At this time, Kratos looked at the old paper, and the words on it could be understood, only to see one of the passages read: "There are many things in the world that only the dead know, and they cross the line between life and death, and see the side that the living cannot see...... The ritual is performed by wearing a magic cannon with the smell of decay, to calm the innocently disturbed spirits...... Tartarus does not like to summon his people without a cost, and needs to prepare the head of a goat for the cost......"

This series of words is obscure, Kratos only read one paragraph, and when he was about to continue to look down, suddenly his eyes went dark, and even his consciousness felt overwhelmed.

Kratos immediately closed his eyes and waited until the string of words faded into his mind before daring to open them again. But this time, he didn't dare to look at it anymore, and directly ingested the ancient paper into his body, slowly releasing the evil and mysterious aura in the place closest to his soul.

The belly of the Grenia Mountains is extremely strange, full of jagged rocks, and the passages are more complex than the nests of ordinary insects.

The rock walls of some of the passages are slippery and soft, like the scene after the riverbed has dried up after the torrent has rushed.

This hotbed-like environment, which once gave birth to a large number of creatures, has now been awakened by countless years of starvation, awakened by trespassers, and the long-suppressed desires have exploded into even more insane ferocity.

A monster that emerged from the bursting rock, directly pierced a female disciple with its hideous claws, and the fresh blood made it devour wildly in front of everyone, ignoring the attacks of other disciples, and finally although it was shattered by the bombardment, the female disciple had also been eaten most of it, internal organs and blood were splashed all over the ground, and the surviving disciples were also terrified, without the slightest momentum in front of mortals.

There are dozens of strong apostles who have entered the Grenia Mountains, and hundreds of disciples who are followers and servants.

In the past, the noble disciples were in a strange place at this time, they were simply reduced to the existence of blood food, a large number of disciples fell in the crazy attacks of various monsters, and even the strong apostles felt a lot of pressure, and they didn't know where a murderous monster that they had never seen before would suddenly appear.

"......Ahh

One of the disciples, covered in blood, fled in panic through the winding passages. In a terrifying worm attack that suddenly emerged from the ground, they were separated from the apostles they followed, and one companion after another perished in the worm's belly, leaving him alone.

Just when the disciple was in despair, a burly man in a tattered robe with a large body exposed appeared in front of him, and he immediately lost his voice and screamed, trying to grasp the last straw.

But when he met the pair of cold black eyes without a trace of human emotion, a chill rose from his spine and rushed straight to his head, and his body stiffened and he couldn't move his hands and feet.

It was just a moment of stagnation, and a toothless mouth suddenly jumped out of the roar behind him.

The disciple let out a terrible scream, and the entire lower half of his body disappeared from his waist, and he was still reluctantly trying to climb forward, blood and internal organs flowing along the way, and his powerful soul supported his life, so that even if his body was severely damaged, he could not die immediately.

"Save me, I am a disciple of the Destiny God Cult, as long as I slaughter a large number of sacrifices, I can have infinite life, I don't want to die here!"

The disciple's plea for help was not answered in the slightest, and the burly man just stood motionless in front of his crawling, his cold eyes looking at him as if he were looking at a dead man, and vaguely saw the ghosts of the dead surging out of them, as if to extend an invitation to him to die.

In Kratos's eyes, the disciple was haunted by the souls of countless deceased, as if it had become a part of his life. Just as the disciple died, a strange red thread rose from the entanglement of unjust souls, crossed the barrier of time and space, and disappeared into the world in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this strange scene in front of him, Kratos's heart moved, and he immediately summoned the fragments of Solomon's Key that were suppressed in his body, and when the old paper appeared, the inaudible whispers were loud, as if countless people were whispering something in their ears.

"This is how to get the dead to speak...... You have to get close to the dead creatures, stay in the purpose for 7 days, use the entrails of animals, kiss the skulls of the deceased......"

When these unjust spirits saw Kratos at this time, they were like seeing relatives, meekly rushing in his direction, and under the influence of a mysterious force, condensed into mysterious and complex words, and finally all engraved on the old paper.

Kratos couldn't help but have an understanding in his heart that he could use the power of the unjust soul attached to the fragments of Solomon at any time if he wanted to. This kind of power, which is different from the bloody battle flag, is thorough, and represents the power of the dead.

After discovering the mystery of Solomon's Key fragment, Kratos no longer concealed his strength, and swept all the way with the Spartan spear, killing all the monsters and disciples he encountered, and turning the souls of the dead into a tiny piece of writing on an old paper.

Whether it is a disciple of various gods or an unknown monster, there are a large number of other unjust souls of the dead entrenched in their souls, and these unjust souls are closely related to them, or even directly killed by them, and their souls are entangled in their bodies without liberation.

The existence form of these unjust souls is extremely mysterious, directly attached to the soul, and even the strong disciples cannot detect it. It looks like an existence closely linked to its fate, ethereal, but real.

This fragment of Solomon's Key, which does not know what power it contains, can make the owner see the fate of the dead, and deprive them from the soul of the resentful, re-imprint them on the paper, and drive slavery.

Kratos nailed a disciple to the rock wall with a Spartan spear, and thousands of unjust souls poured out of his body like a torrent, and each one was filled with monstrous resentment, dying of despair and resentment.

The fragments of Solomon's Key floated in midair, the old paper densely stamped with mysterious words, twisted and wriggled as if they were alive when the slightest gap was filled, and finally pieced together into a larger text that appeared at the top of the head.

Witchcraft ......

When the text representing "witchcraft" was revealed, no matter how many souls were absorbed, the fragment of Solomon's Key did not change again, and Kratos knew that this was due to incompleteness, and that more fragments were needed to tap deeper powers.

I don't know how long it had been, but Kratos felt like he had penetrated deep into the central depths of the belly of the Grenia Mountains, emerging from a narrow passage that could only accommodate one person, into a tunnel with folds in the rock wall, a wide space and a simple terrain that looked like a main road.

Not long after advancing through this passage, a pungent sour smell came in front of me, and the slippery slope that adhered to the rock wall became thicker and thicker, and finally entered a space that could not be seen at a glance, except for a thick layer of wet and slippery, not a single rock could be seen.

And in the vast space filled with the pungent sour smell, hundreds of people have already gathered here, clearly distinguishing from each other, and there are at least a dozen different camps, in the midst of fierce scuffle.

Kratos glanced over, and immediately noticed that below where everyone had gathered, a piece of paper that emitted a special aura was solidified in a thick layer of unknown material on the surface of the rock wall.

A fragment of Solomon's Key!

A huge guillotine suddenly appeared in the crowd, butcher knives covered in filthy blood and rust fell, and a large number of corpses rained down.

Poof...... Poof......

The severed arm of the stump fell on the surface of the rock wall and immediately corroded and abled, but in the blink of an eye, it melted into a pool of blood.

Some strong people immediately changed their faces when they saw this scene, and the people who were originally close to the ground immediately rose up, for fear of being contaminated with the unknown substance.

But when they rose to the sky, they immediately fell into the vortex of killing, a man in crimson armor, armed with a single-edged butcher's knife, slaughtered wildly, every swing of the butcher's knife would slash a bloody knife light, and the stumps flew everywhere they passed, and the disciples were wantonly harvested in his hands like mustard.

"Tremble under the butcher's knife of Darius, ants!"

The crimson armored man Darius roared arrogantly, blood dripping from the butcher knife in his hand, and he didn't know how many people he had killed along the way.

A middle-aged man wearing a crown and a sumptuous robe, under his seat was a throne forged of pure gold and inlaid with countless red and green gems, and he hung in the air and did not move, watching his followers being slaughtered by Darius with an indifferent expression.

The eyes of the man wearing the crown constantly shimmered with strange light, and the lifelines repeated the process of breaking and reorganizing, and the fingers hidden in the sleeves kept beating, as if they were weaving something.

Kratos watched coldly, at this time, the two apostle powerhouses on the field confronted each other, he naturally would not make a rash move at this time, and when this battle was at its most intense, he would brazenly make a move to snatch the second fragment of Solomon's Key.

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There's nothing out of the ordinary for Volibell to show up, and for Darius to appear, right...... What? You said there had been an Akali before? It was definitely a coincidence, yes, a coincidence...... Well, if you want to complain, complain that readers listen to the rain and the wind...... This is his dragon role...... It definitely has nothing to do with winter melon......