Hades said to himself in the mirror.

"You're not already asleep. Don't you want to face this world again?"

I saw myself in the mirror said sadly.

"I have to confess what I have done wrong, and I have to pay my debts. I'd rather disappear altogether and give you this careerist. Just because I can't let go and can't forget, but I can't bear to let go of the underworld because of my obsession and fall into the most painful cycle of death. I'd rather not have myself than give back the order of the underworld. ”

The Immortal continued

"Then why are you waking up again?"

The self in the mirror said again.

"Because she's back. I know she's made up her mind to clean up this dark world from scratch. I'm tired, and maybe, I can't verify what she's done anymore. Even if you're going to tear me away. ”

Hades said with a sigh.

"The world needs you so much. ”

He paused, and then came again

"Have you ever thought that Ember woke up this time just to see her own father, but in the future, she would have to face the pain of losing her loved forever day and night, and face herself day and night to cause today's ending? Not in the cycle of the Great Array, but even worse than in the Great Array—where Ember could control life and stop time, but now, the endless years are a never-ending torture for her. ”

"She won't regret it. ”

"Her loved ones are dead, and his and her loved ones never know about her existence. Even she herself will always be miserable, and she will always be only herself. In exchange for a more chaotic world, is that what she wants?"

The Lord of the Dead closed his eyes, but his voice was deep and firm.

"It's worth it!"

The Immortal in the mirror shook his head.

"Hey!"

His solemn voice gradually became ethereal, and his figure gradually became transparent, and finally faded away.

This one was completely dispersed in such a chic manner, and the underworld was returned to the other side of himself.

The Immortal was stunned and smashed the mirror to pieces.

The whole person of the underworld is frozen on the shore of the Stygian Sea.

The pale blue flames on the Hades Lord were still burning, and he had burned his life for at least thousands of years since the Great Array.

He didn't care at all, he just looked at himself stupidly.

Her face is so haggard, she is by no means a beauty in the sky and on the earth. And the Immortal King is like a god and soul are all staring at it.

He looked at his eyebrows, eyes, face, nose almost greedily......

How he wished that he could always be like this, just the two of them, and look at each other for the rest of their lives.

How he wished that there would be a chance to do it all over again, and that he could make up for the regrets of this life......

He looked at it, sadly approaching Xinghe, his face gently next to hers, and his mirror carefully pasted it.

He was like worship, so pious and so painful, and gradually deepened this sorrow.

Does being an emperor require pain......

I'm really tired......

Scenes from the past passed through his eyes.

I can't bear it like that, the girl on the tip of his heart, the army of his life......

His whole body was trembling, and his lips trembled even more.

But he deepened little by little, tossing and turning, entangled, as if he wanted to use up all the rest of his life at this time, as if he had rubbed into his endless sadness.

He hugged the mirror tightly, as if he were holding the most precious treasure.

His hatred grew deeper, but his tears kept flowing.

His tears fell on his face in the mirror, and the frozen stone statue of himself gradually recovered.

He was stunned by what he saw.

After a long while, he suddenly pushed away the heavy mirror, and the flames on the body of the Immortal Monarch were instantly extinguished.

The Immortal King did not look back and walked forward.

Keep walking, towards the far reaches of the boundless Stygian Sea.

It wasn't until he was about to walk out of the edge of the underworld that he said softly: "This world is really beautiful. ”

It's really wonderful.

Farewell, those years of sincere struggle.

......

The Immortal stood stupidly, watching his smaller and smaller back gradually turn into a small dot.

Watch her disappear into the distance completely, leaving only the boundless waves gently lapping on the shore that seems to have no end.

War wasn't what he wanted to do, he didn't know how long he had planned it in order to be able to unify the entire underworld, but was it really his intention?

"Lord, there is good news from the front, the first echelon has captured the opponent's forward position. ”

"What about the dead and wounded?"

"Our army suffered heavy losses, but the other side was not light. ”

"Got it, you go down first. ”

Just one defensive line is like this, how can the position behind be fought?

The strength of these emissaries is so bad that I am simply disappointed.

At this point, it would be nice if Ember was on my side, and why should I form an alliance?

Now there are no one available. I can only rely on these ragtags to top it up.

The battle has just begun, and there are successive failures, what went wrong?

I don't believe it was my mistake that someone must have betrayed me, it must be.

I never lost a battle when I was alive, and now that I am the king of the underworld, I feel like I am going to fail.

How do I deal with this? Do I really have to fight it myself?

Is it true that I don't have a single general in my hands that can be used?

I am a good general that I have cultivated, and I don't believe they won't surprise me.

Their ability is wireless, as long as they are used well, they will definitely be able to achieve the desired results, and I will definitely be able to. Absolutely.

My kingdom, I won't lose, I can definitely find a solution, greed is the root of people's desires, maybe this is where the breakthrough lies.

As long as my army crosses that obstacle, all things can be conquered by me.

Everything else doesn't matter anymore, I'm going to win at the end.

That kind of loneliness soaked in the bone marrow seems to be able to corrode people's lungs, muscles, and bones together.

But that kind of calm is the peace that Chonghua fears the most, the calm after the catastrophe full of vicissitudes.

Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity......

I will conquer this world, and I will not let you down.

You can't afford to lose at this critical juncture.

The final victory must be mine, I am the king of the underworld, and I will not lose. I won't lose either.

The colors of the horizon are getting darker and darker, and the colors are scary, frightening.

Who knows what the hell is going on. Maybe it's just a sign of rain. Who would have thought that this was a hint of the underworld.

The color of the heavens and the earth has changed, this is the precursor of disaster, this is the coming of the end of the world, we wait for his arrival in ignorance, and in the end what we are waiting for is only the endless abyss and darkness.