At the end of the staircase was a gloomy hall with a closed door, and the heavy stone door required ten Trefali soldiers to push through.

If it is replaced by the Immortal Fortress, then behind the door will be the meeting hall of the Trifali Council. But this is the dark fortress of Mordekaiser, and no one knows what awaits them behind the gate until it is opened.

At this moment, a sense of tragedy surged in Jeno's heart, and he vaguely guessed that opening the door would usher in a tough battle.

Without asking Rui Wen and the others to help, Jeno pushed the door open alone.

The door was pushed open a crack for the two of them to walk through, and the ever-present whispers in the black mist became almost roaring, hysterical, and unbroken.

In the magnificent Hall of Bones, the tall throne became the sole master of the entire space.

The throne towered before him, the iron back of the chair stretched steeply upward, turning into spikes and pointing to the sky. The pedestal of the throne is engraved with sharply shaped characters in the Ochen language, and the candlestick of the eternal ghost fire is constantly directing the eyes of the guests to the throne.

This is the work of Maud Caesar herself.

But he has been smashed to pieces by his blow.

Only mortals who are dragged down by flesh and blood, birth, old age, sickness and death, need a throne.

And he ...... It's much more than that.

Maude Caesar stood proudly atop the ruins of the throne, hammer in both hands, and looked beyond the great hall to the few living people who had broken into it.

He was tall, and the armor forged by the wizards reflected a cold glow, and the green light of his powerful soul shone through his ribs, like a blazing fire, in stark contrast to the blue light in Jeno's eyes.

Endless cacophony surrounded him, and the cries of his soul came and went, merging into a chorus of evil pain. Maudecaesar didn't seem to hear—like the sound of metal pounding in the camp, or the boots on the sand during the march—so mundane that they were not qualified to attract his attention.

After all, the souls who are qualified are already on standby in the main hall, and no one dares to speak.

In addition to Maude Caesar, there are thousands of undead in the main hall who are much more powerful than those outside the fortress.

They were all generals who were qualified to be killed by his own hands, and they were now on standby.

No one flinched, and they did not move without his command.

This is the Pantheon that Maude Caesar designed for LeBlanc to send him back to the underworld for thousands of years, brick by brick, and he has proclaimed himself a god, believing that what he has done is enough to make him join the gods.

But now, his inflated ambitions are no longer something that can be tolerated by the underworld.

Where others accepted death as the ultimate end, he turned it into the starting point of his true expedition, and now he seeks to reshape the worlds of each plane with his own iron will.

No one, no god, could try to stop him from taking back what was his.

Jeno stepped onto the grand hall surrounded by the undead, the door closing behind them, their steps piercing in the silence and emptiness of the hall.

Without the slightest temptation, he walked straight through the mess of scrap metal, trying to take Nightfall from Mordecaesar's hand, and then smash Mordecaesar's helmet, which had been motionless since he entered the door.

Because he knew that Mordekaiser was a talker, and a talker who endured not speaking for so long and remained silent must be pretending, and he couldn't see the enemy pretending to be crazy in front of him.

Unfortunately, when he was halfway there, Maudecaesar's eyes lit up, as if he had opened the activation mechanism of the iron armor.

Mordkaiser took a step forward, the mace nightfall in his hand, which everyone had heard of, flashing green with a swift green light. The massive mace was hollow, with a structure similar to that of a hammerstone's soul-attracting lamp, and was surrounded by hard sharp angles, the most perfect form of imprisoning souls, and it was also filled with countless souls.

He stepped down from the ruined throne, each step accompanied by a sound as hard as stone, his footsteps reverberating sharply on the icy ground. His voice was low and hoarse, like the sound of wind drilling out of his ribs.

"Some people are afraid of me, some people bow down to me, but they all surrender to me equally."

With each step, he opened his mouth to say a word, proclaiming his authority as the king of the underworld to several trespassers of the living.

"Between eternal existence and total annihilation, I am the only barrier."

He showed a will and bones of steel, and everywhere he went, the undead retreated and offered to make way for him.

"Those who live are but dust, destined to wither and dissipate."

The powerful coercion spread, and Rui Wen felt that her soul was about to abandon her body to escape from the terrifying armor of this activity.

"I destroy the cycle of nature so that all things live forever."

Maudecaesar was like thunder, and his heavy steps made Sivir's long hair tremble visibly to the naked eye.

"The ungrateful call me a tyrant, but the wise man makes me king."

This is said to LeBlanc, who is known for her cunning, but is not a wise man in the eyes of Maudecaesar, but a white-eyed wolf who will take revenge.

"All men shall submit to the King of life and death, and the end will come, bow their heads to meet your calamity."

Of course, Jeno is also indispensable, and Maude Caesar's meaning is obvious. Either Jeno voluntarily surrenders to him, or he can retain his body as a self-conscious dead man like LeBlan; Either they are crushed by cruelty in their powerlessness and become a selfless puppet of the soul.

"Eternal life? Sounds pretty good......" Jeno paused for a moment with a hint of contempt on the corner of his mouth, and the next moment his contemptuous tone turned into an iron will:

"But I refuse to die!"

The fire in Mordkaiser's eyes dimmed for a moment, as if narrowing his eyes.

Jeno's tone reminded him of how he resisted the dissipation of anger when he first arrived in the wasteland of the underworld, and only a will tempered by anger and brutality could perpetuate self-consciousness in this world.

"Your soul is extremely strong, why suffer from the weak flesh and blood, join us, there must be a place for you in the world of the dead, let us liberate him!"

Generally speaking, you have to prove yourself by breaking through the mobs before the final boss takes the initiative to engage you. But Maudecaesar does not follow the routine, he prefers to conquer his opponent personally, and a person with a strong soul like Jeno is naturally qualified to die under his brutal nightfall with his own hands, in order to complete the perfect transformation and become a tyrant above ten thousand people under one person!

And above the tyrant, there is God!

Maudecaesar strode forward, then galloped, rumbling through the empty halls.

And Jeno rushed over almost at the same time, and if he wanted to capture Nightfall, melee combat was the best way.