A strange world, where the flames support the sky, and the dry mud as hard as stone stretches as far as the eye can see, and only red and black remain in the field of vision. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tang Ze was a little confused, looked at his hands, and found that he had returned to his human appearance at some point.

The illusory human hand was fluorescent, and in the moment he was stunned, the terrible death of the Sinking Demons, the flames and blood, the charred ashes, the deep smoke of gunpowder and all kinds of terrible memories were stuffed into his brain.

"I'm dead?"

Tang Ze shook his head vigorously, and the last fragment in his memory was the appearance of the short-haired female assassin lifting the wrist sword.

"Then this is the Hades Palace?"

He calmly looked around, and there was nothing but the burning sky and the endless dry mud.

It was eerily silent, no sound of fire burning, only the slight breathing and heartbeat of his heart.

"Whatever, let's take a look."

Tang Ze scratched the back of his head helplessly, and randomly chose a direction and began to walk.

No matter where he went, the burning sky, the withered earth, the scenery were the same, Tang Ze did not feel tired when he walked, but his mind began to get tired.

The work in his previous life required a good sense of time, and Tang Ze could be sure that he had been walking for more than three hours.

Finding nothing, he wondered if it was a dream.

"Could it be that I am the legendary one who has attained enlightenment, understood the truth of the world, and got rid of the suffering of the six realms of reincarnation, so I don't need to go through the Yama Temple, but the bridge?"

"Is there anyone, is there a ghost?"

"King Yama, I'm your father?!"

“・・・”

"What the hell, not even a bird's feather."

"The most painful thing is that I don't feel tired at all, it's really sad."

Tang Ze sighed and stopped, sat on the hard ground, and lay down.

The endless flames came into view, and he immediately closed his eyes.

It doesn't matter what the hell he is, if he really wants to catch me into reincarnation, there will definitely be cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods to catch me.

If King Yama really forgets about his stubble, then he will sleep here until the world is destroyed.

Tang Ze was like a monk who had realized a great understanding, pretending to snore.

Time passed as usual, and the sound of his breathing gradually stabilized.

One day, two days, three days.

January, February, March.

One year, two years, three years.

The hand of time was stuck in fifteen years later, and he couldn't remember it very clearly, because it wasn't very important.

Time passed like an arrow, and the fiery sky burned as usual, but the hard mud changed.

More than a thousand sharp marks were scratched down, and the dense traces were written crookedly in italics, "Tang Ze counts", but as early as the first three years, he gave up counting time and put all his energy into other places.

The silent years were like a knife that cut his will.

Tang Ze is used to it.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm, and raised his right hand as usual.

It slammed into the mud on the side, and the force exploded, sending debris flying and the hard ground covered with cobweb-like cracks.

The right fist dissipated like smoke, but under Tang Ze's gaze, a trace of mist visible to the naked eye condensed back, and the right fist completely recovered in a few minutes, intact as before.

"I've reached the limit of my recovery...

"Feeling... Strange?"

Tang Ze frowned and shifted his gaze to the Flame Sky Dome.

Every part of the soul body has been tempered countless times, and countless paths along the way have his terrifying fist marks, but there is still a new dry mud in front of him.

He had spent a year in a field of dry mud and was sure that the destroyed field could not be restored.

Countless roads have been walked, but there are no buildings or slightly higher rocks here, the mud that is not so smooth is always at a height, and the sky is a flame except for fire, and the sound of burning has not been heard once.

So, he built a high platform himself, dragged rocks out of the mud, and piled them up day after day.

Every time he woke up to temper his body and practice his recovery ability, he would step on the high platform that he had built with his own hands, but the higher he went, the more he felt that the flaming sky was out of reach.

It hurts when his right fist is broken, but he can't even feel the heat when he stands on the top of the platform.

However, this is also normal, just from the scientific knowledge learned from the earth, you can know that if you want to touch the flaming sky, you have to be at least a kilometer away.

"I guess there's no atmosphere here, haha."

He shook his head self-deprecatingly.

With his efforts alone, the highest platform is only about 28m.

However, the height of the surrounding dry mud has dropped by almost 1 meter, and Karasawa is unable to reach higher ground due to the lack of materials and technology.

There is no end to this world, either vertically or horizontally.

However, these were not the root causes of his strange feelings, and the reason why he woke up from his slumber was because he was aware of his heart palpitations.

"Coming?"

Tang Ze seemed to feel something, and when he reached the halfway point of the high platform, he seemed to look at the edge of the dry mud field, which merged with the flames.

His intuition told him that everything was going to change at this moment.

Dense shadows appeared in the flames, like countless ants crawling out of the shadows, pouring out like a tide.

Tang Ze had eagle-like vision a few years ago, and the black shadow was infinitely magnified in his field of vision, and his face became clear in an instant.

Slender limbs, wearing brown-gray armor, the lower half of the body wrapped in crimson rags, scarlet eyes peeking out under the demonic iron helmet, armed with long knives, long swords, and other sharp weapons.

If you look closely, there are some subtle differences, such as some guys who are not holding weapons, but holding colorful energy clusters in their hands.

Tang Ze quickly extracted their identities from his long memories.

In Diablo 2, the undead creature from Act IV "Hell", the "Oblivion Knight".

There are three types: Knights of Doom, Knights of Hell, and Knights of Oblivion, some are spell monsters, and some are melee monsters.

According to the background of the game and Tang Ze's own play experience, these monsters appear more frequently in the "River of Fire" and "Chaos Shelter", and then combined with the current situation, he can't help but pat his head.

"It's a bit similar to the 'River of Fire' scene in the game, maybe I'm still in the world of Diablo 2."

"Then I am considered to have fallen into the hellish world after death?"

While Tang Ze was thinking, the charging Forgotten Knights quickly passed under the high platform, and waved their weapons to destroy the high platform, and for a while, stone chips flew everywhere.

Frost and flames mingled, shooting towards Tang Ze's location, a magic urged by the Knights of Doom.

The platform collapsed with a bang, and several Forgotten Knights struggled to get up from the rocks, while Tang Ze's figure was overwhelmed by several flames, and the frost immediately followed, producing a violent explosion.

The body tempered for more than ten years shattered and turned into smoke in an instant, and the white smoke that was out of place in this world swirled for a while, condensing and forming on a boulder.

When he tried to commit suicide a few years ago, he knew that he was immortal in this world.

"I see, I passed the first level, and then I moved on to the second level?"

Tang Ze moved his intact body, shook his neck, and suddenly muttered to himself.

With a thud, the boulder beneath his feet was shattered by the long knives of several Forgotten Knights, and the sharp slash sealed the path, and the frost and fireballs were ready to fire.

With a fist that was powerful enough to burst the boulder, Tang Ze calmly struck the nearest Forgotten Knight in the face, ignoring the incoming attack.

It shook its head, and the thin iron helmet burst out with a muffled sound and sparks, and the iron helmet was only slightly dented.

The next attack slashed Donzawa to pieces, and magic reduced it to ashes, but a few minutes later, he coalesced in a clearing.

"You've got to grab a weapon first."

Tang Ze touched the few places where he had just been beheaded, and the pain still remained.

"One by one, all of them have to die."

Looking at the tide of forgotten knights rushing like waves, Tang Ze showed a murderous smile, he waved his fist, and did not hesitate to submerge into the sea of monsters.

・・・

A bloody wasteland, somewhere in a dark corner.

Instead of the swarf green fields, there are tall giant trees, and through the staggered jungle, you can see a huge tree with vines so dense that the shadows blend together, and the surrounding area is barren, and in the distance stands an unnamed tombstone.

The decaying gravel buildings have moss growth, and the iron fence on the perimeter is covered with red rust, and even the stone steps are beginning to fade.

It was originally a cemetery, but after the Blood Wasteland was overrun by demons, it disappeared in the jungle in the corner, and in fact, the evil buried here is no less evil than a cave in the green field.

Golden eyes suddenly appeared in the center trunk of the large vine tree, and the pupils of the eyes were facing downward, and countless rattans used for concealment moved away like living creatures, revealing a huge hole in the tree, and a crimson body lay quietly inside.

Tiny vines pierced its skin, and a steady stream of power was provided by the large vine tree, but the human-like Sinking Demon still did not appear to awaken.

He was a little taller, and the sharp horns on the top of his head were barely visible, and no one could tell that he was a sinking demon except for his bright red complexion.

The white stone floor in front of them was clouded, and black shadows wriggled and drilled out, and there were several slow-moving zombies.

But these zombies are obviously much taller, with larger skeletons on their bodies, perfect body tissues, and faintly bright white pupils.

They bowed in front of the golden eyes, as if communicating in a special way, and in the silence, the golden eyes blinked.

The tall zombies leaned down more respectfully, turning back into darkness and blending into the shadows.

Meanwhile, outside the jungle-hidden cemetery, a group of Rogers approached the entrance to the jungle, their expressions full of surprise.

"There's still this jungle in the Blood Wasteland, why hasn't anyone found out..."

"The zombie horde riot the night before is probably related to this place."

"Leave a few sisters to keep watch, and the rest of the group and I will return to the camp and inform Lord Acala."

"Yes." "Yes." "Yes."

Some time ago, "Camp Rog" ushered in a new adventurer, and it is said that there was a zombie riot that night, and the bigwigs in the camp were very concerned and quickly issued an order for Rog to investigate clues.

After checking several locations, a team followed the trail of several zombies and found this place, which was really lucky.

Although it is dangerous to stay, this mission is very important, and they have this awareness.

It was a breakthrough, and they discussed it cautiously, but they didn't notice that on the trunk of the tall tree beside it, a black crow rolled its red eyes and suddenly took off, gradually flying into the depths of the jungle.