Chapter 196: The Purgatory Corridor of Azebagan

Christina slowly flew towards the demon, and a spiritual power that was dozens of times more majestic and majestic than the strength released by Aaron pressed towards Gerald. Aaron also took the opportunity to order the undead minions to step up their attacks in order to distract the demons.

The spiritual power of the silver dragon poured into his soul from the demon's pupils, and the strength of the majestic power was far from comparable to that of the demon who had run out of oil. Gerald only managed to resist for a short time, before he was completely overwhelmed by the dragon.

Seeing that something big was about to happen, even if he was cautious and had a deep understanding of the city, Aaron's heart couldn't help but beat inexplicably, and his blood surged.

Aaron carefully controlled the spirit seed to pour into the demon's soul along the crack in the dragon's power, and a fiery red soul flame flashed and fluttered in Aaron's mind, which was the original soul of the Purgatory Demon.

A spirit seed suddenly disappeared into the other party's soul flame, and I saw Gerald's soul flame flickering, beating violently in the light and darkness, and it took a while before it gradually calmed down.

"It worked!" a casual smile appeared on Aron's emaciated cheeks, but disappeared in an instant.

"It's over!" said three words, and Aaron sat down on the ground with a sigh of relief.

"Aaron, he's ...... What the hell is going on?" Seeing Gerald's eyes, the look of surrender could already be revealed in his extraordinarily clear eyes. However, the methods used by this mysterious human being, with the knowledge that he has passed down for thousands of years, are unheard of, and how does Christina know that the soul contract used by Aaron was taught by an apostle of a great existence!

The same question could be seen in Jagielka's eyes, Aaron shook his head, and said with a smile: "It's just a skill taught by a friend, not enough to mention!" Between the silver dragon and the tiger man were still skeptical, Aaron interrupted: "By the way, Miss Christina, should you take us to visit your home now?"

Seeing that Aaron changed the topic, Jagielka and Christina naturally knew that Aaron must have something unspeakable, so they didn't continue to ask.

"It's right below the volcano, but the temperature and environment there may not be quite for you, haha!" the dragon laughed.

"There must be a lot of treasure in there, right?" interjected the tiger man.

"Yes, let's see the dragon's treasure too!" Aaron chimed in.

"Treasure...... I'm just coming of age when this guy forcibly took over my lair, and there's any treasure left there!" A hint of embarrassment flashed across Christina's face.

Gerald lay on his back on the ground, the weak flames burning weakly with the sand beneath him, and some small wounds gradually healed in the flames.

Hearing the dragon's words of prevarication, Gerald said disdainfully, "Hmph, your lair really doesn't have any treasures to get hold of except for a few palms of dust. I, Gerald, have never seen a lazier dragon than you, and only you can live in such a filthy lair......"

"You ......" Christina was furious, and was about to teach the demon who had just failed miserably, but was choked by Gerald's next sentence.

"Even the demons of our Azebagan Purgatory are inferior!"

"Azebagan Purgatory, are you the demon of Azebagan Purgatory?" the silver dragon Christina's eyes were filled with disbelief, and she exclaimed, "Azebagan Purgatory has long been sealed by the gods, and even if the Lord of Destruction and the Lord of Destruction personally lift the seal, it is impossible to lift the seal without alarming the gods. How can you Azebagan Purgatory Demons be able to reappear on the continent's main plane?"

Gerald's eyes also showed a hint of surprise, and said, "I didn't expect that your little silver dragon knows a lot of things!"

Arun and Jagielka stood silently, and the attraction of these mythical legends was undoubtedly fatal.

"Azebagan Purgatory was indeed sealed by the gods, and it is no different. Gerald seems to be caught up in the nostalgia of the past, gradually fading......

No one disturbed Gerald's recollections, "In addition to those Azebagan Purgatory Demons who are sealed in the Endless Void, there are at least three places that I know of that there are Purgatory Demons of the Azebagan Clan......"

The Azerbagan clan are the most prominent of the demons of Purgatory.

As early as the ancient mythological period, the demon of Azebagan Purgatory, the ruler of Azebagan, Azsar, once used the artifact 'Destruction Furnace' to forcibly open the space, directly opening a passage to the continental plane from the bottomless abyss. Almost overnight, the Ancient Continent was overrun by these evil and terrifying demons.

If it weren't for the advent of the Great Being, it might not be long before this continent, which had always been in the hands of the gods, would fall into the hands of the servants of the Lord of Destruction.

In the days following the advent of those great beings, countless warriors of Azerbagan, led by King Azsar, frantically besieged the gods who had descended on the ancient continent. Although the warriors of Ezelbagan were ultimately defeated by the combined forces of the gods, Azsar forcibly killed a powerful main god with the artifact 'Forge of Destruction' in his hand. The powerful godhead left behind after the fall of this great being aroused the greed of the gods and demons alike, and the Lord of Destruction took most of the godhead, and the rest was divided between the gods and Azsar.

In the wrath of the gods, Azsar retreated to purgatory with the remnants of Ezebakan and was sealed in the endless void by the gods.

The fallen Lord God was the only one in eons who had not fallen in the War of the Gods, thus earning him the name of the Demon of Azebagan Purgatory.

Hearing that there were still a few places where there might be Azebagan Purgatory Demons, Aaron was secretly happy in his heart, didn't that mean that he could also accept a large number of Azebagan Purgatory Demons as his servants?

With a thought in mind, Alun hurriedly asked, "Where are the other places?"

Forcibly planted a soul seed by Aaron, Gerald had already communicated with Aaron's heart, and immediately knew his thoughts, and immediately responded: "At that time, in order to seal us in the endless void for eternity, the gods forcibly used their divine power to destroy the passage of Purgatory and the continent into three sections, and each passage had hundreds of brave and powerful Azebagan warriors. In honor of our former homeland, we call these three sealed passages the Corridor of Purgatory in Azebagán......"

"The Corridor of Purgatory in Azebagan?"

"Yes, the Purgatory Corridor I am in is sealed in the deepest part of the Arrett Mountains, guarded by powerful barbarians!"

Gerald told the reason for the past, and at the same time secretly conveyed a message to Aaron on the spiritual level: there are indeed purgatory demons in the purgatory corridor of Azebagan, but the undead demons are only a very few, and more are purgatory demons with the orthodox blood of Azebagan Purgatory, and the great Azsar is the most powerful undead purgatory demon there, far more powerful than ordinary purgatory demons.

As for Gerald himself, his power has been lost a lot due to the long-term seal, and he himself is just an extremely ordinary existence among the rare undead demons.

The tigerman's face changed suddenly, and he asked urgently, "Could it be that you have broken through the seal of the gods and rushed out of the hands of the barbarians of Arret?"

The Arret Mountains are thousands of miles away and are part of the Burundian Empire. The barbarians there are the only human inhabitants of the Bimon who recognize their legitimacy. If these infernal demons really broke the seal, then the Burundi Empire, which bore the brunt of the battle, would probably not survive.

Gerald glanced at the tiger man Jagielka, and said indifferently: "If it is really as you guessed, how can the purgatory demon in front of you be me!"

Jagielka was choked, but helpless, for now this powerful demon was the servant of the human lord beside him.

At Aaron's urging, Gerald reluctantly continued, "The Purgatory Corridor of Azebagan was sealed by the gods under the Arrett Mountains, almost reaching the center of the earth's magma. For incalculable years, the barbarians have been reinforcing the power of their seals, and it is almost impossible for us to break through their seals from below. Underneath the cloister is the fire of the center of the earth that is pure to the extreme, and we are simply worse than dead in it. If I hadn't been able to endure the endless ghost days, I wouldn't have jumped into the magma at the center of the earth to find the ethereal life!"

"Ah......" Everyone suddenly heard these unbelievable things, and the shock in their hearts was incomprehensible.

"I was lucky, I happened to encounter the periodic movement of the magma in the center of the earth, and although I was severely traumatized, I was washed out of the center of the earth by a hot current and came here......"

The barbarians of the Arret Mountains have an equally long history, being a contemporary race of the Infernal Demons, a race that has emerged since the giants were replaced by the gods.

For now, Aaron could only suppress the crazy idea of recovering the other Infernal Demons, after all, he didn't even have the slightest leverage to fight the barbarians.

The silver dragon Christina suddenly interjected and asked, "Gerald, apart from the purgatory corridor you have been sealed in under the Arrett Mountains, where are the other two sealed?"

Gerald's eyelids rolled, a sneer appeared on his face, and he said, "What a stupid reptile, we Azerbagan were divided into three corridors by the gods at the same time, how can I know where they are sealed?"

Christina was speechless and full of anger, and she turned her head to the side in anger and ignored Gerald.

"However, like the barbarians who guard our corridors, the guards who guard the other corridors must be the powerful races of the ancients, and this is the only clue that can be found!" Gerald said.

Aaron's eyes lit up, the powerful race that existed in ancient times has gone through hundreds of millions of years of changes and baptism, and now it is not necessarily powerful, and it is not even necessary to exist. However, to Aaron's dismay, there were hundreds of Azerbagan warriors in each corridor, which was not a good thing.