People who love to play Dota probably know a line exclusive to the fire girl: burn all the way and kill all the way. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And such a slightly arrogant sentence has become a reality at this time.

The number of pirates who attacked Impelton was not large, but this team of less than 100 people magically played an overwhelming momentum. Along the way, the blockers were invincible, and smoke and flames were constantly created everywhere they passed. At first glance, it looks like a spear made of flames, piercing straight into the interior of hell.

And the one who made the most trouble was the white bear Beibo, a guy who fundamentally implemented the name of the bear child.

Although the garrison gathered was numerous, it had no way to stop the pirates from advancing in the slightest, especially after Domino was knocked down by a bear hug by Qiangbaru, and it was completely in chaos.

If drowning people still struggle for a while, then these garrisons are not even as good as drowning people. They could not form any obstacle in the slightest, except for the frightened screams of the wolf rushing to the grave.

Because of Pelton's unbroken myth, the comfortable life under the protection of Hiryu and Magellan has long since completely corrupted them. In addition to the training that continues every day, the garrison, which is obsessed with past achievements, has become more and more distant from the name of the elite of the navy. Their power may still be there, but they have become a rabble with no spare power but no soul.

"If I am blocked by such a group of people, then why should I take revenge on him?" was Luo's mocking laugh as he stepped on the staircase to the Red Lotus Hell, and it was also his oath to himself.

Now, it's time to live up to that vow!

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The yellowed shimmer of light, gently swaying in the infinite hell, could not banish this deep shadow.

It has been a long time since the previous earthquake. Although there were a few loud vibrations and loud noises in between, they could not excite the prisoners as much as they did at the beginning. The infinite hell that boiled over the sky was reduced to an eerie silence after the second vibration.

In the old room, Crockdahl was sitting cross-legged, looking ahead with a smile on his lips. At the same time, his fingers seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally, pulling the chains attached to his legs, making a clanging sound. This sound, in the empty environment of the infinite hell, seems to be able to go straight to the soul.

And his whole person seemed to be a little lost in this sound. He has a humble eye, although he is smiling, but anyone can read the meaning of no sorrow and joy and no gain or loss, and the real smile is not a smile......

Since Impelton is called the Deep Sea Prison, it is natural that its prisons are all located below the surface of the sea. In addition, the large prison is gradually descended, and the area of each floor is wider, and the prisoners held are more vicious.

In this way, the lv.1 Red Lotus Hell that Luo and they broke into was the underground layer of Impelton, and it was also the most "weak" layer. And this so-called weakest is not only to show that the strength of this layer of criminals is low, but also because the crimes committed by the prisoners in this layer are relatively low.

Of course, the lowliness mentioned here is only relative, and if there is no reward of tens of millions of Baileys, I am afraid that he will not be qualified to be imprisoned at all. But for the prisoners of Impelton, the number of crimes committed does not mean anything, because you cannot be complacent about your more unforgivable sins, nor can you feel that you are as pure as a little white flower because you have committed fewer crimes.

In Impelton, in a sense, these prisoners are truly equal - as long as they enter Impelton, whoever precedes them, their imprisonment will be permanent. Moreover, the imprisoned prisoners will also endure endless torture before death comes.

And among these torments, the infinite hell is the most.

Infinite Hell seems to be the closest place to a normal prison cell, there is no severe cold, no scorching, no unbearable or demonic beasts, but in fact it is even more terrifying than those so-called tortures. Because the deep silence here is precisely torturing the hearts of the prisoners.

There are a lot of tough guys, iron guys, who can withstand the harshest torture, but they can't withstand the emptiness of loneliness. Keep them in a dark and silent room, and it won't be long before they go crazy.

The same is true for the great evildoers of the Infinite Hell. With their strength, they don't care about the torture of the previous layers at all, but few people can withstand loneliness.

This is a pain that transcends death, a kind of infernal ...... that makes people sink

But isn't this an experience?

At least, as Crockdahl had observed, those who were able to sit still in the midst of the boundless darkness, and who did not make noise as others did, and who used madness to hide their inner anxiety and emptiness, each had the power to make him feel terrible.

"The best soldier indeed...... Crockdahl chuckled, still flicking the chains.

The sound is loud and sound, seemingly unintentional, but there is a peculiar rhythm in it, as if it is in harmony with some mysterious rhythm unique to life. And every collision, every soft sound, seems to happen to be on the gap between life and death, a line as thin as a razor's edge.

Invisibly, a seemingly nonexistent, but indescribable momentum gradually converged on Crockdahl's body. And the sound of him plucking the chains gradually became loud and wide. It was as if there was a very strange sound of wind, which at first resembled the chirping of mosquitoes, but suddenly turned into the howling of a gale, and then became an earth-shattering catastrophe.

For a moment, Crockdahl seemed to have a double sense, one side was only a slightly rapid light sound, and on the other side, it was as if he had entered another world, feeling the infinite power of heaven.

In his senses, it seemed to be a kind of ghost crying and howling, the heavens and the earth changing color, and the scene was shocking.

The thunder flashed, the electric snake danced wildly, and the wind and sand swept the ground...... And behind all this, there is a burning flame, a scorching flame that flickers straight into the heart!

Crockdahl stopped flipping the chain, and everything in front of him suddenly dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and there was no trace of it. It's as if everything before was just an illusion of nothingness. But Crockdahl knew that it wasn't just an illusion, it was a reflection of the world in his mind.

This statement seems quite mysterious, but domineering cultivation is undoubtedly the experience of the soul. And his domineering spirit has finally taken the most important step in this infinite hell......