"Hiss...... Fresh taste!" The little demon immediately caught Kratos's breath and roared frantically: "I can actually cross the River Styx and come to the Three Ways Beach, the power of the soul must be very strong, if I swallow it, I will definitely be able to break through to the realm of dominance!"

The little devil spat out the fire of the dead, and at the same time, the bronze fork in his hand projected out. It was so anxious not because it saw Kratos's strength, but because it was afraid that there would be other people around it who would smell such an alluring smell and come to compete with it.

The Three Ways Beach is a tidal flat that surrounds the River Styx, where countless monsters from the underworld patrol it, just to wait for a soul who can forcibly cross the River Styx.

No matter how strong he was in life, after crossing the River Styx, he ran out of oil and dried up, and in the eyes of many monsters, it was like a thing in the belly of a great supplement.

The souls of the dead who came in from the gates of hell were all branded with the mark of the underworld, and these low-level monsters did not dare to enjoy them privately, and only the souls who forcibly crossed the River Styx could do it unscrupulously.

The inconspicuous wooden spike collided with the decaying bronze fork, and the latter was immediately ejected, and in the disbelief of the little demon's eyes, a wild figure rushed out of the fire, its fist rapidly enlarged.

Click!

This lowly little demon in the underworld was directly punched by Kratos and his head was bleeding, and one of the eyes in his eye socket was also blown out.

The little devil screamed in horror, it could not imagine that a human soul could have such power after crossing the River Styx, you must know that even if the god falls down the River Styx, the divinity will be defiled, and the power is like that of a mortal.

How powerful was this savage human being, and was it more terrifying than the gods?

But the little devil was destined to have no chance of getting an answer, and its body was torn apart by Kratos' bare hands, and its flesh and soul became the tonic for Kratos' strength to restore.

Although the little devil's blood soul power is extremely weak, only equivalent to an ordinary human soldier, Kratos, who tasted the blood soul power again, has a pleasure like taking drugs, like a dead place that has dried up for a long time, and finally tastes the sweet rain and dew.

Seeing Kratos' brutal performance, the undead who were escorted screamed in horror, but their hands and feet were chained, and they couldn't escape at all.

Before Kratos could make a move, mysterious runes suddenly appeared from the shackles worn by the revenants, and the evil power surged, and these revenants were wiped out silently with a confused look on their faces.

These shackles are actually set up to kill the little demons who are escorted, and the hidden power will be triggered to destroy all the souls.

I'd rather destroy than leave a chance to live.

A gust of evil wind suddenly struck, and the poisonous fog in the air faded a lot in an instant, and in the endless depths of the dead land, a magnificent and huge city, faintly, you could see a bitter resentment that was as thick as substance, and the terrible screams of the dead were brought by this evil wind, even Kratos couldn't help but feel a tremble.

3000 Hades, the land of the dead, no living person can enter, and no dead person can escape.

But Kratos has to find a way to live, to return to the kingdom of the heavens and gods, to the continent that was primitive and backward, but gave birth to him.

If there is no way, use your fist to strike one, even if you have fallen into a revenant, you must become a vengeful ghost, trampling on the white bones, and crawling out of the endless abyss.

The land of the underworld will not give birth to any life, only countless bones are buried, and when the death breath is brewed to the extreme, a soul fire will be born, driving the already decayed body to rise from the ground again.

In the human world, Kratos has seen monsters from the underworld. But these monsters are all remnants of the invasion of the underworld thousands of years ago, and they have been detached from the nourishment of the dead qi of the underworld, and their strength has weakened, just like a wild beast that has been captured and raised, which is completely incomparable.

Kratos forced his eyes to enjoy the taste of blood, and at his feet was a huge two-headed dog corpse, two heads torn apart from the middle, cold blood and internal organs flowing all over the ground.

Some monsters in the underworld, even if they have flesh and blood, are cold, and only the fresh flesh and blood of living creatures are constantly begging to quench their hunger and thirst that they can never satisfy.

Bang...... Bang......

A noisy trampling sound came from the direction of the City of the Dead, and Kratos stood motionless as he waited for someone to approach. He slaughtered monsters on a large scale, partly to replenish himself, and partly to attract the attention of the city.

In this underworld where no one knows him, it is better to act in a high-profile manner by being sneaky. In any world, the strong are respected, and as long as he shows enough strength, he will be able to gain the attention of the rulers of this world.

A man wrapped in cold armor, mounted on a bony horse, looked condescendingly at Kratos, and behind the man was a team of equally equipped cavalry, cold and lifeless, motionless like lifeless statues.

Kratos once saw in the classics of the Macedonian kingdom that Hades did not need faith, and that all negative emotions such as pain, despair, hatred, etc., were the source of his great power.

In the underworld, there is an army that spreads all the suffering, called the Legion of Calamity.

Without saying a word, the Knight of Doom tied Kratos in chains, took off his horse and galloped towards the city.

The Bone Horse has four hooves of fire and is never tireless, ignoring any terrain obstacles, and running as fast as the wind, Kratos just took two steps before being dragged to the ground without keeping up with the speed.

Outside the City of the Dead, a river surrounds it, and from its source flows countless skeletons and souls, who are dying and screaming in terrible sorrow, but unable to break free from the filthy waters.

Looking in the direction of the river, this is actually one of the tributaries of the Akron River Styx.

When the Knight of Doom passed by, there were little demons, ghouls and other low-level monsters jumped out of the darkness and swept the wreckage of the ground into the River Styx like garbage.

Seeing Kratos' soul dim but not crumbling, the Knight's eyes glittered with a faint light in his helmet, and then he threw Kratos into a damp, dark cellar, along with a rotten, chipped-bronze sword.

Kratos didn't have to wait long before being taken out of the cellar by several skeletons with strong bones, armor and weapons, and walked through a passage with walls covered in dried blood, Kratos felt the dead air growing in front of him.

As his chains were unchained, a skeleton threw a rotten bronze sword into his hand and pushed him out.

A vast field, a circle of tall, sturdy iron walls covered with scars and blood, and an audience of all kinds of powerful dead behind the iron walls.

Looking at the fence slowly rising on the opposite side, and the three two-headed dogs that were released at the same time, the corners of Kratos' mouth couldn't help but raise a contemptuous sneer.

The gladiatorial arena, even in the underworld, is still so familiar.

Needless to say, the rule is that either one of them dies or they all die together......

The three two-headed dogs, in Kratos' current state, also tried their best, and barely survived after nine deaths.

The weapon in his hand was broken when it was inserted into the heart of the second two-headed dog. He decisively gave up the useless handle and continued to fight with his fists, feet, and even teeth.

In full view, he devoured the flesh of the two-headed dog with impunity, as a disguise for his ability to draw power from the cursed tattoo.

Devouring the three two-headed dogs, Kratos' strength has increased a lot, but his opponent in the next game is even stronger.

A skeleton that couldn't resist its desire and secretly devoured the soul of the dead. The skeleton was so huge that Kratos' burly body could only reach his waist when standing in front of it.

A bloodstained butcher knife in his hand, I don't know how much flesh and blood he has tasted, and a single drop can directly split Kratos and his sword in half.

Perhaps the biggest difference between the gladiatorial arena of the underworld and the human world is the audience in the audience. Only the deceased of the strong are qualified to sit on it, and from beginning to end, they do not say a word, and they are as cold as statues.

Kratos knew when he was thrown into this gladiatorial arena that this was not a place to provide entertainment, but a place in the underworld where he could quickly gain status and strength.

As he defeated and killed his opponent again and again, the premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger. When a knight in full armor stood in front of him, he knew that this was probably the last fight in the gladiatorial arena.

"You have two choices...... Take this bronze fork and go to Santutan...... Or kill me and put on the armor on me. ”

Although it was the first time he heard the voice, Kratos knew that the one who was antagonistic to him in the gladiatorial arena at this time was the Bad Knight who brought him in.

Kratos threw the useless bronze sword in his hand, pulled out his bronze fork and pointed at the head of the Evil Knight, and the cold killing intent spread uncontrollably, and the choice he made was clear.

Although Kratos was opportunistic and used the bronze fork as a weapon, the Knight of Doom did not raise any objections. As a war machine that spreads pain, in their eyes, no matter what means are used, there is only one victory!

The moment the other party pulled out his long sword and slashed down, Kratos immediately saw that the strength of the Bad Knight exceeded that of a hundred enemies. This kind of existence, which is equivalent to a high-ranking officer in the human world, forms a legion on a large scale in the underworld, and the collective charge of thousands of Evil Knights is feared even by the strong who have comprehended the supernatural powers.

The one who comprehended the disciple was not only a thousand enemies, but also equivalent to the existence of the disciple, although powerful, still belonged to the category of human beings. Surrounded by the never-tireless, fearless Knights of Distress, they will fall without a means to save their lives.

Pure strength and hard fighting, Kratos is not an opponent now. But he is not a stubborn battle maniac, and after distinguishing the difference between the strength of the enemy and the enemy at a glance, he does not hesitate to use hidden methods.