He had just taken one step, but the second step suddenly stopped in place!

I saw that his whole body was shaking, and the amplitude became more and more obvious, and even the bade armor on his body made a gurgling sound.

Kratos was in a suffocating pangue, and he tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't breathe. Even his consciousness seemed to be frozen, and no matter how he struggled, the heaviness of the restraint became more and more difficult to resist.

The Skeleton King at the top of the staircase of the underworld was condescending, his burning eyes looking down coldly. In its eyes, the two who dared to challenge its majesty were just as humble and weak as any skeleton soldier on the battlefield, and could be pinched to death at will.

Even if they run rampant in the skeleton army, even the skeleton commander can't stop them.

Even if it is extraordinarily powerful, it is only a slightly stronger ant, and in front of the king, in the face of the power comparable to the gods, there is no room for resistance at all.

With just one glance, Kratos was under unimaginable pressure. Although he once faced Odysseus, the equally powerful acolyte.

But Odysseus' strength lies in his mystical and unfathomable powers, as well as the Hallows in his hands that is stronger than the Spartan spear and the Nemean fist.

The source of the power of the Skeleton Kings, or most of the undead, is not supernatural powers or faith, but from themselves, from the unquenchable fire of the soul!

It was a complete, pure soul source power, and if you compare the soul with the Skeleton King, not even Odysseus, the hero of humanity, the righteous son of the Lord God.

If Kratos, who had not absorbed the power of the Bad Armor before being beaten into the underworld, was under the oppression of the Skeleton King's soul at this time, I am afraid that he would not last long, and he would be broken in his mind, his soul would be damaged, or even directly destroyed.

Kratos let out an unyielding roar in his throat, and his body, which kept moaning in pain, vibrated more and more violently, and the foot that fell to the ground slowly lifted up again and moved forward.

Even if you fall into the River Styx, you can get up from it and be resurrected as a vengeful ghost...... Even the Skeleton King can't crush his will with the pressure of his soul alone!

"Kratos, there is only a split second chance, not even half a breath, you have to seize it!"

Without waiting for an answer, Marklov struck again, and he existed in pure soul form, and there was no obstacle to exerting his magical powers, representing the power of peace, purification, and extinguishing the breath, gushing out of his body.

Maklov is not a self-sacrificing hero, he can sit and watch the fall of the Thebais kingdom in the world, and bury his back hand, and blow himself up ruthlessly, just to win that glimmer of life.

It can be seen that he is an absolute hero, both good and evil, eclectic, and can do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, even if he is himself.

Now he is brazenly attacking because he sees the situation clearly...... Like Kratos, he has no room for compromise with the Skeleton King, and only by using ruthless tactics can he survive.

It's not about interests, it's about racial contradictions...... In the eyes of the undead, human beings are just food-like beings, and they can only die endlessly.

A steady, powerful finger slowly pointed out towards the Skeleton King, and the waves of supernatural power rippled out obvious traces, and everything in its path instantly calmed down, as if the space was still.

If Ruochen was here and saw the magic power of Marklov, he would immediately show an irrepressible expression of horror.

No one would believe that mortals from a primitive, backward nameless continent could comprehend the power of the gods.

Only the patrons of the Lord God can represent the gods and exert the power of the gods.

Maklov is obviously not a patron, but his performance at this time is enough to make any patron jealous.

It's fear, not shock...... It is only in the face of a threatening existence that there is jealousy.

The peace index, once used against Iphicles in the Battle of Thebais, can seal qi and blood, and defeat the thousand enemy powerhouses who have mastered Hercules' supernatural powers into lowly mortals.

Now the unreserved Maklov, once again exerting the peace index, is a terrifying supernatural power that can be sealed even by the soul.

When the power of that finger finally fell, the flames in the Skeleton King's eyes were dimmed for a moment.

Burst!

Marklov squirted out a mouthful of essence, and before his body could fall to the ground, he was grabbed by a giant hand.

In just half a breath, Kratos grabbed Maklov, a black wolf with an evil aura, and carried him forward, and when the power of the peace index dissipated, they were already on the edge of the battlefield.

Roar!

The Skeleton King let out an angry roar, and for the first time it stretched out its hand, and as soon as its severe, round, shiny bone hand grabbed at the battlefield, and the bones that covered the ground swelled like a tide, forming an overwhelming wave of bones that pressed towards Kratos, who rode the black wolf.

At this time, Maklov had recovered his strength, but his face was pale, and his body was obviously much darker, as if he was about to return to the half-dead state before he woke up.

Despite this, he also managed to influence the Skeleton King's power, creating a momentary opportunity for Kratos.

Kratos holds the phantom of the ancient book in one hand, and the page that opens is the image of the demon god Andos.

Bang!

A human body, the demon god of the head of the night crow descended, and the sword in his hand slashed, and the bone waves that pressed on the top did not move at all, but an imperceptible gap appeared in the center.

The black wolf deftly passed through the gap, and the wolf's claws trampled through the void, turning into a black shadow and disappearing on the battlefield.

"Unforgivable!" Seeing the humble ants escape under his hands, the Skeleton King's wrath threatened to destroy the entire Sandway Beach.

"The opportunity of the Lord of Doom has arisen...... All kings will not let go, war ......"

The Skeleton King sat back on his throne, looking out at the vast Sandway Beach, ending in the calm Styx of Akron with the flames flickering in its sockets.

Skeleton soldiers poured into the city, and the Santu Beach, which was occupied by the Knights of Distress, had been completely reduced to the domain of the Skeleton King...... All non-skeletal monsters were slaughtered, flesh and soul essence were devoured, and the remaining bones were eroded by the evil forces and rose up again, becoming a member of the skeleton army.

This is the power of the Skeleton King, transforming all bones, and under the effect of this divine power, the army of skeletons will never decrease, but will only snowball and become larger.

The occupation of the Three Ways Beach was just a matter of hand...... What it really wants is the missing piece of the Rubik's Cube in the stairs of the underworld......

Kratos didn't dare to stop, driving the black wolf to gallop continuously. The power of the acolyte is unimaginably great, it is a true god, it has completely surpassed the realm of humans, even if he regains his full strength, he cannot match it.

Maklov's situation is not bad, his shot was deliberate, and the moment the supernatural power affected the Skeleton King, he decisively severed his relationship with the supernatural power.

This kind of cutting off is not simply throwing away the skill, but also willing to give up a part of one's soul.

Although he was severely traumatized, he was also a strong man who broke his wrist and avoided a head-on confrontation with the gods, and with the help of Kratos, he was able to recover as long as he devoured a large number of souls.

The Netherworld is huge and boundless, just a three-way beach, which is equivalent to the area of a low-level divine kingdom.

3,000 Hades does not mean that there are 3,000 separated kingdoms of God under the rule of the Hades King, but a kingdom of Hades, which is equivalent to the existence of 3,000 continents of the Kingdom of Gods.

Santutan is just a place in the underworld, small and insignificant. Because of its proximity to the River Styx, it is the first stop for the dead to enter the underworld, which is full of newborn weak ......

Along the way, Kratos hunts the lonely, wandering undead while studying the fist-sized fragment of the pyramid.

The eye depicted on the front gives the illusion of sucking the soul into it if you look closely. Kratos wrapped the pyramid fragments with consciousness, carefully touching the surface little by little.

When his consciousness covered the entire fragment, nothing changed, as if it were just an ordinary stone in his consciousness.

Kratos's soul has truly touched the mystery of the pyramids, and that kind of aura cannot be matched even by the god Odysseus and the skeleton king, a truly mysterious, great existence.

Maklov abruptly opened his eyes from the rest, and when he saw Kratos fuse the fragment directly into his soul, his eyes couldn't help but twinkle with surprise.

The soul is the root of the existence of all life, and even the undead depend on the soul to exist in the world in a special way.

The unscrupulous use of the soul is an act of seeking death.

When the fragments of the pyramid were integrated into the soul, the armor of calamity on his body immediately reacted, and the lines hidden on the inner side seemed to come to life, constantly twisting and extending, from Kratos's limbs and hundreds of remains, deep into the soul, like countless veins, connected to the fragments of the pyramid.

Boom...... The fragments are like hearts, and the countless lines that extend from the armor are like the veins that make up the body, which are joined together under the dominance of the fragments, and a new pyramid reappears.

All parts of this pyramid are phantoms made up of veins, except for the central fragment imprinted with the pattern of the eye, which is real, floating silently in the depths of Kratos's soul, gradually exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.

When this pyramid was formed, Kratos only felt a shock to his soul, and all his power surged towards the pyramid, like an enslaved servant, called by his master, to give everything he had irresistibly.

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