The bronze door carved with many ancient reliefs was pushed open by a man in black robe.

After a thousand years.

The door to hell has finally opened again.

What is ironic is that those who open the door to hell are not the seven great apostles created by the painstaking efforts of the existence of hell.

The cold frost penetrated from behind the door crack and was visible to the naked eye.

One foot took the lead from behind the door.

The dark golden robe fell to the ground, and the gentle-smiling man slowly walked out from behind the door.

The moment the door opened, he seemed to have been waiting behind the door, as if he had already expected the arrival of this moment.

The first thing he did after walking out of the ancient bronze gate.

He smashed the bronze door with his own hands.

The gate that had been imprisoned for thousands of years was completely destroyed by him and he would no longer be restrained.

"I'm glad to meet you here, my dear friend, Lord Ronal, the Lord of the Future Sequence of Life.

I think you must have encountered some big trouble, so you have to ask us for help.

And I, Herses, the god of buses and transactions, is honored to provide you with services. Everything in this world has a suitable price.”

The man in a dark golden robe smiled and looked like a noble gentleman of the old century, and then opened his arms to Ronal, as if he wanted to hug him.

The man in black robe whose real name was pointed out, who had been forgotten for decades, frowned, and took a step back quietly, avoiding the other party's hug.

I don't agree with the people in front of me.

I didn't believe a word.

God of justice and transaction?

It must be the god of fraud!

Almost none of the old pseudo-gods who were imprisoned in hell were good people, let alone positive characters.

Hurseys, who was rejected, had no choice but to spread his hands, looking like he was hurt.

Ronal asked in a low voice: "Is the agreement still the same?"

Hearing this question, Hulsey's mouth curled up, his face looked like a smile, and he said curiously:

"My old friend, you should know the true reputation of my waiting, so you have lost all the weight at the moment. You have to pin your last hope on a group of demons who will keep your promises, right?"

He said without hesitation that the two of them had always understood the problem that they had been tacitly aware of, but they were avoiding at the same time.

In fact, both sides are very clear about this.

So even if Hurseys said in the past, Ronal would not believe a word. Hurseys also understood this, but it did not affect his rare practice of eloquence.

Ronal was silent for a moment and said lightly:

"Gaia's true body is coming, and during this period, you will not have time to leave the North, unless you are willing to give up your freedom again and hide in the depths of hell like a bug that is used to hiding in the dark."

Hulsse did not change color at all because of Ronal's last words. His smile remained unchanged, and he shook his index finger on his right hand and said:

"My dear friend, I must correct you a little bit. If the reason you dare to open the Eye of Hell is just 'too late', then I will feel sorry, because we know this land much better than you think."

"Who do you think we are?"

"We once sat high above this sky and looked down at the world as the master of the world. As the strongest people of that era, we have all entered this land."

"The name of the Pure Land of the Gods is not a false name, it arises for us."

Hurseys straightened his clothes, and every move exuded the aura of a real superior. He smiled and said:

"We know at least seven secret passages from this place to the outside world. Leaving this place and avoiding the head-on conflict with Gaia is easy for us."

"When I went abroad, the sky was high and the earth was vast, who could catch us?

Even if we go out of the boundary, we have a way to go.”

"Sorry, my friend, your plan to use our strength to fight Gaia seems to be failing."

Hurseys cast a sympathetic and regretful look, and his tone was filled with regret.

Ronal stared at him for a long time before turning his gaze away, turning his head to look out of the hall, and said lightly:

"Luckily, you guy didn't show a gloating expression, otherwise I'm really afraid that I can't stop and hit your face with a punch."

Hulsey shrugged, looking innocent.

Ronal said with expressionless expression:

“Helseys, stop going around with me anymore.

Of course you can leave, just like a mouse in a gutter.

But I have to remind you, remember, don't make any noise, because the enemy who has been in exile in hell for thousands of years is coming soon, and your appearance will make Him laugh."

The smile on Hulsy's face finally faded.

This time, he was silent for a moment.

Hulseys narrowed his eyes and looked up, and saw a golden phantom that had already appeared.

The ancient mother of the earth is about to descend to this land.

Hurseys whispered: "Very good, Lord Ronal, you have successfully seized the lifeline of my waiting. But from this point of view, you still chose to believe me."

Ronald was silent.

The person in front of him once told him that they were imprisoned in this desolate and silent land like death row prisoners, but they did not hate the ancient existence that threw them into it.

Because they are losers.

It is natural for losers who have lost their glory to settle accounts after the autumn.

The winner enjoys the fruits of victory, and the loser naturally hides in the shadow and licks his wounds.

What they hate is the deception and betray them the Mother of the Earth!

This hatred has never been reduced even if it has been spent thousands of years.

"His Excellency Ronal, the most painful betrayal in this world is that the betrayer does not think that he has betrayed you at all. In his eyes, this is not even deception. It is just a kind of play or play with the superiors on the subordinates."

Hulseys changed his smile as soon as he had just smiled, his eyes were deep, and his tone was filled with a biting chill.

"So I said early on that even if we are not allies in the future, we will stand on a similar standpoint, because the enemy is a friend."

"This time, we will try to correct some of the old ideas of that ancient god as interest."

"This Mother of the Earth feels that all creatures under Him in this world should serve as His merit and stepping stone for His progress. We will tell Him that the time on His neck, the decaying mind and concepts washed by time, is time to change."

“Happy cooperation, Mr. Ronal.”

Hulseys slowly stretched out his right hand, his expression contrary to his previous attitude, arrogant and indifferent.

Ronal stretched out his hand to hold him expressionlessly and asked:

"Are you sure you can make Gaia pay the price?"

Hulseys narrowed his eyes and said regretfully:

"Sorry, we are not sure yet. In the millennium of hell, we have consumed too much of our strength. It will take a period of time to return to our peak period."

"But we will give that person an unexpected surprise."

"As for your and my past agreement, it depends on how many cards the person behind you hides. We will add weights at any time according to changes in the situation on the field."

"We don't mind having another true god-level ally, and we are happy to provide timely assistance, but at least, this 'charcoal fire' must be delivered to those who hope to survive."

"Dead allies have no value."

Ronal remained silent.

He looked up at the scene where the golden light was getting closer and closer to the place, and the golden light was immersed in the sky above the northern border like a vast ocean.

The other party's attitude is very obvious. They will cause trouble for the Mother of Earth, but they will not sacrifice their lives for it. For them, revenge is not something that happens overnight, and there will always be a chance in the future.

The strength they will invest depends on what kind of trump cards the Mother God has hidden.

This is within his expectations.

He didn't expect that these guys would make great efforts. As long as they could disrupt the current situation and make a little vitality appear in the dead situation, it would be enough.

"What are you going to do?" Ronal asked.

"Well, I will collect some interest first. I feel the taste of the Gaia family. I haven't tasted the blood of the True God family for a long time."

Hurseys smiled.

at the same time.

Behind him is the back of the broken bronze door.

There were dozens of figures with different figures in succession, and the only similarity was the surging momentum that surged out of their bodies.

Ronal's pupils shrank and said, "There are only a dozen gods left in hell?"
To be continued...