Hades City, a dark castle with black as the main color, a desperate building isolated on a cliff.

On the other side of the city of the dead was once a lush forest, but it was used because the now lush trees have dried up and turned into withered branches, and the original green has been dyed pure black.

Hades' enchantment not only envelops the earthly palace, but also drags the surrounding forests into the depths of the Dead Sea.

Quiet, pure, lifeless, Fang is the dwelling place of God that Hades is satisfied with.

The three of Garon slowly approached the castle, and as the distance shortened, the more they could feel the discomfort coming from their bone marrow, as if something had been pulled out of their bodies.

"If you move on, ordinary people, no, even Nordic warriors will die here."

Garon stopped and said to Heroda,

"If you don't want him to die, it's better to let him leave first."

Both Šiluda and Czechfried are tired, the former due to his lack of long-distance trekking, and the latter being directly affected by the enchantment.

To make the first brave man in Northern Europe weak, the effectiveness of the enchantment seems to be much stronger than Garon expected.

It is no longer satisfied with the simple of suppressing strength, and has begun to devour the human life force in large quantities with the will.

Garon was secretly on guard, he had a golden shield with him, and he could barely protect himself.

But it's hard to say how effective the weapon will be when you sneak into the castle.

Czechfried shook his head at Hiluda and was clearly unwilling to leave.

Hiluda sighed, sometimes it is indeed a trouble to get such loyal subordinates.

Drawing a short blade from the long sleeve, Heroda slashed at the other wrist as the two of them looked at them in amazement.

"Lord Shiluda?!"

"Don't move," Garon pressed Czechofried, quietly watching as Hiluda collected his blood with two vials.

"You guy!"

Czechfried, apparently, did not understand Gallon's thoughts, and the punch was already gaining momentum.

"Stop, Czech Fried", Hiluda raised her head and glanced coldly at the Nordic warriors, "Do you want us all to die here?" ”

"My lord, I'm just..... I'm sorry. ”

Czech Fried lowered his head, and the last two words were addressed to Gallon, who of course did not care much about such a trivial matter, but stared at the bottle in Hilda's hand.

The small bottle of perfume with a small thin neck could not hold much blood, about three or two knuckles, but this alone made Heroda's face much paler.

Perhaps, or maybe it's just Garon's delusion.

Hiluda handed a vial to Czech Fried and the other to Galleon.

"I don't have the ability to summon the Nordic suit yet, so I can't do anything for the Czech Fried. But as Odin's earthly agent, my blood can temporarily protect you in place of the suit. Garon, I don't know how powerful the Golden Clothes are, but I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out for long in this enchantment with just weapons. “

"You mean that with this thing, you can be free from the interference of the barrier?"

Garon asked, clutching the vial.

"I'm sorry, but it only protects your body from being exploited by the power of Hades," Hyluda paused, "If you want to use your original strength in the barrier, then you can only break it, and before my blood completely evaporates, your strength will not only have its original strength, but even double its strength." ”

"I did accept the Nordic gift"

Garon said slowly, glancing at Hades City, not far away.

"I'm here for my own reasons, and so are you. Once we got to the city, we split up. Within two hours, regardless of whether there is a result or not, meet at the designated location.

Questions? ”

Hiluda shook his head, and of course Czechfried, he would not have an opinion.

——More than ten minutes later, in Hades City,

Different from the usual scene, at this moment, there was no one guarding the castle within a hundred meters, and the situation like an empty city was not that the Hades fighters were scarce enough to be allocated, but that they had other tasks to complete after receiving the instructions of the Hades.

But not all of the Demon Stars were sent out in order to maintain the basic operation of Hades City before attacking the Sanctuary. God specially left two magic stars for a certain woman.

"Have you all patrolled properly?"

A burly man in armor as shiny as a black jewel sat at the table, devouring his food like a whirlwind and scolding a few low-ranking underworld soldiers.

Although they are the same Pluto Fighters, there is an essential difference between the Demon Star and the low-level soldiers. If the Demon Star is the main consumable in battle, then the Hades are the mustard that no one cares about when they die.

Bullying weaker beings, and then humbly bowing down in front of the more powerful stars, this is how the Hades survive.

Just like now, it is impossible for Hades City to be defended by a few people, and the demon star in front of him naturally knows it, but he needs a reason to vent his dissatisfaction and the frustration of being isolated.

I am not qualified to be favored by divine power, nor is I qualified to hunt in the wild as a minion, so I can only humbly hide in the castle, which is really irritating!

I obviously have the identity of a magic star, why do I have to do such a low-level job?

Gregor snorted angrily, kicked and beat a few of the minions, and then repulsed them,

"Hey, why aren't you leaving?"

Gregor accidentally noticed that there was a pawn left in front of him, and asked with an angry smile.

"Do you think I beat me too lightly?"

"It seems that this castle is indeed in a state of emptiness of guards," a calm male voice came from the pawn's helmet, "I sensed it a little, it seems that there is no opponent to pay attention to, and sure enough, I am too careful."

The state of the city, the state of the Demon Star, and the location of the Hades, I think you should know a lot of things, Pluto? ”

Gregaard's pupils condensed, and the large table was blown away.

"I see, my lord's castle seems to have broken into a big rat?

I've been worrying about how I'm going to see Pandora for a while, but now I finally have a gift to offer! ”

The golden glimmer fixed the broken wood and soup and rice flying in the air, and under Gregault's incredible gaze, the fist that could easily crush the boulder was untied by the palm of one hand, and the purple light hidden in the fist was all gone, which was a sign of complete suppression.

This guy, what the hell is ?!!

"Don't make too much of a fuss, Pluto Fighter.

I'm going to stay here for a while, so I'll go down quietly. ”

The man's index finger stood up in front of his mouth, making a silent motion, and the golden light in his hand placed the tables, chopsticks, and chairs that Gray had beaten one by one, without making a sound.

Beneath his crappy and comical helmet, Gregor could see a pair of cold eyes glowing with gold.

Then, his fist seemed to be shattered by scattered beams, and there was a burst of pain.

Lightspeed Punch! What is this guy?!

Gregor's huge body soared into the air as if weightless, his vision of the handstand gradually blurred, and the muscles and bones inside were twisted and broken when he returned to the ground.

"I didn't expect that the speed of light fist with ten percent power couldn't kill an ordinary demon star, Hades's enchantment is really powerful."

Garon crouched beside Gregor and looked at his Dark Cloak closely, as if he wasn't worried about a Jedi counterattack.

"Hey...... Saint Seiya, my dark cloak is the hardest among the demon stars, not to mention that within my lord's enchantment, your fists can't kill me. ”

A determined smile appeared on Grega's face, he didn't think he was a match for this man, but he also believed in his own defenses.

As long as he still has a breath, it is really easy to attract the attention of another person in the upper echelons, or the Hades King, while he is not paying attention.

That's right, victory is at hand.

With that hope, Gregor's breath churned in his throat, and then—faded again.

The last thing Gregor saw was a golden sword nailed to his neck, a weapon that took not only his hope, but also his life.

"I'm sorry, Pluto Fighter, I think you seem to be going to do something dangerous, so I'll strike first."

Garon said lightly, looking at the anger in the other party's eyes that gradually dissipated, he hesitated,

"Hey, see you're not dead yet, good people do it to the end, how about helping me again?"

The breath of the magic fist wrapped around his index finger, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of Garon's mouth,

"Phantom - Demon Emperor Fist."