His bones were faintly visible in the firelight.
His body was shrouded in ghostly mist, and the broken bones at his waist emitted a faint green light.
His skull was engulfed in flames, and two intense flames flickered in his empty eye sockets.
The next moment, a strange, eerie green rift tore open in the dark space behind him.
It was like a gateway to the world of death, quietly unfolding.
Behind the door, a million ferocious, howling undead warriors were engulfed in flames, roaring incessantly.
Those are souls brought from hell; each one was once a warrior who resisted the gods.
And now, they have been brought back to the world.
"What you said may not be entirely unreasonable."
Viktor slowly stretched out his hand, and a dark magic tower appeared in his palm.
Immediately following, a stream of light suddenly appeared, and six dazzling magic rings surrounded the magic tower, constantly intertwining and rotating.
On either side of the Gate of the Dead, countless enormous and eerie Dharma wheels suddenly appeared, spinning rapidly in the air.
Immediately afterwards, six enormous, mountain-like demons descended from within.
They stood behind Viktor, each emanating a heavy aura of negativity.
Greed, wrath, sloth, envy, gluttony, pride
They opened their eyes simultaneously, their scarlet gaze dispelling the surrounding darkness.
A terrible wave of negative emotions swept through the shattered city like a storm.
Chaotic and distorted extreme emotions surged forward, overwhelming everything in their path.
Before this evil and chaos, he was like a chanter of death.
He slowly lowered his head, his fine hair obscuring his dark eyes.
"After all, I am—"
But a hint of coldness could still be glimpsed from the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.
"A lackey of the evil god."
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