Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

"Because in this space, you will lose all your divine power, lose your dark primal force."

"And in this space, I have to unleash all my energy, which will make me just an ordinary but indeed the hardest longsword in the world, your longsword."

"My master, are you ready?"

"Ah."

The moment Zhao Chen answered, the sky suddenly darkened.

The dark sky was filled with crows and vultures.

The ground was no longer a lush green lawn, but slowly turned into a mass of corpses.

Some are white, weathered fossilized bones; some are stark white bones that have been dead for several years; and some are remains covered in rotting flesh that have only been dead for a few weeks.

However, Zhao Chen was on top of the corpse at that moment.

The entire space, or rather this evil place, was pitch black. However, Zhao Chen's eyes shone like the eyes of a wolf. He could see everything around him clearly even in the darkest places, proving himself to be the strongest in this universe.

"Master, this is the hell of this world. All the dead souls of this world, the evil parts, will come to this place," Ghost Fang continued.

"Okay, I'll be careful. Let's begin."

Zhao Chen watched as lightning flashed intermittently, and lava spewed up hundreds of meters into the air. He also heard the increasingly close shouts—the shouts of evil warriors.

He could clearly sense that a war was about to break out.

A few minutes later, the shouts of the charge and the sound of footsteps were very close.

At that moment, Zhao Chen saw a large number of evil warriors appearing on the hillsides in all directions.

They wore all sorts of armor; some had helmets with bull horns like Viking warriors, others had thick shoulder guards, some were plate armor, and some were even made of metal.

However, inside the armor were not people, but skeletons covered in blood and flesh, who charged at Zhao Chen with all their might, wielding various weapons.

Not just on the hillside.

And those flying in the sky, they too are skeletons, their broken spines constantly bleeding downwards.

They only had upper bodies, which were covered in blood and flesh. Their dark eye sockets contained eerie, scarlet eyeballs. Their ribs, which had been split open from behind, grew very long, like a pair of wings flapping constantly, keeping them flying in the air.

Some emerged from underground, crawling on the ground with their upper bodies. They were covered in sharp teeth, tearing at the corpses on the ground as they crawled. They were constantly feeding, perhaps to gain more power.

Underground, on the ground, and in the sky, countless corpses were densely packed together, pressed together in this vast, boundless space, constantly pushing aside the evil spirits around them, each wanting to be at the forefront, to be the first to tear Zhao Chen's body apart.

In this world, in this hellish world, endless evil spirits rushed towards Zhao Chen.

The resurrected demons rule this world. They do not allow any living thing to appear here. Their only goal is to devour Zhao Chen's soul.

“This is exactly what I want; come on.”

Zhao Chen bent down, his legs spread wider than his shoulders, his right hand holding the Ghost Fang extended to his right rear, and his left hand pressed on the ground.

They struck a pose as if they were going to fight to the death.

He showed no fear, and even seemed somewhat excited as he swung his sword and cleaved in two the corpses that were charging at the front.

Then Zhao Chen spun like a top, once again slaying a group of evil spirits around him.

The evil spirits seemed vulnerable to the slashing of the demon's fangs, but that wasn't actually the case. The sheer number of evil spirits was overwhelming; as soon as one group was cut down, another surged forward.

Zhao Chen has lost his divine power. Although he possesses an impeccable deceleration ability, what about his physical strength?

Chapter 1084 God of War VS Hellish Evil Spirit

Zhao Chen was covered in sweat, which dripped onto the ground and mingled with the blood on the ground.

Although these demon legions from hell are made of bones, they can actually bleed.

Unbeknownst to many, this space has grown to resemble the Himalayas, but it is not a mountain composed of rocks and stones; rather, it is formed by the accumulation of countless bones and corpses.

The towering mountain of corpses pierced through the dark, oppressive clouds, its summit no longer visible.

The stench of rotting corpses and the pungent smell of fresh blood plasma constantly surrounded Zhao Chen as he fought.

At this moment, Zhao Chen's energy was constantly being depleted, but he was still like a perpetual motion machine, fighting eternally.

He fought while simultaneously thinking.

It seems I've come to understand some of the principles.

He understood a world where people love each other, reproduce, eat, sleep, go to work, until they grow old and eventually die.

Everyone has a kind side and an evil side deep inside.

This is often a point of equilibrium, even if that equilibrium is slightly off, such as leaning more towards the evil side.

At that time, the evil spirit of that person will come into power and become a force of the demon army.

You might think there are over a billion people in the world.

But people are constantly being born and dying.

Hundreds of millions of years later, the number of evil spirits heading to hell should be no less than tens of billions.

After much analysis, Zhao Chen understood what he was facing, what kind of army it was, and what kind of hellish army it was.

He began to foresee his fate; he knew he would eventually die in battle.

Because he was fighting against an army of billions of dead souls, this seemingly eternal battle would eventually come to an end, which would be when Zhao Chen's physical strength was completely exhausted.

But Zhao Chen was still very excited, because this was exactly what he had been longing for.

He was pondering where he would go after he died—whether it would be hell, heaven, or nothingness, as if he had never existed at all.

But he couldn't care less at the moment. Because of one oversight, Zhao Chen knew what the consequences would be. Despite months of non-stop fighting, he hadn't suffered a single injury, not even the slightest scratch.

But he was covered in the corpses and blood of his enemies, making Zhao Chen look terrifying. He no longer looked like the person he used to be; you couldn't see his face or his soul.

Zhao Chen's eyes glowed red, and he was no longer using only one hand.

Instead, he held the Demon Fang with both hands and swung it up, down, left, and right repeatedly.

Zhao Chen's body was also constantly spinning, sometimes slashing to the left and sometimes thrusting to the right.

The sword energy generated by his attack on the back would slash away a whole group of enemy soldiers.

"It's time to show you the strongest slash in history!" Zhao Chen was not only not tired of this kind of battle, but was getting more and more excited.

He raised the demonic fang above his head with both hands, and the energy emanating from his body blasted away all the evil spirits of the demon army within several kilometers.

With a loud shout, Zhao Chen cleaved the Ghost Fang downwards with all his might.

A green light, a sword aura a hundred meters high, shot out from the ground straight ahead.

Everything that the sword energy touched was reduced to ashes.

The direction of the sword energy was towards the "Himalayan Mountains" made up of corpses.

Zhao Chen couldn't see anything in front of him except for this huge sword aura.

As the sword energy gradually dissipated, it was time for Zhao Chen to sheathe his sword.

The extremely evil "Himalayan" in front of them had been split in two, becoming two mountains, and the undead army around them, at least the "alive" undead army, no longer existed.

The sky was still bloodshot and dark, and the ground was littered with corpses.

However, the world seems to have been purified.

The usual tranquility has been restored.

But what Zhao Chen didn't understand was why he could still sense a different kind of aura, instead of the sinister, evil, and death-filled one he had been given.

As expected, although Zhao Chen cleared the sky and the ground in that area, a dark mass of evil spirits reappeared on the horizon and the ground not far away.

This endless horrific atmosphere was accompanied by agonizing screams and murderous roars, which grew ever closer.

The battle is far from over.

Or perhaps this is just the beginning of the battle.

"Have I killed a hundred billion evil spirits?" Zhao Chen didn't know how many evil spirits he had killed. He was just a little confused about when all this killing would become a scene.

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He was no longer so excited; he didn't know when it would end.

Is this really going to go on forever?

Zhao Chen supported himself with one hand on the ground, panting heavily, seemingly already exhausted.

When a person is extremely tired, both their reaction speed and fighting spirit will be greatly reduced.

Is this the end of the story?

"No, it's not over yet. I can continue fighting, at least for my family." Zhao Chen pushed the ground away forcefully, gripped Ghost Fang tightly with both hands, the tip of Ghost Fang pointing downwards, and stubbornly propped up his exhausted body.

He can continue fighting.

Just as he assumed a fighting stance, preparing to deliver his next blow, something strange happened.

...... ... ...

"They are lifeless evil spirits, so you can't kill them. Even if you smash them to pieces or grind their bones to dust, they will keep resurrecting and attacking you. It's a never-ending battle."

“But my master, you don’t need to worry. You just need to use your own strength to defeat them, submit to them, and control them.”