Everything was different from what Doom had planned.

His machine succeeded in helping him break through the barriers of space, but it didn't carry him straight to the underworld like a magical pumpkin carriage. For the first few hours his consciousness was on the verge of dissipation, and he felt like a speck of dust in an exhaust fan, his soul being pulled out of his body uncontrollably.

Then he felt as if his consciousness had been accelerated to the speed of light. He screamed and was launched out of his universe, but didn't make it straight to the station. For a moment there was a frantically flashing of colorful lights around him, reminiscent of a nightclub in Hell's Kitchen in New York; After a moment he was plunged into darkness again, and the whole space was so silent that it was palpitating, and the chaos that could not be seen churned around him; There was a moment when he felt as if he was stuck in some two-dimensional space, he felt as if he had become part of some flat flat plane, it felt like a cartoon character, even weirdly funny......

It was an infinite dimension and space, and he was trying to find his mother's whereabouts from all these worlds, like catching a drop of rain that fell into the sea.

His soul kept moving at a speed beyond comprehension, like an unstoppable bullet piercing through space after space. He felt as if he had been wandering through the vastness and depth of the world for weeks before finally arriving at the place where he had set out.

Hell.

Doom landed on the jagged brown-red rocks, and in front of him stood what looked like the gates of Hades. Flames that never stop bursting out of every crevice of the rock, burning vigorously, as if they had no temperature.

Doom's eyes narrowed, and he began to walk down the rocky path.

As he reached the middle of the gate, a black mass crawled out of either side of the path. They clinged to the rocks and climbed to the middle of the road to meet, where they mingled in front of Doom. The thing slowly rose from the ground in a twisted shape, gradually transforming into a standing entity.

It looks like a reptile. In just a few seconds, it had grown to the size of a lion. It has wolf-like fangs, a diamond-shaped pattern several meters long on its back, and its paws are constantly gouging on the dry reddish-brown ground, and it looks ready to go.

"Looks like you're the janitor."

Doom snorted heavily. He quickly formed a magic seal with both hands, and chanted a long series of incantations, and the gray-green light conjured a long magic sword in the palm of his hand, and the blade of the sword stretched out like a flame, and the tip of the sword pointed at the hell beast.

It was the basic spell recorded in the dark magic books left to him by his Gypsy mother, and the weapons were forged to attack or defend against them, and even the evil spirits of hell could be injured.

The creatures of hell roared demonstratively, baring their lion's teeth and charging at them. Doom struggled to dodge his bite and slashed at it with all his might.

But the beast was also very clever. It shrank away from Doom's sword, then opened its mouth and spat out long pillars of fire. A smell like an open oven came to my face, and a strong flame spewed straight at Doom. This time it wasn't without temperature, it was terrifyingly hot.

Doom jumped away, the flames blasting a hole in the rock at his feet. He roared, desperately slashing at the monster's neck with his sword. The blade of the magic sword sliced through the monster's neck, and black blood spurted from the wound.

The monster yelled in annoyance, and it turned around and slammed its head into Doom. Unfazed, Doom stepped forward and put his sword into the monster's mouth. At the same moment, the monster spat out flames again.

Flames passed through half of his body, not to the flesh but to the soul itself. Doom was on fire, but he gritted his teeth and held on, struggling to unleash the blade with near-stubborn perseverance. The magic sword stabbed deep into the monster's throat, piercing through the back of its neck. The hellish creature groaned muttered muttered with a long sword in its throat, and its entire body unwillingly turned back into the black mass, and disintegrated with a "bang".

Doom was half-kneeling on the icy rock, panting heavily.

The sword gradually turned back into mana fluctuations and dissipated from his hands, and he was exhausted, his whole body was burned by the flames, and it felt like he had been fighting with someone for a week. But he knew he couldn't rest on that yet. He used his will to force himself to get back to his feet, dragging his tired body forward.

The reddish-brown rocks formed a suspended corridor in front of him, and Dom walked along the corridor for what seemed like a few kilometers, and finally heard the voice that haunted him.

"Victor?"

He looked up in surprise: "Mother? ”

Absolutely, that's his mother, wearing the same robe as he remembers, and even her face is exactly the same as he remembers, and she hasn't aged at all. She was kept like a bird in a black cage that hung above what appeared to be hundreds of meters above his head.

His mother, Cynthia von Dum, clutched the bars of the cage with both hands, and instead of being happy, she let out a desperate cry when she saw her son. She yelled, "Victor? Oh my God, this can't be...... Not here...... How could you be here? ”

"I'm here to save you, Mother." Doom climbed up the rock, "Hold on. ”

"Nope! You can't come here, kid! Run away, forget me, and ...... it before it ."

Too late. The thing that terrified Cynthia so much had arrived.

Icy flames swept in like a whirlwind, forming a funnel-shaped tornado on the stone steps on which Doom stood. The massive red giant gradually appeared in the dancing flame storm, poking out a huge red face, and his yellow eyes looked at Dom with undisguised disdain.

Mephisto, the demon of mana and the ruler of hell. He was drawn to the breath of the living that Doom had brought to hell.

The moment that face appeared, an overwhelming power enveloped everything. Red thunderbolts continued to shoot down from the invisible sky, and the rumbling thunder seemed to cheer him on.

"Cynthia," he said in a heavy, terrible voice, "the filthy little one...... You couldn't have bred it, right? ”

"My monarch, have mercy on you, and I beg you to ......," Cynthia wept silently.

Doom resisted the suffocating coercion and stubbornly raised his head: "I'm here to save my mother out." No one can stop me. ”

Mephisto glanced at him contemptuously, then burst out laughing, laughter drowned out the thunder echoing under the endless red dome.

"Good, good, Cynthia, you've got a funny little thing."

He chuckled deeply. Mass after mass of darkness crawled out of the cracks in the rock, and one after another molded into strange forms in front of Doom. There are mutated lion-like creeping creatures, standing creatures with fangs and claws, and even winged creatures that look like vampires in hell.

There were eight infernal creatures that surrounded Doom in the middle. And just now it took all his strength to kill only one of them, and he hasn't even slowed down yet.

Looks like that's the end of it.

But Doom was still not afraid. He formed the Dharma seal, and the gray-green fluctuations gathered in his palm like surging water. His eyes sparkled like a warrior determined to die.

The monsters let out a low roar. The first monster moved, a canine-like reptile, its whole body puffed up and slammed into it, its open mouth stenching with salty moisture.

But it couldn't bite Doom after all.

Its body was hit by a fire-colored beam that fell from the sky in the middle of the way, and it was shattered before it could scream.

Doom was stunned. He looked up in the direction where the beam of light fell, and he saw the black-gold armor hanging high in the air, his arms staggered, and the golden circle in his palms, and his unstoppable momentum cut through the oppression of the Hell Lord like a dagger, as if even the weight of the air was lighter by three points.