Chapter 252 Fighting to Death and Two-Pronged Approach

The entrance to the Tartarus Abyss is three huge black curtains, surrounding the east, south and west of the deepest part of the underworld.

Yes, it is not a place that is involuted and closed. On the contrary, its entrance half surrounds the entire abyss.

If you go straight from the three directions of the underworld, you will encounter the darkness of the abyss, the black curtain that seals the sky and the earth. If you penetrate it, you will enter the abyss.

"call!"

"Emperor!"

Countless poor ghosts roared and watched as the majestic and blazing figure blasted into the curtain wall under the terrifying blow of Pluto sacrificing all people and combining many gods.

The soaring firelight was swallowed up by the darkness, like a piece of brown sugar soaked in ink and disappeared.

It's over, Yan Nu has been thrown into the abyss.

Even the most common dead souls have heard that it is the most terrifying place.

Many ancient gods, Titans, and even countless descendants of Typhon, the ancestor of all monsters, were imprisoned inside and could never come out again.

For a moment, the poor people were helpless. Is this a failure?

They thought about failure. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way out and no way out, how could they dare to resist the gods and Pluto?

What to do now? Should we continue to fight?

Just when everyone was at a loss, a huge spear penetrated Pluto and nailed it to the sky.

It is an artistic conception, a kind of mental power, but like substance, it cannot be dissipated for a long time, as if it is condensed in eternity.

"Uhhhhh!"

The wail of Hades shook the underworld and caused the water and earth to boil.

It was such a painful and shrill scream, like a pig being bled, and a thousand times more intense.

With a shrill scream, Pluto fell from the sky.

The divine body was torn apart by him in the air, shattered and cracked!

This was not only the destruction of his indomitable will to move forward, but also the secondary damage caused by his own fierce struggle, heartbreaking, crazy twisting, and self-destruction.

"Kill me! Kill me oh wow!"

Pluto roared madly, trying to expel this artistic conception.

But he was in so much pain that it was difficult to concentrate, and the mood was much stronger than before.

He tried his best to expel it, but there was always a large amount of painful thoughts remaining in his body, which made him cry in despair.

"I'm not alive anymore!"

Pluto attacked himself crazily, finally causing him to completely collapse, vomiting out his twisted soul, flickering and then exploding... and died.

"Ah?" All the gods were dumbfounded. Even Mars and Thanatos did not expect this.

The blow before Yan Nu was sealed actually killed Pluto.

No, strictly speaking, the damage is worse.

But the pain attached to the artistic conception was so great...it made Pluto collapse from the pain, so much so that Pluto even repaired his own knife...he was no longer alive!

"Hiss...it hurts so much..."

Mars murmured, of course they knew the pain of Yan Nu and his even more terrifying endurance.

As the river of flames continues to rise, Yan Slave can bear this kind of beyond-boundary pain, but Pluto cannot.

As bystanders, it is hard for everyone to imagine how miserable Pluto must be to commit suicide.

"Pluto is dead..."

"Hades is dead!"

The crowd was excited and cheering.

They looked up at the flaming spear solidified in the sky and danced.

Fierce flames spread across the sky, illuminating the underworld, like comets, like traces in the sky, as if the sky has left red wounds.

Everyone can feel the artistic conception of Yan Nu, which is heart-warming and extremely powerful.

But then, Pluto appeared again.

The cheers suddenly stopped, and the gods immediately became energetic: "Pluto is resurrected!"

But then, they all looked strange, Yan Nu's artistic conception was here, Pluto was no longer alive, although he stood up again, but wasn't it...another one?

I saw that even though Pluto was reborn, his huge figure was still trembling, his expression was frightened, and he seemed to be still reminiscing about some kind of pain.

"Am I alive again?"

"Ah, yes, yes... don't be afraid, I still have resurrection..."

Pluto II was a little confused and almost forgot that he was still alive. Seeing that the gods looked at him with a strange look on his face, he hurriedly spoke calmly.

But in his heart, he still had lingering fears.

After all, to him, he is Hades, and his memory is coherent.

He collapsed and committed suicide, but then regained his life. At this moment, the fear of that kind of pain is still in his memory, so much so that when he looked up and saw the gunshot, he felt scared.

"You...go and destroy that thing! Hurry!" Pluto pointed his finger towards the sky. At this moment, he just wanted to let people quickly destroy the gun in the sky.

He didn't dare to do it himself, it was too scary, for fear that the person who attacked the gun would be automatically counterattacked and suffer that kind of pain again.

Pluto is afraid, but he is afraid, and so are the gods.

"Charon, you go!" Seeing no one answered, Pluto directly named Charon.

Charon's face turned green: "Pluto, I... I am too weak. I just lent you my divine power. You are so powerful that you can destroy this thing with just a wave of your hand. Why don't you take action?"

Normally, it would be offensive for him to ask such a question, and Pluto would definitely show his majesty.

But now Pluto has lost his previous high-spirited and superior demeanor.

Facing Charon's rhetorical question, he was speechless and fell into silence.

Seeing that Pluto was wilted, the gods also felt sad.

On the other hand, the morale of the countless undead armies following Yan Slave is high!

They also know the function of this artistic conception, which is another kind of underworld. If you die in battle, your soul will return here.

That being the case, what's there to be afraid of?

They are outnumbered, and even if they still can't win, they have nothing to fear.

"Don't stop here!"

"Fight to the death! Resist to the death!"

Chi Qing understood very well and was the first to raise the flag and roar with all his strength.

In an instant, the sound spread from ten to ten, and countless poor ghosts were boiling and roaring with such power that it would shake the sky.

"Believe me! I am Mars, the God of War, who wants to break fate!"

"Your courage will give me strength, and I will lead you to victory!"

Mars also inspired his divine power, inspired everyone, flew straight to the sky, and stood upright under the scar of the red sky.

Thanatos followed closely behind, and even the other fallen gods, with the physiques of ordinary undead, were roaring angrily, looking angrily at their other self in the sky who held divine power.

This war that overturned the underworld was not extinguished with the seal of Yan Slave.

On the contrary, this is the moment when the fight really comes to a head. Countless undead souls will fight desperately until victory, even if only the last person is left.

The gun intent frozen in the sky, exuding indomitable courage, has completely ignited this war.

Is this the underworld? No, this is the underworld now!

"Bold! Do you still dare to resist?"

Pluto was already in a terrible state after fighting Yan Nu, but when he saw a bunch of poor people wanting to fight again, he became furious.

"I win! I already win!"

"I am your god. If you don't surrender, you will all die!"

Countless undead souls roared: "If you die, die! I would rather die with the gods!"

"What!" The gods were shocked.

A huge wave was set off, and the breath of the dead soared into the sky, endless, making the gods feel suffocated.

I thought that Yan Slave was gone, but these weaklings could just deal with it with a wave of their hands.

But I didn't expect that these people would rather die than surrender again.

Yan Nu has shattered the majesty and pride of the gods, which can be described as trampling on them. People have long been unafraid of them.

A larger-scale battle began, no, it was a war, a life-for-life war.
To be continued...