Chapter 270 - 136: The Specters Awaken, the Death Army of Hades Castle! (Part 2)

Chapter 270: Chapter 136: The Specters Awaken, the Death Army of Hades Castle! (Part 2)

The Celestial Space Star, Charon, stepped out from the shadows gripping a battered oar, carrying the damp, biting cold and greedy aura unique to the River Styx.

The Terrestrial Dark Star, Niobe of the Deep, remained shrouded in a poisonous fog. His corrosive presence caused the very air to hiss as his silhouette flickered in and out of sight.

Figure after figure, each uniquely shaped, strode out from the spatial rifts. Every Specter radiated formidable surges of Cosmo.

Their Surplices, forged from the unique black obsidian of the Underworld, rivaled the Gold Cloths in performance—capable of defending against physical strikes while providing elemental protection. Under the glow of the summoning circle, they gave off an icy, metallic sheen that symbolized death and ill omen.

Suddenly, the light at the center of the altar violently contracted and condensed, as if charging up for one final, devastating blow.

Three terrifying auras, far surpassing those of the other Specters, thrust upward from the center of the vortex like three invisible giant swords. Space groaned under the overwhelming pressure as a rift darker than the night sky slowly tore open.

The Celestial Fierce Star, Wyvern Rhadamanthys, crashed down like a falling meteor!

His Surplice covered his entire body in jagged, ferocious angles resembling the skeleton of a demonic dragon. Every piece of armor was etched with twisted runes, exuding an overwhelming pressure that forced the surrounding Specters to involuntarily lower their heads.

The figure of the Celestial Noble Star, Griffon Minos, coalesced amidst the intertwining light and shadows. The sleek, elegant lines of his Griffon Surplice concealed a lethal intent. His eyes were filled with arrogance, as if he held the absolute power over all creation.

The Celestial Heroic Star, Garuda Aiacos, hovered in mid-air with his arms crossed over his chest. His golden hair was exceptionally striking against the darkness. His eyes, sharp as a falcon’s, carried an unrivaled lust for destruction and the arrogant disdain of someone looking down upon ants.

These were the Three Judges of the Underworld!

The supreme commanders of Hades’ army, possessing power that far exceeded that of ordinary Gold Saints!

Their Surplices even contained fragments of the Wailing Wall, making them far sturdier than standard Surplices. The surfaces faintly shimmered with starlight, as if the very cosmos had been embedded within them.

The gazes of the Three Judges met briefly. Their physical, almost tangible killing intent clashed in the air, sparking invisible flames before they turned to inspect the Specter army.

They stood like three insurmountable peaks of despair, surveying their legion.

At this moment, the core of Hades Castle was completely packed with Specters. All 108 Demonic Stars had returned to their rightful places!

Commanded by the Three Judges and supported by the powerful Celestial and Terrestrial tier Specters, their massive Cosmos surged into the sky. The deathly, chilling aura washed over every inch of the space like a roaring tsunami.

Unlike Saints, Specters did not need to train. The moment they were resurrected, they instantly reached the absolute peak of their strength. As long as the Underworld King lived, they could return from hell infinitely. This was the singular blessing bestowed upon the warriors of Hades.

Pandora slowly lowered her arms. The flames formed from nether energy danced obediently behind her.

Her exquisite face was completely devoid of emotion. Only her eyes, burning with the fire of the dead, coldly swept over this army of death—a legion capable of overturning the human realm.

Her purple lips parted slightly. Her voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced through all the roars and snarls, carrying the absolute authority of Hades’ spokesperson.

"Specters! Our Lord’s divine palace in the human realm is currently under attack. Go forth and slaughter those invaders!"

"Be warned, the Saints who have come this time are exceptionally powerful. Furthermore, among this generation’s Gold Saints, there is the Aquarius Saint, named Alex. Although he has not appeared yet, you must absolutely..."

Before Pandora could finish her sentence, a disdainful sneer simultaneously appeared on the faces of the Three Judges of the Underworld.

Aiacos let out a cold scoff, brimming with boundless arrogance.

"Hmph. Say no more, Lady Pandora. Those reckless Saints get weaker with every generation. Just leave them all to us; we will make sure they never return!"