The immense, far limit of human acceptance, flowed into Muhadi's mind. There were too many! His remnant instinct resisted, and his brain became extremely sluggish, and even his soul itself trembled violently, as if it was about to be crushed by this massive amount of information.

When an ordinary person encounters such a situation, the severe pain may cause them to faint immediately. But the Psychic Warlock had his pain removed, so he held out a little longer. It wasn't until the time of three heartbeats had passed that Muhadi finally retreated in the face of the infinite stack of sensory information. The qiē in front of me suddenly turned into countless chaotic color blocks, and the ringing in my ears became a thousand noises that were disorderly. Taste, touch, sight and sound are intertwined and indistinguishable, like a postmodern abstract painting, where chaos is its only subject. The Psychic Warlock lost consciousness.

Then the dream dominated a qiē.

He fell from one piece of nothingness to another, as if many years had passed.

You're lying to yourself, and Nothingness says to him, you know very well what awaits you at the end of this journey.

"I don't know. Mohathir said. "You don't know. ”

You think that the wise men will be able to dispel your doubts and prove that your true name is different from that of the Primordial Warlock, and that you are a different person. But you are wrong, the wise men will only tell you a real name, it will only prove that you are Rajat now, and it will only make your greatest fears come true.

"Fear is like the wind, the wind passes without a trace, and I still stand. The Psychic Warlock said. "I'm not afraid of anything, I'm not afraid. ”

If you really don't have fear, you're no longer a whole person, the void mocked. The id, the ego, the me, this is the basic ingredient of a person's spirit, and the person who does not have the self is still himself? You want to prove that you are not Rajat, but you ignore that you are not yourself for a long time.

"Shut up. Muhathir said.

The Void fell silent for a moment, but the fall did not stop.

Strange spectacles emerge from nothingness, some of which seem to come out of the most terrifying and darkest myths, and the gigantic flesh monsters are ready to move, ready to choose and devour them. Some of the scenes seemed to come from the memories of the Psychman, as some of them resembled Earth, only as if they had been twisted and distorted. At first glance, the earth city is extremely familiar, but the details are extremely unfamiliar.

The tall buildings are not like they are made of bricks and stones, but more like giant creatures that grow out of the ground. The clouds in the sky were red, like blood. If you look closely, you will see countless pairs of eyes in the clouds, staring at the earth without a trace of emotion.

There are also scenes where Muhathir is clearly aware of memories that do not belong to him, but are more like Rajat's memories. He saw Atas before the Battle of Purification, the lush forests were endless, and all kinds of unknown beasts roosted and multiplied in the forests. He also saw that Rajat traveled the world and finally chose to conduct secret research in a barren swamp. In this swamp, Rajath manifests certain languages, gestures, and materials that combine to lure magical phenomena that are difficult to explain. After another two hundred years, Rajat finally developed the first magical effect that could be repeated over and over again, which he named magic.

Rajat had lived hundreds, if not thousands, before he developed magic, Muhadi thought. The primordial warlock must have been a powerful psionic before the Ming magic.

Eventually, both the imagined scenes and the images in the memories fade away, leaving only fragments of the future. But it was as if a wall had been erected in the void to cover the future. Through the cracks in the walls, the dark and bloody future reveals its ugly corner, and the shadow of jihad is everywhere. Countless atrocities will lash the multiverse in the name of Muhadi, and blood will fill every page of the history books.

The Void spoke again, and at the end of the Purification War, Rajat used his magic to travel through the multiverse, signing contracts with the gods and non-gods, and the Lady of Grace in exchange for their help, what do you think it was for?

The Primordial Warlock had long seen the destruction of the Purification War on the ecology of Atas, and he had never intended to be trapped on a dying planet. At that time, he intended to extend his holy crusade to other worlds. It was for this reason that he signed up with these factions in Seal City.

Polis and the rest of his apprentices betrayed the Primordial Warlock, interrupting his plans. But thousands of years later, you started another holy war, extended the war to other worlds, and even found the allies he had found? Do you really think that a qiē is a coincidence? Or is it that a qiē is running on a predetermined trajectory?

"Even if the means are the same, they don't represent anything. Muhathir said, as if trying to convince himself.

A huge human face conjured up in the void, hideous and ugly, and Muhadi recognized it as the face of the primordial warlock Rajat. The lips are thin, the corners of the mouth are hooked upwards, and there seems to be a sarcastic smile. His eyes were filled with the wisdom and strength that had been precipitated over time. Finally, he spoke.

Really?

The face shook violently, then deformed, revealing Muhadi's own face. The two faces alternated, changing faster and faster, until they finally became indistinguishable from each other.

The Psychic Warlock wakes up from a nightmare.

The floor was made of broken bones and gravel, warm and smelled of decay. This is the second level of Bato's Hell, Dies, and this is where he passed out earlier.

The Psychic Warlock sat up from the ground, pondering what that meant. Does this mean that he didn't have illusions, or is Nibennay's magic too powerful to break free with this method?

"Aisha. Muhadi shouted, wishing to hear the female psychic man's opinion.

No one responded.

The Psychic Warlock looked around, and now he was alone in the cave, and there was no trace of Aisha.

He jerked himself up and walked to the entrance of the cave to look. The outside world was covered with the bloody, greasy acid rain that was characteristic of Bato, and it was a haze, and the rain washed away all the traces that could be left behind, and Muhadi could not see any footprints.

Where did she go? The Psychic had no clue. Aisha is a measured person and will not leave for no reason, especially if she is not able to manifest herself normally.

Muhadi hurriedly turned his head and looked inside the cave. The ground is too hard and there are no trackable footprints. The cave is not deep, and there is no place for a man to hide.

The Psychic thought about it and decided to stay here and wait for the female Psychic to return. She's definitely going to be back, and it's obviously not a good idea to hang out alone in the strange and dangerous Bato.

Muhadi sat cross-legged on the ground and pondered his situation. An adventure to Bato's Nine Prisons had been planned for a long time, but he didn't expect to come to Bato in such a strange way. Although he expected that the Witch King Niben Nai and Polis would hinder this adventure, it was indeed surprising that they were able to do such a thing.

Nibennay had manipulated the illusion, so what was Polis doing? Was he already trying to rescue the wise men?

Probably not, Muhati thought, otherwise Polis would have done it to himself.

As far as the psychic knows, the wise men were imprisoned by Mephistopheles Felis, the lord of the eighth layer of Bato's prison. The latter is a powerful Barthez devil with crimson skin, twisted sharp horns, and surrounded by flames. He sees the wise men as his secret weapon, and uses his real name against his opponents. There is no doubt that Mephistopheles would not be willing to be borrowed from the wise men, and the devils are suspicious fellows. Polis wanted to reach out to the wise men unless he killed Mephistopheles first. But killing a Devil Lord in Bartow is much more difficult than killing a few false gods who have descended on the Lord's material plane.

The place where he is the second level of Bato, and he doesn't know much about this place, except that the lord here seems to be a guy named Iron Grand Duke Dispat, but he can't be sure. The psyker's study of the realms is far inferior to that of the mages.

The ground shook slightly.

The Psychic Warlock quickly stood up, concentrating, and then he realized that he couldn't show any abilities at all.

The shaking of the ground proved to be caused by the sound of footsteps, and a rough judgment showed that not only were there many people, but also much larger than normal humans.

Muhadi had only one dagger on his body as a weapon, and he was not even sure if it could pierce the devil's skin.

What to do, thought the psychic mancer, there must be a way.

He looked out of the hole in the walkway, and there was a vague shadow in the distance, heading towards it. The heavy rain slowed them down, but the five figures didn't seem to care about the danger caused by the acid rain, they were the natives of Barto, the Baduz Demon.

Apparently the demons had also noticed the Psychic Warlock, as they quickened their pace. Muhadi had no time to regret that he had no stealth skills, and there was no time left for him to hesitate at the moment, so he could only rush out of the hole.

The Psychic Warlock shielded himself from the acid rain with his cloak and turban, but the rain still took a toll on the skin of his bare hands. Although he felt no pain, his skin was corroded and blistered, rolling up, weakening his strength.

The gravel on the ground was corroded by acid rain and became crunchy, and you had to walk with extra care. The Butterz devils let out a terrible howl and chased after them.

Muhadi walked towards the top of the mountain, the ground was steep, which slowed him down and reminded him of an idea.

The Psychic Warlock climbed to a high place, where there were many crunchy gravel and the downpour of acid rain pooled into streams on the ground, outlining shallow gullies. There was a large rock underneath a rock that had been almost hollowed out by a stream formed by acid rain, and Muhadi walked behind the stone and pushed it hard.

The stone is heavy, but the strength of the psychic is not small. Muhati gritted his teeth and finally pushed the boulder when the five Barthez devils were only a few dozen feet away from him.

The crunchy ground, which had long been corroded by acid rain, immediately exploded into a large-scale mudslide. The acid water rushed down with mud, sand, stones, and broken bones. Since Bartow's gravity seems to be slightly higher than normal, the mudslide looks particularly impressive.

The five Devil Chasers were just covered by the area of influence of the mudslide due to their location below. Three small demons were tumbled towards the bottom of the mountain, one of the Hellpurgator stopped slightly, and the other cast a spell to shield himself. The mudslide did little harm to the two big guys.

"Let me be lonely and unaware that the Lord Material Plane Baggy has such hospitality etiquette - to cause a mudslide!" said one of the Hellpurgators, his voice rumbling like a giant beast. Behind him, a pair of huge bat wings spread loosely, making him even more huge.

"Hmm. The spell-casting Hellpurgatory said simply. Muhati now knows this guy himself, isn't he the one who has fallen out of favor, the devil mage, "um".

Seeing that the other party did not seem to be ready to fight, Muhathir spoke. "What do you mean by coming?"

"Obviously not going to eat you, so you can put your dagger back, it won't hurt us. The first Hellpurgatory said.

"Trust me, you don't want to see how much damage I can do. The psychic shrugged and thrust the dagger back into its scabbard. "You should remember who I am, right?" he said to "um".

"Hmm. The Devil Mage said. "I remember seeing you once in the fortress of the undead, but I didn't know who you were and didn't care. ”

"What?" Mouhathir was puzzled. "Aren't you one of the Lady of Grace, haven't you seen me before you enter the fortress of the undead?"

"I'm playing for a fall from grace, yes. But I've never known you were such a personal saver before. The devil mage replied simply.

"Then how did you end up in the fortress of the undead?" questioned the Psychic Warlock.

"The undead and the devil are inherently at odds, what's so strange about me going to deal with them?" replied "um". And the lady who has fallen out of favor thinks that Silent Wan has been a little too lenient lately. ”

"And you're teleported here?Barto?" asked the Psychic again.

"I came out of the fort and came to Bato. The devil mage replied, and it was not in his tone that he was lying or telling the truth.

"Then why did you come here to find me?" Mohamad continued.

"A human woman has found us," said the first Hellpurgatory. "She's a psyker, she's crazy, and thinks like you think that my fellow mages should know herself. But when she realized her madness, she changed her mind and said that she hired us, and we accepted, so that's it!"

He was referring to Aisha, Muhadi thought. "What about the woman you are talking about?"

"She's not like us, she needs to walk here on her feet, and since she knows your exact location, she's naturally teleported, why haven't you seen it?" said the Hellpurator, like a thousand leaky organs.

Guarded, the Psychic Warlock returned to the cave where he had been hiding earlier, along with the Barthez demons.

The female psychic was indeed here, and she was visibly relieved to see Muhati appear. "Thank God, you're here! I almost thought something had happened to you!"

"Where have you been, what have you been?" Muhadi had never looked forward to seeing a familiar face as he did now, and he gave Aisha a tight hug before asking.

"I woke up before you. "Then I heard something unusual going outside, some scavenging monsters roaming around, and I had to deal with them. And you are strangely burning and shaking, as if you have some strange disease......"

"I just had a nightmare. Muhadi explained.

“...... That really scared the hell out of me, so I had to take the plunge and try to find a devilish settlement here, hire some mercenaries, and maybe buy some medicine. I know it's risky, but maybe it works, the devil is not like demons, they respect contracts. Aisha said with a sigh of relief.

"These demons are walking faster than I am, and after leading them down the mountain, and after pointing them in the direction, I took some time to teleport myself back to this cave with my psionic powers, but you are no longer there. The Psychomancer continued, and Muhadi could tell her concern in her tone.

"I saw Butez the Devil walking in front of me and thought it was dangerous, so I left the cave. Muhathir said. "I see, that's why I missed it. ”

"Hmm. Aisha nodded. "But now you're fine. The way you pass out is really scary. ”

"I'm fine, it's just a nightmare. Muhathir insisted again. "Did you find out anything from the devil about this place, and how we can travel between the Nine Hells?"

"If this qiē isn't an illusion...... Aisha said. “...... We are in the second layer of Bathor, where the lord of the Iron Lord Dispar and the lord of the eighth layer, Mephistopheles, are allies. It was easy to get around with a portal. However, the devil is in turmoil, and Disparter is at war with Bayer, the lord of the first layer, and Balzebu, the lord of the seventh layer, so no one can use the portal to leave unless they have permission, lest any spies leak information. ”

Makes sense, Mohamad thought. "As I said earlier, I would like to sue you for something important. He took Aisha to his side and walked into the cave. The devils didn't follow, but stayed outside the cave and enjoyed the acid rain. Well, the Psychic doesn't want anyone to know his secrets.

Aisha unleashes an ability to isolate the magic of detection. She looked nervous, and Muhathir didn't know why.

"I want to tell you why Niben Nai may know me so well. Muhadi spoke, and the telemancer looked a little disappointed, as if this was not what she had intended to hear. "My body...... In fact, it doesn't belong to me, I grabbed it. He was originally one of Nibennay's apprentices. ”

Aisha swept away her disappointment and listened to the telemancer continue. Concern naturally flowed from her eyes.

"I'm not from this world. Muhati said with a deep breath. "Actually, not even the people of this multiverse. You can call me the Traveler. ”

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