Take out a cookie from the space bag, and within ten minutes, the corrupting power of the seventh layer of hell will quickly turn it into a cultivation ground for poisonous mushrooms. If the mushroom is not eaten by any fool within three days. Then it will be "abandoned" by hell and transformed into a gray poisonous powder that will drift away with the wind. The devil is immune to this poisonous powder, and the other creatures here can't stand it.

So before the cookie can grow a poisonous mushroom, it must first disappear into Feige's mouth. The flavors of flour, milk, sugar, and honey explode in the mouth, and a sense of well-being ensues. Feige closed his eyes and soaked in the sensation for a moment. To taste this mundane pleasure, he had to use a mundane body, a human body that was defenseless to the forces of hell.

Happiness is short-lived, and it should never be covered up or interrupted by pain. It was only five minutes before Feige's skin began to tingle, the flames of hell burned in his vision, and evil laughter lingered in his ears. He stretched out his right hand, and the magic matrix appeared in front of him, and his fingers clicked on the runes, and the runes formed spells, and the spells turned into protection, isolating him from hell. The hallucinations in the field of vision, the auditory hallucinations in the ears, and the burning pain in the skin disappeared without a trace, and the feeling of relief came over me.

The old man appeared beside him, his expression was so serious that he seemed to be saying a matter of life and death: "This spell can't stop you from turning into a devil. ”

"I'm already the devil, and there's nothing else to stop but to turn back time. Feiqi put away the magic matrix and said, "Evaluate it, how is my Hell Adaptation Spell, which is better than your Plane Adaptation?"

"It's comparable, congratulations. The old man said, "It only took you a few months to imitate the spells of our world with your own spell runes, which is a very remarkable speed. If you're in my world, you're definitely a spell genius. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, but I have to correct one thing: it's not a copy, it's a crack. Feige waved his finger, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Imitation can only come one after the other in order, while cracking is understanding your system and then solving all the spells at the same time. I've knocked on the door of your so-called arcane system, and would like to hear what I've found inside?"

"What else can you say besides slandering the goddess of magic and ridiculing me?" The old man shook his head: "In the past nearly half a year, I have heard too many similar words, and I can know what you want to say before you even open your mouth! You don't like the deep-rooted thoughts of the gods, and no one can change them. ”

Fei Qi laughed twice, "I'm not such a superficial person, I've had enough of mouth addiction, so naturally I won't say it anymore." More than five months ago, you told me three laws about the multiverse, and now I have learned a truth by cracking the arcane, and I give you a gift in return: the profundity of your world determines the superficiality, and the superficiality of my world leads to the profundity. ”

"What does this mean?" Old man was originally a person with a strong desire for knowledge, otherwise he would not have become the patron saint of researchers. He pressed again and again, but Feige didn't give an explanation. Old man has never explained the three laws of the multiverse, and Feige will not explain the "profound and superficial" questions either.

"Okay, no more with you. It's less than an hour before the Knights of Hell arrive, and I still have to prepare the circle. ”

Feige stepped down from the throne and slid his fingers sideways on the back of his chair, and the throne shifted flat, revealing a deep well below. This is called a swipe unlock by Feige, but no one can understand the humor in it except for the money mirror, and it is only regarded as another failed naming attempt by Feige.

Descending the passage is Feige's secret dungeon, where all the things that cannot be discovered by the devil are hidden. The further down you go, the heavier the evil, depravity, and corruption of hell becomes, but the characteristics of the seventh layer of hell also become more distinct. It can also be built by the Invoker, using the power of the soul to turn sand, stone, and wasteland into walls, ceilings, and solid, icy ground, turning it into an entire dungeon - even easier than building on the ground.

Feige placed the crimson Invoker in the dungeon, responsible for the construction and maintenance of the entire area, and gave it the name "Little Red". "Xiaohong, the wall of the spell practice field has been blown up by me, you go and fix it!" "Xiaohong, create another fifty-square-meter space and fill it with three meters of water. "Little Red ......"

The Red Merger's work is very heavy, but dungeons are easier to build than on the ground, so it can do the work of dozens of Mergers on the ground with one Merger. If he hadn't dug down, Feige wouldn't have discovered this property of Hell: all of Hell's power is accumulated deep in each layer of soil, and the properties on the ground are only a small part of "volatilized".

It is said that Asmodeirs, the king of hell, resides at the bottom of the deep canyon of the ninth layer of hell, hidden in the depths of a huge castle, and his true form does not appear in front of everyone - he may be immersed in the deepest power of hell to protect or strengthen himself. If this inference is correct, then all the demons who dwell on the earth have not yet understood this truth, they are superficial.

"Deep" Feige spread his wings and flew through the passageway, past the teleportation array room, to the training ground next door. It is a huge arena like an indoor stadium, with a space no less than that of the Colosseum, and a ceiling height of more than 40 meters is enough to simulate the attack of flying creatures. There are no pillars in the field, and all the support is due to the magical properties of the seventh layer of hell. As long as the spirit coins don't stop, this place won't collapse.

The devil's subordinates who were "persuaded" by Feige contributed their spirit coins, and it was these resources that supported this training ground. Feiqi has put a lot of effort into this place, and the ground, walls, and ceiling are littered with spell circles made of Hell runes in order to withstand the various training and powerful spells that are being performed here. In the center of the ceiling is the most important circle of the field: Hell Adaptation - and that's what Fitch was going to change.

"After this modification, the training room should be able to withstand the hellish erosion of ordinary humans, right?"

The old man floated beside Feiqi, and he slowly shook his head: "If it's on the ground, I don't think there will be a problem." But here...... The corrosive power of the underground hell is too strong for you to pin all your hopes on this spell. ”

"At least that's an effective layer of protection. When it is verified, my magic school and the Knights of Hell will learn this spell, and then they will not be afraid of the erosion of the breath of hell. Feige placed his hand on the ceiling, and the rune board on it immediately began to change into what he had envisioned. All of this requires the consumption of soul power, which Feige could not afford in the past. However, the spirit currency system has begun to collapse, so Fei Qi can use the "hard currency" of the Hell Light Cannon in exchange for depreciated spirit coins and extract cheap soul power inside.

The spirit coins spent in this training room were enough to push the territory outward for two kilometers, but Feiqi didn't expand an inch. The reason is simple: if Qian Jing had agreed to cooperate with him early on, he could make huge profits in the process of the collapse of the spirit coin. Now that those potential profits have "disappeared", his interest in expanding his territory to tap Kara should also disappear. Expanding your territory in the Hell has always been seen as a potential threat by other lieges. Feige believes that he has little money and an unstable foundation, so it makes perfect sense to choose to avoid being hated too soon.

The magic runes were combined on the ceiling to form a circle of Hell Adaptation Spells, and Fitch covered it with another layer of Hell Runes. In Hell, all forms of circles other than Hell Runes are corrupted, and the Hell Adaptation Spell itself is the same, and it also needs to be protected. After waiting for everything to be done, Feige landed on the ground and looked at everything around him with a satisfied expression.

"As long as you can sustain four hours of training, it's enough. ”

Training means that the members of the Hell Knights will come to Hell through the teleportation array to fight the demons here with real swords and guns. Feige is very sure that the combat effectiveness of an army is determined by its equipment and training, and the upper limit is determined by the level of the opponent they have in mind. Every once in a while, around the time of Shani's return, some of the best warriors of the Hell Knights will be sent to Hell to "train" with Feige's men.

After the red ball of teleportation light stabilized, thirty Hell Knights walked out of it, and as soon as they entered, they felt their chests suffocate and their whole bodies stiffened. "Adjust your breathing, hold on, and follow me. Feige stood at the exit of the teleportation room and said to them, "Come to the training room, and you'll be fine." ”

Ten of the thirty had already been here once, and they were a little more resilient, especially when it came to various hallucinations and stinging pains in their bodies, and they were calmer than the others. "Courage, keep yourself!" they shouted, and then took a big stride and ran towards the training room with a sigh of relief. The heavy armor of the whole body made a clattering sound, and the metal tube of the magic gun collided with their backs, and the sound of thumping and clanging was endless. Feige frowned as he beckoned them over, "What's the matter? Stabilize the barrel with your free hand, so that you can increase the life of your weapon!"

One after another, more than twenty people ran or walked into the training room, and the hell adaptation circle on the ceiling began to work, a huge protective shield to isolate the corrosive force from the training room. The twenty-odd or so who rushed in immediately felt better, and a few of them, after relieving themselves, immediately wanted to turn around and help their companions who had not yet entered.

Feige reached out and stopped them. "This room has to come by its own. If they can't get by, death is death. ”

"Lord Earl," said one of the soldiers eagerly, "we will not leave, but just throw the rope from here and drag them over, shall we?"

Feige shook his head: "Look at the comrades who have already been here once, they don't have this kind of action. Now, I command you to go and ask them why they are so ruthless. ”

The rookies found the old bird, and the latter sighed and said: "The kind of power that made everyone uncomfortable before is hell erosion, a depraved and evil force, it is easier to find people with dark hearts and evil thoughts, just like flies will find cracked and smelly eggs first." Firm faith and a kind soul are like eggshells, which can help us resist. So, going from the teleportation channel to this training room is a test in itself. ”

Feige opened the space bag, took out a cookie, and threw it towards the teleporter. Just when everyone didn't know why, mushrooms had already popped up from the biscuits. "You are now in the seventh level of Hell, which is characterized by waste and decay. If you don't consciously protect yourself, you will quickly become corrupt, like that cookie. ”

The speed of the biscuit's decay in the ground is dozens of times that of the throne hall, and it is much higher than the ground, just like if these hell knights were standing on the ground, they would not feel any difference in physical condition for a few weeks, and they might not be able to withstand even a distance of more than ten meters here. Of course, Fei Qi deliberately didn't mention this situation, because he wanted to open the eyes of these warriors to what kind of cruel situation was outside the Yongli Continent.

Under the "inspiration" of that mushroom biscuit, another fighter showed the last courage to survive, stimulated the latent power in his soul, and rushed into the training room. Unfortunately, the remaining two men have become addicted to the conditions of hell, shouting "lots of gold" and "mine, all mine", and then falling, their flesh and blood melting, and finally becoming two bad demons.

"Give their families no less pensions, just say that they died honorably in the fight against monsters, don't talk about things here. With a wave of his hand, Feiqi flew out of two translucent giant palms composed of force fields, dragging the two inferior demons out of the remains of the armor, grabbing them into the palm of his hand and crushing them directly to death with great force. "According to the principles of the Church of the Goddess of Truth and Thunder, I should have helped them – and of course you – all of them to safety, but I chose not to die, do you understand why?"

The knights who had been here once knew about it, and the rookies shook their heads. Feiqi said to them, "The goddess has protected the entire Yongli Continent and kept these evils out. Under normal circumstances, you will never see this kind of cruelty in your life. However, the Scarlet Meteor poses a threat to other worlds, and someone must open their eyes, get out of their swaddling clothes, and see what the cruelty is like outside. Only by standing in hell can we understand how precious the ordinary life of the past was. I can equip you with the best weapons and armor and teach you powerful battle spells, but I can't teach you how cruel you feel, only what you see and feel with your own eyes. ”

"In a moment you will face the bone demon of Hell, and you must do everything you can to defeat it with your life, or you will die in Hell. You are considered to be the best trained in the Order of Hell, so this is your test. You have to complete five Hell training sessions to become an officer of the Hell Knights, which is an ironclad standard. Take advantage of the opportunity and don't let me down. ”

"Yes, sir!"

Twenty-nine Hell Knights, dealing with a single bone demon is not too difficult, but if you are not careful enough, there will still be casualties. Fitch used to hunt demons in a three-barrel circle, and now uses a similar method to teleport one of his subordinates for these Hell Knights to train. His devil's subordinates are all "persuaded", and they don't feel distressed to "use", anyway, they can be caught outside. Anyway, without the consumption of bloody battles, the number of devils' inventories has increased greatly, and Feiqi has a source of soldiers.

"A bone demon starts? There are so many people today, it seems that it is more difficult than ever. The old bird said to the rookies around him: "Cheer up, don't lose your caution because of nervousness and fear, injury will affect combat effectiveness." The last time I came here was twelve people, and I played five games in total, and the third one was a bone demon. This time, I can't say how many battles we'll have to fight!"

"By the way, you can feel by the way, all these devils we are going to challenge are captured by the chief alone. It's much harder to capture a captive than to kill, and he alone can provide training for all of us. Think about what that means!"

In the same way that the depths of Hell affect the speed at which cookies corrupt are kept secret, Feige doesn't state that these demonic opponents are actually his subordinates and not "captured". He can't leave Hell for the time being, but he still needs to control the Knights of Hell, so he has to establish absolute prestige. To do this, he will do whatever is necessary. As for whether it is consistent with the facts, will the devil care?