But after all, he was the Hades who ruled over death, with a heart far beyond ordinary divines.
After the initial shock and shame, he immediately thought of a brilliant idea to shift the blame.
He must never admit it was the side effect of his precious helmet.
Hades suddenly lifted his head, his ghost fire-burning eyes firmly locked onto the Old God King, Cronus.
"Cronus!"
He let out a roar filled with endless anger and grief, even with a trembling sob in his voice.
"How vicious you are!"
"To defeat us, you actually used such a despicable and vile curse on me!"
"You have destroyed my innocence!"
This heart-rending accusation echoed throughout the battlefield, full of convincing pathos.
The Old God King, Cronus, was instantly dumbfounded.
Me?
I cursed you?
When did I curse you to dress like that?
When did I ever have the leisure to cast such a curse!
