A huge wooden table gilded with a layer of gilding sits majestically in the center of this deep palace.

Behind the table, a large red fur chair stands out, also with wide, glossy gilded trim around the edges.

A jet-black trench coat covered with fine lines dragged leisurely on the tall table.

Half of the side slides off the desk, while the other half is firmly grasped by a wide, powerful palm.

The large, heavily cloaked Hades had his hands on the desk, one holding his trench coat.

His other hand touched his chin, and his slightly furrowed brow showed his deep doubts and thoughts at all times.

He remembered the trench coat well, it belonged to a mortal who had come to hell.

But now, the trench coat has indeed been found, but the whereabouts of the dog thief are still a mystery.

The Immortal King stared at the pitch-black trench coat in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

He lost the three-headed dog that guarded the gates of hell.

This not only made him lose face in front of the gods of the heavenly realm, but also caused the gates of hell to be left unguarded.

Every time the gates of hell are opened, there are souls trying to escape.

And Cerberus will tear all those cowardly souls apart.

But now, there is no one to guard the gate for him anymore.

Therefore, this heavy responsibility had to fall on the shoulders of the Hades.

As a Hades King, he had to guard the gate himself.

It's so sad.

At this moment, the deep contemplative Hades King suddenly raised his head and stared at the top of the towering hall.

A clear sensation came from above his head.

Someone entered the gates of hell.

Moreover, this breath is extremely special.

This feeling......

The more he focused on it, the more incredible it felt.

He slammed his fist into the table, causing the piled papyrus to jump.

The whole person stood up suddenly, and the chair was pushed back by his legs for some distance.

Hades lowered his head and stared at the trench coat in his hand with his eyes firmly fixed.

The scent coming from above bears a striking resemblance to the sensation that this trench coat gives.

Realizing this, Hades' eyes were full of bloodshot red, and the pupils of his eyes were covered with blood-colored lines.

His beard flew up from intense mood swings:

"Dog thief, I've finally found you!"

He grabbed the trench coat as the cloak behind him began to dissolve, slowly merging into his body, tightly wrapping around his massive body.

His massive figure left the table and walked slowly towards a wall shrouded in blood-colored curtains.

As soon as the Immortal took a step, an incomparably terrifying flame erupted from a section of his body.

The flames gradually consumed his body, and finally disappeared from the palace.

In the grand hall, only a little ghost shivered in front of the table, staring blankly in the direction of Hades' departure.

Its brain was racing, but it still couldn't figure it out.

Isn't it just a trench coat, why is the boss so angry.

……

The huge gates of hell stood silently at the end of the long bridge.

The surrounding air was filled with the smell of scorched lava, and lava was constantly gushing out.

The deep hellfire flickered in the space around it, colliding with the violent lava.

And at the top of this terrible earth is an extremely hazy starry sky.

The light and shimmering red star hung high in the air, revealing a very tearing silence.

This is the gateway to hell.

Countless souls of the dead gathered here, and the gushing of lava and the fluttering of flames could not cover half of this blue ocean.

Suddenly, a flame flickered at the edge of the gate, and the massive body wrapped in a red cloak slowly appeared over the land.

The Immortal King looked at these dead souls with helplessness and anger in his eyes.

Ah, really.

Ever since his well-behaved watchdog was stolen, the gates of hell have been left without guards.

Every day, countless undead drift in from outside the door and wander here in confusion.

These souls have lost their memories of life, their eyes glazed over, their feet slow, and they move around aimlessly.

Some of them have less arms and legs, and they are relatively fast.

Some of them have been hollowed out of their internal organs, or have half of their bodies cut off, and can only crawl on the ground with difficulty.

It's like a cyan maggot

Others, whose heads were cut in half, kept leaking out of their heads with a cyan smoke-like substance.

If I'm not mistaken, it's their brains.

It flows slowly along the way, as if it never ends.

The Immortal watched the scene with a distressed expression, his massive paws gently stomping the ground.

Immediately, a spear glowing with golden light and extremely sharp slowly rose from the ground, and the crimson streaks spread all around the body.

And the long, shiny spear head split in half.

The Immortal raised an eyebrow, his angry gaze sweeping over the body of the lonely ghost.

A terrible infernal flame rose from his eyes.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he picked up his spear and slashed at all the souls.

In the next moment, the space seemed to be torn apart by crimson flames, and a huge rift was opened.

The flames rolled through the air, becoming violent, as if they had turned into flaming monsters, pushing the rift wider into greater width.

Through the edge of the flames, dense red stars shimmered in the chasm, seemingly echoing the starry sky at the top of the bridge.

The Immortal raised his spear and pointed it at the rift, and the deep sound seemed to be accompanied by a shriveled rusting sound.

From the empty starry sky, it poured into the ears of those dead souls.

"Get me in here. Go to Tartarus, where you need to be. ”

"All judgments in hell will be performed by me."

"If your soul is clear enough, you will be able to return to the world as a new life."

Those lonely souls and wild ghosts who were originally unconscious, after hearing the commanding words of the Hades, turned around one after another and rushed towards the rift in the starry sky that was engulfed in flames.

In an instant, the huge cyan sea seemed to have found a way out, lining up in an orderly manner and pouring into the rift.

Despite their uneven speed, at least the flow of this sea of revenants has finally become stable.

After all the surrounding spirits poured into the rift, the empty area finally regained its tranquility.

Hades breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked to the gates of hell.

Raise your head and look at this incomparably large door.

The huge door is carved with terrifying patterns like flowing lava, and the totem around the lava flows around the façade like a skeleton.

Facing this massive door, the Immortal slowly raised his arm holding the spear and quickly stabbed towards the center of the gate of hell.

After all this was done, Hades closed his eyes and waited quietly.

Boom Boom Boom –

The spear is like a key, precisely embedded in the large lock of the door.

A strong roar rang out, and the huge and ancient mechanical door slowly spread out to the sides, causing the red skull lines to writhe faintly.

It's finally here......

Hades opened his eyes, his blood-colored pupils staring straight ahead.

He could clearly feel that there was a strong and unique aura hidden behind the door.

That's human.

Moreover, the other party was wrapped with a strong elemental aura.

The whole body is wrapped with almost all-encompassing elemental power, majestic and orderly.

This unique aura allowed Hades to identify the other party almost instantly.

Hades was furious, and all the veins under his cyan skin burst out.

At this moment, his whole body erupted with a terrifying momentum, and every inch of muscle was tensed to the extreme.

Wrapped in a red cloak, a long hazy cloud of smoke erupted.

He was ready to take on the daring man who dared to go back to Hell.

He looked up, wanting to take a good look at what the other party would look like in front of him.

However, when the door was completely open, he was stunned.

The original red eyes gradually faded.

Instead, there was a lot of doubt.

Because he didn't see a tall man as he wished.

Hades slowly lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the ground with a somewhat puzzled look.

There, there's a human girl pushing through half of the gates of hell.

That's right, a human girl with blonde hair.

Seeing this, the Hades covered his stomach, opened his mouth wide, and laughed.

"Hahahaha, a human girl? I can't imagine it. ”

She didn't look tall enough at all, she was just a human in her formative years.

The first impression to the Immortal King was that the girl was very weak.

So weak that perhaps he could blow her to the distant River Styx with just one breath.

After a burst of laughter, the Immortal let out a somewhat bored sigh.

Alas, it's really boring.

Ever since the adorable janitor dog was gone, the gates of hell were no longer guarded.

Even such a weak human girl can easily break in.

However, a trace of surprise and confusion rose in Hades's heart.

In this girl, he actually felt a powerful power similar to the original human.

It was this mysterious and familiar force that made him misjudge the identity of the other party for a while.

The girl in front of him made him feel very weak at a glance, not at all half as strong as the human who bravely went to hell at the beginning.

But she can easily go to hell?

Could it be that this hell of his house has become someone's back garden, and there are humans casually visiting every day?

The Hades regained his solemn and ruthless face, he slowly raised his spear, pointed it at the girl in front of him, and asked in a deep voice:

"Tell me."

"Why are you here?"

The blonde girl looked at him as if taken aback by Hades.

She stood stiffly in place, her face pale, and for a moment she seemed speechless.

Even Hades felt like he was bullying a child.

He wouldn't have been willing to treat innocent people, especially little girls like her.

Humans who usually strayed into hell were dealt with by his watchdogs.

It has been hundreds of years since a human being can confront him like this.

It was also a coincidence that he miscalculated.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, and the Immortal finally sighed helplessly.

He withdrew his spear and waved his broad palm:

"Forget it, you can leave."

"Whence you came from, you go back."

As soon as he turned around, he was ready to leave.

But at this moment, the girl's gaze became extremely firm.

Her eyes were fixed on the black trench coat that the Immortal King was holding.

"Please wait a minute."

The girl's voice suddenly sounded, but the Hades completely ignored the other party and still walked towards the depths of hell.

"I want to challenge you!"

The sound fell, and silence fell around.

Even the gentle footsteps of the Immortal came to an abrupt halt.

The Immortal didn't look back, but spoke in a deep voice.

The voice was like the howl of thousands of hellish souls, piercing Erica's eardrums:

"You mean, you want to challenge me?"

At this moment, the Immortal turned his body again.

The massive cyan body once again burst into countless veins, and even the long pale beard ignited a terrifying flame.

A strong oppression erupted from all sides, filling the entire land of hell.

The lava of death, scorching and swelling, and the red flames cracked.

The terrifying aura emanating from the Immortal King oppressed the space around him, almost twisting and shattering.

The red cloak behind him also completely erupted into flames, and struggled in confusion and frenzy.

His eyes were glowing with a deep red light, like a violent beast, looking straight at the girl in front of him:

"Humans."

"I just gave you a chance."