The three of them, Morren, were once Kings of the Blood Clan.
On every inch of Europe's soil, they have left endless legends. Although these legends are bloody and dark, it cannot be denied that, even though they have died once, the pride of once being kings still resides in their hearts.
Being nearly hunted by Hades across most of Europe, naturally, leaves them feeling extremely displeased.
Now, the three of them, Morren, have made up their minds to engage in a life-and-death battle with Hades near the Netherworld King Temple. This battle is bound to have a winner and a loser; one side will definitely become the defeated.
"Hades, today you will surely die by our hands."
"I want to personally taste the flavor of your blood."
"I guess your blood must be delicious."
Morren licked his lips, a strange red glow flashing in his eyes.
