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Chapter 443 Kratos's Battle
Kratos felt the biting cold, and his expression became serious.

Beneath his feet lay the cracked, barren earth, stretching to the horizon.

That place is the entrance to the kingdom of the dead.

The air was thick with despair and death, as if even the light had been swallowed up by this land.

This was a realm he had never set foot in before, a kingdom belonging only to the dead.

But he didn't care at all; every step he took hit the ground with a dull thud, like the beating of a war drum.

The image of his daughter, Kaliupe, lingered in his mind; this was the sole reason he had come to this place.

For her sake, he would fight his way through the entire underworld, let alone the mere underworld, even the legendary unknown land where chaos first began!
As my thoughts raced, a memory quietly surfaced.

That was inside the temple, after he had destroyed the projection of Ares, the god of war.

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, has descended...

She told Kratos that his daughter Caliope's soul had not vanished, but had fallen into the depths of the underworld.

She pointed out the way, and even hinted that there might be a way to bring the dead back.

Kratos recalled the scene, a cold smile curving his lips.

Athena?
Haha, it's the same story as when he's already been on twice...

Every single one of the high and mighty gods on Mount Olympus.

Which one of them isn't full of scheming and looks down on ordinary people like ants?
They deliberately brought down disaster, causing mortals to fight each other...

Even if this goddess of wisdom seems nice, why didn't she awaken him before his daughter's accident?
Now you're pretending to give directions?
Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing!

She must have her own agenda.

Perhaps he wanted to use himself to fight against Hades, the god of the underworld?
Or perhaps, they've become interested in this newfound power within themselves?

"Humph."

Kratos interrupted his reminiscence with a cold snort from his nose.

Let them use us if they want...

He doesn't care who uses him as long as he can save his daughter.

But trust?
Absolutely impossible!

On the horizon ahead, a wide, dark river appeared.

The river water was as thick as ink, flowing slowly, with countless twisted and struggling souls floating on the surface, emitting silent wails.

This is the River Styx.

The necessary path for the deceased to reach the underworld.

A dilapidated wooden boat was moored on the riverbank.

A gaunt, hunched figure, draped in a tattered cloak, stood at the bow of the boat, holding a long pole.

His face was hidden in the shadows, with only two eerie green lights flickering in his eye sockets.

It was Charon, the ferryman of the River Styx.

"Oh? A living person? Interesting. Crossing the river requires a boat fare."

"A silver coin of Opoles was placed under the tongue of the deceased."

"If you have no money, go back to the shore and wail for ten thousand years with those lonely ghosts."

Charon looked Kratos up and down with great interest, as if he were looking at some kind of exotic beast.

For so many years, no living person has come...

Kratos stared at him expressionlessly.

money?
He possessed nothing but murderous intent and anger.

Moreover, he wasn't there to follow the rules.

He's here to... break the rules!

"I do not have money."

"But I have to go."

Kratos's voice was deep and had a metallic quality.

Charon seemed to pause for a moment, and the eerie green will-o'-the-wisp flickered more violently.

He had lived for countless years, and this was the first time he had ever met someone who wanted to be his kingship...

"Ha! Interesting!!"

"Boy, do you know where you are? This is the River Styx! This is Hades' territory!" "Don't think you can run wild just because you have brute force!"

"Either pay up or get out!"

Charon gave a dry laugh, his voice harsh.

At the same time, he raised the long pole in his hand, pointing it at Kratos, the tip of the pole gathering a chilling death energy.

"Hmph! Hades!"

A cold glint flashed in Kratos's eyes.

He didn't have time to waste words with this old man!
His daughter is still waiting for him!
Those who block the way will only die!
[Magnetic field rotation]!
An invisible force instantly erupted from Kratos!
This power isn't as great as divine power, but it can unleash pure destructive force!
In the past few days, he has figured out how to use this power.

That is...

"Heavenly Martial Killing Path!"

With a low growl, Kratos moved!

His figure moved so fast that he left only a blur!
There are no fancy moves, only the most direct and pure destruction!
Punch out!
Charon couldn't even see Kratos's movements.

He felt an incomprehensible and irresistible terrifying force descend upon him in an instant!
The oar that had been with him for countless years shattered in an instant, followed by...

"puff!"

A soft sound.

The ferryman of the River Styx, who had existed for countless ages, suddenly exploded.

Countless red souls burst forth and merged into Kratos's body...

This was something special about him; according to his brother, it was the power of his divine bloodline.

He didn't like this way of becoming stronger, so he had been restraining himself from killing all these years, but now he no longer needed to hold back.

Kratos didn't even glance at the empty riverbank, and stepped straight onto the abandoned, wrecked boat.

He picked up the long pole that had fallen onto the boat and pushed off with all his might.

The small boat shot off like an arrow, cutting through the dark, viscous river water and speeding toward the opposite bank.

The vengeful spirits in the water seemed to sense Kratos's murderous aura, and they all sank to the bottom in terror, not daring to approach.

Soon, we reached the other side.

A colossal, magnificent gate, forged from some kind of black metal, stood before them.

A huge creature was lying prone in front of the door.

Three hideous dog heads, each larger than Kratos himself.

It dripped foul-smelling saliva from its mouth, which corroded the ground and made a sizzling sound.

Six eyes, burning with hellfire, stared intently at Kratos as he stepped ashore.

This is Cerberus, the watchdog of the underworld...

“Woo—ah—!”

Cerberus sensed the presence of the living, and... a terrifying power that made its very soul tremble.

The three heads simultaneously unleashed deafening roars, the sound waves almost tearing space apart!

It pounced suddenly, bringing with it a foul stench, and its three gaping maws snapped at Kratos at the same time!

"Another one comes to die!"

Kratos's eyes were icy cold; instead of retreating, he advanced!

Because he absorbed a lot of red souls, the power within his body increased significantly.

But that's not enough! Far from enough!

He needs more power! Greater power!

Only then can we fight against any enemy we might encounter next!

Only then... can I get my daughter out of this damned place!

The magnetic field rotation erupted again!
This time, the power is even more concentrated than before!
"Heavenly Martial Killing Path! The Path of Decapitation!"

The next moment, Kratos made his move, immediately employing the signature technique of the Great White Shark from another world.

Driven by anger, murderous intent, and a determination to save his daughter...

Who in this world can stop him?

Even Zeus standing before him would only be blasted to pieces!
(End of this chapter)