The blood mist swept by, and the mercenary team was suddenly reduced by half.

Thirty-one mercenaries fell, their armor intact, but the flesh inside had vanished without a trace. No one knows how they died, as if they had been called by Hades and their lives had come to an end. Behind their corpses, the billowing mist of blood grew thicker and thicker, and the smell of blood in the air was like substance.

"Ah...... Defenseless! ”

"He can penetrate our defenses!"

"Hell, my attacks didn't work against him. He has no substance! ”

"There is no projection in subspace, is his ontology in antispace!?"

"What's that!? What the hell is that!?? ”

The exclamations of the mercenaries were heard in his ears, but the dead old man did not even frown, still staring at each other silently. Through the thick color of blood, he could vaguely see a figure condensed.

Unlike the previous blur, the figure in the blood mist was now clearer, and the dead old man could even see his hair and nails. In particular, those blood-red eyes are like evil ghosts in hell, full of violence and cruelty. Even I felt a palpitation.

With a wave of his right hand, the dead old man motioned to his subordinates to step back, and then raised his head and snorted coldly. "Who are you?"

There was no answer, and in the silence of the cavern, there was only the whining of blood mist. But that mysterious but cold feeling of thought is slowly flowing.

"It's so sweet...... What flesh and blood...... I felt it...... Life ......"

"More...... I want more ......"

"Take your flesh and blood...... Soul...... Give me all ......."

"Give it all to me!!"

Well?

The dead old man's heart jumped, and he was about to speak, but he saw the blood mist boiling again, pressing down on his head like a tsunami. The dead old man could only wave his right hand, and his eyes flashed.

"The Lust of the Seven Sins......

The voice stopped abruptly. Because at the moment when the blood mist passed, the dead old man suddenly felt that his arm was light, and he actually lost the feeling of his right hand. Wait until the blood mist appears behind you. All that was left of his right hand was shriveled skin and bones. All flesh and blood. They all disappeared in the moment of the blood mist.

"This ...... This is? The dead old man looked at his withered right hand. I couldn't believe my eyes.

It's too fast...... It's just too fast...... With just one face, his own flesh and blood were snatched away by the blood mist. What kind of existence is this? And what made the dead old man shudder the most was that he didn't know how the other party did it. The whole process was like a nightmare!

But the stellar level is the stellar level, even if it encounters such a strange situation. The dead old man still didn't panic, just gritted his teeth slightly, and waved his left hand horizontally.

A flash of sword flashed, and his shriveled right hand flew up from his arm. Immediately after that, the dead old man snorted.

"The desire for the seven sins. Lust for power! ”

"Come out for me!"

In the silence, an invisible force suddenly descended, gathering around the blood mist. The powerful force squeezed through the void, instantly compressing the blood mist into a tiny mass like an entity. Because of the clash of strength, the void where the blood mist was located was distorted, and everything became weird. The next moment, only a crisp sound was heard, and the space where the blood mist was located shattered like a mirror. Reveal the real existence behind it.

In the cavern's clearing, a man covered in blood-colored aura was standing quietly, his hair hanging low, and his face completely unrecognizable. But he has a pair of blood-colored eyes.

"You...... Are you ......" The dead old man's face suddenly changed greatly, and his voice trembled.

Of course, he wouldn't be unable to see each other clearly like ordinary people. But the more he saw it, the more he felt a piercing chill rise in his heart.

Because, this man who is soaked in blood is a person he is familiar with!!

Hades!!

Dirk !!

This violent, bleeding-like man with every minute of his body exuding a breath of blood, is actually the previous Hades King Dirk??

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the dead old man wouldn't have believed it anyway.

Because the difference in temperament between the two is too big. Hades Dirk is powerful, but he is by no means brutal. He is like a never-ending river of Styx, flowing silently in the vicissitudes of time and time. He is cold and haughty. Like a god in the dark. He disdained to attack the weak, because in his opinion, even the death he gave had to be worthy of it by those who were sufficiently qualified. That is the pride that comes from the soul, the self-esteem of the truly strong.

But this man is very different. Although he stood there quietly, every inch of skin and every cell of his body was screaming death. As if countless unjust spirits were haunted by him, the blood mist filled around him, exuding a violent and bloodthirsty aura every minute and every second, just as he would pounce on him and tear everyone apart in the next moment.

Compared to the god-like Hades Dirk, he is more like a beast of an ancient hell. Every pore on the body is spraying the smell of violence.

This...... How is this possible??

The dead old man stared at each other blankly, only to feel that his breathing became short. He opened his mouth, and heard his own voice as if it were coming from beyond the Nine Shadows.

"Are you...... Dirk? ”

The man on the opposite side suddenly looked up, his eyes shooting a furious red light. For a moment, the dead old man almost thought that he was facing a demon.

"Dirk?" In the dark, a sense of thought flowed. Rampant and dangerous. "Really...... Stupid name. ”

"You ......" The dead old man was stunned, he didn't expect to get such an answer. But if he wasn't Dirk, why would he look exactly like Dirk?

Of course, the dead old man did not know that in the distant past, the Crodil were a miserable race, because in addition to being slaves, they had a special disease. It's called hemophilia. It's a terrible demon that lurks deep in the DNA of every Crodil. When they fight to a certain extent, they manifest themselves and turn them into insane menacs. The Krodil people paid a great price for this, tens of thousands of excellent warriors died, and civilization was halted for nearly a hundred years.

Although Rhea finally solved the problem, the method of temporarily sealing the Bloodthirsty did not mean that the Bloodthirsty disappeared from the body of the Crodil people.

And in the history of Claudier, there is only one person who has not taken this approach. He's the King of Hades!

He took another approach to completely eliminate the danger of hemophilia. However, the method he adopted was not replicable because it required a special condition. That's schizophrenia.

That is...... Second personality.

Normal Hades is arrogant and elegant, because he is sane and perfect.

But when he couldn't suppress his second personality, a different face appeared.

To be precise, at this time he is no longer the king of Hades, but another terrifying being, if you have to put it in words, you can call him ...... Death.

Bang!!

A muffled sound suddenly sounded in the cavern, and then the dead old man noticed that Dirk was gone, and then a large strong hand grabbed his face and slammed his head into the ground.

There was a loud bang, and a huge pit appeared in the middle of the cavern, and Dirk's blood-red eyes shone brightly in the smoke. His mouth roared like that of a beast.

"Flesh and blood...... Soul ......"

"Leave it to me!!" (To be continued.) )