Kratos kept backing away, and as he reached the wall, he suddenly swung his bronze fork in an attempt to hold the sword down.

But the Knight of Doom was faster than him, and the sword slashed through the gap in the bronze fork, easily slicing Kratos' arm holding the bronze fork off.

At this moment, a wooden spike suddenly appeared, and the Bad Knight did not hesitate to reach out to block.

Even if this wooden thorn is different from the inside and the outside, and has a sharp edge comparable to a divine weapon, it is only the loss of a palm.

After his palm was pierced, he had already cut off the other's head. A palm for a life is simply an insignificant price for the immortal knight of distress.

Click......

The palm wrapped in armor was so fragile that there was no obstacle, and the wooden thorn pierced the palm without diminishing, piercing directly into the exposed eye socket.

Kratos' expression on his face remained cold, and the fire of the soul hidden in the Knight of Misfortune's head was shattered.

All undead creatures do not feel any pain, and even every part of their body can be discarded without hesitation. But only the soul fire is the fatal point, and even the most powerful frost bone dragon in the underworld will fall as long as the soul fire is destroyed.

Bang dang...... The cold armor was scattered on the ground, and there was nothing inside...... All undead creatures have a chance to become Knights of Calamity, skeletons, revenants, ghouls, ...... The body of this knight of distress was obviously the body of a revenant, and the soul fire was destroyed and extinguished directly into the air.

There is no fairness in the gladiatorial arena, only victory. Only those who live to the end are entitled to enjoy the fruits of victory.

Under the cold gaze of countless immortal powerhouses in the audience, Kratos did not hesitate to put on the armor of the Bad Knight, and when the final helmet covered his face, dense mysterious patterns suddenly appeared inside the armor, if Kratos could see it, he would find that these lines were actually extremely similar to the cursed tattoo on his body.

Kratos only felt the armor cold, and the pure, powerful soul power poured out of the armor, complementing his weak soul.

This is all the power of the previous generation of Bad Knights, the moment he fell, his soul was imprisoned by the Bad Evil Armor, and was brutally crushed into a pure essence of power, and when the Inheritor put on the armor, it would become the power of the Inheritor.

Accompanied by an insanely powerful soul essence, an evil, obscure force invades Kratos' soul at the same time. This force has only one effect, that is, like a burning stick, it violently stirs Kratos's soul, so that his consciousness and memory are all shattered, and only the purest fighting instinct remains, driven by the armor to fight continuously.

The cursed tattoo suddenly appeared on the surface of the skin automatically, and when the evil power of the armor met the power of the cursed tattoo, it was like an heir meeting an ancestor, trembling in chaos and being directly devoured.

Kratos felt the power pouring into his body gradually subside, and just when he thought it was over, another force exploded, and it was even more evil and powerful than before, making Kratos's soul power directly return to 30% of its heyday.

Constantly fighting, and dying in battle. The inheritor of the Bad Evil Armor will only get stronger and stronger, just like raising Gu, and finally stand on the corpses of tens of thousands of strong people, becoming the invincible and undefeated Lord of Bad Spirits!

Woowoo...... Woowoo......

In the endless plains, there is a condensation of dead air that seems to be substance.

Countless human souls wield rudimentary, crude weapons and fight with the undead who are pouring in.

They didn't know the meaning of this battle, but there was only one thing, and that was that if they didn't resist, they would be reduced to rations for the undead.

Whether it is the living flesh and blood of human beings or the dead souls, they can arouse the greedy desires of the undead.

Every three to five human souls are torn to shreds before one undead creature falls to the ground. The fragile human souls are simply vulnerable to the tireless, fearful undead, and many human souls don't even have the courage to resist, just slumped on the ground, waiting for their humble lives to be ruthlessly harvested like mustard.

On the edge of the battlefield, there are constantly undead creatures holding bronze forks, escorting batch after batch of human souls, throwing them the most tattered weapons, and then pushing them into the battlefield, constantly replenishing the consumption of the battlefield.

Thousands of revenants, ghouls, and skeletons with immortal chains strapped over their shoulders, dragging an immense, shocking pyramid as they move across the battlefield where the dead whimper.

The surface of the pyramid is carved with mysterious patterns, and the center is converging and twisting into the shape of an eye.

Countless eerie emissaries flew around the pyramids, whips in hand screaming and whipping at the labourers who dragged the pyramids.

The strength of these laborers is not strong, far inferior to some monsters with strange physiques. But the soul is unusually tough and strong, and under the torture of hard labor and scourging, it constantly screams bitterly.

A faint aura wafted from these laborers, and before they could rise into the air, they were absorbed by the pyramids.

As far as the eye could see, an endless stream of gray aura wafted in the air from all corners of the battlefield, all converging into this magnificent pyramid.

Thousands of knights of distress rode skeletal horses, lined up like statues in a military formation, motionless, and watched this slaughter with no end in sight.

As the most powerful forces in the underworld, all they have to do is to crush all instability with their fearless iron hooves before the battle becomes out of control, ensuring that the ladder of the Immortal can draw a steady stream of negative power.

In the kingdom of the heavens and gods, there is only Hades, the king of Hades, who does not need the faith of human beings. The source of his power comes from all negative emotions, and only human emotions are the strongest!

There is no end to the souls of human beings in the underworld, and what these undead creatures are doing is to use these human souls as raw materials and send them to the cruel slaughter fields, constantly generating all kinds of negative emotions such as fear, despair, and resentment.

Among this group of knights in distress, there was a knight whose eyes were constantly flashing red under the mask, and the cold killing intent spread out irrepressibly, even the companions beside him could sense it, and couldn't help but retreat slightly, producing instinctive jealousy.

Roar!

Kratos suddenly let out a roar that did not look like a human, and galloped out of the ranks of the Knights of Doom with his skeletal horse, crashing directly into the battlefield with a furious force, and all the undead creatures such as ghouls, skeletons, and little demons in his path were crushed and exploded.

He pulled out a heavy horse chopping knife and slashed a human revenant to pieces, the force was too great, and finally the edge fell to the ground, blasting several undead creatures around him to pieces.

Rather than being brutally torn apart and devoured by the undead like livestock, it is better to be slain by the vengeful ghost who has fallen into the underworld and become a part of his vengeful power!

Kratos' power is furious and unrestrained, and every time he kills a human revenant, he inevitably implicates the nearby undead, and due to his sudden addition, the battle loss rate of the undead increases dramatically.

The Knights of Distress standing on the battlefield were still cold and motionless, and in their eyes, whether it was the souls of human beings or those low-level undead, they were all the same.

As long as the tide of war can continue, and there is a steady stream of negative emotions for the pyramid, the ladder of the underworld, they will always be stiff and cold-eyed.

Woowoo...... The heavy, far-reaching trumpet sounded and spread throughout the battlefield. Hearing the sound of the trumpet, all the Knights of Distress unanimously deflected their heads, completely covered in armor, and looked in the direction of the great pyramid.

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

From Stillness to Action...... After receiving the order from the pyramid, all the knights of distress galloped away almost at the same time, riding the skeleton war horses towards the Santutan and extending deeper land.

Kratos' armor sent the content directly into his consciousness...... The Lord of Grievances appears, and all the Knights of Misfortune go to suppress it.

The Lord of Unjust Souls, Kratos once met in the place of judgment in the Macedonian kingdom of God, and after a long time, it was formed by the accumulation of countless unjust souls, and it was the embodiment of resentment to the extreme.

But the lord of the unjust soul in front of him has subverted the ordinary law. Not only is it incomparably huge, the fluctuations of resentment can be seen by the naked eye, but it was also born on the Three Ways Beach.

The Three Ways Beach is filled with soul-hooking undead creatures armed with bronze forks and plundering all the souls that fall through the gates of hell.

Therefore, it is impossible to accumulate a huge number of grievances in Santutan, and there is enough time to brew.

This lord of unjust souls is a deformed product born of the soul of humanity when its despair has developed to the extreme.

All negative emotions are the food that the stairway of the underworld craves, and when this lord of unjust souls appeared, the lines on the surface of the huge pyramid actually flashed with a strange light, giving people an extremely urgent desire.

Flying around the pyramid, Keris screamed and whipped with a leather whip in his hand, constantly urging thousands of toils to move forward.

Bang!

The Knight of Misfortune rushed to the ground with a fierce and devastating slam the Lord of Unjust Souls, smashing his massive body to the ground and crushing large swaths of the undead.

Sonorous!

The sword unsheathed and slashed through the dark and transparent body of the Lord of Unjust Souls, and the visible souls of the dead poured out of the wounds, howling in pain in the air, pulled by irresistible force, and finally became part of the great pyramid.

Like the armor, the Knight's sword is engraved with mysterious runes, which have a special damage effect on the body of the revenant, and each time he kills a revenant, he can draw a portion of the power for his own use.

Kratos felt more and more that the tattoos on his body had a great connection with the underworld, and everything he saw here had an extremely striking resemblance to the power of the curse.