no longer took us seriously."
"Isn't that so?"
Persephone gently turned her head and looked at Hades with her gentle gaze.
Feeling his wife's gaze, Hades narrowed his eyes and sighed deeply.
He knew what Persephone was referring to.
Those millions of souls, prepared by the gods, whose purpose is unknown.
Persephone continued to look at Hades gently, her words as soft as a spring breeze brushing against Hades' ears.
"I wonder who it was that dared to take me away in front of so many gods."
"The Hades I know is not a cowardly god."
Upon hearing this, Hades awkwardly reached out and scratched his cheek.
He didn't dare to respond, but Persephone's words had already taken deep root in his heart.
Then, his gaze returned to the center of the arena.
"It's a pity if it's only this level."
"She won't be able to pass the next 'brutal' trial."
Erica tumbled across the steel mesh, dodging a barrage of chaotic attacks.
She lay prone, panting, but her gaze remained fixed intently ahead.
Now, this trial, which has just begun, has entered its more difficult second phase.
She passed the first minute with ease.
But now, Erica has to retract her previous disdain.
This trial is by no means easy.
[Persist for ten minutes]
This is the requirement for the second trial.
Moreover, this time it wasn't just ten times longer.
Even the number of those dead souls and the ferocity of their attacks increased tenfold.
Faced with such a dense offensive, Erica could barely catch her breath.
But thanks to her keen combat instincts, she managed to dodge the frequent and fierce attacks that came like a torrential downpour.
bite--
A crisp bell rang out, piercing the air, and all the menacing spirits sank back into the earth, vanishing without a trace.
Even the iron maces in their hands fell into the fiery abyss.
Erica passed the second trial, but there was no smile on her face.
All I felt was a profound sense of exhaustion.
She was covered in sweat, and her limbs ached terribly.
Erica struggled to lift her head, looking at the red letters that read "Ten Minutes" high in the sky, and silently thought to herself:
'It should... be over by now.'
But the next moment, Erica froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Her eyes widened, her pupils trembling.
Because the crimson writing reignited and changed its appearance once more.
[Persist for 100 minutes]
At the same time, her gaze vacantly swept across the entire arena.
In an instant, an orange body emerged from beneath the steel, consisting of a hundred times the number of the original souls.
The wolf-tooth iron clubs rose again from the abyss and fell onto their broad palms.
They stood densely packed in the fiery arena, their fierce, one-eyed gazes all fixed on Erica.
It was like a vibrant, orange ocean of souls.
Fierce, terrifying, cruel.
The surrounding stands erupted in cheers that could shake the entire underworld, seemingly encouraging the trial participants to work even harder.
Hearing the cheers coming from all directions and seeing the threatening scene before her, Erica felt a strong sense of despair.
She slowly lowered her head, her mind heavy.
Sure enough, this was a trial.
Is it possible that she can never pass this test by herself?
Erica then closed her eyes as if giving up, as if accepting her defeat.
The cheers around them, and the approaching movements of the undead.
It felt as if the terrifying sea of undead would engulf her at any moment.
They pulverized her, cruelly turning her into minced meat.
However, just a few seconds later, she looked up again.
With a gentle pinch of her fingers, a beam of azure magical light swept across her body, carrying away the sweat.
Erica casually put her hands in her pockets, her gaze turning cold and indifferent.
Her indifferent gaze swept over the thousands of souls, and she spoke calmly:
"Hmm... this quantity?"
Finally, Erica slowly raised her gaze and it landed on Hades in the center of the stands in the sky.
A slight smile played on her lips, accompanied by a strong sense of confidence radiating from her face.
That's it?
"How can I lose?"
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