A faint green smoke that symbolized the breath of death rose slowly from the silent earth, mingling with the flames that flickered.

Countless bone warriors of all shapes and forms wielded weapons, forming a verdant Dead Sea bevelled in ethereal ghostly flames.

The dark green flames of those white bone warriors swayed wildly in the void, and the weapons in their hands were also dyed with a layer of dark green by the power of death.

The bones of each of the bone warriors trembled slightly.

It was a lingering battle intent, like a sharp double blade, hanging between the cold and hard bone fragments.

In front of them, a crimson soul plain spreads out.

Each of the sturdy Revenant warriors held a giant black wand with sharp thorns in their hands.

Their eyes were scorching, the fury of the flames.

The body of the soul trembled under the suppressed impulses, and it was full of chaos and madness.

The two sides confronted each other, sparks struck in the fusion of fire and smoke.

A deep breath of wind swept through the entire battlefield of kings, causing the surrounding flames to be disturbed, like a fire dragon winding and twisting in the air.

Hades stood in front of the fierce Plains of the Revenant, looking at Victor with a deep brow.

At this moment, the ghostly green soul fire rising behind Victor almost shook the entire sea of bones.

Somehow, the more he looked at the skeletons, the more familiar they felt.

This impression was first realized when I saw the skeleton warriors who suddenly attacked.

But he didn't pay much attention at the time.

However, the number of bone warriors summoned by Victor now was so staggering that he had to stop and examine.

I don't know if I don't know this, but when I look at it, I secretly surprise him in his heart.

Aren't these nearly 100,000 skeleton warriors the same 100,000 humans who were forced to be imprisoned in the deepest depths of hell to participate in the trial?

When did Victor take them all?

Hades suddenly remembered the first time Victor came to Hell and insisted on taking his dog alone.

As he left, a revenant gate appeared behind him, which was also surging with green soul fire.

And the door just now opened as well.

Sure enough, Victor does possess some kind of magical ability to control the souls of the dead.

So the last time they went to the Coppercastle prison to look for Tanatos, they didn't just go to trouble him.

This guy made it to the bottom of the hell prison without him, and all of them took possession of the skeleton warriors of the Bone Arena.

Hades looked ahead, exhaled deeply, and looked at Victor:

"Whew."

"I didn't expect you to be able to control them."

He glanced slightly, looking at the cyan souls sitting on the black platform.

When Victor summoned those skeleton warriors.

They went from being dazed at first to gradually restless, and finally the frenzied cheers rose like a tidal wave.

Boom –

For a moment, cheers thundered in his ears.

But Hades didn't stop it, because he understood the meaning of the reelants' cheers.

Finally, his eyes refocused and looked at Victor solemnly:

"So, do you know why they are like this, and why they are locked up at the bottom of hell?"

In fact, people who have seen the trials of hell at the beginning have a doubt about this matter.

Why are hellish trials so cruel and unforgiving?

The victor can draw strength from it, but the loser can only swallow the bitter fruit, and the soul will be tormented by fire forever.

Even the soul can only be locked in the white bones that have died to the point where they can no longer die.

Forever sink into the bottom nothingness of hell.

Even the body of the white bones has turned into an arena, and the obsession of life has turned into an endless desire to fight, constantly fighting each other.

"Because that's the cruelty of hell."

Hades swung his spear, the red flames scorching the air.

A ferocious heat wave swept across the Western Zhou and crashed into the pitch-black platform.

He stood tall and looked condescendingly at Victor.

"Don't mistake me for a benevolent place."

He said coldly:

"Only the victors have the conditions to survive, and the losers have no chance to start over."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Victor's front door, and shouted:

"In my kingdom, only the victors have a say."

"Since you want to take them to liberation, then show what you can do."

At this moment, the fiery phantom behind Hades suddenly shook.

It raised its crimson arms, orange-red flames gathered in the center of its palm, and waves of hot qi rolled back.

Immediately after, in the hands of the huge phantom, a fiery horn formed by the shadows of countless beast heads appeared.

The phantom placed the horn to his mouth, his chest full and bulging.

Buzz!

The heavy trumpets of military orders rang out, and the terrifying sound of the westward bound set off endless scorching fire.

At the same time, Hades waved his spear and shouted coldly:

"None of them will be left."

A tremor was exhaled, and an orange sea of revenants rushed out.

One by one, they waved the pitch-black mace in their hands, and with a fierce fire burning in their eyes, they rushed forward.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the sea of skeletons on Victor's side also became restless.

The hundreds of skeleton warriors in the last row generously and heroically removed their ribs and struck them on their torsos.

The sonorous sound of bells is like the beating of drums before the battle of a great army.

Click!

The two sound waves collided together, like a roaring wind, causing the space of the Western Zhou to vibrate slightly.

Countless skeleton soldiers grinned at their mutilated jaws, and the fire of the dead burned all over them.

One of the skeleton warriors even abandoned their own skeletons and turned into skeletal horses full of flames, carrying their companions into battle.

In an instant, the surging sea of skeletons collided with the scorched souls that came from the impact.

The howl of the dead and the cracking of bones intertwine in the air like a chaotic symphony.

The huge battlefield of kings, the endless fierce sound waves are like thunder under the sky.

Countless cyan souls were shocked by this scene, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time, so they could only dumbfound.

Perhaps, the ravages in front of them have brought them back to the past that has long since disappeared,

Bringing them back to the chaos wars they once had provoked a long-standing frenzy in their hearts.

At the end of the heaviness was their eruption of excited cheers, and high howls filled the sky over the entire black platform.

If they can let go of the shackles of being dead souls, perhaps they will join the great battlefield without hesitation.

Although he it is only a revenant and cannot fight real enemies.

But they still show endless admiration for these skeletons fighting for freedom.

Those white bone warriors were also the human powerhouses who challenged the trials of hell back then.

Although they were forced into hell because of their failure.

But even so, these people who dare to challenge trials are still the heroes they yearn for in their hearts.

Seeing these heroes again, as well as the presence of the Hellfire General, they couldn't help but feel their blood boiling and excited.

Persephone, who was sitting in the main seat, couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

She propped up the armrest with one hand and her cheek with the other.

Lazily resting one leg on the armrest on the other side, he half-reclined in his seat, completely ignoring the endless white skin exposed to the air.

Looking at the battle below, she sighed softly, and said as if helplessly:

"Really, if you are provoked, you will be fooled."

"What a brainless man I found."

But now, her gaze looked at Xi Zhou again, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

The underworld turmoil in front of him is incessant, and it seems that it is about to reach a kind of extreme.

Now is the perfect time to show the power of the gods.

Just when the skeleton warrior and the revenant soldier are fighting together, it is inseparable.

Feeling the excitement and enthusiasm of the audience of those dead souls in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Vega quickly flapped his wings and shouted in a torn voice:

"Almost, almost."

Now it can be described as burning eyes.

This group of revenants numbered nearly a million, all trapped in the underworld by the curse of the gods, unable to extricate themselves.

Although the Faith of the Revenant is not entirely effective, and they themselves worship human heroes.

Even if the object of faith is transferred to Vega, the effect will not be too obvious.

But no matter how few mosquito legs there are, it's still meat, not to mention so many dead souls here.

If such a huge faith is transferred to it all at once.

It wasn't enough to restore it to its heyday, but it was enough for it and Victor to leave the underworld without stress.

It's just that if you want to convert the admiration of these dead souls into faith in Vega, you need another opportunity.

Therefore, Victor's tone was calm, calming Vega's emotions:

"Don't worry, it's not the right time yet."

As he spoke, he turned his head away and looked behind him.

On the other side of this abyss, it was still full of paleness.

Just as he was slightly distracted, suddenly a scorching gale struck;

"At this time, do you still have the heart to be distracted?"

The sound of this voice instantly made Victor feel dangerously approaching.

He looked back and saw a fiery figure approaching in the air.

Hades spear of flame in his hand fell towards him like a flaming meteor.

Victor's fiery eyes suddenly bloomed with a bright light.

The spear instantly propped up, quickly blocking the tip of the spear that had fallen Hades.

Knock ——!

This sound shook out, and the terrifying power instantly overturned the entire King's Battlefield.

The shattered earth shattered in an instant under this impact, and the torn cracks were all over the Western Zhou.

Rock shards flew out and flew towards the battlefield in a scorching wave.

The terrifying air pressure burst out, shattering the tens of thousands of skeleton warriors and revenant soldiers on this battlefield.

Between the chaos of bone fragments and the breath of the revenant, the entire battlefield became crumbling and shattered.

The muscles in Hades' arms bulged, and with a flick of his spear, he threw Victor's head flying away from his resistance.

The red armor dragged a long trail on the rocky battlefield.

Victor adjusted his body in the air, and finally stopped before he was about to fly out of the black platform, and stood there again.

Standing in Victor's original position, Hades put his spear on his shoulder, his eyes burning like charcoal:

"Don't forget what you just said."

"King to king, will to general."

As he spoke, he gripped the handle of his gun and pointed at Victor in the smoke and dust.

It's like a hunter holding his prey in sight:

"Now, I'm the king."

"I'm looking for you, the general."