This armor was the armor worn by the forr family head.
Back then, after building his tomb, Tisnato left the armor here to guard the grave for its future safety.
Although Helnarson did not know where the power driving this armor ca from.
He knew this was sothing he had to respect and protect.
But he also knew that since this was the forr family head's armor, he could not destroy it.
If Viktor wanted to find him, then bring him here.
These were the words the forr family head had specifically told Helnarson before leaving.
This ti, Helnarson bowed deeply once again.
If the previous bow had been respect for a warrior in battle.
Then this bow was a greeting from him, as the butler of the Clavenna family, to Tisnato.
Afterward, Helnarson bent down, gathered the scattered armor pieces into his arms, and walked deeper into the tomb.
Until he stopped again.
In front of Helnarson was a crimson treasure chest half-buried in the dirt.
Around it were collapsed rocks and wreckage. The air was full of dust and tiny stone fragnts.
The wave of dust lingering in the air looked as though it wanted to swallow him whole.
The power of that punch just now had nearly destroyed this entire palace.
The underground tomb had not collapsed only because Helnarson controlled his strength well.
Even with such terrifying power, he could still control it with extre precision.
This was a martial master.
Even so, this underground tomb could not remain standing much longer.
Helnarson looked at the crimson treasure chest and fell into thought.
With everything else destroyed, only this chest remained intact.
And it seed that Family Head Viktor had been sucked into this chest.
So he held the scattered armor in one arm while grabbing the cross-shaped ornant on the chest with the other hand.
The chest was embedded into the ground. Helnarson could clearly feel how heavy the crimson chest was.
With only a slight pull, it felt as though the ground itself would be ripped up with it.
In the end, he suddenly exerted force, tearing up the ground completely and lifting out the chest embedded within it.
Helnarson carried the chest in one hand and the armor in the other as he steadily walked outside.
As Helnarson left, the entire tomb began to shake.
Countless stones and rubble gradually collapsed, filling the entire tomb.
The whole tomb turned into ruins, as though falling into the void piece by piece into a deep pit.
Listening to the constant rumbling beside his ears, Helnarson calmly walked toward the exit of the tomb.
Broken rocks and rubble continuously poured down behind him like rain.
Until he stepped out through the stone gate, and the world behind him completely collapsed.
Only orange flas like hellfire burned inside the tomb, lighting up the land buried beneath dust and rubble.
Then they slowly faded away.
———
Dense sparks flew everywhere through the air while chanical vibrations echoed endlessly.
The glowing particles swept up from the cracks in the steel spread red light, and the smoke covering the ground looked almost dreamlike under that glow.
Under the firelight, Viktor stood before the gates of hell, his entire body wrapped in green ghostly flas.
Around him were the sounds of steel and gears turning, raising deafening roars.
Beyond the gates of hell lay the true underworld.
And now, Viktor had already stepped into this mysterious world.
Vega narrowed its eyes, its black wings glowing brightly under the firelight as they twitched.
"Viktor, tell honestly, are you sure this is sowhere we should be right now?"
"No."
The clean answer imdiately made the crow start squawking noisily.
"Then why the hell did you bring here?"
"What, are you trying to have so perfect lovers' suicide with ?"
Viktor kept both hands in his pockets while his ghostly green coat shattered into steel-like fragnts that gently swayed in the air.
Orange flas constantly tangled together with the green ghostfire, as though fighting over control of the coat.
Unfortunately, no matter what, the flas of the underworld could not climb onto the fragnted coat.
A smile appeared on Viktor's face. The flowing flas around his waist flickered on and off like a beating heart.
"Don't you think this is exciting?"
Vega was left speechless by that single sentence.
Still, it really had done plenty of exciting things with Viktor before.
Ever since it first t Viktor, this crazy mage had dared to challenge calamities alone.
Daring to challenge them was one thing, but the result was even more shocking.
That terrifying existence, which probably even tens of thousands of people together could not defeat, had actually been beaten by him alone!
From that mont on, Vega vaguely felt that sothing was wrong with Viktor.
But afterward, Vega gradually got used to Viktor's insane fighting style.
He loved challenging himself in all kinds of extrely dangerous places, constantly dancing on the edge of death.
And every single ti, he won at the very last mont.
That's right, perfectly.
In those battles, if those powerful enemies touched Viktor even once, he would die on the spot instantly.
Yet Viktor always managed to win in ways it could not understand.
As though... he were challenging a ga.
'But...'
'But partner, the place we're in right now is not sowhere the living can casually enter.'
'So...'
"Finish what you ca here to do, then let's leave."
This was the first ti Vega had spoken to Viktor in such a serious tone.
This place was still only the edge of hell.
Although it looked full of danger, with flas and steel, madness like evil ghosts, and heavy hoarse tallic echoes...
Viktor's strength could still handle it here.
But if they went deeper into the underworld, that would be the true horror.
Hell was filled with strange rules. Every corner carried endless malice.
If a living person entered the underworld, the slightest mistake could make them lose themselves forever, trapped inside the underworld consud by flas and steel.
Even though Vega trusted Viktor deeply and believed his heart was extrely firm, even if he entered the underworld itself, Vega still absolutely believed in Viktor.
Believed he could cross this terrifying underworld and survive.
But so things could not be gambled on.
Once soone truly beca lost in the underworld...
The current Vega could not protect him.
This was not a joke.
The underworld was a domain capable of standing against the gods themselves.
And so, just as it finished speaking, Viktor's voice sounded as well, "Alright."
For the first ti, Viktor listened to Vega's opinion.
Hearing Viktor agree, Vega slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, the surrounding flas seed to sense so kind of summons.
Like awakened beasts, they twisted wildly, performing a mad dance of fire.
Before the gates of hell, a long serpent-like tongue of fla burst out.
Like a circling dragon, it tightly surrounded Viktor.
Flas, jumping flas.
The world around them seed swallowed by blazing orange light. The flas leaped wildly, trying to devour everything like desire itself.
From the inner walls of the fire, countless winding pythons stretched out.
They slithered across the hazy ground toward Viktor.
At the sa ti, the sound of heavy tal rang out faintly.
The body of flas itself seed to be playing so strange and insane lody.
Each flaming head of the three-headed hound carried surging sparks, while the footsteps of its chanical limbs sounded heavy.
Its tail, sharp as a blade, danced through the air, while the steel fangs beneath its three heads twisted and collided in the firelight.
Thin fire snakes endlessly spun inside their mouths, creating a horrifying scene.
"So it looks like you're ready."
Vega's voice slowly sounded as blue light lit up in the depths of its single eye.
A connection rose from deep within and fused together with Viktor.
Feeling Vega establish a soul link with him, Viktor slowly opened his eyes.
Blue soul fire ignited within them.
[Connection Successful]
[MP,99999999/99999999]
The next second, the health bar and na of the hellhound appeared within Viktor's sight.
The health bar stretched endlessly into the distance.
Perhaps because the surging flas blocked his vision, Viktor could not see it clearly.
But the na and level of the hound stood out especially brightly within the raging flas,
[Gatekeeper of Hell: Cerberus]
[Lv65]
At the bottom of his vision, a faint line of small text slowly appeared.
[Defeat it, and you will gain the qualification to enter the underworld alive]
[You will be watched by the underworld]
[You will draw the attention of the gods]
[You will completely understand what absolute fear is]
[And your flesh will eventually be consud by the gods]
Viktor looked at the tiny words and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
"Unfortunately, I've already seen lines like this enough to make sick."
"You can't threaten ."
As his voice fell, purple magic circles instantly ford in the air like a giant gate slowly opening.
Runes rapidly carved themselves into existence, rging together into a huge and complicated magic formation.
The patterns along the formation flowed on both sides, appearing and disappearing like flickering stars in the night sky, mysterious and unreadable.
Around Viktor, every dark star seed wrapped in ghostly green flas.
Like falling teors carrying signs of disaster, they slowly yet inevitably descended toward the ground.
Dark power silently appeared along with a slight ripple, rapidly spreading above everyone's heads.
Facing this terrifying power, the massive three-headed hellhound seed to feel an unprecedented threat.
Its body lowered involuntarily, nearly touching the ground.
The machinery and flas on its limbs scraped together, producing harsh screeching sounds.
At this mont, even space itself seed twisted by this power.
Dark patterns carrying ghostly green light intertwined with the surrounding air.
Viktor raised one hand and coldly reached toward the sky.
"A promise made to family is sothing I, as the older brother, have to keep."
"So."
Then he gently pressed his hand downward.
Heavy magic power crashed down from the sky like a waterfall. The surging force swept across the surroundings, suppressing both flas and steel.
Cerberus seed pinned down by an invisible giant hand, smashed into the burning earth and unable to move at all.
Its three heads viciously bit at the air, spewing long serpents of fla as they roared unwillingly.
Viktor looked down from above at the once-mighty gatekeeper of hell.
His icy gaze showed not a trace of emotion.
"Kneel."
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