The orange hellfire seemed to transform into a terrifying cage composed of countless hideous ghosts, completely engulfing the crimson armor.
Even the joints of the armor were pierced by scorching flames, those flames as majestic as a lion's mane.
The surface of the red armor was covered with lava-like stripes, radiating an intense, scorching heat.
With each breath, the surrounding still air seemed to ripple as if it were being scorched.
The earth beneath the raging fire was scorched red, while the surrounding deep darkness gradually receded as the fire continued to approach.
As it dispelled the darkness, it also slowly etched a hideous ghost image onto Viktor's chest.
Victor stood in the center of the dark palace and slowly raised his head.
Even the demon on its chest seemed to raise its burning eyes, radiating an aura of death and madness.
He stared intently at the enormous goddess of night before him.
Nyx stared wide-eyed at the violent and chaotic Hellfire Knight before him.
Even her hands, which were hanging down to her lower abdomen, were slightly raised because of the burning sensation.
"Why do you possess this armor?"
This armor was created by Hades of the Underworld to give the heroes of Hell the power to fight against the Heavenly Realm.
Each piece of armor was forged from the deepest scorched soul rock of Hellfire and then tempered with the lava from the deepest part of the Underworld.
Only heroes among humankind are qualified to wear it.
Now, Nyx narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the armor before him engraved with patterns of ghostly lava.
She knew that only legendary generals among the heroes of Hell deserved such equipment.
These heroes, known as the 'Hellfire Generals,' were personally chosen by Hades to lead different human heroes in their fight against the heavens.
How did this important piece of armor fall into the hands of this human?
Although to their gods, this armor was merely a tool made with divine power.
The so-called battle between a thousand heroes and celestial heroes was merely a game in the eyes of the gods.
But this armor has extraordinary significance.
Anyone who puts on this armor can walk freely anywhere in hell.
For the wearer of armor, there are no forbidden places in hell.
This right is the highest honor and respect that Hades bestows upon the Hellfire General.
They bravely sacrificed themselves in the war against the heavens and could not be reincarnated.
Therefore, the wandering souls on the edge of the underworld deeply revered these heroes of hell.
Each and every one of them was a noble warrior who sacrificed their flesh and soul for the liberation of humanity.
"Could it be that you are a descendant of that general?"
Nyx's emotionless yet ethereal voice drifted down from the starry sky.
She herself was unwilling to believe this possibility.
If Victor is indeed a descendant of that general, he should be respected and worshipped when he enters the underworld.
Even Hades would treat him kindly.
He absolutely could not be a 'virus'.
Realizing this, Nyx's calm, lake-like eyes gradually narrowed.
She looked down at the burning red armor on Viktor's body, her eyes seemingly covered with a layer of frost.
In her eyes, even humans wearing this armor appeared incredibly small.
so--
"You are merely a thief who stole the power of this armor."
Upon hearing this, Viktor, hidden beneath his helmet, suddenly gleamed with a bright light, and a streak of crimson flame flashed forth.
He did not refute it because Nyx was not wrong.
He did indeed "steal" the right to use the armor.
Viktor initially wanted to test whether the armor was usable.
The final result did not disappoint him; he was unable to use it.
Because of the restrictions imposed on this armor, only descendants of the Clevner family can use it.
So at that moment, all the speculation vanished.
Victor has provided solid evidence that he has no connection whatsoever with the Clevina family.
He was adopted.
"Before considering that I am a thief, why don't you think about how I obtained the right to use this armor in the first place?"
Beneath the flaming helmet, Victor's voice sounded deep and muffled, carrying a hint of heat.
By normal means, Viktor indeed cannot use this armor.
However, in order to return to the underworld, Cerberus bit through the helmet of his armor.
This caused the hellish power within the armor to leak out, turning it into ordinary armor.
Then, before Lia entered the Gates of Hell for the first time, her armor was taken with her.
And coincidentally, although Viktor was in spirit form at the time, he was able to continuously use a special mechanism unique to him—
[Player Backpack]
This magical backpack ignores all rules, allowing Viktor to put anything that is classified as an item into it.
Even this armor is no exception.
However, without the power of hell, the armor is nothing more than a pile of ordinary scrap metal.
Therefore, this armor needs to be reforged.
To restore this armor to its former glory, it must be tempered with the hellfire from the deepest part of the underworld.
The problem is that without the armor, Victor cannot travel to the deepest part of the Underworld.
But if he could wear the armor, Victor wouldn't need to go to the lowest level of the Underworld to temper it.
This is also a dead end.
So Viktor chose another dangerous, but extremely practical, method.
"I think I need to express my gratitude to Pluto."
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