Biante had insomnia.

After Rusa left, Biante went back to his room, where he lay in bed thinking about what to say, and spent the whole night tossing and turning in bed, unable to make the decision he thought was appropriate or to sleep.

Before you know it, it's already dawn.

Staring out the window at the rising sun, Pointe was still in deep thought, not the slightest sleepiness, not even the slightest tiredness.

(Although this is obviously a trap, if the other party can really keep his promise, Gofei may be saved, should I try it......?) ）

Accepting Artevis' invitation, or giving up this one chance that could be the only chance to save Gofedor, about this, Biante had been thinking about all night.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When the sun was fully rising outside the window, Pointe seemed to have made a decision.

Paiante got out of bed, took pen and paper from the table, and left a note for Sorin.

After that, he went to the closet, took out a leather armor, and put it on his body.

This leather armor had been handmade for Piante by Gofeidor a year earlier, using the skin of a tough and rare dragon. The overall color of the leather armor is black, with a slight green trim, which can refract a faint green glow like emerald when illuminated by the sun. Not only does it have defensive performance that is not inferior to heavy armor, but it also has excellent resistance to spells.

After changing his clothes, Biant didn't forget to bring the scythe that Gofidor gave him during the demon invasion.

With everything ready, Piante left the room.

As he passed the door to Thorin's room, Piant slowed down, walked softly, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Thorin, I'm afraid I'm going to worry you again this time......

Immediately, he left the castle without any further stops.

However, just after Pointe left the castle, Gerst appeared at the gate. Gerst couldn't help frowning as he stared at Paiante's distant back, but then he relaxed, "If this is a deliberate decision you've made, then all I can do is pray for you, Mr. Piant."

"Mr. Gerst, why don't you stop him, you know that he may be lucky enough to go." The ghost named Kawasheng, who was floating behind Gust, asked puzzled.

"The look on his face proves that he was not impulsive, but had been considered for a long time. Although I don't really approve of the decision made to him, I have no right or interest in interfering with other people's choices, and if this is really what he wants, then I can only respect his choice." Gust sighed silently and responded.

"Boy, don't you really need to tell that woman named Soreen about this?" Another revenant flew out of Gerst's body, this time the old scholar.

"No, Miss Thorin should find out soon." As she spoke, Gerst saw that Pointe had disappeared from his sight. He shook his head helplessly, and turned back to the castle.

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In front of the mountains in the western part of the Southern Continent.

After leaving the city of Phochester, Biante headed west as fast as he could, and finally came here.

At this time, Piante appeared in front of a huge tent that had been improvised but was not at all rudimentary. A black mist surrounded the tent, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that the tent was absolutely unapproachable.

However, Paante walked towards the tent, as he could sense a powerful dark force emanating from the tent, and even seemed to lure him.

This tent is actually a makeshift base set up here by Artevans, or more precisely, it was prepared by Artevans to "welcome" the arrival of Pointe.

Biante walked up to the tent door, and the tent door opened automatically. Rusha walked out from behind the door, looked at Paiante, nodded politely, and made a "please" gesture to Mr. Paiante, "Lord Artevans has been waiting for a long time, please come in."

Biante looked at the space behind Rusha that seemed to be distorted, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and his palms were sweaty.

However, now that he was here, Biante didn't back down, he took a deep breath and walked into the tent.

Upon entering the tent, Biante's vision suddenly changed, and what he finally saw in front of him was not the interior of a tent, but a place he had never seen before.

The dark red sky with clouds of black and gray floating, the eerie trees covered with slender thorns, the pitch-black earth, and the disgusting smell wafting through the air, this is the Demon Hell.

The tent on the west side of the Southern Continent was nothing more than a portal between the Hellworld and the Southern Continent that Artevans had temporarily opened.

Biante felt a wave of energy behind him, and subconsciously glanced back, only to see that the vortex portal behind him began to shrink and eventually disappear.

This was something that Piante had foreseen, and he hadn't thought much of it since he had walked into the tent, and he had already given it up for the sake of Gofidor.

Just as the portal closed, Paante sensed a powerful aura coming from front of him and turned his gaze back to him.

A cloud of black mist rushed towards Payant, and it seemed to engulf Payant.

Paante subconsciously wanted to transform his shadow into a scythe to resist the black mist, but he soon discovered that he had no shadow in the Hell.

Paiant frowned, and pulled out the scythe hanging from his back and entered the battle state, ready to meet the black mist that was pouring towards him.

However, the black fog stopped about ten meters away from Pointe, and then began to dissipate.

When the black fog completely dissipated, Biante's eyes widened and his expression became a little angry.

Standing in front of Payant were Atfans, Lil, and Rusa, and behind the three of them was a giant incubator in which Gofidor was.

To Paiante's anger, Gofidor was tied up in a large iron virgin, and the executioner Cheman was standing beside Gofidor.

Biante knew Cheman and had heard of Chemman's actions in the eastern part of the Southern Continent, and he didn't know why Cheman was here, but what Pepperant cared about the most at the moment was Gofidor who was tied up in the Iron Maiden.

Looking at the sharp nails on the Iron Maiden's door, Pointe frowned. He took a step forward with the scythe in his hand, glared at Artevans, and said, "I'm here, tell me, what do you want to spare Gofei?"

"First of all, you should be honored to welcome you to the Hell, because you are the first human to be invited to the Hell, not to be captured in the Hell." Dressed as a gentleman, Artevans put his right hand on his chest and bent gently to Paiante.

Immediately, Artevans continued, "I have invited you here for the simple purpose of playing a game with you, and if you can win this game, then I will return Gofedor to you."

"But!" "If you can't win this game, then unfortunately you'll never get to see Gofedor. Well, would you like to take the game?'

"What do you mean?" Instead of replying to Atfans immediately, Biante asked.

"I make a promise to you in the name of the Demon King Artevans." Artevans' expression and tone were very serious, and there was no joke in the slightest, "Of course, if you are not willing to accept this game, then you will be deemed to have given up this only chance, and you will be deemed to have failed in this game. I'll send you back to the Southern Continent, but again, you'll never see Gofedol again."

Soreen once said to Paant, never trust the promises of the enemy, and Piante has always kept this in mind. But at this moment, from the expression of Artevans, Piante suddenly felt that Artevans could be trusted.

After thinking for a moment, Biante made a decision, and opened his mouth slightly, ready to answer for Artevans.

But just as Paante was about to speak, Gofedor suddenly shouted loudly, "Brother Paant, you can't promise him, leave me alone!"

However, as soon as Gofedor finished speaking, his expression became painful, and he immediately let out a miserable scream.

Cheman on the side reopened the bottom door of the iron virgin that he had just closed, looked at the blood on the iron nail, sneered, and said, "Hiss, the prisoner has no right to speak......

Cheman's Iron Maiden has undergone a special transformation to divide the original complete door leaf into six small doors, corresponding to a total of six human body sections below the head, chest and circumference, abdomen and circumference, thighs, calves, and ankles. Each small door leaf can be opened and closed independently, so that Cheman can flexibly choose the part of the body that the nail on the door pierces. And these nails can also manually adjust the depth of the puncture.

The reason why Rodat gave Cheman to Atfans was precisely for this.

Seeing several bloody holes in Gofedor's feet, Biante gritted his teeth, his body trembling with anger, and his left eye turned from green to red.

Looking directly into Piant's left eye, Artevans suddenly felt something strange coming from his body, and he looked at his right hand, and found that the flesh of his right hand began to fall off at a slow rate.

(I see...... ）

Atfans finally understood what Biante's eyes were capable of.

"What's your game?!" Pyante asked sharply.

"A very simple game." Artevans said, snapping his fingers and casting a field around Payant, "Fight my men in this field, and if you can win against her, you'll win the game." Well, it's simple, right......

(End of chapter)