"I don't have much to tell you. His Majesty the Demon King shook his head, "The funnel of the world is right in front of you, and I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Anything I've heard before pales in comparison to the real world funnel. ”

The female mage felt that His Majesty the Demon King was obviously absent-minded, and her words flickered. But since the Demon King didn't want to say more, she couldn't force it.

"So what are we going to do now? and where is the golden booklet?" Catherine simply changed the subject.

"Wait. The Demon King's answer was vague.

"Wait. Catherine repeated the Demon King's words, and it seemed that there was really nothing left to do but wait.

The two of them stood silently under the huge whirlpool and waited. Catherine is not lacking in patience, or rather dominated by the Lady of Reason, and is not dominated by too many emotions. She doesn't seem impatient, anxious, scared, etc. Even if these negative emotions arise, they will be immediately limited and eliminated.

But His Majesty the Demon King is different, since he saw the funnel of the world. The whole person is becoming more and more strange, even abnormal. The Demon King became unusually silent, and did not say a word for a long time.

"We seem to be getting closer and closer to that maelstrom. Finally, the female mage broke the silence first, "I've been observing for a long time, it shouldn't be my delusion." ”

"Our world will leak down this funnel, so it's normal to get closer and closer to it. The Demon King's explanation revealed unusual information.

"It's funny, you know more than I thought, Bossetoiffel. The whirlpool stopped spinning abruptly, and from its depths came a hoarse sound mixed with a strange "hiss" sound.

The Demon King looked up at the source of the sound, then pulled Catherine's left hand out of the crook of his arm.

"Looks like it's time for me to meet the illusionist. The Demon King let go of Catherine's hand, "Whether I can come back or not, I'm sure you'll get that golden script and get out of here." ”

"Isn't that right? The Demon King raised his head and asked loudly at the whirlpool.

"Do you already know who I am?" the voice was a little surprised, "I have no intention of embarrassing that weak will, I can let her go now." ”

From the depths of the whirlpool, a golden bright spot suddenly floated. The bright spot slowly descended, and finally fell in front of the female mage. Isn't that the golden booklet?

"Grab the script and you'll get out of here. The Demon King motioned for Catherine to take the golden booklet, "There is indeed something wrong with the sun in this illusion, you can find a way out of the illusion from there." ”

The Demon King's words seemed to be explaining the aftermath, but Catherine didn't act immediately.

"What does it mean that you may not be able to come back. The female mage's expression was full of confusion, "You are not declaring that it is impossible for you to be expelled from my body. ”

"Are you reluctant to let me leave you? His Majesty the Demon King laughed.

"I just wanted to make sure if you're playing tricks again. Catherine's reply was grim, "If you were really expelled from my body, it would make me very happy." ”

"You want to know if I'm playing tricks?" the Demon King shook his head, "Then you can explore the mysteries of the spirit world yourself." Good bye. ”

After saying that, His Majesty the Demon King grabbed the female mage's hand and pressed it on the golden booklet floating in the air. Catherine's figure flashed and disappeared.

The Demon King sent the female mage away and looked into the depths of the world funnel again, "Dear Silanguea, I am impressed by your tolerance. ”

Silanguea did not respond.

His Majesty the Demon King didn't care, and black flames erupted from his feet, burning up along his lower limbs little by little. Soon the flames engulfed the Demon King's entire body, turning into a fist-sized ball of demonic fire. The fireball swirled in place and exploded with a "bang". From inside was born a black dragon the size of a palm. This black dragon looks exactly like the fierce dragon Hermes, except that it is much smaller, like a pocket version.

The little black dragon let out a dragon groan, even though it sounded like a kitten neighing, and flew towards the huge whirlpool overhead.

The speed of the black dragon is very fast, like a lightning bolt shuttling through the air. It took less than a few breaths for it to fly into the depths of the whirlpool.

The depths of the world funnel are chaotic and unclear, and wriggling air masses are everywhere. These air masses are large or small, and vary in color, but are generally dark-toned. The black dragon walked between the air masses, carefully avoiding them. It looks like a long, narrow space that can't be walked through. The black dragon flew for an unknown amount of time, and it did not reach the end of this space.

If it weren't for the fact that the vortex wall was gradually retracting, reminding the Demon King that he had been heading into the depths of the funnel, the boring journey might have driven him crazy.

As the journey deepened, the distribution of air masses in the direction of the demon king's advance became denser and denser. Some of them are very petite, not even as big as a fingernail.

However, the Demon King still maintained his patience, and did not go directly through the air mass in pursuit of speed. He avoided everything he could, for fear that a little air mass would contaminate him. Only then did he see why the Demon King had made himself so small, and only in this way could he find the gap between the air masses and pass through.

Finally, when the black dragon flew through a dense area of air masses, the front suddenly opened up. The small and small living creatures were gone. The Demon King seemed to be about to reach the end of his consciousness, and he mustered up his remaining strength and suddenly increased his speed and rushed forward.

After only advancing a few dozen breaths, His Majesty the Demon King saw a strange white cloud, abruptly suspended in the space in the distance.

Below this white cloud, there were countless dark green air currents tumbling, and directly above it was a raft. The raft was very narrow and made of three dead logs that were only the thickness of a calf.

There were three passengers on the raft from front to back. The first was a scrawny woman, naked and gray-skinned, with a baby with a large head and a small body hanging from each of the two shriveled chambers. The baby clenched the woman's nipple - the head like two bats hanging upside down on the roof of a cave. The woman had no hands, but she had four legs and stepped on the raft with a panicked face.

Sitting in front of the woman was a big fat man with bruises, and his bruise-purple skin was full of rotting sores, and the sores were crawling with writhing white maggots. He crossed his hands over his chest as if he were taking a tired nap on a long-haul passenger ship. However, the big fat man did not carry his sleepy head on his shoulders, because he sat under him with his head as a chair.

Due to the huge size of the big fat man, it occupies almost two-thirds of the space on the raft. So the passenger in front of him could only lie sideways on the raft.

This last passenger actually looked like a turtle. He hid in a brown shell, the front half of which was exposed to the outside of the raft, with only the middle section resting on it. But the raft was too narrow, and the shell was always shaking, so he had to stick his hands, feet, and head out of the shell to keep his balance.

However, this behavior comes at a heavy cost, because there is a vicious crow on the turtle's shell that is working against him. The crow's feet were stuck in the cracks in the turtle's shell, and it clearly hated the guy in the shell. As soon as the passenger sticks out his head, he pecks viciously. Therefore, the unfortunate ghost in the turtle shell has no skin, and the hands, feet, and head are full of bloody holes.

The Demon King didn't dare to lean forward easily. Although he had previously thought that there was nothing in the Soul Illusion that could really hurt him. But when the Demon King finds himself facing one of the four rulers of the Discord Realm, his faith is shaken.

The Demon King can feel that the legendary "funnel of the world" in which he is located is not a real illusion artifact. Especially along the way, his soul will is constantly being involved. As a master of the soul realm, the Demon King knew very well that this kind of power could not only hurt him, but also be difficult for him to resist.

For this was most likely a deliberate attempt by the ruler Silanguea to deter him in a small way.

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