"See Your Majesty!"
"See the Queen of Hades!"
"See Concubine Ming!"
Earth Demon Star Machine Titan: Tower Ross.
He knelt respectfully on one knee before the three gods. Perhaps he had never imagined that his hatred would one day manifest so vividly, or that he would truly have the chance to seek revenge. This was something Tower Ross had never considered.
Hades nodded indifferently and said calmly, "If you desire revenge, then wait a little longer. The battle between heaven and earth is about to reignite. Find a way to defeat your enemies."
"Yes!"
Tower Ross knelt with a frenzied look in his eyes; he craved vengeance! Hatred was deeply imprinted in his soul, second only to his loyalty to His Majesty. In his heart, Tower Ross was filled with madness and terror, yet he maintained a cold, robotic demeanor.
This made him a favored warrior of the Earth Demon Star. As the battle between heaven and earth approached, he understood the importance of his role.
"Um."
Hades replied lightly, "You may go."
"Yes!"
Tower Ross stood up, transforming into a dark purple light as he returned to the magic star. He would work tirelessly to improve his strength, determined to become powerful enough to exact his revenge in the coming battle.
Although he was just a humble god, he was still a god. With his current strength, Tower Ross knew he could not stand against the greater gods. Therefore, he had to strive harder to elevate his power and be a worthy opponent, even if he was considered a lesser deity.
Watching Tower Ross depart, Hades turned his gaze away, indifferent. The birth of a ghost fighter was inconsequential; even if Tower Ross perished, this vast world would eventually see the emergence of another ghost fighter from the Earth Demon Star.
In Hades' eyes, aside from a select few truly special ghost fighters, the rest were merely insignificant. The only notable fighters were Huihuo and Miao, who had each mastered unique powers: one wielded the God-killing Flame, while the other possessed the Law of the Sleeping God.
As for Charon? He shouldn't be viewed as a mere ghost fighter but rather as a god of the underworld, being the elder brother of the twin gods and the third son of the primordial deities Erebus and Nyx.
"Husband!"
"Um."
Persephone and Yan Mo spoke, with Hades nodding indifferently. "Everything can begin."
With that, Hades began to rise, and in an instant, the entire Hell seemed to tremble. An endless roar reverberated, the ground shook violently, and with this terrifying sound, Hell reached a critical point.
Dark purple fluctuations emerged as the great gate of the underworld appeared, spreading open wide. Suddenly, massive tree roots began to penetrate, as if aiming to engulf the entirety of Hell.
The roots wove through every aspect of Hell, and Hades faintly uttered a single phrase: "Take it."
In an instant, an overwhelming surge of divine power flowed out. Hell was gradually being pulled toward the great gate of the underworld.
This devouring would see Hell swallowed whole by the World Tree and merged into the underworld. As a result, the entire underworld would experience significant enhancement, with the ninth hell, Yan Mo Hell, also manifesting within.
"It all begins now."
Yan Mo exhaled a wisp of green smoke, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. Witnessing such a monumental change in Hell stirred deep feelings within her.
While she felt immense joy, a hint of emptiness lingered in her heart. For so many years, she had built Hell step by step, being born from its essence. It was as if she was both its master and a product of it. However, as time passed, she realized that she could not compete with the three imperial gods until her husband appeared.
"Well."
A sigh accompanied a wisp of green smoke from Yan Mo. Her voice carried a calmness and indifference, as if everything had become a distant memory. Perhaps, for Yan Mo, what once was now felt like a fleeting moment.
"Younger sister."
Persephone gently grasped Yan Mo's slender hand, saying, "No matter what happened in the past, everything is different now. You needn't feel nervous or uncomfortable; this is our future!"
Yan Mo smiled softly. "I know, sister. Don't worry; I'm not fragile. It's just a moment of nostalgia. The disappearance of Hell signifies the end of the former King Yan Mo. Now, I am simply the Concubine of the Underworld."
"Um!"
The two sisters exchanged smiles, ready for what lay ahead. The past had faded, replaced by a brand-new future, a future filled with promise.
Once, they were Persephone and Yan Mo, but they had left their former selves behind. As time passed, their identities had crystallized: the Queen of the Underworld and the Concubine of the Underworld.
As for everything that happened before? It mattered little. Just like the Hell that was now being fully absorbed into the underworld, the past was gone. What lay ahead was a new beginning.
Hades observed from a lofty vantage point as Hell was consumed by the gate of the underworld. An endless flow of divine power spread out, controlling everything.
There was no way to draw a large world into the underworld without the World Tree's support; otherwise, the task would be akin to a cruel joke.
To rely solely on the Kingdom of God to absorb a world? That was laughable!
Waves of divine power cascaded down, stabilizing Hell and further empowering the World Tree. Otherwise, the process would not be as seamless. As time passed, beads of sweat began to form on Hades' brow.