Catherine laughed, smiling comfortably. The most annoying mouth, actually bit off his tongue by himself. Of course, if you don't do that, the black flame will burn on it with your tongue, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

The two sides went back and forth, and Catherine finally got the upper hand in the final few rounds. However, the female mage knew very well that the price she paid for it was definitely not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

The consequence of forcibly using the "Demon Flame Rope" is to put Catherine's body in a state of collapse. And in order to summon the magic flame with this weak body, Catherine had to use the two little knuckles of her hands as the raw material for communication.

It wasn't too long ago that she had regrown her left hand by devouring the limbs of the dwarf shaman—it had been lost in order to escape the Demon Lord Goros Damon and forcibly open the spatial node. Unexpectedly, in just a few hours, the female mage could only rely on self-harm to protect herself.

Catherine felt that she was living a very poor life, and that a great devil could go so far. Not only did she hate the depraved god in front of her who had been captured*, but she also hated the king of war who had brought her here.

The war lord who had always been known for his irritability and impulsiveness in the underworld is now hiding somewhere.

"He must have calculated and offered me to his new master. Stupid, stupid, I actually believe in a devil. Catherine wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

No matter how irritable and impulsive the devil is, he is still the devil. Is there a devil in this world who is not cunning, cunning and treacherous?

But now was not the time to complain, and Catherine had to pretend to be calm, looking at the remaining three palm monsters with a sneer. She fought hard to keep her already limp body from falling.

Don't look at the power of the Demon Flame Rope, it eliminated one palm monster in one fell swoop, and even seriously injured the other. Catherine knew that she didn't have the strength to fight again. It doesn't take long for the Flame Rope's energy to run out and dissipate on its own. At that time, the three palm monsters on the opposite side had no scruples.

And Catherine didn't believe that an ancient god—even a fallen god with only a soul left—had only such means. Maybe he's hatching some kind of conspiracy right now.

Another thing that disappointed Catherine was that the Palm Monster was not a demon. The female mage tried to eat a piece of the palm monster's body, not just for the sake of provocation. It was even more hoped that this would be the body of a demon, so that Catherine could strengthen herself by eating the other party.

I don't know what method this god used, the palm monster body he condensed was actually not even a low-level life form, and there was no sign of vitality in it at all. But the amazing thing is that the palm monster seems to be a good place to store souls. For example, the soul of the Lord of War is stored in good condition.

Of course, the genitals of the mating demon come from the body of the real demon. But Catherine couldn't allow herself to eat that disgusting, though a voice in her mind kept repeating, "Survival and strength are the only things to pursue right now." ”

But if Ace is here, maybe the female mage will force Ace to eat it immediately. In the case of Linde worms, that little worm must not hesitate to take the initiative to eat it clean, so as not to waste valuable supplements.

The three palm monsters confronting Catherine in the distance seemed to be in some strange state. Even the badly injured mouth will be quiet. Together, they clenched their fists, curled up at the edge of a somewhat wilting black flame.

As the minutes ticked by, this confrontation had both advantages and disadvantages for Catherine. Her body was regaining strength little by little, but the magic flame rope in her hand finally ran out of energy as time passed, and disappeared into the air with a "bang".

Catherine felt like a criminal awaiting execution, and her mental torment was far greater than her exhaustion.

"You can't wait aimlessly. Although it was not yet known what the silence of the ancient god meant, Catherine, who was on the weaker side, decided to do something.

At this time, swamping is still a good choice and temptation. It took longer to cast than the last, and Catherine pulled her legs out of the platform made of fire mud.

Still unresponsive, Catherine carefully shifted her steps. It's safe!

The mage began to walk around in a wider area, staring at the ancient gods as she looked at the platform. The trench around the platform was deep and wide, and there was no room for escape.

"It's a dilemma. Anger burned in Catherine's chest, "Damn Creek Quill, if I ever see you again, I want you to look good." ”

However, anger does not help, and you can't just wait here. Catherine paced back and forth a few steps, finally making up her mind. It's not that there is no road in front of you, it's just that the road is on the other side of the platform. Bypassing the black flames and palm monsters stuck in the center of the platform, there is a staircase at the end of the platform that leads deeper underground.

Catherine walked along the edge of the platform to the other end, and she walked very cautiously past the palm monster, her eyes never taking off the black flame in the middle.

After successfully bypassing the Demon Flame and the Palm Monster, the mage stood in front of the stairs at the other end of the platform. The staircase in front of me was narrower and steeper than the one that had been descended earlier, almost like a cliff that went deep underground.

Catherine glanced at the ancient god behind her, and he didn't move as if he were asleep. The cluster of demonic flames had become weak, and was gradually getting smaller and weaker at a very slow pace. If this continues, it won't be long before it will be completely extinguished.

"The soul aura in the demonic flame is getting thinner and thinner, has that ancient god left his soul shelter?" Catherine frowned, she always felt that something was wrong. The mage sat down on the first step and carefully recalled the entire process after the ancient gods appeared.

"The tail! The tail is gone. Catherine finally remembered this detail, and there were five things floating in the original flames, including a short, hairless tail. But the whereabouts of that tail are unknown, and it is not even known when it disappeared from the flames.

Catherine immediately remembered what Lindworm had said, "And the nose, Lindworm said it had seen the nose too." It turns out that when I appeared just now, these organs were not complete. ”

Catherine confirmed that most of the true Ancient Gods had left the platform, and began to climb down the stairs, step by step. But her mind was still thinking about the ancient gods.

Gods -- that's a very interesting word. The Most High God is the only true God recognized in the human kingdom today. According to historical records, in fact, in this world, a large number of other gods existed in ancient times. They are numerous, they have a complex system, and they are in charge of all kinds of things. From the most ordinary sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, to all kinds of animals, plants and even ethnic groups and races that exist in nature. Later, there were even some gods with abstract meanings and peculiar domains. For example, the god of luck, the god of fate.

But no matter how many gods existed during that period, almost at the same time, they suddenly withdrew from the stage of history and faded out of the vision of the major races.

Historical researchers of various ethnic groups usually refer to the age of the existence of these gods as the age of ancient gods. And in the study of human history, scholars also call it the Age of the Gods.

The age of the gods is so far back that the last time the gods appeared can be traced back 100,000 years to make a fruitful research.

The academic community has been inconclusive as to why the ancient gods suddenly withdrew from the stage of history, and it is impossible to give a definitive conclusion. Since the history of the real rise of mankind is only 3,000 years, its own history and cultural accumulation are very limited. Therefore, the study of the history of the gods has always been a sideline subject.

Of course, another shackle to research comes from the pressure of religious churches. After the only supreme god descended into the world, the other gods were naturally evil. The study of the gods is tantamount to acknowledging the historical position of the gods in the course of time, which is in conflict with the doctrine of the one supreme and true God that has always been in the church.

Therefore, even the President of the Royal Academy, Quisling, who had a great interest in the gods, such a great magician who could exert influence in the presence of His Majesty the King, dared to examine only one or two things from the side.

Ghisling's research focused on the long poem "The Legend of the Elven King", which has been handed down by the elves. The elves are one of the races that have a close relationship with humans and have been around since the time of the gods. According to Ghisling, the elven kings who appeared in the late Age of the Gods were probably the gods of the elven family.

Another major school of thought in the academic world, the Longkao School, has made similar arguments. They believe that the three dragon kings of antiquity are actually the gods of the dragon family.

However, both the Ghisling and the Dragons have only raised and exchanged these views in small academic circles. If it is in public, it will only use terms such as "Elf King" and "Elder Dragon King", and will never have anything to do with the gods.

Instead, Bosseto Ifel had dealt with the gods a lot. Not only with the one supreme god, but also with those ancient gods.

But the former king of hell has a very disdainful attitude towards the gods. The ancient gods didn't have much influence in the underworld, except for a few bloodline races, such as the Dwarves and the like. Of course, it's hard to get the Hell King to bet too much attention.

For a long time, the history of the underworld has been the history of the battle between the demon army led by Bosetto Ifer and the demon army controlled by Goros Damon. This battle of the abyss of hell, which has lasted for tens of thousands of years, can be said to be the main theme of the underground world. It wasn't until one day that the Hell King, who had the upper hand, was suddenly sealed by the supreme god from the heavenly realm, and the appearance of the underground world changed radically.

According to Bossetoiffel, the gods are incapable of staying in the underworld. As powerful as the supreme god, he can only stretch out his divine hand.

So the ancient god who appeared in the place of captivity right now made Catherine very curious. But then again, the mysterious places of the underworld hide countless secrets. It seems plausible that a god would appear here as a gardener.

Catherine's thoughts flashed through her mind, and the road under her feet was getting harder and harder. She now had to lean over the stairs, backwards and steps, step by step. The process is long, monotonous, and has no end in sight.

I don't know how much time passed, and Catherine almost exhausted all her strength during the climb. If it weren't for the mechanical instinct to support her, the female mage might have fallen headlong. She couldn't estimate how long she had crawled, where she had climbed, and her rigid and sluggish mind had become groggy.

Catherine looked up and saw a dark patch above her, and looked down to see that it was still dark beneath her feet.

"Enough of it, jump right in. A voice popped up in the female mage's head.

Catherine didn't resist the thought, she only hesitated for a moment, then pushed her hands and jumped down.