At this moment, a chaotic and frantic wail echoed in a palace with a crimson curtain lowered.

The pitch-black floor with golden veins looks particularly eerie under the reflection of the red light waves.

A monstrous and terrifying mass of revenants swirled rapidly in the air in the center of the palace, letting out a piercing roar.

It floated in the air, but as it flew a few meters, it suddenly crashed into the edge of a cage made of orange fire.

The heat of the hellfire spurred the soul and caused it to roar even more wildly.

The shriveled, slender arms desperately stretched out of the cage, trying to grab the giant in front of them.

And in front of this flame cage sits a gigantic gilded writing desk.

Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, was sitting in a crimson plush chair behind his desk.

He propped his blue face with one hand and placed the other on his chest, his fingers tapping on the table from time to time.

Hades frowned, a little bored, observing the mad soul in front of him.

The crazy and hideous soul in front of him was the one he had just caught from the millions of souls pouring into hell.

It seemed to be made up of several skeleton souls, and its long, shriveled arms stretched out in all directions like bare branches in winter.

The forms of the souls were constantly changing in the air, as if they were intertwined with each other and trying to peel off each other.

Driven by madness, these unconscious spirits poured out their wails on Hades, making the whole palace extremely restless.

Hades frowned.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the crimson spear made a golden trail in the air, easily passing through the body of the hideous soul.

In an instant, the illusory skeleton phantom cut off its waist and turned into several light ripples, dissipating towards the surroundings.

The spear slowly fell, but Hades's gaze remained fixed on the cage.

It didn't take long for the shattered and scattered huge soul to reunite from the four dimensions, forming the chaotic and crazy appearance it had before.

The Chaos Ghost stretched its deformed body once more, erupting into a long-lasting scream.

Hades ignored the undissipated soul in front of him, and bowed his head and wrote it down in the papyrus on the desk:

This kind of ghost is immortal and indestructible, and it cannot be eliminated by any means.

Each time they dissipate, they turn into an orange mist, reshape their bodies in a matter of seconds, and reappear in their original space.

It's like......

"It's like a god."

Hades muttered to himself, the stroke frozen in the last stroke of the book.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, staring at the revenant in front of him as a test subject.

If he had to find an existence similar to the revenant spirit in front of him, the only thing Hades could think of was those gods who dwelt in the sky.

And himself.

The gods are immortal, and no matter what challenges they face, they will never fall into true death.

Like Hades himself, he was able to unleash his own powerful power even in the midst of death.

Nor had he seen anything that could threaten his life.

Even his current strength is only one-tenth of his complete body.

Thinking about it, Hades suddenly remembered Victor, who had just fought with him.

I couldn't help but think about it.

If there really is a human who can threaten his life, perhaps the thief who stole the dog is the most likely.

Hades couldn't help but sneer.

That dog thief, he will never let go easily.

But for now, Hades realizes something.

The millions of souls who have been released into hell have most likely nothing to do with the abominable dog thief.

To be able to collect so many immortal souls......

Hades didn't doubt that Victor had this ability, but it was almost impossible for such an immortal soul to appear in the human world.

Each of these souls possesses god-like qualities.

If given the opportunity, they may even have the potential to become gods, replacing the noble gods who are far beyond the world.

Hades couldn't help but think that the source of these dead souls was probably those heavenly gods who only cared about their own interests.

"Is it the plan of the gods again?"

Hades gripped the barrel of the pen in his hand tightly, and the force of the pure gold barrel bent slightly.

Ever since he had separated from the gods in the sky, Hades had never been in contact with them.

As a result, the celestial realm and the underworld have been in a delicate stalemate of peace on the surface but disdain for each other on the inside.

After all, the gods of the heavenly realm cannot descend to the underworld, and the gods of the underworld cannot ascend to the heavenly realm. The two sides continued to face off like this.

And now, he has settled down and is too lazy to fight with the gods of the heavenly realm.

He is now a family god and lives a comfortable life in the underworld.

However, the gods of the Celestial Realm still seem to be thinking about stirring up trouble, and are dissatisfied with the stalemate between the two realms.

And now, these revenants have suddenly broken into his territory.

Hades inevitably didn't think it was the human doing it on purpose.

Although he couldn't figure out the other party's purpose for a while, now, he had to deal with the current problem first.

These millions of immortal souls who suddenly break into Hell must be strictly controlled.

Otherwise, once this group of revenants is spread to every corner of hell.

All the undead of the underworld will live in a world of pain and wailing, and the entire underworld will lose its tranquility.

Due to the immortal nature of these revenants, they cannot be eliminated by ordinary means, which makes them extremely tricky to deal with.

Hades held his forehead and sighed deeply, a strong sense of depression welling up in his heart.

After taking a deep breath, he stood up suddenly, slammed his fist on the desk, gritted his teeth and complained:

"A bunch of failed guys, and in the end I need to clean up your mess."

As soon as the words fell, Hades stood in front of the desk, his eyes flashing with angry fire, giving an order that belonged to the lord of the underworld:

"Tell all my soldiers, when you see this kind of undead, don't get rid of it, and catch them all for me."

His voice instantly became deep and majestic, with a fiery impact and mechanical echoes, and it thundered all around.

The entire underworld shook with this deep echo, and the sound spread throughout the underworld.

Whether it was scorched lava or green meadows, they all trembled slightly from the powerful sound wave.

Even the dead Styx rippled slightly.

Under the command of this voice, tens of thousands of cyan undead and undead soldiers in mysterious steel armor raised their heads one after another.

Eyes converge on the huge castle made of orange flaming bricks.

Hades' commands are deeply implanted in their hearts, even awakening the sleeping spirits of the undead in the earth.

Mysterious armor appeared out of thin air, quickly covering their cyan phantom bodies.

For a moment, countless white bones grew from under the armor, giving these undead bodies substantial bodies.

As the undead soldiers appeared one after another, they quickly formed a neat array and began to patrol the hellish world.

The rumbling footsteps reverberated throughout the Underworld, echoing in the deep void.

Hades was still standing at his desk, gasping for breath, his eyes glaring angrily ahead.

When he felt the countless undead soldiers move, he slowly closed the paper book in front of him again.

At the same time, his gaze was still in line with the dull and godless soul in front of him.

"Uhh......h

The revenant's mouth opened to reveal its dark teeth, and a heavy hiss rang out from its throat.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Hades couldn't help but be a little silent, and stood in place and thought.

When he returned, Hikari remembered to deal with the souls.

Now that I think about it, I always feel as if he has forgotten something particularly important.

"What the hell is going on......

But Hades pondered for a long time, but he never remembered.

But he had a strong intuition.

It seems like it's time to think about getting a new hat.

……

Warm golden sunlight pierced the sky and fell on this spring land surrounded by vast snowfields.

In the sun, the verdant blades of grass shimmer with life, while the snow principle reflects a crystalline sheen.

On top of this grassy land, there stands a magnificent wooden house made of planks and vines.

Around the house is a wooden table and several intricately carved wooden chairs.

Erica sat on a wooden chair with a dignified posture and a calm expression.

On the wooden table in front of her, a pitch-black, one-eyed crow stood.

A teapot with a delicate pattern seems to be manipulated by an invisible hand, floating gently and slowly filling Erica's teacup.

In the air, a voice said softly and politely:

"Please."

Erica gracefully picked up her teacup and took a sip.

Feel the warmth flowing from your throat to your stomach, a warm feeling that is unimaginable in this hell.

Just as she finished tasting the flower tea, the ethereal and mysterious voice sounded again:

"Sure enough, you're a living person."

Yes?

When Erica heard this, she immediately panicked.

Because just now, the strong aura of this garden owner brought her a huge sense of oppression.

Even with Professor Victor by her side, she couldn't calm down right away.

And now, this sudden word made her even more confused.

She's been tempted again?

How can the people of the underworld be so scheming.

"But, little girl, you look special."

This time, the mysterious and ethereal voice was a little softer, not as oppressive as before.

"It's just that the person I invited was not you, but the gentleman on you."

"Why don't you dare to appear directly in front of me, are you afraid of me?"

Hearing this, Erica didn't dare to say much, because she knew that the other party was communicating with Professor Victor.

Sure enough, Erica clearly felt that she had no idea of speaking, but her mouth opened and moved by itself:

"Madam, since you want to see me, why don't you show up in person and let me see you first?"

At this moment, Erica seemed to have changed her whole person.

A confident and cold temperament emanated from her girl's body, which seemed particularly conflicting:

"Are you afraid that others will misunderstand?"