"Is this the Hell?"

Atlance couldn't help but be a little amazed as he looked at the scene in front of him.

The meandering river, the trees covered with autumn leaves, the dull and reddish sky, and the sound of running water made him feel a little comfortable. The scenery of the Hellscape is very different from that of the continent of Ostia, and the main color is also a little more gloomy.

Rusha flew out of Artevans' back, transformed into a humanoid form, and looked around. After a moment, she said with conviction, 'Yerland, wild.'

"Yerland, is that the name of the place we're in right now?" Atfans picks up a falling autumn leaf and holds it in the palm of his hand to watch.

"Yes." Rusha said, but suddenly frowned, "Lord Artevans."

"I feel it, come here." Artevans sensed the aura approaching before Russa, and noticing that the leaves on each tree were thick, jumped onto the tree, and Rusa immediately turned back into her body and wrapped around Atelvans.

Shortly after Artevans and Rusa hid, several humanoids with blue flames floated to the left of the tree he was on. On the right, there is just a beautiful man riding a skeleton horse.

Looking at the long brown hair with a ponytail and the fair and upright face, if Artevans didn't look closely, he might even think that it was a woman.

Judging by the looks on both sides, they don't seem to be of the same race.

The eyes of the humanoids glowing with blue flames were only points of light, not pupils. The man on the other side, Artevans, noticed that his eyes were the same as those of Rusa. Of course, the main reason for judging whether the two sides are of the same race is because Artevans feels different energy systems from the two sides.

"Blue Fire, Necromancy. On the other side, the Dvogars.' At this moment, Rusa, who had turned back into her body and wrapped around Atvance's body, whispered in Atvance's ear.

"Dvoga?" Artevans had no doubts about the Necromancy, but he did have some doubts about the name Dvoga.

"Demon Commander." Rusa replied.

The commander of the demons...... Artevans could feel the intensity of energy in the man known as Dvoga in no way inferior to his own. It seems that the strong people of the demon clan seem to be much stronger than the people of the magician church.

"Dvoga, our king invites you to meet in his lair in two days." The two sides stood facing each other for a while, and the necromancer led by them made a strange sound.

"Let the guests come here in person, is this how your king invites the guests?" It's unheard of, but I'll accept it." Dvoga replied very gentlemanly, but with a cold smile.

"If nothing else, I'll take my leave." Dvoga said this, not wanting to stay any longer, and turned the skeleton horse around and left.

"Hiss...... I hope you demons can give our king a satisfactory answer." The necromancer at the head seemed to be laughing.

"yes, then you really should be expecting it." Dvoga left without looking back.

Despite the elegance of his voice, Artevans could not feel a trace of emotion in Dvoga's tone. The negotiation process between the two sides is more like a hostile relationship.

The necromancer on the other side also left after Dvoga left, but Artevans was in no hurry to come down from the tree.

"Can you explain to me the situation in Hell? Also, I don't really like you talking in my ear.'" Artevans, who is full of unknowns about the Underworld, can only get some information about the Underworld from Aruba, who is a nightmare, so that he can plan for the future.

"I'm sorry." Rusha immediately left Atvance's body and took on a human form and sat on a nearby branch.

"Hell, two races, fight." Seeing that Artevans couldn't wait to find out about the Hell, Rusha began to speak.

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A moment later.

"I understand the general situation." Atfans nodded in satisfaction.

Unlike the continent of Ostia, which is at the top of the world's main plane, the Hell, as the name suggests, is forever under a blood-red sky, with some black smoke wafting from the sky.

Due to the fact that it is a derivative plane, the Hell is not particularly large, and can be roughly divided into three parts. The Sriel Zone, which is occupied and controlled by the Necromans, the Dimore Zone, which is controlled by the Demons, and the Neutral Zone, which is located between the two races, Yelan.

The whole Hell is a sphere, with Trier and Dimmor at the poles of the sphere and Yelan in the middle.

It was the ancestors of the demons who opened up the Dark Hell, but a few years ago, the Necromantic Clan, who originally lived in the underworld, suddenly appeared in the Dark Prison and seized the territory of the original Demon Race.

Due to the defeat of the demons in several key battles, it also led to the fact that in the end, the territory of the demons was occupied more and more, so they had to retreat to Dimor. But if it weren't for the fact that there were still certain strong people in the demon race, I am afraid that the demon race would be on the verge of extinction now.

"In that case, we can only go to Dimor." Artevans said silently as he looked in the direction Dvoga had left.

Since the demons and the necrons are in a hostile state, Artevans can only go to Dimor, but the current situation of the demons makes Artevans unhappy. Not by blood, but by interest.

Atlvans and Rusa were walking along the creek in the direction of Dimore.

"Why did the demons who rule the entire Hell fall into such a situation?" Atfans was a little curious.

"There are too few strong people, and the combat power is insufficient." There seemed to be some helplessness in Ai Rusha's tone.

(Isn't there a lack of strong people in the demons?) Or is the Necrons too powerful? ）

"So the defeat of the demons is the reason why you left the Hell?" Hearing Rusa speak, she could already say more words before pausing at once, and Artevans was satisfied, so she continued to ask.

Ai Rusha nodded, and shook her head again, "The bottom of the demon race, the same race is discriminatory."

Even though Rusa couldn't tell it on the surface, no matter what her mood was, Artevans could still see a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

As early as a few years ago, Artevans heard from Siya that the class distinction of the demon race is very obvious, not only in the status of the clan, but even between different types of demons.

Under the same clan status, the classes between the demons from high to low are black demons, earth demons, ice demons, fire demons, phantom demons, and nightmares.

And Ai Rusha, as a nightmare, is the lowest level of the demon race. Not only that, but Rusha is also discriminated against by her peers because she has a magic core that Nightmare shouldn't have.

But the only benefit of having a demon core is that in the face of the undead clan's occasional provocations, Rusha can transform into a human form, and also avoid being caught by the higher-ups to gather information because of her nightmare identity.

Rusha has lost count of how many of her own kind were captured and sent to investigate the interior of the Necromantic Clan, only to be discovered and executed without the Demon Clan's higher-ups paying attention.

It can be said that if it weren't for Artevans' insistence on coming to the Underworld, Aruba would probably never have returned to the Underworld. But if it weren't for Artevans, Rusha would have been taken away by the Divine Heirs long ago.

"You seem to be a little resistant to coming back here." Seeing that Rusha was silent, Artevans tried to bring up some topics.

"Lord Artevans wanted to come, so he followed." Rusha shook her head and looked straight at Artevans.

"But your eyes have betrayed you, or I've been too focused on my own wishes, and I'm here to apologize to you." Artevans walked around to Rusa and bowed his head to her.

"No, Lord Artevans, I'm willing......" Rusa looked a little flustered as Artevans bowed to herself. But I didn't know how to express it, so I stood still. This look looked particularly interesting in the eyes of Artevans.

"In my memory, this is the first time you've claimed to have claimed it, and it's also the first time you've had such a big mood swing."

Artevans looked up and smiled, "If you created this face yourself, then your aesthetic taste is not bad, this appearance is really exquisite, a little more beautiful than many women I have ever seen."

"Please don't, teasing...... Me.'" When Rusha heard this, she looked away, her cheeks twitching slightly because she didn't know what expression to make.

"This is not a joke, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart." Atfans looked at Rusa's expression, he must have made her feel better.

After spending some time together, Artevans also felt that the way he got along with Rusa was very comfortable.

"I can't promise you to live freely, but I can promise you at least one thing." Atvance straightened his face, turned around, and said, "No matter who you are, I won't discriminate against you anymore."

Half from the heart, half from the heart, half to make Rusha more loyal. It's just that Artevans will not promise easily, and Artevans will definitely do what he says.

"Let's go, let's keep going." Artevans said, and continued on his way.

Rusha, who was still stunned by Artfans' promise just now, suddenly came back to her senses, whispered "um", and followed Artevans and continued to walk forward.

As a neutral zone, Yelan also has a certain size. But the two didn't waste much time on the road, and they didn't have the desire to stop and enjoy the scenery. It was only a moment before Artevans and Evausa arrived at the border crossing of Dimor.

Unwilling to reveal her nightmare identity, Rusa has been walking beside Atvance in human form while hiding her aura.

"I probably understand one of the reasons why the demons have been defeated and retreated." Artevans looked at the demon soldiers stationed at the Dimore border and sighed helplessly.

The demon soldiers stationed there barely had any spirit, and from their faces, Artevans could see timidity and fear. Shaking his head, Artevans walked with Rusha to the border gate.

"Stop, your eyes don't look like they belong to demons, who the hell are you!" Just as Artevans and Rusa were about to pass through the pass, the soldiers stationed there suddenly stopped them.