Viktor, drawing the attention of countless viewers, slowly raised his arm and held his helmet high.
In the sky, under the projection of that water curtain prism,
The helmet in Victor's hand seemed to be enveloped in a crimson flame.
Blazing flames erupted around the helmet, shooting straight into the sky like a wildly swaying serpent.
The heatwave surged high into the sky along with the flames, adding a layer of intense heat to the already dry air.
"[The emperor who commands the souls of the dead, the lord residing in the scorching black city, begs you to temporarily depart from the void.]"
As Viktor's voice calmly echoed across the arena, countless spectators were drawn to this peculiar chant.
They were extremely puzzled by Viktor's behavior.
Viktor, why are you suddenly chanting?
"[Emperor who has fallen to the underworld, your will has pierced the barrier and is on the verge of collapse.]"
Immediately afterwards, crimson magic seemed to surge from around Viktor's body, quickly drawing an evil array on the ground beneath his feet.
A black pentagram emerged from the center of the expanding ring.
Ancient and profound runes interlocked and connected, emerging from the earth.
The flames twisted and writhed from the helmet, landing at the edge of the formation.
Thousands of magic array patterns intertwined and rose in the center of the formation, forming a crimson vine.
They twist and turn into bundles, weaving together and gradually enveloping every inch of the floating magic.
In the center of the magic circle, a burly figure constructed from layers of magical energy slowly appeared.
Although the figure was not yet fully formed, the extremely chaotic aura of death was already overwhelming the audience.
At a single glance, one can feel the chilling coldness and merciless heat of death penetrating straight to the soul.
It was as if a god who had emerged from hell had been summoned.
A god who emerged from hell, could it be...?
Everyone in the room thought of a god.
They recalled the god in the arena of gods, who was sworn brothers with the King of the Sky yet stood in opposition to him.
At that moment, the faces of countless spectators changed drastically, filled with terror.
The gods on the human side were already struggling when fighting against the gods on Victor's side.
If Hades were to join the battle, would they still have a chance of winning?
That god-king was different from the ordinary gods who had been turned by Victor.
He had long harbored a deep hatred for the King of the Sky.
Although the specific details are unknown to these ordinary people.
But the hatred of having one's wife stolen is something that everyone can see.
However, even if one senses a great crisis, it is of no use.
This only increases their anxiety, and a strong sense of powerlessness pervades their entire being.
At this moment, Viktor's final chant also came to an end:
"You, God of the Underworld, Lord of All Spirits, are hereby freed from the prison that holds you captive by death."
"Hear my call, tear the shackles."
As Viktor's chanting intensified, the imposing figure of the god-king became increasingly prominent and real, enveloped by layers of formations.
The surrounding flames sensed the presence of Pluto and calmed down from their initial restlessness.
They seemed to be respectfully welcoming their hellish king.
The helmet in Victor's hand gradually cracked and dissipated as he was summoned.
It transformed into wisps of flame, coiling towards the clear figure of Hades.
Above the sky, Zeus's gaze was extremely solemn, and his breathing seemed to become labored.
At this point, Victor raised his head again, met Zeus's gaze, and said with a faint smile:
"To be fair, I've found you an opponent."
"It's fair for a god-king to fight a god-king."
fair?
Fairness my ass!
He seems to be in his prime, even stronger than he was in his prime before.
Zeus felt bitter, his expression contorted as if he had eaten a bitter melon.
They're at their peak, but he isn't.
At this point, his complaints were of no use.
Because within that array of raging flames, the Lord of the Underworld had fully revealed himself.
Crimson hellfire roared up around him, obediently roaming as the temperature continued to rise.
At that moment, even Poseidon and Athena stopped fighting and focused their attention on the god-king in the center of the magic circle.
Even Artemis, who was far away, kicked away Apollo, who was standing at a distance with arrows in his feet, and turned her head to feel the sudden force.
At this moment, countless eyes were focused on this Hades.
Then, they watched as the Flaming Underworld King, entwined around his body, slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, a deep, deathly stillness, like a spreading fog, quickly filled the entire arena.
It even swallowed up countless humans in the audience.
In an instant, the black fog plunged the land into a prolonged gloom, and a sense of drowsiness enveloped everyone's vision.
The crimson flames surged steadily within the black mist, swirling and coiling around Hades' body.
It was as if several fiery serpents had stopped and risen, crawling onto Hades' massive body.
Hades slowly raised his head, gazing up at Zeus high in the sky, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"brother."
With just two words, a terrifying pressure poured out from the thin black mist.
It's as if a shackle has been placed on everyone's soul, creating a sense of gloom and danger.
His eyes flickered, a crimson light swirling and unpredictable deep within his pupils, and he spoke again.
"Our grudges can finally be settled,"
"This is the end of it."
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