Within the gloomy hall, countless translucent faces floated in the alchemy array on the ceiling. The dead souls were reconstructed using Origin Substances and records, creating a nearly perfect replica of the spirit body.
At this moment, countless voices continuously rang out in Hades's ears.
"Your progress is already too slow."
"When is this going to end?"
"We need to make changes."
"Otherwise, we'll suffocate to death."
"I said a long time ago that we should use Rome's secret methods. The outdated Greek methods won't work."
"There's no point in going back on our words now. It'll only increase the internal strife. Our talents aren't as good as Pubrus'."
"But Pubrus doesn't have any energy left … … Blood, spirit, body, and bones … … After so many splits, does he really still have his original talents?"
"I'll be honest with you. I think creating a god is pretty stupid. You should try my project … …"
"Ha? The artificial Silver Sea can't be controlled at all. It's actually more practical than recreating a remnant evil. "
"If you want to talk about this, I'm not sleepy anymore … …"
"Enough!"
A dignified spirit interrupted the useless bickering and grumbling.
The Origin Substances that flowed between the spirit body replicas rapidly transmitted the conclusions of their thoughts. The sparks of their thoughts collided and rubbed against each other, finally coming to a conclusion that everyone agreed with.
The dignified face of the previous chief descended, looking down at Hades's cold face. "Losing the initiative is equivalent to sitting and waiting for death. Hades, you are the chief. You should do something."
There was no resentment or resentment that came from being poisoned and murdered.
There was no brainwashing or modification, nor was there any abuse or torture.
These spirits that had been 'resurrected' after death didn't care at all about providing their murderer with wisdom and reference. They didn't even care that they were already dead.
Even if they knew that Hades was a follower of the Pied Piper, it didn't matter.
The instincts of an alchemist had long since suppressed everything. Curiosity, the desire to research, and the uncontrollable urge to explore, those important parts that made up the spirit were faithfully reproduced.
Unlike those mediocre people who died impure deaths, these fanatical seekers of knowledge only needed a few minutes to accept their own deaths. After leaving behind a bit of regret, they began to willingly continue to provide services to the murderer.
He held nothing back.
They just wanted to see the results. Even if this self-awareness was fake, they still wanted to satisfy this irredeemable impulse.
Reality had already proven that Publius's talents were far above theirs.
Since the existence of the Great Grandmaster was not something they, who were flawed, could stand shoulder to shoulder, then why not accept their own failure and follow the changes to explore a higher realm?
They didn't care about the lives of others. They didn't even care about their own lives.
Moreover, it was just that he couldn't eat. It wasn't like he couldn't continue his research. He could still pursue new intelligence after death …
Wasn't that good?
"I don't like to act rashly before I get to know my opponent's background."
Hades shook his head. "The faster you move, the faster you die. At the end of the day, didn't you guys fail because of your own arrogance? Haven't you learned your lesson? "
His fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair. After muttering to himself for a while, he slowly said, "That martial artist from the Astronomy Society has never been anything to fear. Mikhail's projection is just a facade. He's too far away. He can only maintain that area. He can't do anything else. Don't be fooled.
The real threat has never been Mikhail, but the people behind him … "
He paused for a moment, looked up, and asked, "In today's era, is there anyone else who can activate the [Showdown of the Gods] other than the gods?"
"There's a 30% chance that it's Mikhail, a 40% chance that it's an unknown divine mark, and a 19% chance that it's from Helios … Among them, the chance that a real god will descend here is less than 1%."
The previous First Seat quickly came to the most objective conclusion. "The gods repel each other. Hades, it's like two stars that won't easily get close to each other.
After Apollo's mystic instrument of creation was activated, it's impossible for another god to enter Helios. Or rather, it's because Publius's creation of divinity was too successful that it was used by his opponent. "
The representative of the souls gave a final warning. "It's the most dangerous time. We have to respond."
"I know."
Hades tapped his assistant and said calmly, "I know."
At that moment, in the Holy Temple of Hades, the King of the Underworld, under the gaze of countless souls, the huge array in the center of the hall lit up once again.
After offering a huge number of sacrifices and countless offerings, liquid gold rose from the cauldron, breaking through the blood and turning into a descending embryo.
An endless amount of darkness seeped out from within.
Then, a tall and thin figure appeared from within. It was dark all over, covered in layers of gold ornaments adorned with lapis lazuli and rubies. Its vertical eyes slowly looked up.
It sniffed the air and frowned in displeasure.
"The stench of an alchemist …"
The one who wore the crown from hell looked up at Hades and mocked, "Are you the contractor? Do you expect to bind me with such a thing? "
He opened his mouth slightly and blew gently. In an instant, the wind of decay from time broke through the layers of boundaries and turned into a torrent, rushing forward.
Soon, it disappeared in front of the scepter in Hades's hand.
"The witness of the contract is the Supreme One who blows the Voice of Truth —" Hades asked expressionlessly, "How dare you offend his majesty?"
"There is no second master. Watch your words, Jester!" A cold light appeared in the beastly vertical eyes of the one who wore the crown. "I only serve the Lord of Decay, the immortal 'King of Wither'!"
"This is also the permission of the King of Wither!"
Hades raised the scepter again and pointed it at his face. "Demon of Sumer's Hell, the solidified evil spirit — Gala the Traitor! I command you in your name, obey me — "
He paused for a moment and revealed a malicious smile. "Or, you can make another choice."
Under the restriction of the contract, the ancient solidified one fell silent. Countless phantoms appeared in the strange luster flowing on the gold ornaments, all of them were the twisted faces of the dead.
After a long time, he slowly looked behind him.
In the darkness behind him, a pale face appeared.
Shrouded in a pitch-black veil, it was a beautiful face, but it was completely lifeless.
Gala had no mood to appreciate this stunning beauty. Instead, he was full of disgust for the pair of empty eyes.
It was a lie, a false bubble, just like the promises of all the jesters. There was no truth to it, but at the same time … it was full of threat and malice.
"I will abide by the contract, Alchemist."
Gala withdrew his gaze and chose to obey the authority of the Supreme One. "Give me weapons, give me blood, give me war … Finally, keep your doll away from me."
"Then, happy working with you."
Hades raised his hand and once again made an inviolable contract.
As the darkness dissipated, countless huge shadows emerged from the end of the hall like a tide. They looked up with their scarlet eyes. They could not wait any longer.
"I've prepared the war you want, Gala."
Hades smiled and told the leader of the large group who was loyal to death.
"Before the war is over, learn to get along with [Pandora]."
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At the same time, in another huge hall, the visitor put down his teacup and picked up his cigar again. "I have a feeling that you are in big trouble, Garland."
"This has nothing to do with you, Izhector."
In front of him, the grand master shrouded in an invisible flame said coldly, "You just need to do what you want to do. You don't need to care about other things."
"Aha, now even little Garland looks down on me." Izzie scratched his head awkwardly and was full of concern. "Am I not here to care about the health of the younger generation? Blood fever is such a troublesome disease. Can the body still withstand it? "
"More than enough."
Garland lowered his eyes and stared at the hot blood flowing from his fingertips.
Droplets of blood dripped onto the ground, burning patches of scorch marks.
"Then, I will not disturb you."
Izzie raised her hand and put on her hat. She got up and patted her pants. She politely said goodbye. "Since you invited me to tea, how about I give you a prophecy?"
"Not interested." Garland replied coldly, "No matter what happens, everything is part of fate, isn't it?"
"You are so similar to Publius." Izzie laughed.
"Who says not?"
Garland retracted his gaze.
Izhector, the demigod from America, the high priest who inherited noble blood and holy will, had disappeared without a trace.
In the silence, the dazed Rachel next to him opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"What happened?" he asked, puzzled.
"What? Nothing happened."
Garland stared at the fog in the distance. He looked at the tower burning with the light of the sun. It was as if he could see the embryo of God brewing in it.
The embryonic form of God was also looking at him.
Thus, his eyes gradually turned cold.
It made his blood run cold.
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Four hours later, Huai Shi, who was drinking, playing cards, and singing, suddenly stopped.
He was pulled to the top of the Eternal Frost Furnace by an invisible force.
He held the cup in his hand in a daze and sat on the throne of the Sunmaker.
Only then did he realize that he had been so high on eating and drinking that he did not see that the countdown had ended.
Before he could react, a new round of battle began.
When the roar burst out from the fog again, a ferocious outline appeared in front of Huai Shi.
Surrounded by colorful RGB lights, a tower rose from the ground like a dragon. The broken dog that had disappeared for a long time appeared in front of him.
"Huh?!"
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that he would be the one fighting himself this time.
Then, he saw countless intersecting roads extending out from the fog, covering the entire battlefield.
Hundreds of magnificent bronze mirrors that towered into the clouds stood in the middle, slowly rotating and reflecting the complicated and changing reflections. The complicated and strange paths were like messy wool that twisted together, turning into a dead knot that could not be untied.
Just looking at it made one dizzy. The three forks overlapped and became a strange maze.
No one could find the beginning and end of it.
And this time, the rules of the venue were so strange that no one could understand them at all.
[Reversal of Gains and Losses]
What kind of rule was this?
Was it to restrict alchemy?
Huai Shi looked up blankly and looked at the opposite side.
Then, he saw himself sitting on the throne of the Sunmaker.
'Huai Shi' revealed an evil and wild smile.
Saliva and tongue were thrown out from the corner of his mouth …
It flowed all over the ground.
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