After both Ferekhill and the Lich were finally satisfied, the first elimination match was coming to an end, and the eyes of jealousy swept over the white-robed Lich, not giving him a chance to capture his master, and the Lich didn't care about those humans at all, and now he only needed to be cautious of high-level demons and demons. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The fog is gone, and the sound of the river is full of it, but if you listen carefully, you will find that the sound is not made by the water hitting the rocks, but by the crying and weeping of unwilling souls, from which the name of the River of Bitterness comes from. Those black currents are the condensation of resentment and sorrow, and once the living fall into them, they will lose their original sanity and become confused, and they will continue to fall until they fall into the territory of some devil or demon, and the soul will be assimilated and disintegrated, just like food falls into stomach acid, which is why the entropy ship needs to be constantly replenished with fresh flesh and soul.

The hull of the entropy ship is almost all arms clinging and embracing each other, the bottom of the ship is covered with bare backs, the deck is made up of uneven, puffy bellies and chests, maggots crawl happily in the soft pale flesh, the faces of the contenders appear only on the walls of the cabins, either angry or sad, the canvas of human skin is bound together by a sail rope made of small intestines and large intestines, and it exudes a foul stench. Ferrekhill's cabin was perhaps the cleanest and most ornate of the entire entropy ship, with bone-powder-coated walls as smooth as alabaster, delicate finger bone lampholders comparable to the finest ivory, beds made of deformed bodies that were so large that they gently swayed and sang mournful songs as you lay down, drapery woven from the hair of young women softened any strong warrior, and the air was filled with seductive aromas from the fat of the most innocent and ignorant child. Sometimes, the Lich doesn't feel like it's a good thing to be overly observant.

His room was on the second floor, second only to the Demons and Ferrekhill, and on the way back to the room, the lich saw mummies, ghosts, ghouls, and low-ranking demons, and after the number was reduced to what they needed, the guards came out, and they violently chased away the "guests" who did not return to the cabin, but to the lich, and the few humans who seemed to have the same special invitations as him, or who showed comparable strength, these monsters were still quite polite- It was the first time the lich had returned to his room, and in front of the door of the cabin was a pair of glossy female arms, which were spread out when the lich came to him, revealing a miserable male face embedded in the door, "Say your name." It said.

The lich didn't answer it, he waved his finger, a small spell, but as soon as the spell fell on the face, it sizzled like a soldering iron, and a foul-smelling white smoke rose up, and a voice between male and female screamed and cried, the former undead frowned in disgust, he took out a rune pendant from the dimensional pouch, and the sun stone on the pendant cast the morning light on the female arms, and the male voice suddenly became louder than the female, and it roared, and then begged the caster for forgiveness-" Undo a spell that another person has placed on you. Said the lich.

"I don't have that power. The male face said, and the lich responded by placing the rune on the arm, which immediately became charred and withered, this time only the female wail, but the male face immediately shed black tears, "well," it yielded, "well," it hesitated slightly, and the lich then heard the sound of something falling and shattering, and the door opened, revealing another user of the room, a red-robed warlock, whose face was as ugly as the one on the door.

The lich lifted his Mithril staff, and the ruby on the staff glowed brightly, indicating that a powerful spell was about to be launched, "Get out," the lich said, "immediately." ”

The warlock seemed to want to say something, but he immediately felt the air become heavy and hot, and he jumped up as literally, grabbed his cloak and ran out of the room.

The lich didn't seem to even look at him, he walked into the room, the door of the room immediately closed, the room plunged into darkness, and then a little light emanated from the Mithril staff, reflecting the walls and floor, and the air on the entropy ship was very thin, but now this body did not have to rely on the sunlight, air, and water of the main material plane to sustain itself, as mortals do. There was a slight sobbing sound from behind the door, and when the lich looked over, it disappeared immediately, and unlike the front of the door, which had a female face on the reverse side, and the male arm protectively hid it underneath. This spell is not very rare in the Seventy-Seven Islands - one of the countless nasty jokes of the undead about the living, the face and arms belong to a man and a woman, who have committed an unpardonable sin for their love for each other, and as punishment, they can touch each other's faces, but never see their lovers, and to open it, or force them to do something, you need to hurt one of them mercilessly- Other than that, they only lie and blame, and if the lich did do what the male face said, it would get nothing but scorn and contempt.

When the lich walked to the door, even the sobs as thin as a hair were gone, and the former undead danced his fingers and picked up the broken runes from the ground, this rune was carved with a monitor lizard, and anyone who entered the room without the permission of the owner would be sniped by acid, of course, it had lost its original effectiveness, the lich casually threw it against the wall, and suddenly an old face appeared on the wall, and it excitedly swallowed the fragments of the rune into its throat that did not know where it existed, and the quiet room was suddenly filled with whispering sounds, men and women, old people and children, and the lich opened his right handThe whole room suddenly squirmed like a stomach pouch, and the caster listened intently, and at a point so subtle that it was almost impossible to catch another spell whistling from his left hand - ice and snow covered every part of the room in a flash, and the head and neck that hung from the top of the surface were fused and separated, and they even looked a little ridiculous, like a strangely shaped inverted lampholder.

Even the male arms behind the door reached out towards where the lich was, and the women's faces were full of greed, their tongues spitting out, and the frost condensed into tiny ice crystals on them, which looked unmatched in their delicacy and coordination.

Now that the lich finally has a room of his own, he slowly returns the Soul Gems to the Dimensional Bag - no one would be foolish enough to feed the Invokers in the Entropy Ship with Soul Gems, they are very important currency and food, and in the abyss, they may be exchanged for a precious life or a chance for promotion in the abyss.

The entropy ships drift down the Weeping River, a very peculiar way of sailing, they are like bugs in a multi-layered cake, going down vertically in an invisible pipe, above the bottomless abyss, the level has distinct and more characteristics of the main matter plane, like a red desert illuminated by the scorching red sun, or a steel plain illuminated by gray moonlight, or rolling snowy hills, with an unpleasant-looking brown river flowing in between.

The Lich had only heard of the Bottomless Abyss and the Nine Layers of Hell colliding and having to merge into one for unknown reasons, and here they could also detect the traces left behind by the catastrophe, whether it was a stone tower that stood or collapsed like a spike in the desert, or a huge white bone in a brown river, or a mud-like monster like a large worm on the steel plains, and the further down it went, the worse this unbearable situation became, and the devil's life must be a little more difficult than that of the demons who were accustomed to chaos, the lich thought。

The realm of Grazt, the prince of Udark, was on the forty-fifth, forty-sixth, and forty-seventh floors. By the time you entered the forty-fifth floor, the number of "guests" on the Entropy Ship had been reduced to one-third, and the rest were summoned, "This is the privilege that the Prince of Edark has given you," Ferrek Hill said, not mentioning the unfortunate ghosts who had been absorbed by the Entropy Ship, "This will be your place of glory." She glanced at the eternally churning river of bitterness, and her words were full of emotion: "You will get here everything you want, a long life, a young body, a beautiful countenance, a powerful spell, a purse that will never be wanted...... You can resurrect the people you want to resurrect as you wish, or let your enemies sink forever in a maggot-filled mire, people will cheer for you, and you will even be honored by the demons, and you will have everything you could never have imagined, if only your bravery and wisdom can be approved by the prince of the dark, and these things, you will find, are as simple as that......" As long as you can survive the bloody battles day and night, like demons and demons, there will inevitably be a group of people who will be promoted after the bloody battles, and if the alien races can win the favor of Grazt, the prince of the dark can also become extremely generous.

The forty-fifth layer is forever shrouded in low clouds, and the rain is continuous, the only difference is that it is soft or violent, when they become violent, the rain is like an arrow that can penetrate the flesh and blood, and when they are soft, you can't see the sunlight or anything beyond your arms, the ground is covered with a thick layer of long grass, the edge of this grass is as sharp as a blade, and you can easily cut through the leather armor, there are no animals running in the gray wilderness, no birds flying, only small insects can survive in it, and the insects that can bite through the blades of this grass will immediately burrow into it as soon as they fall on the arms of the living, burrowing into the bones and internal organs.

The forty-sixth floor, much quieter than the forty-fifth floor, was peculiarly that its light shone from the ground to the sky, and the shadows of everything were upward, like black pillars connecting heaven and earth, and in these pillars, undead creatures and ghosts shuttled back and forth, and a considerable part of Grazt's army was stationed here.

The forty-seventh layer, one of Grazt's favorite layers, has sunlight, the source is a cobalt blue like the depths of the sea, beautiful and palpitating, the ground is flowing with flames and lava, the flames are indigo, and the lava is gray-purple, when you reach out and touch them, you will be instantly frozen - yes, the flames and lava are cold, and the damage caused is dozens of times more serious than the ice and snow of the main material plane.

Zerata, on the other hand, is a huge city that runs through three levels, and the city is inhabited by the subjects of Grazt, and it is said that although each room of Zerata is open on three levels, the interior can lead to every part of the bottomless abyss (and now it may even include the nine layers of hell).

Three of them (the black-haired Dragonborn were irrefutably included) were the last to leave the entropy ship, and the other "guests" were taken down by the demons with whom they had made a contract, and Ferrek Hill took the three men and stepped on a large, dragon-like flying demon with a hundred slender feet, and then transparent wings grew from the feet, and when it flew up, it was swift and steady, and there was a small episode in the process, that is, she expressed her willingness to carry the black-haired guest forward- She assured that her arms would be warm and firm, and that she would be able to avoid the wind, a thought she had to dismiss after being whipped by Ferrek Hill's tail.

The cardinal, the one who was cast out by the lich, provoked an ambiguous smile. But before the lich could turn his head, he hid his face in his hood, sparing a good reason for the lich to drop him directly.

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"This is the Bunky Fortress. ”

Afra said, looking out at the white fortress, and Adel beside her had a wistful look in her eyes.

"As the master of Crefa," said the leader of the Dragon's Teeth, "it seems wrong to deign to meet a mortal. ”

"But I don't want more unrelated people to set foot on Crefa. Afra said coldly.