That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

A black aura of death seeped out from the cracks in the ancient tomb, accumulating until it formed a gigantic Garura spirit in the sky above the tomb. The black mist rolled erratically, revealing pale bones within. The skeleton gazed at the sky, and more of the aura of death spilled from its eye sockets and mouth.

Hall's face was pale. His demonic eyes distinguished it from ordinary Garura spirits. Ordinary Garura spirits were already guardians of the underworld. In this one, Hall saw the power belonging to the ruler of the underworld, mixed with a portion of authority.

Without a doubt, he is the god of the underworld.

Ereshkigal's voice turned stern: "Hall, I've changed my mind. I also bear some responsibility for how things have turned out this way. That bastard Jingu, what exactly did he instigate my priest to do!"

Chapter 379 Suffering

"Feel honored, and I'll show you the power of Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld."

In the sacrificial site illuminated by the spirit fire, Ereshkigal appeared, dressed in a black tuxedo and draped in a magnificent dark red cloak. His waist-length golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and he held the thunderous spear Meslamthea, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

Hall glanced at Ereshkigal beside him. The girl's pretty face was beaming with a confident smile. Her eyebrows were raised, and her red eyes were fixed on the undead above the ancient tomb. She looked utterly confident.

She certainly had the right to be confident. The underworld was still a realm of gods, and the master of the underworld ruled over all things related to death.

The surging black mist continued to materialize, and the aura of death grew ever stronger.

Hall's Eye of the Necromancer analyzed the necromancer and asked, "Judging from how concerned you are, that thing seems to be more than just a simple object."

Ereshkigal nodded vigorously. "At least it's not something a living being like you can contend with. This is no longer Uruk. Its birth has turned this place into an otherworld formed by the accumulation of the dead, akin to the underworld."

Simply put...

"Can't you even understand this? You're such a blockhead." Ereshkigal crossed his arms and tilted his chin slightly, waiting for Hall to press for answers.

Hall, fulfilling the goddess's expectations, humbly asked, "Ellie, could you be more specific?"

"Hmph, there aren't many people in this world besides me who can understand the Underworld. It's a failed experiment, a larger version of Garura Spirit, a monster that thirsts for souls. If left unchecked, it will continuously harvest human souls on the ground. In short, your companion has become the core of that thing, and you want to save her, right?"

"Yes."

"Be grateful for my leniency. I will grant you the blessing of the underworld, protecting you from its influence. Then I will use the Temple of Heat, Meslamthea, to immobilize that guy. You can use that time to rescue your companion."

"It sounds so simple." Hall was speechless. The gods of Type-Moon are basically not simple characters. Take the low-level god, the Jaguar Man, for example. When he had a godhood, he easily destroyed Amakusa Shiro Tokisada and Fuma Kotaro.

The Grim Reaper emerging from the pile of undead in front of us may not be very strong, but due to its unique characteristics, it naturally counters the living, making it extremely troublesome to deal with.

"There's no time to hesitate anymore. I don't care, but your companions will be assimilated over time, and even I will be helpless then."

“Let’s begin.” Hall nodded immediately.

"In the name of Ereshkigal, the Lord of the Underworld, you are granted the right to walk in the Underworld."

Ereshkigal raised his thunderous spear, pointing it at Hall's body. His golden hair fluttered as a portion of the thunderous power entered Hall's body from the spear tip.

Hall felt no discomfort. A warm aura spread through his body, dispelling the bone-chilling cold that his body and soul felt here. Moreover, half of the magic power he had consumed by using the Magic Eye was rapidly recovering.

The power of divine authority is truly formidable.

Hall sighed inwardly, descended the stairs, drew a line of primordial runes to form a defensive barrier, and approached the enormous Garula spirit.

buzz~

The skull formed from black mist shifted unpredictably, suddenly facing Hall, its eyeless hole glowing with a dark red light.

coming!

Hall felt a chill run down his spine. He felt like he was dying when he was stared at by the giant Garula spirit. His spirit was oppressed by a strange power, and every step he took exhausted his mental energy.

Hall had experienced this feeling before in the Temple of the Angel of Death, but now it was many times stronger. The pressure he felt in the Temple was without malice, simply the presence of death. Hall, on the other hand, felt a targeted malice, an unreserved hostility towards the living.

"This feeling is like facing death; if you open your mind to accept it, you won't feel the pressure."

However, accepting death also means dying.

Hall didn't care. Behind him stood the Lord of the Underworld, who controlled death. No matter how strong this monster was, it couldn't possibly defeat Ereshkigal.

The black smoke boiled and solidified into bone claws that reached for Hall.

Hall stopped abruptly, his pupils contracted, and he sensed a strong aura of death.

The scream of a soul pierced through the runic barrier, like the murmur of the dead, like a sharp thorn piercing Hall's head, the intense mental pain causing his mind to go blank.

"Don't move!"

Hall heard Ereshkigal's clear voice behind him, and a dozen golden spears fell, forming a spear cage that firmly fixed the giant Garula's enormous claws.

The black smoke revealed dozens of human faces in agony.

Inside the gun cell, the pillars that were fixed in place transformed into the souls of more than a dozen humans, wailing incessantly.

"Why! Why! Why!"

"The living! The living! The living!"

Are they mocking us? Are they mocking us?

Hall's back was soaked with cold sweat. He took a deep breath to calm his agitated mind. He was also feeling very unwell. His pupils were dilated, and he looked weak, like a patient with one foot in the grave. He would have suffered greatly without Ereshkigal's help.

If this attack were a skill in a game, it would probably have resulted in instant death.

"I'm telling you, Ellie, it seems the blessing of the goddess of the underworld isn't working," Hall said, rubbing his forehead in displeasure.

Ereshkigal looked away, appearing somewhat guilty. "Don't complain. I am the goddess of the underworld. I have no right to help the living. And haven't I been working perfectly?"

"Then why am I still affected? The attack just now damaged my mental state." Hall slapped his forehead hard, as if waking up from a hangover, feeling groggy and uncomfortable, which was affecting the precision of his magic.

Ereshkigal's pretty face flushed, and she mumbled, "What have you misunderstood? My blessing is only to prevent you from being suppressed by its otherworldly power, and I have also promised to help you restrict its actions. You are the one who will truly fight against it. Do you really have the audacity to expect me to deal with it personally?"

"By the way, what would happen if I accidentally died?"

Ereshkigal smiled smugly: "You've already noticed, haven't you? You're quite perceptive. That's right. If you were to die by accident, my blessing would become a mark that follows your soul, and from now on, it would be my possession."

Hall was speechless: "What an excessive goddess."

Hearing Hall's words, Ereshkigal's pretty face darkened, and she protested in a low voice, feeling wronged and anxious: "What did you say! I'm doing my best to help you, aren't I? I can't deny the fact that I'm on the villain's side now, but at least I'm being useful to you now."

Hall chuckled and said, "Since you're going to be the villain, then go all the way."

"Stop nagging! If you don't go save your companions soon, it will be too late."

Hall shrugged, seemingly chatting casually with Ereshkigal, but in reality secretly repairing his mental damage. With the blessing of the goddess of the underworld, his spiritual body recovered extremely quickly, and the power of the Star Cup flowed out continuously.

The Mystic Eyes simultaneously completed the analysis of the giant Garura Spirit.

"Manifest, Origin of the Stars."

Holmer chanted an incantation, manipulating the true ether of the God Era to condense in his hand, materializing it into a thin sword more than a meter long. The ether surged, and the sword's edge shimmered with a strange black light.

Chapter 380 The Treatment of the King of Heroes

The colossal Garula spirit feared the power of Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld.

With each step Hall took forward, the black mist that shifted in shape in the air retreated a little, occasionally revealing dozens of ferocious human faces that let out silent roars at Hall.

The screams of the soul surged like waves, one after another, relentlessly crashing.

呲味~

The magic circles around Hall were activated and lit up, displaying incantations written in cuneiform script. These incantations were mostly praises of Ereshkigal, the master of the underworld, and resonated with the blessings of the goddess of the underworld, fitting the magical foundation of this era.

Such magical techniques are stealing the power of the goddess of the underworld.

"it works."

Hall grinned, and the soul roar emanating from the giant Garula spirit could no longer harm Hall's spirit.

The demonic eye gazed at the black mist in the air, the faint glow within its pupils gradually brightening, drawing the primordial runes on the black mist through "visual observation."

hum~

The runes suddenly lit up, releasing ethereal fire that incinerated the elements, and the silvery-white light illuminated the entire underground sacrificial site.

"ah------!"

The black mist emitted a piercing shriek, surrounded by overwhelming ethereal fire. Every time it tried to break through, the black mist would ignite upon contact, and souls were constantly burned away by the ethereal fire.

How many souls are hidden inside its body?

As Hall was surprised, the black mist transformed into a giant black skull that rushed out despite being surrounded by ethereal fire, opening its mouth wide to swallow Hall whole.

Hall sneered as he raised the materialized True Aether Rapier in his hand, his Magic Eye calculating the angle precisely so as not to harm Olga Marie, the core of this undead Grim Reaper.

boom!

The black skull crashed heavily into the magical barrier protecting Hall's body, and wisps of death energy eroded the barrier, acting like the curse of the Death Thorn Spear.

Death symbolizes the end, and without the protection of the underworld, this barrier wouldn't last even three seconds.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Countless faces, contorted with pain, emerged from the chaotic black mist, murmuring, whispering, and cursing. Among them were the priests whom Hall had just killed, their expressions turning to rage upon seeing Hall.

"He reaps what he sows."

Hall snorted coldly and suddenly swung out the ethereal rapier in his hand.

The spirits that constituted the body of the Grim Reaper were unable to react and were instantly cleaved in two by the ethereal razor. Some of the priests' spirits vanished into thin air in shock.

The black mist shrank even smaller, and the remaining black mist cried out in alarm, fearing the ethereal rapier in Hall's hand and the power of the goddess, and retreated in terror.

Hall was about to give chase when he heard Ereshkigal's impatient voice from behind, "Hall, wait for me!"

"What are you doing?" Hall turned around and said irritably, drawing runes in his hand at the same time, which manifested in the air as a magic circle symbolizing the gate of the Shadow Kingdom to suppress Garula Spirit.

The Demon Gate, which originally had a great deterrent effect on the undead, was showing signs of crumbling, and the power of the ancient tomb was strengthening the undead.

Ereshkigal sensed Hall's impatience, and his momentum weakened considerably. "I really can't stand by and watch. How can you use such brutal methods on souls? Putting aside your era, in Uruk, I am the goddess who governs souls. I cannot stand by and watch you destroy all the souls, especially since most of them are the souls of Uruk citizens. They have nothing to do with this incident."

"If you want to help, that's fine, but I don't have the energy to take care of innocent souls."

Ereshkigal sighed softly, "I understand. I will help imprison it. You can use that time to rescue your companion."

Hall had mentioned it casually, but to his surprise, Ereshkigal actually agreed, saying coldly, "If you mess up again this time..."

"I understand~ I understand, I will assist you properly, so don't talk to me in such a cold tone." Ereshkigal waved his hands repeatedly, looking timid and on the verge of tears.

Just how much does this woman really want to help?

Hall was both amused and exasperated, and softened his tone: "Thank you for your trouble, Ellie."

"Yes, let's not delay."