Catherine woke up with a tingling sensation all over her body. As soon as she opened her eyes, she choked on the water poured into her lungs from her nose, but fortunately, the female mage was not slow to react and immediately held her breath. At this time, there was an unusually painful sensation in her eyes, and she could barely see anything in the water, only a very faint bright light.

Catherine closed her eyes and swung her limbs a few times to float herself. As soon as her head burst out of the water, she felt a chill hit her face. Catherine coughed loudly, squirting all the water out of her nose, but a strong smell of sulfur followed and rushed into her nose.

When the cough subsided, Catherine slowly opened her stinging, red eyes. Her eyes were filled with steam, and she couldn't see half a meter away in fog. However, in the depths of the female mage's memory, she is no stranger to the scene in front of her. This is clearly in a pool of brimstone, where the king of hell once had a private pool of brimstone.

Of course, the current pool, neither in terms of water temperature nor sulfur concentration, can compare with the private baths of Bossertoifer. But despite this, it is not a good thing for a human to soak in such a pool for too long. The sulfur was already toxic, and the tingling sensation in her body told Catherine that she was not fit to stay any longer.

Catherine looked around, frowning slightly. She picked a random direction to swim in. Surprisingly, I didn't swim more than two meters before I touched the shore. The water vapor here was much lighter, and Catherine saw a snowflake falling in front of her.

The mage looked up at the sky, and endless snowflakes were falling from the sky. The sky was blindingly blank, and Catherine could only look at it for a few seconds before she burst into tears. She quickly withdrew her gaze and crawled out of the sulfur pool, and her whole body was as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. The temperature outside the pool was terrifyingly low, and every breath Catherine exhaled turned into white ice and fell to the ground.

After a quick glance into the distance, Catherine jumped back into the pool again. It's so cold outside the pool!

Just ahead, through the mist, Catherine was convinced she saw a black and white forest. Even though it was covered in snow and ice, the forest still had a deep, gray aura. This aura is powerful and oppressive, like a dormant beast that may burst out and hurt people at any time.

This is a place that would normally not be found in the underworld. Catherine's wealth of knowledge made her realize that she might have entered a special dimension—a realm that had carved out in a place of captivity.

Catherine guessed that she had fallen into a coma during her fall, but she didn't know how she could get out. Intuitively, the female mage was sure that she should go to the forest. If there's any secret in this space, it's in that forest. It's just that it's very cold here, and she's afraid that she won't be able to walk a hundred meters before she leaves the sulfur pool, and she will freeze on the road.

Catherine lay on the edge of the sulphur pool, feeling unsustainable in her heart. There is no trace of fire in this space, and it is impossible to use fire magic to keep warm. But she couldn't stay in the brimstone pool for long, and Catherine was already a little dizzy, a sign of poisoning.

"Dear Lord Catherine. Just when the female mage was in a dilemma, a voice suddenly sounded, "My god is above, salute you." ”

Through the mist of mist, Catherine saw the figure of a palm monster slowly approaching.

"Crickquail?" the mage shouted, shaking her head again, "Who are you?"

The Palm Monster approached Catherine, revealing a figure comparable to that of the Lord of War. And like the Lord of War, he stood and walked with the middle two fingers on the ground. However, what is hilarious is that he is actually wearing a black "dress" and a black "top hat".

In fact, the dress and the top hat were ridiculously simple, just a black bark tied to the body with a white grass stem, and a black leaf that was circled in a barrel. But for some reason, in Catherine's eyes, the palm monster really looked like he was wearing the most gorgeous and elaborate aristocratic dress.

"Lord Catherine, my god has commanded me to meet you. If you're done bathing, get in the car. The palm monster took off his top hat and bowed his palms in a respectful manner. His voice was thicker and hoarser than that of the Lord of War.

With the words of the palm monster, the water vapor in the sulfur pool dissipated on its own. Catherine saw a crystal ice sculpture "carriage" parked at the edge of the pool.

This so-called ice carriage, compared to the noble carriage of the earthly world, is very simple, just a large block of ice, covered with a hollow translucent arched canopy. There is no carved decoration on the hood, and the only eye-catching sign is a vivid ice sculpture of a palm monster standing at the top, with four fingers pointing to the sky, and an eye, a mouth, an ear and a nose on the tips of the fingers. There were no horses at the front of the carriage, but a giant palm monster lying on the ground with its head tethered. It was stout and stocky, with a fiery red body and four fingers as thick as an elephant's legs, all of which landed on the ground at the same time.

Catherine was almost unable to endure the torment of the brimstone pool, but instead of going out of the water at once, she put on a haughty look and said, "Who taught you manners, unreasonable things? Don't you know that the lady should be waiting outside to be sent while bathing?

The palm monster straightened up in surprise and froze. Two seconds later, he bent his palm down again, and said backwards, "What a faux pas, Lord Catherine, I'm so sorry. I am waiting outside for your dispatch. ”

The Palm Monster walked backwards and farther away, and the mist-filled pool of brimstone once again obscured everything.

Catherine saw the palm monster leaving, propped up the shore with both hands, and jumped out of the water at once. She sat on the edge of the sulfur pool and gasped for breath. But the cold didn't hold on long, and in less than half a minute the mage had to jump back into the pool.

Catherine held her breath and sank her head into the water, the ice slag in her hair melting in the warm pool water.

"No, if you go out like this, you'll freeze to death. After experiencing the temperature of this world for the second time, Catherine was annoyed, "I have to think of another way." ”

Catherine lifted her upper body out of the water and propped her chin on the shore of the pool with her right hand.

"Come in. Catherine exclaimed lazily.

The fog dissipated, and the palm monster walked in respectfully. "At your disposal, Lord Catherine. He was more polite this time than he had been when he first appeared, not only walking deferentially, but also half-bowing.

"Is it your God who wants to summon me?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"Did your gods send you to fetch me?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"Did your gods ask me to bathe?"

"Yes, sir. ”

"Did your gods want me to be summoned naked?"

The palm monster was silent for a moment and said, "My god did not send down an oracle. ”

"I don't want to go naked. ”

"Yes, sir. The palm monster seemed to think for a moment before replying, "It's the villain's negligence." ”

After speaking, the palm monster rose off the ground with a "whoosh". Catherine raised her head and saw him jump into the air, and suddenly turned into a black dot, afraid that he had jumped dozens of meters high.

The black dot grew larger and smashed towards the ground. "Bang" A hole was smashed in front of Catherine. The mage stretched out her head to see that there was a thick layer of ice beneath the heavy snow. I don't know how thick the ice is, but the hole is bottomless.

Catherine heard some faint echoes from the cave, like the sound of digging fading away.