Chapter 135 : Hades' promise, the Pluto army is resurrected!
However, a mortal body could not withstand the power of a god. Her mother soon fell ill and died, followed by her father, family, and servants. Her unborn brother was even transformed into a twisted Cosmo.
Hypnos, promised her that if she helped Hades reclaim the earth, he would resurrect her family.
For this promise, she became Hades's spokesperson, found Shun, and merged Hades's soul into his body.
Only in Hades's Castle could she temporarily shed her disguise and return to being the little girl who longed for a family.
She dared not delay and quickly came before the statue of Hades, kneeling on the ground.
"Lord Hades, Saints have invaded Hades's Castle. Please instruct us on how to respond!"
The statue's eyes suddenly lit up with an eerie green glow.
Hades's deep voice echoed in the temple.
"Indeed, Athena could not hold back. How many Saints have invaded? Where is Athena?"
Pandora raised her hand to conjure a barrier, and the scene outside the castle appeared in the mirror.
She observed carefully for a moment before replying.
"There are five Bronze Saintss and seven Gold Saints. Athena has not come; she should still be in the Sanctuary..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly widened her eyes. In the mirror, Saga's gemini cloth and Shaka's Virgo Cloth were particularly striking.
"No! Gemini and Virgo have also come! By this count, almost all the Gold Saints have been dispatched, with only the Aquarius Saint, Li Yu, guarding Athena!"
Hearing Li Yu's name, it was a moment before Hades's voice spoke again, carrying a hint of solemnity.
"The Aquarius Saint? Is he the one who forced Poseidon to sign an alliance?"
Pandora recalled the frustration of her last encounter with Li Yu, her nails digging deeply into her palm as she said in a low voice.
"It is he. This person is known as the strongest Gold Saint of this era. Asclepius was also defeated by him last time."
"Hmm..."
Hades fell silent, and the black mist around the statue began to churn.
Suddenly, Hades's Castle trembled violently. The screams of Specters came from afar, and the light of the barrier also dimmed.
Pandora's voice became urgent.
"Lord Hades! They are about to break in!"
"I know."
Hades's voice returned to calm.
"Pandora, immediately awaken the one hundred and eight Specters, and notify Thanatos and Hypnos to return to Hades's Castle for defense!"
Pandora's heart stirred, and she boldly suggested.
"My Lord, at this moment, only Li Yu guards Athena in the Sanctuary. Should we send someone to launch a surprise attack? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"I have my own arrangements for Athena; you need not worry."
Hades's voice carried an unquestionable authority, and the light from the statue gradually dimmed.
Pandora dared not say more and quickly rose, walking towards the temple beneath Hades's Castle, where the souls of the one hundred and eight Specters were sealed. Only she could awaken these sleeping killing machines.
The candlelight in the corridor flickered behind her, casting her shadow long, like her life entangled by fate.
The underground of Hades's Castle was no longer a realm mortals could reach.
The light here had not vanished; instead, it was devoured by a purer, more ancient darkness, and the air was thick like congealed blood.
The core area was a circular altar constructed from ominous obsidian, its surface etched with runes that flowed with a dark red glow.
It was the long-lost divine language of the Underworld, each stroke seemingly wailing silently.
Pandora stood in the center of the altar.
A pitch-black ceremonial robe enveloped her slender body, its hem swaying without wind.
Her pale face was illuminated by the only light source in the altar's center. She slowly raised her hands, her fingers long and slender, nails a pure inky black, her movements elegant and slow, carrying a heavy sensation as if tearing through space.
A syllable, as if squeezed from the deepest abyss, carrying a soul-freezing weight, broke the dead silence.
Pandora spoke in the ancient divine language.
"Άνοιξις..."
(Open...)
Boom!
The runes on the entire altar instantly erupted with dazzling blood-red light!
The ground began to shake, not with an earthquake's tremor, but more like some sleeping, colossal entity beneath the altar impatiently turning over.
The darkness of the dome began to rotate, forming a slowly turning dark vortex that covered the entire space.
Pandora's voice suddenly rose, no longer the clear tone of a maiden, but a grand, layered sound mixed with the shrieks of countless departed souls and the echoes of the abyss.
Each word was like a heavy death knell, striking against the barrier of reality.
Memories of dark stars! Shepherds of lost souls! Inhabitants of the eternal abyss!
Heed my call, and awaken from your slumber!
As she chanted, the space around the altar began to violently twist and tear!
Pitch-black cracks appeared out of nowhere.
From these cracks came sounds that made one's scalp tingle.
The sharp, grating noise of chains dragging and scraping in the void, the creaking of bones rubbing and pressing, the dull clang of armor colliding.
And... countless whispers of the dead, mixed together, filled with resentment, ecstasy, and absolute obedience, converging into a torrential spiritual flood that impacted the entire space.
Pandora spread her arms, as if embracing this birth of despair, her voice piercing through the growls of the undead, carrying an unquestionable decree.
The time of rest is over! Your Lord summons you! Darkness demands your service once more!
Reject slumber! Reject death! Your destiny is for your souls to blossom on the battlefield!
The altar's blood-red light suddenly surged, like a gushing volcano!
The suspended purple heart-flame pulsed wildly, shooting out a thick beam of light that connected to the vortex in the dome!
In the center of the vortex, it was as if one hundred and eight cursed stars were instantly lit, shimmering with a cold, dead, yet infinitely tyrannical light—that was the radiance representing the 108 Demon Stars of Hades's army!
Pandora's voice reached its climax, carrying a destructive fervor and a declaration of ultimate ending. She slammed her arms down.
Warriors of the Underworld! Return, guardians of the 108 dark stars!
Awaken! Don the Cloths of the Underworld! For your liege, assemble as his army for the final war!