At the same moment that the three members of the Strange Tales Research Society entered the primordial hell, in the city of Donrosk on the ground, a strong man who was enough to terrify the gods was also heading towards the city center.

It was a bald man with two knives in his hands, with toned muscles and skin that looked as pale as ashes.

As for his name...... He didn't really know it.

But as he recalls, everyone else seems to refer to themselves as "Kratos." Therefore, it is logical for him to use this name.

After taking out the headless giant who emerged from the gates of hell, Kratos took out a scythe-wielding black-robed Reaper before briskly heading toward the city center.

Unlike the monsters on the battlefield, he doesn't have any idea of seizing the engine of the world, and he has no interest in the monsters' petty fights.

He had only one goal, and that was to kill the gods.

Although he didn't know why, he knew very well that from the moment he opened his eyes in the petri dish of the research institute, he had an inexplicable hostility towards such things as gods.

- An invisible force that is driving itself to kill the hypocritical gods.

No matter what god it is, no matter how powerful it is, if you stand in front of Kratos, you will be beheaded by his blade!

Walking briskly through the dark alley, Kratos walked up the street in front of him, only to see the corpses of zombies scattered all over the street, and in front of an apartment across the street, a concrete "statue" stood.

"Huh?"

Kratos paused slightly, looking at the joyous-looking "creature" across the street.

Under his gaze, the statue leaned against the wall as if it were very shy. Kratos soon lost interest in it, though, because he could see that it wasn't a god or something related to a god.

So, he also quickly turned around and strode away without looking back. That's when ......

A gust of wind came from behind.

The statue, which had been some distance from Kratos before, rushed to his side as if teleporting, grabbed his head with strong hands, and twisted it hard!

- After the death of the zombie who had been tied to a telephone pole by Zhang Luo, Kratos became the only person on the street to see the "statue", which was SCP-173.

And now, he's clearly violating the principle of "don't look at SCP-173 or he'll break his neck"!

"Click!"

Kratos's neck made a terrifying crunch, and if an ordinary person had been hit by this, his neck would have been broken without suspense. But......

The bald man who stood there didn't seem to be responding, and his head didn't even move.

Even SCP-173, which has killed countless people, cannot shake this iron and steel skeleton, because the guy in front of him is not actually human, but ......

The crimson blade of chaos stabbed through the concrete statue's chest, and Kratos kicked the impaled statue in front of him away, then grabbed the chain wrapped around his arm and pulled the flying knives back again.

At the same time, the body of the statue was dragged back.

"Boom!"

After an earth-shattering blow, SCP-173's body shattered to the ground like a shattered sculpture.

“……”

Kratos didn't say anything in the face of the monster that was killed by his own blow, but pressed the back of his neck with his right hand, which seemed to be aching, and strode out of the street and into the alley ahead.

He could see that the "statue" was not dead, but this monster was not an opponent he was interested in, so Kratos had no intention of "mending the knife" at all.

The battle in the square was already heating up at this time, and Kratos took a look at it and immediately found that there was no opponent he was interested in in the square.

He had no interest in the miscellaneous creatures known as "heretics". But......

Back in the alley, he frowned slightly, staring at the smoke-blackened earth beneath his feet.

――Underground, you can feel a very familiar atmosphere.

Although he didn't know what it was, he still remembered a certain term inexplicably:

"Olympus ......"

Looking back into the alley, I immediately saw a wellhead without a cover. Kratos strode forward and jumped without hesitation.

……

At the same time, nearly a thousand meters deep underground below the square, Zhang Luo and the three of them had turned the "primordial hell" into a real hell.

"Who else?" Standing on the "hill" of skinless monsters' corpses, Darov roared.

At this time, the power armor on his body seemed to be painted with a layer of red paint, and he couldn't distinguish the original color at all.

After a brutal battle, the natives of the Primordial Hell finally realized that there was no point in being too numerous under the crushing power disparity.

These skinless monsters immediately began to scatter and flee, and they no longer dared to step forward.

"Ha, it's like 'Musou Mowing the Lawn'."

With a kick that flew away the corpse of the "big lizard" that had shattered the wall before, Zhang Luo yawned and wiped the blood stains on his face that blocked his view.

Although the crushing battle was easy, it was very boring, and he thought it was very interesting at first for this kind of "hanging and beating children" battle, but now he has begun to get tired of it.

"Primordial hell doesn't have a single one to fight?" He sighed.

As if hearing this arrogant statement, a man with a height of nearly five meters strode out.

That guy's figure is not conspicuous among the monsters of the primordial hell, but there is an inexplicable dangerous aura all over his body, he is wearing a set of pitch-black heavy armor, holding a heavy sword made of white bone, and under the shadow of the helmet, only a pair of blue eyes are exposed.

"You're the ruler of this place?" Zhang Luo stared at the unidentified man in front of him.

The other party didn't speak, but just raised the white bone heavy sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly in the direction of the three of them, and the eyes shrouded in shadows under the helmet were bent into a cruel arc.

"This guy...... It seems like a god, but I can't tell who he is......" Hazel whispered.

"Ha, the god who has fallen into such a place is really pitiful, so how about we let him be free?" Zhang Luo smiled.

He could see that the guy he was confronting was actually completely devoid of divinity, and instead was in a kind of utter chaos and madness, constantly wandering around his body.

Completely different from the chaotic will of the evil god, this guy is more like he has been carried away by monstrous hatred or anger, and has entered a state of complete madness.

Even if the other party can understand human language, it is impossible to communicate with such an irrational "god". So now......

The red-eyed Darov screamed, the "Black Fire" power fist in his hand spewed pale steam, and he strode forward and punched the opponent's knee!

"Wait a minute, idiot!" Zhang Luo wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

In the face of Darov's attack that was enough to shatter anything, the man in the pitch-black heavy armor retreated sharply to the right, easily dodged a blow that almost broke through the speed of sound, and then raised his bone sword and swung it violently!

Even Darov, who had mastered the power of the earth, felt a trace of fear when the heavy sword slashed head-on. In the flash of light, he tried his best to turn the direction, but he couldn't completely avoid the opponent's blade.

With a crisp thud, the bone sword sliced through the power armor of his right arm, slicing off his right hand from the elbow.

"Ahhh

Darov screamed and quickly retreated, worthy of an experienced exorcist, and in this case he had not forgotten to pick up his severed right hand.

"I said don't get close......" Zhang Luo sighed, and then took out the Hell Weapon again, Pandora, which had not been used since he gained the power of the earth.

In the face of god-level opponents, it is obviously not feasible to continue hand-to-hand combat, and only the use of weapons can have a chance of winning.

"I don't know who you are, but I'd like to ask you to die......"

Before Zhang Luo's words fell, the black-armored warrior who had been standing still had already roared and rushed over. The white bone heavy sword in his hand left a pale afterimage behind him.