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I am not reconciled, why am I once again betrayed by a trusted person, by the cherished motherland, why!

Wang Kui let out an unwilling roar in the seawater, and the power of the explosion directly broke through the barrier of the seawater and descended on him, no matter how he struggled, he was still ruthlessly torn to pieces, leaving not even a wisp of wreckage.

In the face of the power of nature and human technology, the mortal body is fragile.

Kratos ...... Kratos ......"

In the darkness, an old voice kept calling Kratos' name, awakening him from his eternal sink.

Who is it...... This voice is so familiar......

"Hahaha, you see, this is my son, the most powerful warrior of Sparta...... in the future"

"The gathering of five beast souls is a feat that no ancestor has ever seen, as long as you can control them, Aphrodite, Athena, will scream under your crotch......"

Kratos struggles to recall the owner of the voice, but the memory seems to be clouded with a layer of gauze, hazy and unclear.

"Kratos, wake up!"

Kratos was stimulated and immediately awakened by a cold sensation coming from all over his body.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a river as black as thick ink, in which the souls of countless dead were drowned, tearing at his soul frantically.

"My fate is up to me, even if I fall into the Akron Styx, I will get up again, turn into a vengeful ghost, and bring death and pain to all those who betray me!"

Kratos struggled unwillingly, but the Akeron River is said to be unsinkable, and even light and weightless fluff cannot float on it.

His feet were grabbed by the souls of countless deceased, his qi and blood were dug up, and he began to tear his soul again, and when his soul collapsed and was eroded by the River Styx, he would become one of the countless souls in the River Styx, and his consciousness was chaotic, only resentment and pain that could never be satisfied.

Odysseus...... Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war...... I will repay the hatred you have given me!"

One punch exploded an unjust soul, and countless unjust souls swarmed up, on the feet, and on the body...... The whole person was covered by countless hands, and the indomitable soul fell little by little in the river Styx.

Why am I still able to float and struggle without sinking......

Kratos suddenly found himself grasping an inconspicuous wooden thorn in his hand, and it was this wooden thorn that floated steadily above the River Styx, dragging his body to prevent it from being swallowed by the River Styx.

Kratos was shocked, and he clenched the wooden thorn and slashed at the countless souls entangled in his body. The souls that had been touched by the rough vertical wooden thorns of several forks collapsed and dissipated like ice and snow melting, and fell into the River Styx, and the dark ink separated a deep trace.

"All who dare to stand in my way will become the cornerstone of the path of my revenge!"

Bright red tattoos suddenly appeared on the surface of the body, and this tattoo depicted with the flesh and ashes of loved ones was deeply imprinted in the soul, and even if the body collapsed, it was always entangled.

The resentful soul of the Apron-Styx is the most filthy and evil existence in the world, as soon as Kratos swallows it, countless negative emotions continue to impact his consciousness like a stormy wave, as long as there is a trace of timidity in his consciousness, it will form a flawed gap, and it will be crushed by a blow and sink forever in the Styx.

Kratos' eyes were red, his entire soul seemed to burn half, and the resentful spirits surrounding him were destroyed and devoured.

But the vastness of the River Styx, and the gathering of the lives of the legendary heavenly kingdom are no match for the resentful spirits in the River Styx, Akron.

In Kratos's blood-stained world, a rickety figure in a gray and black robe emerges clearly, slowly walking along the bank at the end of the River Styx in Acron, head deflected in his direction, but obscured by the cloak and unable to see the face.

Kratos' consciousness couldn't help but feel a hint of clarity, and he swam as hard as he could towards the shore while leaning on the wooden thorn in his hand.

When he finally set foot on the dark land of the underworld, his spirit relaxed, and a deep sense of exhaustion invaded like a tide.

The River Styx, the home of the souls of the dead, from which no living creature can cross.

If Kratos indulges in the thrill of killing and devouring the soul, he is unable to perceive that his soul is being eroded by the darkness of the River Styx, and in the end he will inevitably run out of strength and be trapped in the River Styx forever.

This is what the good traveler says when he is drowning.

Kratos looked up at the moment, regardless of his breath, but could not find the rickety figure anyway.

As far as the eye can see, there is a dark fog, and if you step on the soil under your feet, thick blood will seep out.

I couldn't hear anything other than the whimper of the dead, and the River Styx, which was close at hand, was dead and silent, and the souls of countless dead were indulged in it, and only when the living fell, would they leap out of the water in a frenzy.

Click......

The familiar sound of skeletal dislocation sounded, and a skeleton dressed in rags, holding a rusty butcher's knife, and burning soul flames in its hollow eyes, slowly walked out of the poisonous fog.

The strong entered the underworld and took the lead in crossing the Styx River under the curse of thousands of resentful souls. The souls of those who fall from exhaustion remain in the River Styx forever, and the flesh and blood of the corpses are torn clean by the unjust souls, leaving only the skeletons to be washed ashore and re-eroded by the dead air, becoming immortal skeletons.

Kratos' soul was extremely weak, and the Spartan spear and Nemea's fist were all asleep in the depths of his soul and could not be summoned. There was only one inconspicuous wooden thorn of unknown origin in his hand.

At this time, looking at the wooden thorn, there is actually a significant change from before. The originally dirty, forked wooden thorns were washed away by the River Styx, revealing an ancient form.

The wooden thorns with the thickness of a young man's arm are covered with the lines of the wooden growth rings, and they are all in one, as if they were made of nature.

The rusty butcher's knife collided with the wooden spike, making a dull sound, but the wooden spike did not break as expected, and not even a single chip of wood was cut off.

Although Kratos's strength is weakened, the fighting skills he has acquired over the years still exist, the wooden thorn in his hand is crooked, and the power of the butcher's knife is removed, and the footsteps trample the whole person directly into the skeleton's arms, and the head hit fiercely, causing the soul fire in the opponent's eye socket to shake.

"Die!"

Kratos roared, and the wooden spike stabbed into the skull's eye socket, piercing the skull and nailing it directly to the ground, thick blood gushing out of the ground along the piercing gap, staining the skull's head even more hideously and terrifyingly.

The soul fire was pierced, and the skeleton collapsed into bones all over the ground without any struggle, and a wisp of soul power that was so weak that even ordinary mortals were inferior to it floated from it, and before it could integrate into the underworld, it was swallowed by Kratos in one bite, and the soul was nourished, and its strength increased a few points.

Kratos clenched his fists, and felt that the strength he had left was only about 1 horsepower, which was equivalent to the most ordinary soldier in the mortal world, and even the beasts of the mountains and forests could not fight without defense.

But he didn't give in, and there was a raging fire burning in his eyes, stronger than the fire of the skeleton's soul. As long as the flame of vengeance is not extinguished, he has infinite power.

The dark fog obscures the realization, but it cannot block the soul's perception. Kratos stood still, unabashedly letting off his breath, skeleton after skeleton rising from the dirt on the banks of the River Styx, dragging its staggering steps toward him.

Flutter ......

Kratos stumbled, his body almost unsteady, and without blinking, he snapped the rotten arrow stuck in his shoulder, and then slammed the skeleton under him with a slam of punch.

The weapons of these skeletons were originally just mortal objects, and they had been eroded by the death qi of the underworld for many years, and their bodies had become so decayed that it was difficult to cut through the flesh and blood of mortals.

But it has a special damage effect on the soul, the arrow penetrates the body, although it does not shed the slightest blood, but directly hurts the origin of the soul, and when the soul is weakened to the extreme, it will collapse directly and completely dissipate in this world.

Kratos was recuperated by battle, his body was heavily wounded, and he eventually replenished it with the soul power that devoured the skeletons, and when he left the edge of the River Styx and stepped onto the land of the underworld, he was left with shattered bones in his wake.

I don't know how many skeletons' soul power has been devoured, at this time, his body completely condensed by souls is already extremely tough, and the decaying sword slashing on his body can only break through a thin layer, and it can't cause him major injuries.

There is a similar legend in the Heavens that when a living soul dies, its soul falls into the underworld. Those with outstanding qualifications can only become the slaves of the Hades, doing endless hard labor.

Without qualifications, it is the greatest sin, and falling into the underworld will be severely punished.

This is the rule set by the Hades, among the 3,000 Hades, the Hades is an unquestionable existence, even if it is the king of the gods who is high, he cannot interfere.

There was a series of chain clashes, and dozens of naked, unkempt, shackled hands and feet of the dead walked by, and behind them was a little devil with a rotten bronze fork.

As long as there is slackness and laziness, the little devils will breathe flames from their mouths, and their growing wings can easily catch up with these sinners whose hands and feet are shackled, and if anyone dares to escape, the bronze fork in their hands will be thrown out without hesitation, and the souls of the dead who have been pierced through their bodies will be directly destroyed.

Immortality is just that the soul will not be eroded by the years like mortals under the action of the death qi of the underworld, but if it is hit by absolute power, it will still die again, and there will never be room for recovery.