The 'Sky' suddenly turned black. All the light, smell, sound, distance, disappeared in this moment. The thick darkness swallowed everything. In the darkness, an arc of black light flew over, bringing out a long circle of blood lines. Blood was thrown in the air and separated in the air. The sickle of the god of death was harvesting the lives of the weak.

No one can resist this sickle. Even the old man felt a pain in his chest, and all the strength in his body was vented from a small hole.

He weakened and fell to the ground on one knee.

When I raised my head again, I found that I had arrived at a strange place.

This is an endless plain with rugged rocks. The sky is covered with dark clouds and the wind is howling. There are chaotic negative energy frenzy everywhere. The air is filled with cold and fishy smell. Not far away, a black river of amazing width is flowing quietly. With the eyes of the dead old man, he can't see the other side at all.

"River of Styx!"

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted and he struggled to stand up. When he looked back, he saw that Kilk's figure had just appeared not far away. There was also a shocking wound on his ancient and noble magic suit's chest. You could even see the broken surface of the energy veins inside.

Around the two, there were several warriors lying on the ground, some of whom were demon-equipped warriors, while others were mercenaries or star thieves. They were all seriously injured without exception. 70% of their lives were gone.

But this is already very good.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief. At least these people were still alive. And the other soldiers who did not appear here had already thought of their fate.

die.

Those who have not survived the Pluto attack are not qualified to step onto this dark land. Because as he said, this is the space plane that was famous for the universe before the great chaos.

The Kingdom of Death of Love and Warmth. Or...

The underworld.

The place where Pluto used to collect the spirits of the loser.

It is said that these spirits were kept here in a special way by Pluto and became part of his power. His behavior was not disrespectful to the dead, but on the contrary, it was a form of his respect for his enemies. Being able to be collected by Pluto after death has become a symbol of the powerful people in the universe at that time.

Few people know that Pluto Dirk is actually a four-system master of speed, power, space, and mysterious four-system mastery. This Underworld is his representative work of space and mystery mastery. (Note: In fact, speed and power belong to the amplification system, but Pluto's two attributes are too extreme, so they form a single series.)

But this is not a good thing for the dead old man.

Because there is no life in the underworld. Once the Underworld opens the Underworld, it means that he has made up his mind to kill. And in the Underworld, it is precisely the environment he can play with the most.

‘Kara…’ A slight crisp sound came from the feet of the dead old man. He was slightly stunned and bent down to pick up a strange skull.

This is a non-human skull, which looks like a date pit, but is enlarged countless times. The surface of the skull is covered with prismatic bulges. The two eye sockets still retain energy veins and dry nerve fibers. One side of the skull is engraved with a line of complex and mysterious words.

"Gisrelton. The controller of thunder and lightning, the king of the sky. I come from the sky, and the sky is my kingdom. When thunder and strong winds sound, my enemy... Please be my glory." The old man said softly and sighed. "It is the strongest man of the Rilton clan, and it is said to be the peak of the nuclear energy level. If we are now, we are stars. In unofficial history, it once developed the Rilton clan into a huge clan covering seventeen star domains. The level of civilization can even enter today's Third World."

"But now...it has become Pluto's collection."

The old man loosened his fingers and let his skull roll under his feet. Then he turned his head and looked at Kilk beside him.

"How about you?"

"I'm fine." Kilk replied hoarsely, and bent down to pick up something. But what he picked up was not a skull, but an ancient crystal core engraved with mysterious patterns.

The crystal core has no energy, it is as dull as a stone. But Kilk still carefully holds it, as if holding a rare treasure in the universe.

"Yarki, our former presiding judge, the peak of nuclear energy level. He left the clan for a mission, but never came back. No information records his whereabouts. I once thought he was still sleeping in a certain part of the universe, but I didn't expect that it died here."

Kilk looked at the crystal core in his hand silently. After a long time, he let out a muffled groan. His five fingers closed and actually crushed the crystal core.

"Dead without dignity!"

"You are wrong." The old man looked at him quietly. "Only those who stay here are truly strong people with dignity. A guy without dignity is not qualified to step on this land at all."

"Because this is the Holy Spirit Temple of the powerful people in the underworld."

"It's just a group of dead people. And there are only energy fragments left." Kilk shook his head disdainfully. He also knew the secrets of the underworld, so he was not surprised by the words of the dead old man.

Then he was silent for a while. He looked back at the demon-suited warrior behind him and asked in a deep voice. "Can you still fight?"

"Only... only 30% of the energy." A magic warrior replied. Under the broken helmet was crystallized with cracks.

Kilk glanced at him coldly. "Then, let's make contributions for my Lord."

"We...glory." The demon-suited warrior struggled to answer, and then fell to the ground.

The next moment, his body was broken and a pure energy floated out. Kilk waved his hand and put the energy into his body. He then turned his attention to other demon-equipped warriors...

The air was filled with the breath of death, and soon all the magic warriors disappeared, and Kilk's body became brighter.

He then glanced at the sky and shouted suddenly.

"When do you want to hide? Pluto, did you bring us here just to trap us?"

"I respect you as a former strong man in the universe, but it does not mean that you will accept your foolings. This kind of place, this kind of chaotic rule power, you are almost at the end, right? Would you rather die in meaningless forbearance than face the glory of battle?"

"Ph!" Kilk exclaimed, expressing infinite contempt.

But just as he wasn't finished speaking, a black light appeared quietly behind him and slashed at his neck mercilessly.

The black light was so fast that the old man couldn't even keep up with his thinking. But no one expected that just as the black light was about to hit Kilk, a hand accurately hit the black light, and smashed the black light into pieces with one hand.

With a heavy and thunderous sound, Dirk's figure flashed from the void and staggered back.

His face turned out to be as pale as paper.

And opposite him, Kilk was slowly retracting his broken palm and said expressionlessly.

"Not every time can be successful. The great Pluto."

"Your time has passed..."

As he said that, every rune on his body began to shine, and it became bright like the sun in just a moment. He also turned into a completely radiant human form.

The light exploded and turned into a stream of light that covered the sky and the earth.

The dark underworld finally ushered in the first dawn ten thousand years later...
Chapter completed!