Ahead of the gates of hell, there was a deep silence.

Only a middle-aged man, wrapped in raging flames, fell to one knee in front of Aubery.

He bowed his head, his posture revealing supreme respect.

Every inch of his skin seemed to be filled with the roar of fire, and a crisp crackling sound exploded above his body, destroying the original silence of the space.

The red light of the fire reflected a flickering red light through Aubery's translucent soul.

Seeing the man in front of him, Oberly slightly put his hands behind his back, lowered his head slightly, and sighed:

"Alas, Tishnato."

"Sure enough, your death was not easy."

In Oberly's memory, Tishnato was a proud warrior who defied life and death.

Despite the passage of decades.

Oberly still vividly remembers his youthful experiences and the brothers who fought alongside him.

Among them, what he admires the most is the heroic and fearless way of fighting in Tishnato.

In various battles, Tishnato treats his flesh and blood almost as nothing.

Completely integrate the fighting spirit into every drop of blood.

Every time he wielded his weapon, it was like blowing the horn of battle, playing the melody of victory.

There is a deep resonance between Oberly and him.

That is the fearlessness of death.

However, when the dust of war settled, Tishnato should have been knighted, but he refused the honor.

Instead, he chose a piece of territory and left the royal capital.

But he had only been in his own realm for only ten years, and the news of his death suddenly spread throughout the royal capital.

The news was so sudden for Oberly that he couldn't believe it for a while.

And now, after decades.

When he himself has entered the afterlife, he sees Tishnato again in front of the gates of hell.

Oberly finally realized the difference.

He surveyed Tishnato's body surrounded by flames, the one that no other man could reach.

Moreover, Oberly could feel an incomparably powerful power from him.

This force piqued Oberly's interest.

"Tell me, what is a 'Heroic Spirit'?"

Tishnato still bowed his head and responded to Oberly with the utmost respect.

"Your Majesty, you should have discovered that you still maintain the strength you had in life."

"Souls like us who die but still retain the power of life are called 'Heroic Spirits.'"

Hearing this, Oberly understood.

He lowered his head, staring at his transparent body, remembering when he had first arrived in that dark space.

At that time, he also felt that his body was full of strength, and an impatient battle spirit was almost rushing out of his body.

He even wanted to fight the gods of hell.

At first, Oberly thought that everyone who died would be restored to their strongest state before going to hell.

However, now it seems that everything does not match his imagination.

Hearing Tisnato's explanation now, Oberly's eyes narrowed slightly.

His eyes sank, and he glanced at Cerberus, who was curled up on the ground.

The three-headed dog on the ground felt the gaze of this terrible gaze, as if it was startled.

Its body on the ground shook violently, and all three heads were retracted in unison.

They were all buried in their two paws, shivering.

Oberly sighed helplessly.

The puppy was so scared that it was clearly not going to fight it.

Otherwise, he really wanted to test whether his strength recovery was true or not.

But now what is more important is the "Valhalla" mentioned by Tishnato.

Oberly is more interested in the mysterious Valhalla than in hell.

He raised his gaze again, staring at Tishnato on his knees.

"So, what are the requirements to become a 'Heroic Spirit'?"

Tishnato looked up, his gaze blazing.

He knew that Oberly had taken an interest in it.

If you have an interest, it will be easier to do it after that.

He looked at Oberly solemnly and explained:

"Reputation, power, participation in the war."

"Only by meeting these three points at the same time can you be guaranteed to become a heroic spirit after death."

When it comes to reputation, Oberly certainly does.

He was the greatest emperor of the Carencian Empire.

As for the power, needless to say.

And to participate in the war.

Oberly fought numerous battles before becoming emperor, and he was undefeated in each of them.

Therefore, Oberly has all three of these things.

He is the best candidate to enter Valhalla.

But.

"After death, you can still maintain the strength and memory of your life."

Oberly smiled and looked at Tishnato and spoke with great sobriety:

"If it doesn't come at a price, it's impossible."

The flame man in front of him could only smile bitterly and nodded:

"The price is that we can only stay in Valhalla, unless someone needs our presence."

"We will also remain in Valhalla forever, unable to reincarnate."

This is a pros and cons thing.

After becoming a Heroic Spirit, you will retain the power and memories of your past life.

But if no one remembers him, he is needed.

Then this Immortal will be sealed in Valhalla forever.

It's more terrible than death.

In contrast, the cycle of death becomes a relief.

"So that's the fundamental reason why reputation is needed."

Oberly seemed to see through everything, and said with a light smile.

Having a reputation means never being forgotten, as was the case with the mighty Oberly.

This world's number one warrior, the strongest emperor of the Calencian Empire, will definitely be remembered forever.

And for those who have no reputation, even if they become heroic spirits, there is no point.

It's better to be reincarnated and go to hell.

"Let me guess."

Oberly narrowed his eyes, looked at Tishnato and said lightly:

"The founder of this Valhalla is the founder of the Mage Council, the Archmage."

These words seemed to break through the veil of mystery, and Tishnato's eyes widened when he heard it.

The stunned eyes revealed a strong question.

It's like asking how Aberley knows.

"Because, ah, it is not those who meet these three requirements to become Heroic Spirits"

"Instead, he chose people who met all three of these and made them Heroic Spirits."

Even after abdicating from the throne six months ago, Oberly still maintained a sharp mind and judgment.

He was indeed a warrior, but he was able to lead the entire Carencian Empire to this day.

This is not something that a simple-minded warrior can do.

As early as Tishnato mentioned the state of the Heroic Spirit, Oberly understood.

The so-called Heroic Spirits are nothing more than the magic of the Archmage.

'With only ten minutes of life left, in exchange for the power of peak state. ’

Indeed, this magic of the archmage left Oberly with only ten minutes of life.

But the effect of this magic, the second half of the sentence is the most important.

In exchange for the power of peak condition.

Lifespan is time-limited, but strength has never been said to have a time limit.

When the body dies, this power is transferred to the soul.

Hearing this, the flame in Tisnato's eyes shrank into a long snake.

After a moment of silence, he closed his eyes, looked down and sighed.

To be honest, when he left Wangdu, he refused to be knighted, not only because of the child he picked up.

After all, with his record, even if many people talk about the Klevenna family.

He also dared to break into the nobleman with a knife the next day to force them to apologize.

The main thing is this emperor.

He felt fear of this brother who had experienced life and death with him.

Tishnato has never been afraid of Oberly on the battlefield.

On the contrary, he admired each other as much as Oberly.

But from the moment Aubery ascended the throne and became emperor.

Tishnato was well aware that the emperor had never been as innocent as he had been.

He is no longer the Oberly who has killed thousands of enemies on the battlefield but can still talk and laugh with him.

So, Tishnato asked for a fief.

With regret and the child who was picked up, he left the royal capital and moved to Breston.

Now, Oberly was standing in front of him again.

With so much to speculate on with just a little bit of information, Tishnato felt that he had made the right choice.

Oberly's mind was too meticulous.

"Alas, since Your Majesty has guessed everything, then I won't do anything mysterious."

He was still on one knee, but he straightened his spine.

With his hands clenched into fists, he faced Oberly seriously.

"Your Majesty, the Archmage prophesied that it would not be long before the gods would return to the human world."

"There will be a war between the heavens and the earth, and only the Calencian Empire will be spared calamity."

Tishnato said this with an extremely serious expression.

Even the body made of ethereal flames was clearly visible a dull aura.

"Please enter the Valhalla and protect the empire with the body of the Valhalla."

But Oberly did not agree, and glanced at Tishnato with a smile, and then said:

"Isn't your son capable of protecting the Empire?"

As soon as these words came out, Tishnato half-knelt in place, slightly stunned.

There was a sudden hesitation on top of the serious expression.

Of course he knew who Oberly was talking about, but ......

"Victor has more important things to do......"

He didn't say more, but it was clear that he didn't need more.

Oberly sighed and asked him one last question:

"In that case, why don't you lead me to Valhalla first?"

"It's about taking me to the gates of hell before I talk to me about these things."

"You know, I'm old and don't want to worry about more."

But then, he saw Tishnato hold out two fingers.

"Your Majesty, I have led you here because you have broken up the curtain of the sky."

"I must make sure the sights of the gods watch you step by step to the gates of hell."

"Then they will really think you're dead."

Hearing this, Oberly was unmoved.

Obviously, that wasn't enough to impress him.

"That's one of them."

Oh?

Oberly raised an eyebrow curiously, could it be that there was a second reason?

"Two."

As soon as Tisnato finished speaking, the gates of hell behind him opened instantly.

For a moment, the hellfire around the door was blazing, and a cold yin wind whistled out from the other side of the door.

Swept through Tishnato's scorching fiery body, through the transparent soul of Oberly.

Oberly narrowed his eyes as he stared at the fiery and breathy door.

In that hell's gate, there was no breath except this yin wind.

It was as if all the existence inside had been emptied.

At this time, Tishnato finally smiled and said:

"I said it before, Your Majesty."

His smile was like, 'I don't understand you yet?' 'Same.

"Hell is empty, and Victor has not left you a god."

"Even if you go to the underworld, you can't find a suitable opponent."

Hearing this, Oberly was slightly stunned.

After a few seconds, he burst out laughing.

A powerful sound wave accompanied by a shocking force spread from the gates of hell to the western circumference.

The deep darkness was once again shattered by the terrifying force, condensing into a twisted hole.

Even the burning gates of hell were swept by this laughing wave, and there were many tiny cracks in the gears that shook.

And Cerberus, who was lying on the ground, spat out his sharp steel tongue, lowered his ears, and curled up even tighter.

"Hahahahahaha

The laughter spread far and wide, as if it had hit the end of this void space, and it reverberated endlessly.

At this moment, Oberly felt that his soul was gradually becoming fuller.

The transparent soul slowly emerged with a dazzling golden light.

A head of overlapping armor, golden armor with a lion's head sticking out of his shoulders bloomed from above his soul.

The original pale white hair gradually faded the traces of time and turned into a brilliant silver.

Even those wrinkles carved with vicissitudes and sadness have been slowly smoothed out.

The muscles that had been relaxed tightened, and the muscles of the whole body were strong all over the body.

At this time, Oberly regained the same youthful appearance as he had when he ascended the throne.

The loud laughter finally subsided, and he lowered his head again.

His eyes were full of pride and pride, as well as the deep imperial battle intent.

"Then, with the heroic soul of Oberly Saul."

"Let me keep fighting."