In the thick fog, the Chaos Evil God Danatis hesitated. A moment ago, he was still watching the enemy he was sworn to kill on the battlefield, but in the blink of an eye, he fell into the fog.
"Can you forcefully transfer my position without me noticing?"
Even though he had experienced countless battles and faced powerful enemies from many planes, this strange scene still made him very puzzled. Even though his face had not changed at all, he was unavoidably uneasy in his heart.
When facing a powerful enemy with superior strength, it is a very common tactic to divide them and then annihilate them. Obviously, he has been divided now and is alone.
"Click!"
Thanatis did not move, his giant sword was stuck on the floor, and he seemed to be in a state of closed eyes and contemplation again, but in fact he was observing the world that had become distorted again with his unique combat intuition.
But what he was waiting for was not the reinforcements, but the fog that was getting thicker and thicker. He could no longer see his fingers when he stretched out his hand, but from some unknown time, the fog became filled with bright red and the smell of blood.
"Asmo?"
The heroic adjutant who continued to think about himself in his thoughts, the fallen hero who always kept calm in the past and could give him wise and decisive opinions at any time, did not respond to him immediately at this time. On the contrary, the one who responded to him was just
A strange roar without much reason.
"Ah...why can't we kill them all...die, die! Die for me!"
Under the strange interference, the other heroic spirits fed back to him messy messages, and they seemed to have fallen into madness.
Within his range of perception, all his subordinates have lost their direction and position. They can clearly detect what is not far away, but they can never see it or get a response.
Thanatis was a little surprised. Unlike those demon bosses who summoned cannon fodder to serve as consumables, Thanatis, known as the incarnation of war, only looked up to the real brave. Rather than saying that there were no weaklings in his Hall of Valor,
It is better to say that the weak have been consumed in endless wars.
And those he summoned to this battlefield were the elites selected from a hundred heroic spirits. The strong ones among them were not inferior to the ordinary gods. How could they not exist?
After entering this plane, the fallen heroic spirits of the dead have been recognized by the rules of the plane. Not only are they strengthened by the death energy, but they also have the same original immortality as their opponents. After all, this is the realm of the dead.
country.
Is it stupid to strengthen the opponent? This is the rule, limiting the object. Limiting the goal and limiting the results. As long as all the limiting conditions are met, there should be no difference.
Different from the power of rules that can be manipulated by the outside world, under Roland's control, the laws and regulations of Hades have been burdened with a more "rigid" burden, but in exchange for stronger "restrictive power" and "
Applicability”.
"Since the rules have been set, how can they be trampled on at will? If the rules of the law can be replaced based on the identity, status, and characteristics of the other party, what is the difference from the original church of the gods? What is the need for its existence?"
The opponent seemed stupid and greatly strengthened his heroic warriors. Danatis did not have any luck or relaxation, but instead raised his evaluation of Roland. Because he knew that the world of mental images was the soul world that the person longed for.
Since entering this world, he has noticed the distortion and madness of the rules of this world. Being able to create such a world itself has proved his extreme paranoia and madness.
In this world where will can be turned into real power, the most difficult things to deal with are paranoia and lunatics. The former's extreme paranoia will make the binding force and effectiveness of the world's rules outrageous, while the latter's can't be predicted by anyone.
What rules will be chosen?
But just dealing with it like this is not an option.
Finally, he chose to move forward, and when he just took the first step, the whole world was instantly distorted.
"...This is...a battlefield!"
Yes, it is blood red. It is an endless red wasteland. The earth is also dyed red with blood. Countless souls are fighting each other on the field. Among them are ghost cavalry, butchers with kitchen knives, and immortals.
Heroic spirits, no matter whether they are strong or not, whether they are glorious or not, whether they contain faith or not, here they are all members of ordinary soldiers.
It was the craziest war. All the souls had lost their minds. They were slashing at each other with sharp blades. They were biting each other with their claws. They were tearing off their heads and intestines and throwing them at opponents. Their only thought was to tear them apart.
The opponent in front of him had his flag and his master chopped down at every moment, but at the next moment, the same number of souls climbed up.
Here, there is no difference between the most powerful heroic spirits and butchers. The originally clear eyes are filled with twisted madness and bloodthirsty will. Some powerful beings even lay down on their limbs, biting each other like wild dogs, no matter what.
Whether they are noble kings or glorious heroic spirits, here they are just a group of angry beasts driven by instinct.
"Asmo Dibor Kari?"
Danatis was a little hesitant, and saw several familiar figures at a glance, but the master's call still received no response. These souls who have been resurrected repeatedly have long since lost their most basic sense.
At the end of the red mist, Roland in the silver robe and mask stood in the red mist, seeming to be admiring the scene.
"A just war? A holy war to defeat villains? A war for living space? Don't be ridiculous. Since you like to fight for various reasons, then I will give you a reason to fight here forever, just like your favorite
Like a wild beast."
Turning his head, the holy robe was emitting the light of clean law, while the ferocious skeleton was laughing evilly. The madness and distortion on its face moved Thanatis.
"Welcome to hell, this is the first hell, the bloody purgatory, wanton killers, war criminals, bloodthirsty fanatics, well, there are also so-called heroes and heroes, as long as they participate in war and take other people's lives, no matter the reason, no matter
Any excuse, no matter who you are, will lead you to this prison."
But when he saw Thanatis, Roland, who was full of malice, suddenly bowed like a hospitable host.
"Under the great God of War, please forgive me for the simplicity of the place, but I think the bloody purgatory is the most suitable place to entertain the God of War, who is the incarnation of war. I wonder if you like it? Or, you don't like the impromptu performance of your men?
Or, are you planning to play in person?"
The silent incarnation of war did not answer. The heavy sword with the turbid black light, killing across the space limit, was his answer as always.
But this time, the unstoppable epee met its opponent. In the red mist, a huge creature blocked the epee.
When the red mist could no longer block the view, the giant beast in the mist showed its posture, and even Thanatis took a breath of cold air.
What a terrifying giant beast it was. Its appearance was somewhat similar to that of a hellhound. Its blood-red body was like a huge mountain range, and its huge tail ridge was burning like a volcano. A single dog's head could bite the God of War's heavy sword.
It seems to be dissatisfied with the restrictions of its master. The three heads are roaring continuously. The blood-red eyes of the beast are full of cruelty and the joy of wanton killing. The limbs and tail are wrapped with the devil flames of hell, giving the poison that flows out.
Saliva melts everything directly.
At this time, its other two heads were still biting and devouring souls. The one it trampled wantonly was a once noble heroic spirit. Even if it was restrained by its master, the incarnation of anger still could not stop killing.
"Hey, I am not a combatant with my small body. The ones who will entertain you will be my little cuties - Xiaobao and Xiaobei..."
"Best! Best, the dog of war!"
"Wang!"
There is endless anger in the roar of the giant dog. Even when facing its master, the furious dog that has entered a fighting state cannot contain its endless anger.
"Okay, since you asked, Xiaobei."
"Best!"
"Well, Xiaobei! I understand, no need to stress."
"...It's up to you."
In the end, the demon dog reluctantly gave up, but Danatis did not dare to underestimate the other party. He had naturally recognized the undead demon dog just now, but now, regardless of its strength and power, it was completely different.
.
"Rage, war, fighting rules, at least, is it a powerful god? It turns out that this is its divine kingdom..."
Thanatis could notice that the giant beast was in perfect harmony with the rules around it, as if this was his kingdom of God and he was the master of this world, and Thanatis naturally became a trespassing trespasser in the kingdom of God.
of intruders.
And even Ayer is unwilling to take the initiative to invade the opponent's kingdom of God, which means endless trouble and huge losses.
For Danatis, if he was just a troublesome opponent before, he may be a dangerous enemy now.
Looking at the increasingly cautious Abyss War God, Roland smiled.
"Let me introduce you again, the Seven Purgatory of Hades, the Hell King of the First Hell and Bloody Battle Purgatory, the Executioner of the Punishment of Killing, the Hades Demon Dog that represents rage and war crimes..."
"Best!"
The roaring demon dog was the first to call out his name, and the anger that could no longer be restrained made it attack. One of the three heads breathed flames, one breathed ice, and the other brought the aura of death and began to bite, even in the face of the Lord God of Chaos.
, the giant beast incarnated in rage still chose to initiate the fight.
The stench and poisonous mist spread, and the flames of hell were enough to burn the soul. Even the gods trembled in the face of the charge of the furious demon dogs.
But the opponent he faced this time was not comparable to ordinary gods. The giant beast that was taller than the God of War had not even come close, but the brilliance of the heavy sword had already torn apart the space.
The trajectory of the heavy sword and the shining thin lines were constantly cutting the space. The void behind the cracks in the space was looming, but the next moment, the entire space barrier was repaired again.
"Even if you are a powerful god, so what? There are already countless dead souls under my sword."
The heavy sword fell, the space was torn apart, and the giant beast's body suddenly fell down. While falling out of the pit, it also crushed countless dead souls who were fighting.
"Ha, you are indeed the invincible God of War of the Abyss, but you'd better not underestimate my little one..."
"It's Best!"
The demon dog that had turned into a corpse roared. The next moment, the demon dog stood up again and became taller again, and the power contained in its body also increased by nearly one tenth.
The furious war demon dog was twitching, its already ridiculous muscles grew two points thicker, and even the hell demon flames wrapped around its limbs became even more intense.
Anger will make the devil dog more powerful, but the dead cannot die in Hades and Hell. This rule is also valid for the God of Hades. In Hades, how can the Lord of Hell who is already dead die again.
If he can't find a way to deal with it, Best will become more and more powerful in his anger. Thanatis, the God of War of the Abyss who mainly uses physical attacks, seems to have encountered the most difficult opponent in this world.
The next moment, the demon dog of war launched another attack. This time, although it was a bit bigger, it moved more quickly.
The demon dog that had just died continued to provoke the fight without hesitation, and this time, the result may still be the same, but ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times? Perhaps the God of War of the Abyss has also come to his death.
"God of War of the Abyss? Bah! If you peel off that layer of reputation gained through killing, wouldn't you be just a butcher and a vicious dog like me? Come on, let us kill each other to the fullest." (To be continued. (.))
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