A ghostly green mist, a symbol of death, slowly rose from the silent earth, mingling with the rising flames.
Countless skeletal warriors of various shapes, wielding weapons, formed a verdant dead sea enveloped in ethereal ghostly flames.
The ghostly green flames of those skeletal warriors flickered wildly in the void, and the weapons in their hands were also stained with a ghostly green by this deathly power.
Each skeleton of a white-boned warrior trembled slightly.
That was an inescapable fighting spirit, like a sharp double-edged sword, suspended between cold, hard bone fragments.
Before them stretched a crimson plain of souls.
Each of the burly undead warriors held a massive, black club with sharp spikes in its hand.
Their eyes burned with intense heat, like the fury of flames.
The soul's body trembled violently under the pressure of suppressed impulses, revealing a chaotic and frenzied aura.
The two sides confronted each other, their flames and smoke colliding and creating a thrilling spectacle.
A heavy wind swept across the entire battlefield of the king, disturbing the surrounding flames, which twisted and turned in the air like fire dragons.
Hades stood before the fierce Plains of the Dead, his brows furrowed as he looked at Victor.
At this moment, the eerie green soul fire rising behind Victor almost shook the entire sea of bones.
For some reason, the more he looked at the skeletons, the more familiar they seemed.
I had already sensed this when I saw the skeleton warriors suddenly launching their attack.
However, he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.
However, the sheer number of bone warriors Viktor has summoned is so astonishing that he has had to stop and examine the situation.
He was secretly shocked when he saw it.
These nearly 100,000 skeleton warriors, aren't they the 100,000 humans who were forced to be imprisoned in the deepest part of hell to participate in the trials?
When did Viktor take them all?
Hades suddenly remembered the scene when Victor first came to Hell and insisted on taking away his beloved dog.
As he left, a gate of the dead, also surging with eerie green soul fire, appeared behind him.
And the door that had just been there opened as well.
Indeed, Victor does possess some kind of magical ability to control the souls of the dead.
So when they went to the Bronze Fortress prison to find Thanatos last time, it wasn't simply to cause him trouble.
This guy secretly entered the lowest level of the hellish prison and claimed all the skeleton warriors in the bone arena for himself.
Hades looked ahead, exhaled deeply, and turned his gaze to Victor:
"call."
"I didn't expect that you could even control them."
He glanced at the blue-clad ghosts seated atop the black platforms.
When I saw Victor summon those skeleton warriors.
They went from being bewildered at first to becoming increasingly agitated, and finally, a frenzied cheer erupted like a tidal wave.
boom--
For a moment, cheers thundered in his ears.
But Hades did not stop them, because he understood the meaning behind the cheers of the dead.
Finally, his gaze returned to him, and he looked at Viktor seriously:
"So, do you know why they became like this, and why they are locked up at the very bottom of hell?"
In fact, those who witnessed the trials of hell have always had a question about this matter.
Why are the trials of hell so cruel and merciless?
The victors can draw strength from it, but the losers can only swallow the bitter pill, their souls forever tormented by the flames.
Even their souls were trapped within those bones that were already dead beyond any hope of survival.
To be forever condemned to the void at the bottom of that hell.
Even the skeletal remains transformed into an arena, their former obsessions turning into an endless thirst for battle, constantly clashing and killing each other.
"Because that's the cruelty of hell."
Hades brandished his spear, the crimson flames leaving a charred trail in the air.
A fierce heatwave swept across the surroundings and crashed onto the dark platform.
He stood upright, looking down at Victor.
"Don't mistake this place for a place of mercy."
He said coldly:
"Only the victors have the means to survive, while the losers have no chance to start over."
As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly raised his spear, pointing it at Viktor's face, and shouted sharply:
"In my country, only the victors have a voice."
"Since you want to free them, then show us what you're capable of."
At that moment, the fiery phantom behind Hades trembled violently.
It raised its crimson giant arm, orange-red flames gathering in the center of its palm, and scorching waves of air rolled back in.
Immediately afterwards, a blazing horn formed from the shadows of countless beast heads appeared in the giant phantom's hand.
The phantom placed the horn to its mouth, its chest bulging and full.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The heavy bugle call resounded, and the terrifying sound waves that swept in all directions swept away the endless scorching flames.
At the same time, Hades brandished his spear and coldly shouted:
"Leave no one alive."
With a deafening roar, a sea of orange-colored souls surged forth.
They brandished their jet-black clubs, their eyes burning with fierce flames, and surged forward.
Seeing this scene, Victor's sea of skeletons also became restless.
The last row of hundreds of skeleton warriors generously and heroically tore off their own ribs and struck them against their bodies.
The clanging and ringing sound was like the beating of drums before a massive battle.
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