He's also greedy.
Erica thought to herself.
Charon, who had been waiting for a long time without seeing Erica board the ship, was also preparing to row away from the place.
As soon as the other person turned around, Erica immediately saw an opportunity.
She casually stole the purse overflowing with gold coins from Charon's waist.
result……
Erica was panting heavily, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her whole body was engulfed in intense pain, and her vision was even somewhat blurred.
The boatman's strength was terrifyingly powerful.
The transparent deck beneath her feet was Charon's ship.
Erica was forcibly taken aboard the ship by Charon's angry summons.
In an instant, the transparent ship rapidly expanded to hundreds of times its original size.
It lies silently across the River Styx, almost completely covering the deep waters.
Charon appears to have forcibly turned the ship into a battlefield.
Initially, Erica was pleased that the other side had abandoned their cramped ships and deliberately expanded the battleground.
But soon she realized that her smugness was completely unnecessary.
Because the enlarged ship did not give her any advantage.
Charon showed her what real brick-throwing power was.
Just as Erica was lost in thought, the obese Charon casually raised his skeletal arm adorned with five gold rings and swung the oar in his hand.
Erica's eyes widened as she quickly scanned her surroundings.
The next moment, the attack came in quick succession.
The dark purple blunt weapon sliced across most of the battlefield, even leaving a broken, void-like rift in the transparent deck.
Erica bent over and rolled forward quickly.
The fierce gust of wind stirred up by the blunt weapon smashed and shattered the few strands of her still-falling golden hair.
Before Erica could even finish tumbling and regain her footing, Charon raised his oar and violently slammed the bottom of the heavy oar against the transparent hull.
At that moment, the golden head and the gold coin pouch hanging on Charon collided with a deafening roar that tore through space.
Even the transparent deck was shaken by a dark purple force of gravity.
Erica channeled her inner energy, unleashing a wave of energy in front of her.
But her frail Wind Spear, crushed by gravity, was reduced to a mere Wind Arrow.
The needle struck Charon's golden purse, leaving only a tiny hole.
She herself was thrown back by the recoil, thus avoiding the attack range of the dark gravity and sound waves.
Taking advantage of a brief lull in the battle, Erica disregarded the bloodstains on her body caused by being dragged, and dark brown magic surged in her hands.
She conjured countless massive, rotating rocks out of thin air and hurled them at Charon like a hail of bullets in a storm.
But the next second, Charon's eyes, burning with ghostly energy, shone with a bright and eerie light.
The golden head hanging on its body also seemed to be revived, bursting out with the same blazing flames.
These golden heads seemed to come alive, floating up from Charon's waist and colliding with each other, producing a crisp metallic echo.
At that moment, countless dark, flowing ghostly flames surged forth above the River Styx.
They shattered and fell like dreamlike purple stars, filling the empty space above the ship.
Guided by the crisp sound, these ghostly flames seemed to come to life, approaching Erica with a chilling aura.
Erica could only unleash a powerful impact by relying on the interplay of the elements in her hands.
To avoid these attacks, one must minimize self-damage and gain maximum displacement.
Even in the brief moments between evasions, she continued to unleash crimson fireballs, launching them at Charon and striking his skeletal body.
Charon watched the fireballs hurtling towards him, but he didn't even try to dodge, letting them pour into his body.
The intense flames burned fiercely, but only lasted a short while before quickly dissipating.
Charon's body swayed slightly, the gold coins on his body clinking as he easily deflected the magical attacks.
We can't beat them, we can't beat them at all.
Erica, panting heavily, looked around at the shore where various ghosts were watching, anxiously searching for a way to break free.
Standing by the boat, Vega looked at Erica's disheveled state and couldn't help but have a mental conversation with Victor:
"I'm saying, aren't you going to help out?"
After a moment of silence, Viktor's calm inner voice resonated in Vega's mind:
"If she can't even beat a boatman, then all our efforts over the past few months have been wasted."
"Then we won't have to leave the underworld."
It would be better to die in the underworld.
Yes, after several months, Erica has challenged the trial nine times in a row.
Although she failed each trial, Viktor had blasted the Underworld nine times in a row.
Hades, the god of the underworld, went from becoming increasingly fierce in each battle to gradually becoming numb in the end.
Watching the underworld being covered by nature, palaces collapsing, and lava evaporating.
He remained indifferent even when his favorite lava daffodils withered and died.
Fine, let them blow it up if they want.
Now, this Lord of the Underworld only wants Victor to get out of the Underworld as soon as possible.
But Victor also hopes that Erica can pass the trial directly, so she must defeat the boatman in front of her by herself.
Otherwise, this tenth trial...
"We're about to face Hades in his complete form."
"Viktor said calmly."
Hades in his full form would never give him another chance to hold back.
Vega understood this, so he chose to remain silent and say no more.
"And, Erica's eighteenth birthday is just around the corner."
Upon hearing this, Vega paused for a moment, then widened its single, round eye.
It took it a while to realize what was happening, and it blinked in confusion.
Erica is eighteen years old?
"What do you mean?"
"She's going to get it legal?"
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