The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick Chapter 418: Shigou, Hehehe Shigou

This armor was worn by the forr family head.

Back then, for the safety of his tomb after its construction, Tisnato left the armor here to guard the burial ground.

Although Helnersen wasn't clear about the source of power that drove this armor.

But he knew that this was sothing he must respect and protect.

However, he understood that since it was the armor of the forr family head, he couldn't destroy it.

If Viktor wanted to find him, then he should bring him here.

These were the words that the forr family head had specially instructed Helnersen before leaving.

This ti, Helnersen bowed deeply again.

If the previous bow was out of respect for that warrior during battle,

Then this bow was his salute to Tisnato as the butler of the Kravina family.

Afterward, Helnersen bent down, picked up the scattered armor, and headed toward the depths of the tomb.

Until he stopped again.

In front of Helnersen was a red chest half-buried in the soil.

Around it were collapsed rubble and debris. The air was filled with dust and small stone fragnts.

The briefly lingering dust ford waves that seed about to engulf him.

The power of that punch just now had almost completely destroyed this palace.

But the underground tomb hadn't collapsed, still because Helnersen had controlled his force well.

Even with such terrifying power, he could control it with precision.

This was what it ant to be a martial master.

However, even so, they couldn't stay in this underground tomb for long.

Helnersen looked at the red chest, deep in thought.

In a situation where everything had been destroyed, only this chest remained stable.

And, Master Viktor seed to have been sucked into this chest.

So, he held the scattered armor pieces with one hand and grabbed the cross decoration of the chest with the other.

The chest was embedded in the ground, and Helnersen could clearly feel that this red chest was extrely heavy.

He exerted a bit of force, and it seed like the ground would be lifted along with it.

Finally, he used his strength abruptly, uprooting the ground and picking up the chest embedded in it.

Helnersen held the chest in one hand and the armor in the other, walking firmly toward the outside.

As Helnersen left, the entire tomb began to tremble.

Countless stones and rubble gradually collapsed, filling the entire tomb.

The whole tomb turned into ruins, as if entering nothingness, falling piece by piece into a deep pit.

Helnersen listened to the continuous rumbling in his ears, walking calmly and composedly toward the outside of the tomb.

Behind him, debris and rubble fell continuously like rain.

Until he walked out of the stone door, the world behind him completely collapsed.

Only orange flas burning like hell remained in the tomb, illuminating the ground buried by dust and rubble.

And then gradually faded away.

...

Dense sparks danced in the air, and chanical vibrations echoed continuously.

Light points curled up between steel cracks diffused red light, and the smoke and dust scattered on the ground seed dreamlike under the illumination.

In this firelight, Viktor was surrounded by green ghostly fire, standing before the gates of hell.

In his ears was the sound of steel and gears turning, raising a deafening roar.

Through the gates of hell, one could reach the true underworld.

And now, Viktor had stepped into this mysterious world.

Vega narrowed his eye, shaking his black wings that were very bright in the firelight:

"Viktor, tell , are you sure this is a place we can co to right now?"

"No."

The crisp answer made the crow caw and start to clamor noisily:

"Then why did you bring here?"

"What, do you want to have a perfect suicide pact with ?"

Viktor had his hands in his pockets, his ghostly green coat breaking into steel-like hard fragnts that swayed slightly in the air.

Orange flas always intertwined with ghostly green fire, as if constantly fighting for dominance over the coat.

Unfortunately, the flas of the underworld could not climb onto those fragnts of the coat no matter what.

A smile appeared on Viktor's face, and the flowing flas at his waist jumped and extinguished, beating like a heart.

"Don't you find it exciting?"

Vega was left speechless by his words.

But indeed, they had done many exciting things together.

From the beginning when Vega first t Viktor, this crazy mage dared to challenge the Calamity alone.

Daring to challenge was one thing, but the result was even more shocking.

That terrifying existence that perhaps even thousands of people couldn't collectively fight against, was actually defeated by him alone!

From that mont, Vega vaguely felt that sothing was off about Viktor.

However, after that, Vega gradually beca familiar with Viktor's crazy fighting style.

He liked to challenge himself in all sorts of extrely dangerous places, always repeatedly jumping at the boundary of death.

And each ti he won the final victory just right.

Yes, just right.

In those battles, if Viktor had been touched even once by those powerful enemies, he would have died on the spot.

But Viktor always managed to win in ways Vega couldn't understand.

It was like... challenging a ga.

But...

But partner, the place we are now is not sowhere that the living can casually enter.

So—

"Complete your purpose, and let's leave."

This was the first ti Vega used such a serious tone to earnestly advise Viktor.

This was still just the edge of hell.

Although it looked perilous, with fire and steel, like a crazy demon, and hoarse, deep steel rumbles.

But here, Viktor's strength could still cope.

But, if he entered the deeper underworld, that would be true terror.

Hell was full of bizarre rules, with endless malice in every corner.

A living person in the underworld, with just a slight carelessness, might lose themselves and be forever trapped in the underworld consud by fire and steel.

Although Vega had great faith in Viktor, believing his heart was incredibly firm.

Even if they went deep into the underworld, Vega absolutely believed in Viktor.

Believed he could pass through this terrifying underworld and survive.

But many things couldn't be gambled on.

Once truly lost in the underworld.

The current Vega couldn't protect him.

This was no joke.

The underworld was a realm that could contend with the gods.

So, as it finished speaking, Viktor's voice also sounded:

"Alright."

For the first ti, Viktor heeded Vega's advice.

Hearing Viktor agree, Vega slowly let out a breath.

Suddenly, the surrounding flas seed to sense so kind of summoning.

Like an awakened beast, they danced with their wild bodies, performing a frenzied fantasy of flas.

At the gates of hell, a serpent-like tongue of fire gushed out.

Like a giant dragon coiling, tightly surrounding Viktor.

Flas, dancing flas.

The world around seed to be devoured by the scorching orange light, the flas leaping, trying to erode everything like desire.

From the inner walls of the flas, countless winding pythons extended.

They followed the hazy ground, spreading toward Viktor.

At the sa ti, the sound of heavy tal rang out in the trance.

The body of the fierce flas seed to be playing a weird and crazy movent.

Each fiery head of the three-headed dog carried surging sparks, and the sound of its twisting chanical limbs was heavy.

The sharp blade-like tail danced in the air, while the steel teeth under its three heads tumbled in the firelight.

Slender fire snakes kept rotating in their mouths, creating an extrely horrifying scene.

"So it seems you're ready."

Vega's voice slowly sounded, the blue light in that single eye lit up.

A connection rose from the heart, rging with Viktor.

Feeling Vega establishing a soul link with him, Viktor slowly opened his eyes.

At the bottom of his eyes, azure soul fire ignited.

[Link Successful]

[MP: \/]

The next second, in Viktor's eyes, the health bar and na of this hellhound rose together.

The health bar had extended to the endless distance.

Perhaps because the surging flas blocked his view, Viktor couldn't see clearly.

But the na and level of this three-headed dog were particularly conspicuous amid the raging flas:

[Gatekeeper of Hell—Cerberus]—lv65

At the bottom of the screen before his eyes, a faint line of small text floated:

[Defeat it, and you will have the qualification to enter the underworld alive]

[You will be watched by the underworld]

[You will be noticed by the gods]

[You will fully realize what absolute fear is]

[And your flesh will eventually be enjoyed by the gods]

Viktor looked at those subtle words, his lips slowly curling up:

"Unfortunately, I'm almost sick of seeing these words."

"You can't threaten ."

As his voice fell, purple magic array patterns were imdiately drawn in the air, like a huge door slowly opening.

The magic array runes were quickly carved, rged, and evolved into a vast and complex magical pattern.

The patterns of the array flowed on both sides, appearing and disappearing, like stars twinkling in the night sky, mysterious and unpredictable.

Around Viktor, it seed that each dark star carried a green fla.

They were like falling teors, carrying ominous ons, slowly but inevitably falling to the ground.

The dark power appeared silently with a subtle wave, rapidly spreading in the sky above everyone.

Faced with this terrifying power, the huge three-headed evil dog seed to sense an unprecedented threat.

Its body involuntarily pressed lower, almost touching the ground.

The chanics and flas on its limbs rubbed against each other, making a piercing sharp sound.

At this mont, space itself seed to distort in the face of this power.

The dark patterns with green hues intertwined with the surrounding air.

Viktor extended one hand, coldly reaching toward the sky:

"The things I promised my family, as an elder brother, I must fulfill."

"So."

Then, he gently pressed his palm downward.

Heavy magical power descended from the sky like a waterfall, the surging power sweeping around, suppressing both flas and steel.

Cerberus seed to be firmly pressed by an invisible hand, sinking into the burning ground, unable to move an inch.

The three heads gnashed at the air ferociously, spitting out flaming snakes, roaring in unwillingness.

Viktor looked down at this once mighty hellhound.

His cold gaze showed not a ripple of emotion:

"Kneel before —"

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