Astonishment replaced the previous anxiety and worry.
Why did these skeletal warriors suddenly stop moving?
Suddenly, the surrounding tranquility was broken by a gentle breeze.
A gentle breeze swept across the golden wheat field, causing countless golden ears of wheat to sway.
It was as if waves of brilliant golden light had been stirred up on this fertile land.
At that moment, countless ears of wheat swayed their bodies.
At that moment, Victor flipped his arm that was hanging in the air.
"I know that each of you was once a warrior who fought for the fate of humanity."
"Your names should have been recorded in history."
Viktor had completely entered the state of a necromancer; even his voice had become hollow and light.
It was as if the call was coming from all directions, from afar.
The sound reached the ears of every skeletal warrior, but they remained unresponsive due to their depleted sanity.
Viktor seemed unconcerned by their stunned silence, and continued calmly:
“You are very unwilling to accept this.”
"They also came to the underworld to participate in the trials, but were bound by the rules due to their failure."
Even if their bodies perish, they will not find liberation; their souls will be trapped within their bones.
It's as if the label of "loser" is completely etched onto them and can't be washed away.
But the skeletons still did not react.
They have lost consciousness and cannot be awakened by simple words.
"I will give you the chance to be free, the chance to die, to wash away your resentment."
"But now."
He pressed his palm down slightly.
As his arm slowly descended, an immense pressure suddenly crashed down on the surrounding wheat field.
A loud booming sound swept through the surrounding space, and the deafening explosion reverberated throughout the golden wheat field.
All the skeletal warriors seemed to be bearing the weight of a colossal boulder on their shoulders.
They descended the steps, kneeling down on one knee in droves.
Regardless of size, they all smashed deep dents into the steps beneath their feet.
Even the head that had previously let out a ferocious roar now hung heavily, without any strength to lift it.
This scene made Erica, who was standing next to her, cover her mouth, her eyes wide with astonishment.
Viktor simply stood there quietly, head down, coldly watching them.
"In my field."
"You must submit and be at my beck and call."
...
The pitch-black bronze fortress had completely opened its massive bronze doors, and waves of scorching heat continued to surge from its depths.
Hades and Persephone entered the dilapidated copper fortress together.
Hades frowned upon seeing the scene before him.
This pitch-black space was filled with extremely dense fire elements.
The burning crimson flames crackled and flickered on the shattered disc-shaped ground.
Clearly, a battle has just taken place here.
The color of the flames burning all around was completely different from Hades' hellfire.
Hades, as the King of the Underworld, is also skilled at manipulating fire, but the flames he commands are the hellfires that permeate the Underworld.
But on the shattered earth deep within this copper fortress, burning are real natural flames.
It even carried a hint of life.
Just as he had felt outside the Copper Fortress.
"It's a bit weak."
Hades made a comment.
Just now, while fighting the fire outside the prison, he had noticed that the flames covering the natural flowerbeds were not as intense as Viktor's.
Although the fire was still intense, it was significantly weaker than when Victor first engaged in combat.
Those dog thieves are masters of violence; they could easily bombard and destroy an entire area.
Could it be that Viktor wasn't behind this fight?
This thought crossed his mind.
After all, Viktor and that human girl are one body with two souls, so it's really hard to say who did it.
Upon seeing the scene before her, Persephone lifted her skirt and hurriedly ran towards the center of the battlefield.
Her light steps moved through the flames, but the natural fires seemed to have no effect on her, the goddess of eternal spring.
On the contrary, it seemed to give her even more strength.
This increase in power is very obvious, and can even be visually felt from the changes in the contours of her chest.
Yes, it's gotten quite a bit bigger.
But Persephone paid no attention to this; her attention was completely drawn to a tattered black cloak still burning on the ground.
"Oh, how pitiful."
She sighed softly, "Well, it seems there's still hope for this poor Grim Reaper."
As she spoke, she stretched out her fair arm and waved it gently in the air, from which a green seed floated out of her palm.
The moment the seed touched the cloak, its lush green vines began to grow rapidly.
It tightly wrapped around the cloak and grew rapidly.
The thick vines stood on the broken earth, and suddenly a crack appeared.
A crisp snapping sound and the patter of water droplets hitting the ground rang out.
A figure enveloped in vine slime slowly emerged from it and finally landed on the ground.
The dark, illusory shadow trembled slightly, flicking the sticky sap from the vines into the deep darkness.
That is Thanatos.
It straightened up again, its black, ghostly fist clenched tightly beneath its cloak, its eyes gleaming uneasily in the darkness.
But as soon as it looked up, it was shocked to find Persephone standing quietly in front of it.
Hades, with a solemn expression, was also nearby.
Upon seeing Thanatos's recovery, Persephone's expression turned cold.
As if interrogating it, he coldly asked:
“Very good, Thanatos.”
"Now, let's find out what you've done."
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