Millions of cyan souls sunk in darkness stood in the void, their frenzied will growing stronger.

Their cyan, ethereal soul bodies began to twist wildly.

It was as if countless hideous and ugly things were trying to break through their light bodies.

Evil murmurs echoed through the chaos, chanting even more blasphemous prayers.

Empty eye sockets are filled with darkness, and fanatical thoughts completely occupy their minds, minds, and even bodies.

Buzz –

The muffled chanting, filled with chaos and madness, echoed around the battlefield for a long time, like a never-ending incantation.

This murmur spread far and wide.

Ever since the first revenant who came into contact with this chaotic sound lost consciousness, he fell into the abyss of the unconscious.

Let the black liquid spill out of the eye sockets and streak across the face.

And it followed the horrible distorted pupils, and kept chanting:

"All things are supreme, and evil gods read them."

"My master—Habika—"

This low, eerie voice spread like a plague.

The moment the first revenant uttered these words, the cyan revenant beside it also lost their minds.

Join in this ominous chanting.

"All things are supreme, and the evil gods ...... mind"

Soon after, the millions of cyan souls scattered all over the black platform stood in a daze.

The body of each revenant swayed and fluttered, tentacles or other invisible forces made up of the stumps of countless creatures tore at the cyan body inside.

But even so, every dead soul could only murmur to themselves, saying the prayer in praise of the evil gods.

However, in the midst of this darkness, no one can see their state clearly.

Only the long, mechanical chanting echoed through the void like an oracle.

And right now, Possephone is not in a good position.

To put it simply, she underestimated the influence of the terrifying being summoned by Victor.

In the same way, she overestimated her willpower.

She sat on a crimson throne in the center of the audience, her eyes closed.

He clasped his hands over his ears, trying not to pay attention to the strange deity that was the only visible form in the darkness.

"How can this be called God?"

How can God be like this?

Spooky, profane, twisted, crazy, and can't even be articulated in words.

Even though she had covered her ears tightly, trying to block out the strange sounds and chaotic murmurs that were coming.

The voices were like pervasive twisted maggots, still invading her ears.

Even though she closed her eyes, the darkness in her eyes still showed the clear brokenness and chaos.

Space collapsed, everything went crazy, regardless of soul or living beings, all fell into an unspeakable frenzy.

If she had known that she might also be polluted, she would never have come here to watch this good show.

But the scene in front of her did make Persephone realize that she had made the right bet.

She reopened her eyes and looked up at the spot that confronted the giant pupil.

In the deep, dead darkness, only a faint orange glimmer flickered.

It was a glimmer of fire that only she could see.

That's Hades, her only love.

And now, he was confronted by the evil god, like a morning star trying to tear through this deep and chaotic darkness.

No matter how twisted or dark the world was, Hades never gave up.

He continued to unleash the power of hell that attracted him, resisting the evil thoughts that kept pouring in, and resisting the darkness that tried to drown everything.

But Persephone knows that even Hades's current 'strongest' state is still false.

He couldn't maintain such a 'heyday' stance.

His power will gradually diminish over time to a tenth of its original size as a result of the promises made to the gods.

It's not much, but it's enough.

This is exactly what Hades promised to the gods.

It was also the restraint that he couldn't leave in the underworld, and couldn't even reclaim to the gods.

If Hades is determined to challenge the gods again, then this shackle on him must be lifted.

Persephone knew that the way to break Hades' shackles was simple.

It only takes one human to actually "kill" him once.

Even if Victor did kill Hades in his prime, he would only fall into a deep sleep.

When he wakes up again, all restraints will be gone and he will be reborn.

However, this condition may sound simple.

In fact, who can kill Hades ten times in a row, and still do it while Hades is getting stronger?

In short, even if Hades stood still, 99% of the people in this world would not be able to break through his defenses.

Even if he knew how to untie Hades, it seemed useless.

Because no human can defeat Hades.

As a result, the appearance of Victor gave Persephone a glimmer of hope.

This human, who is so powerful that it is erased by the rules and is unreasonable, may be able to surprise Hades.

Therefore, Victor has already made this deal with Persephone.

You help me kill my husband, and I help you get out of the underworld.

What do you want me to do and help me during this period, first say.

This seems to be a plot of colluding with an adulterer to kill the original partner, but it is actually a helpless move chosen by Persephone in order to free Hades from the shackles of the gods.

So this matter has to be done secretly from Hades.

It's just that Persephone never expected that Victor's methods would be so terrible.

Asking her to help make a body, he dared to run to the bottom of hell to get Tartarus's heart.

Let her lead millions of souls to the abyss, and he dares to use these souls as objects to absorb faith.

The night was not a means of attacking Hades, but only a cover.

His true purpose was to use the power of the three supreme gods as a sacrifice to summon that evil god.

The crow.

Absorbing the power of the three supreme gods of hell, it became an indescribable thing that almost dominated half of the abyss.

"It's ......"

Persephone frowned and endured, not letting his sanity crumble.

She could only bow her head helplessly, look away, and said with a wry smile:

"I still underestimated you."

And at this time, I felt the roaring murmuring, roaring and endless blasphemy prayers of the Western Zhou.

Erica, who was standing on a shattered battlefield, slowly raised her head and looked at the eyeballs suspended in the air.

"The millions of believers who promised you last time."

"I didn't break my promise."

So.

Victor felt his strength grow again.

It was as if a waterfall of force had fallen from his skull, violently filling his limbs and body.

He lifted his eyes and examined his mana.

【MP：？ /？ 】

This is a huge number that is no longer clearly visible.

This is not only the power of the millions of believers, but also the terrifying uplift that the three supreme gods have brought to Vega.

The constant flow of magic in his body made Victor feel like it was almost overflowing from him.

The chaotic magic of the Western Zhou seemed to break through the limitations of the body, and was about to break away into the darkness of the Western Zhou.

For a moment, the blue magic power poured out, releasing light magic ripples in this void space.

Feeling the magic in his body, Victor raised his head and chuckled:

"I'm not going to use it politely."

He raised his arm, stretched out his fingers, and tapped lightly to the void in front of him.

In the next second, a long ripple of magic rippled in the chaotic and dead void.

Looking ahead, Victor's lips twitched slightly, and an indifferent voice flowed out of his throat:

"Millions of souls are driven by me, and endless divine thoughts obey my will."

"The soul is alive, and destruction is coming."

As soon as the words fell, the dark space trembled like boiling ink, and a slender crack was torn open by the violent magic.

Millions of cyan souls hidden in the darkness rose up with the flowing magic, converging towards the huge pupils suspended in mid-air.

For a moment, a sea of cyan was set off in the void space.

Seeing this scene, Hades forcibly resisted the chaotic thoughts, and his eyes were filled with intense anger:

"Victor, where are you going to take those souls!"

But Victor didn't respond, just drew strange lines in the air with his hands, and continued to chant in a deep voice:

"A thousand souls rise from the wind, and flesh and blood are turned into nothing."

"Fanaticism poured out from the intellect, borrowed into thunder of fire,"

"Tranquility is like stagnant water, decaying and new trees."

As his words fell, the black trench coat behind him rising from the sea of magic gurgled and flowed.

Six rays of heterochromatic light emerged from the trench coat, turning into ripples and rising into the air, flying towards the blasphemous pupils of the sky.

The light melted into the distorted body of the eyeballs, and several strange streaks appeared on the jet-black wings.

The six magic powers flow on the wings, as if the lines are carved, vivid and distinct.

For a moment, the pair of pitch-black wings seemed to carry six huge and terrifying beasts.

Each calamity is enormous, but under the backdrop of that pupil, it is as small as dust.

"Create a new life with my will, and the six yuan will naturally become a sacrifice,"

"Evil thoughts that exist in vain hear my call and pour out."

As the words fell, a surge of magic energy enveloped the huge pupils.

It gradually spreads up, as if turning into a blue barrier.

Buzz Buzz –

The mana that poured out was rapidly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into mist and rising into the air, gradually drifting away.

The huge pupils also swelled dramatically.

Its worm-like pupils dilated, swallowing up all the black smoke around it.

Suddenly, this void space bloomed with a strange and clear light, and the surface of the giant eye suspended in the air surged with colorful colors.

The strange and sacred, mysterious and distorted aura became more and more vigorous.

Buzz –

The roar of the tremor spread for thousands of miles, and the first to the last layer of the magic barrier stood firmly.

Behind Victor there were countless complex magic rings composed of various chaotic magic.

They were like towers stacked on top of each other, jutting into the clear pale void.

Victor stood at the front of this giant eyeball, looking around at the magic ring formation surging around the western periphery, as dignified as a gentleman.

He rested one hand on his chest and the other behind his back.

smiled indifferently and bowed forward:

"The world at my disposal is naturally unbeatable."

The magic surges, and the divine will makes it.

The blasphemy that engulfed the void of thousands of miles receded, and the colored light that pierced through the abyss of darkness gathered from the uncountable twisted organs in the pupils of the eyes.

In the next second, the power that overwhelmed everything burst out.

A new rainbow of colors spread out from the light that burst from the pupils.

It devours the darkness of nothingness.

Broke through this silent silence and nothingness.