That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

It's as simple as stepping on an ant.

Hall has primarily faced enemies on the second floor, so the power of his Mystic Eyes doesn't seem very strong. In fact, as long as someone is one level lower and doesn't possess high-level anti-magic power, even a Servant could eliminate them with a single glance.

"Under normal circumstances, I could also study Uruk's ritual magic."

Hall took a deep breath, somewhat worried about Olga Marie's safety, and continued to delve deeper along the traces left by the magic.

Chapter 376 Death Sacrifice

Hall followed the magical traces left by Olga Marie and explored the area. The magic eye turned into hundreds and thousands of undead and walked out of a stone door. The scene suddenly opened up. Not only did the space become more open, but it also had a light source, and ordinary people could see things here.

In front of the gate was a staircase leading down to a small sacrificial site, which was covered with white bones, piled up like a small mountain. Most of them were human bones, a few were animal bones, and some were submerged in water.

Hall went down the stairs and saw that the braziers on the surrounding high platforms were burning with blue-green spirit fire, which reflected the seats that resembled those in a gladiatorial arena and several thrones.

This place must have once been a place similar to an altar, like the sacrificial site in Uruk.

Hall's Demon Eye easily detected the anomaly here. He looked around and calmly said, "Come out, all of you."

After a few seconds of silence, the six men in black robes who had been hiding behind the pillars emerged one after another, and sneered in hoarse voices, "Living people still come to our door so late."

"Investigator of Uruk, may the goddess grant you peace in death."

"You ruined our plans, you must die!"

After hearing the man in black robes' words, Hall felt somewhat amused and laughed, "Does your goddess refer to Ereshkigal?"

The man in black robes flew into a rage: "Insolence! How dare you address a god by his name!"

"Once your soul reaches the underworld, the goddess will give you a just judgment!"

"As expected, the king's direct subordinates are a bunch of rude scoundrels."

Hall thought for a moment, then pointed at one of the men in black robes and smiled, “I know you. You’re the daughter of the blacksmith in the West District.”

"Huh?" The man in black robes was taken aback.

Hall then pointed to a man in black robes and revealed his identity: "And you, the wife of the fruit vendor in the East District, whose fruit was praised by the King."

"You... how could you?" the man in black robes asked, trembling.

“You, I don’t know your name. You’re not from Uruk. You’re one of the fugitives I rescued from the Northern Highlands.”

"..."

The man in the black robe remained silent.

"You too."

The man in black robes demanded sharply, "How do you know who we are!"

Hall smiled and pointed to his magic eye: "My eyes are very good, good enough to see through things. My memory is also very good. I will never forget you once I have seen you. I should have figured it out long ago. Why did Kingu... that is, your god Enkidu, let the fugitives leave so easily? Some of the fugitives were people arranged by Enkidu."

"Shut up! This is the second time you've addressed a god by his name!"

"We have already consulted the goddess! We curse Uruk, that it will open the gates of the underworld throughout the world!"

Hall said coldly, "Fine, I haven't taken any commission related to you. Tell me the whereabouts of those two women, and I won't report your true identities to the King."

"..."

Hahahahahahahahaha.

"What is this guy still saying?"

"If you die, no one will know our true identities."

Hall's demonic eyes gleamed as he looked at one of the men in black robes and said coldly, "It seems you have no intention of agreeing."

"when···"

The man in black robes was unable to answer. His body instantly turned to stone under the gaze of Hall's Demon Eye, dissipating into dust.

Hall calmly turned his head to look at the second man in black robes, but before he could react, he was petrified.

"careful!"

Hall looked at the third person, who had hidden behind a stone pillar, but his demonic eyes had already seen through the pillar, freezing his body and soul in place.

"Damn it! Start that ritual now!"

"Jud his soul!"

Hall smiled and slowly looked at the fourth black-robed figure, petrifying him as he sensed that some kind of ritual had been initiated at the sacrificial site.

It was naturally Hall's doing; otherwise, this group of men in black robes wouldn't even have the right to lift a finger.

When they entered the sacrificial site, Hall's Eye noticed the anomaly and deduced that Olga Marie and Joan of Arc had likely disappeared here. If they knew the purpose of the sacrificial ritual, they would likely know Olga Marie's current situation.

If someone dies, it's good to be able to retrieve them from the underworld.

Click~ Click~ Click~

The water beneath Hall's feet gradually froze, and the temperature plummeted—not because the temperature dropped, but because of the increase in altitude.

The blue flames burned even brighter.

The remaining two men in black robes were kneeling on the ground, chanting in an ancient language that Hall couldn't understand. One of them grabbed a dagger and plunged it into his heart. A large amount of blood splattered out, and his body fell into the altar, staining the water red with blood.

Hall understood why Joan of Arc and Olga Marie had disappeared here.

Temple.

By simulating the underworld through curses or even opening the entrance to it, and then by offering sacrifices to obtain some of the power of the goddess of the underworld, one can control the spirits there.

If the person is alive, the impact is limited because the body and soul are combined.

If it is a spirit, it will be directly governed by the rules of the underworld.

Joan of Arc was a follower and a spirit, while Olga Marie's body was a materialized soul and, theoretically, also subject to the rules of the underworld.

"Why isn't it working?! Why are you still standing?!"

The last remaining man in black robes stared in astonishment at Hall, who stood motionless in place.

"I'm a living person. You don't even know this much before using this sacrificial ritual? What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

The man in black robes sneered coldly, "It doesn't matter. It's better to be alive. I was originally planning to let you live a little longer before having the messenger from the underworld take your soul away."

The man in black robes chanted incantations.

Click~ Click~

The indoor temperature was even lower, generating a cloud of black mist that evolved into a black robe. Beneath the black robe was a glowing skeletal body, the legendary Grim Reaper, the messenger of the underworld, who was said to have taken lives.

The man in black robes raised his hands high and cried out excitedly, "Messenger of the underworld, I offer you the soul of the living! Take him away! Let him rest in peace!"

"The living...the living...the living..." Garula murmured, flying to Hall's side and suddenly stopping.

"?"

The man in the black robe couldn't understand what was happening.

Hall said calmly, "Reach out your hand."

Garula obediently extended its pale, bony claws.

"Right hand."

Garula obediently extended its right claw.

"Lower your head."

"you······"

The man in black robes was stunned. In his mind, the messengers of the underworld, the representatives of death, the soldiers of the master of the underworld, and the monsters feared by humans, obeyed the commands of the living like pets.

Hall was well aware that the reason was the aura of the goddess of the underworld on his body, which belonged to Garula Spirit's master.

This is what is commonly known as "borrowing the tiger's power".

Hall pointed at the man in black robes: "Take his soul to the underworld and punish him."

"The living...their souls...torture..."

Garula Spirit transformed into black smoke and rushed towards the black-robed man that Hall was pointing to.

"No! No! No! No! I am the one who worships the goddess!" the man in black robes cried out in panic, scrambling to escape.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Garula Spirit passed through the body of the man in black robes, and it could be seen that it took away a transparent human soul, whose expression was contorted in pain and a hint of confusion.

As for the black-robed man's body, it was frozen the moment Garula Spirit passed through it, and after hitting the ground, it was torn to pieces without any blood flowing out.

Chapter 377 Jin Gu, was this also part of your calculations?

At the underground altar, Hall stepped onto the magic circle of the sacrificial ritual. His demonic eye analyzed its structure and completely eroded it within seconds, turning it into his own power and imprisoning all the souls associated with it.

In the dark space, five semi-transparent spirit figures appeared, each with an uncontrollable look of terror on their face.

They witnessed the scene where Hall commanded Garula Spirit.

"Now, can you tell me the whereabouts of those two women? Are they alive or dead, and where are they? If you tell me, your souls can successfully reach the underworld. Of course, there is only one chance."

“If even one person tells me this information, the remaining four will all be banished to the abyss of the underworld, a void that even your goddess of the underworld cannot reach. Even gods would be imprisoned there forever.”

Hall's eyes revealed a cold cruelty. Only one person had the chance to return to the underworld. These words were a naked test of their humanity.

Apart from the soul of one black-robed man who was taken away by Garula, all four others died on the spot. Hall's Mystic Eye either petrified or destroyed their bodies, and one of them died by suicide.

In the age of gods, the soul and the body were equal, and the soul did not immediately disappear after the body died.

A commotion stirred within the black-robed figures, and one of them stepped forward, shouting, "Don't be fooled! Don't say a word! This concerns our great cause!"

"He's deceiving us!"

"He simply cannot have that ability."

"But... he can command Garura Spirit."

Hall added casually, "You only have ten seconds to think it over. If you say nothing, you'll all be banished to the abyss of the underworld."

Hall wasn't afraid of their silence at all. There were many ways to deal with spirits. If interrogation didn't work, he could directly read their memories. It was just a bit more troublesome. With Hall's level of magic, he could extract useful memories in about ten minutes.