Isis stretched out his hand, and the long-handled, straight-bladed weapon took shape in his hand, and in the cold ice, there was a little more gold shining like the sun in the frost-like lines.

This kind of disgusting thing, even if he can't kill it, if he catches one, he can catch another one.

He was still a little puzzled as he rushed over—could the sound he heard was the demon's heartbeat?

He didn't have time to think too much. The long knife slashed through the air, and the normally normal air became as thick and sticky as blood, dragging his knife layer by layer, but it was still slashed down by him with brute force, and the golden light flashed like flame-like ripples at the edge of the air.

He tore open an invisible barrier, and it was like puncturing a stinking bag. The indescribable smell smashed straight over, making him dizzy, and the world that was originally dead and silent but also clean turned into hell in a blink of an eye.

It's hell.

The stone steps are no longer neatly arranged dwarf statues...... They lived.

They ran, jumped, roared, and all sorts of axes and hammers flew around in mid-air, flying towards piles of grotesque little demons. They bared their white fangs and screamed madly at his eardrums, and gave them an overly warm welcome to their new guests—they rushed to them desperately, as if they could not see the dwarves rolling around like rocks, nor the heavy, sharp weapons of the dwarves, and would rather rush to them than to be crushed to pieces.

Even Isis froze. He almost wondered what kind of illusion it was, but no illusion could fool his eyes.

He watched as a dwarf was knocked down the steps by a group of mad imps and slammed to the ground, but instead of falling into a cloud of gray smoke, he shook for a moment and then regrouped, and once again roared at his enemies.

The black rock was covered in blood, secretly glowing with disgusting oil, and something of unknown nature hung here and there...... Like a broken corpse.

He looked twice—not the corpses of the dwarves, but the corpses of the demons themselves.

The dwarves seem to be immortal here, but the demons are really dead?

"What's going on?!" Fili shouted, and the phantom hanging in mid-air chased after him relentlessly. It scattered itself into a web of vines, hanging in the air, each one of which was an earnest expression of its love for the paladin, and even though many of its tentacles were cut off by the throwing axes thrown by the dwarves, it persevered to branch out more and reach out to Fili.

The light flew out of Ed's hands like a chain, and spread out like fireworks, wrapping around each of the phantom's tentacles, trying to bind it together. Mock recovered from the shock and threw out his tomahawk, slashing precisely between the chains. Falling with blood, the long knives thrown by Iss instantly turned into countless small knives with cold light, spinning and slicing the phantom into pieces.

"Ed!" he shouted, "kill!"

This is good news and bad news. The enemy who can't be killed is a drain on the will, but the killing is ...... Prove that they are trapped in the realm of demons at the moment.

But this place is indeed still the bottom of the pit, and you can even smell a little bit of stonegrass, and when you look up, you don't see the blood-red sky of hell, but an unfathomable darkness.

...... But are the skies of hell really blood-red?

The phantom demon was completely shattered in a terrible scream, and it could not recover, and the little demons flying around them swarmed up, tearing the fragments to pieces.

It's also trouble-free.

The invincible Nana was now completely retracted into Is's arms, revealing only one head, and was coughing and vomiting nauseously.

Isis was comforted - this little guy didn't really eat everything.

He manipulated his weapon and rushed towards Fili. The hapless paladin, who seems to be the most popular food here, has just escaped the pursuit of the illusions and is surrounded by more and more demons.

The ice turned into sharp arrows and poured down. Ed's oncoming orb of light then fell, blasting the pile of small monsters to the ground.

“...... Is it so easy to deal with?" the paladin shook his shoulders, and the question he raised was not contemptuous, but genuine doubt and vigilance.

They try to get closer to each other. Only Mork tried to catch a certain dwarf in the gaps of the battle.

Even if you can ask a question.

But he couldn't catch it. He was sure that the dwarves weren't blind to him, as they instinctively walked away from him instead of running straight into him.

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"What the hell is going on?!" he roared in dwarven language, "where is your king?!"

No one answered. The dwarves just kept fighting, fighting, fighting, as if that was the only reason they existed here.

The companions had no choice but to gather at Mork, and only the little fire dragon was still flying around. It wasn't scorching, it was used for illumination, not the kind of real flame that melted dark gold, but where it flew, the demons screamed and avoided it, as if they were terrified of it.

None of them were so afraid of Is.

Isis let out a whistle, and the fire dragon instantly grew several times, and although it was only the size of an adult goshawk, it obviously made it too excited. It circled around them like crazy, making them feel like they were surrounded by a vortex of flames, and finally had a little respite.

"It's ...... Is that one?" Filly folded one hand over the other.

"Overlap. "The pit overlapped with a part of hell, but it was much worse than the one in Stonebutch." ”

Those demons that suddenly appear in Stonebuch do not die, only banished. They are still guided by the rules of this world.

"It's like Stonebuch just had a drizzle and there's a lot of water here?" Filly was still patting his hair involuntarily, his heart palpitating.

"But the dwarves...... The souls of the dwarves have obviously been here for a long time, and when we entered the Black Rock, and even when we went down here, we didn't enter the overlapping worlds, what is going on?" Ed couldn't help but scratch his head.

Terry stopped talking.

"Anyway, let's fight first. Isis was eager to try. He didn't really have a good command of the Eternal Flame yet, but now was the time to practice, and what would the real flame do if just a little light of fire could make those demons so fearful?

As an ice dragon, he really didn't expect that he would be so keen on playing with fire one day, but at the moment he was really itching.

No one objected. Even if it was just to learn more about the situation, they couldn't hide in the ring of fire all the time, not to mention that there were so many dwarven souls fighting with all their might outside.

If they could repel the enemy in front of them, would they be willing to tell them what had happened?