After a good night's sleep, when Efeld woke up, the blood sun of the Crimson Plains was already high in the sky, and looking down from the square window on the side of the street side of the room, the streets were filled with Styx ferrymen and other creatures from other planes.

Behind the house on the other side of Efeld's hotel was a large pier built over the River Styx, where countless soul boats built by the Invokers docked, and from where thousands of Styx ferrymen and their passengers traveled in and out of Hierapolis, the last city of the Yogrosmo.

Taking out the last piece of roasted bloodhound meat from his pocket for breakfast, and counting the magic cores in his pocket, Efeld breathed a sigh of relief, and there were sixteen intermediate magic cores.

"You can stay here for sixteen days, but fortunately I collected it again on the last battlefield. ”

After packing his bags, Efeld walked downstairs to check out, and began to wander around the Ferryman's City to familiarize himself with the surroundings.

Centered on the plaza where Efeld entered the portal where Hierapolis was located, four passages connected four small islands, one for the residential, the commercial, the dock and the administered. The management area is where the lord of the city of ferrymen lives, and no idle people are allowed to enter.

The inn where Efeld lives is located in the docklands, and although there is a whole row of shops here, it is only used to identify and buy items from the Styx ferryman, and does not sell anything to the public.

After a whole morning of shopping, Efeld finally stopped in front of an appraisal shop in the docklands, this appraisal shop is not large, but there are many people waiting in line for the appraisal, looking at the signboard at the entrance of the store, you know that the store's appraisal skills are very good.

The signboard reads: "Appraisal of the grandmaster, Tong Su is not deceitful, and cannot be identified." Nothing to be given. ”

Efeld was shy, and when he saw this sign, he immediately became a member of the team, moving forward step by step with the slow twist of the dragon.

After waiting in line for about an hour, Efeld finally walked into the store. There are no superfluous furnishings in the shop, only a table and two chairs. There are also two demons.

A demon hovering high in the air, six dancing tentacles, a huge eye, and a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, this is an eye demon, but based on its diameter of almost three meters, Efeld can easily conclude that this is a high-level eye demon, not an eye demon elder. It's the Eye Demon Lord.

The other demon was much smaller, only the size of a palm, and he looked like a small demon, but he had a large head with a fly-like compound eye on his head, and a pair of palm-sized fly wings on his back, which was a quasai demon.

"The cost of identification, ten magic cores once. ”

Seeing Efeld enter, the Eye Demon Lord floating in the air aimed his giant eyes at Efeld. At the same time, a drumming sound echoed in the small shop.

Efeld took out ten Magic Cores and arranged them on the table, then took out the metal Rubik's Cube from his breast pocket. He placed the metal cube on the table, and then looked at the Eye Demon in the air, but the eye demon's impatient voice suddenly rang out.

"You don't have to look at me, I'm not an appraiser, the one on the table is. ”

By the time Efeld turned his gaze to the table, the Quarther had already taken a closer look around the metal cube floating on the table.

"This luster. I haven't really seen this material, this structure. ”

Kwasmoth's voice sounded like a baby's cry, and upon closer inspection, he was sure that he hadn't seen anything like it.

"Interesting. Looks like I'm going to cast a talent spell. ”

As the lowest in the abyss, the Kwasai Demon is not only more fragile than the cowardly demon, but also much less courageous, and the slightest wind and grass will make them tremble, but such a weak demon has a magical talent spell.

The Kwasai Demon can cast a channeling spell once a week, and each time he casts a channeling spell, he can ask three random questions to a god or evil god.

Although this innate spell has no combat power, it can be used for identification, and if the caster can skillfully ask his own questions, then the results will be pleasantly surprised.

In front of Efeld, the Quasdemons on the table began to dance wildly, communicating with the gods and demons with all kinds of unbelievable movements, the dance became more and more urgent, and after reaching a point, he suddenly stopped abruptly like a robot without power, and then the Quasdemon, with his eyes closed, asked a question to a great being.

"Where does this metal come from, what kind of effect does it have, and how much is it worth. ”

Three questions were thrown in a row, and Quasaimo's small body suddenly trembled sharply, as if it was in great pain, and suddenly, one of its arms writhed uncontrollably, and then there was a crisp sound, and his arm immediately drooped weakly, and then Quasaimo also came to his senses.

"The price is really big enough this time. ”

The indiscriminate twisting of the arm muscles just now had already caused the muscles and bones of Quasdemon's arm to be broken, and even if it was a demon's physique, it would take a few months of recuperation before he could recover.

However, Kwasai finally got the answer, and he motioned for the Eye Demon floating in the air to take the demon core from the table, and then slowly uttered three words.

"The mechanical realm, the source of life, is priceless. ”

Then the quacsé climbed down from the table wearily, sat down in his chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

After exiting the appraisal shop, Efeld made his way to the bar frequented by the Styx ferrymen. His goal was clear, to find a Styx ferryman who had been to the Realm of Mechanics, as the Terrasqui Behemoth had said that the metal cube had been brought back from some level of the abyss while swimming in the River Styx.

"A cup of soul wine, three soul fruits. ”

In the same way he had obtained it from the innkeeper, Efeld made a stealthy gesture to the waiter at the bar and uttered a code word known only to those who traveled frequently in various planes and had long-term cooperation with the Styx ferryman.

"The Soul Wine has been sold out, and there are still five soul fragrant fruits, do you want to serve them all?"

"Then cut the soul fragrant fruit into five slices and soak it in the black magic wine. ”

The waiter at the bar, who was also a Ugros demon, heard Efeld say the correct code words, and he leaned slightly and took out a bottle of pure black liquor from under the bar. After pouring a full glass, he took five soul fruits from the back kitchen, cut one of them into five slices, soaked it in the dark devil wine, and served it to Efeld.

"Five mid-level magic cores, please use them slowly. ”

Efeld raised the glass in front of him. He took a slight sip, then put it down, then placed the metal cube next to the wine glass.

Although the Black Demon Wine soaked in the Soul Fragrance Fruit did taste extraordinary, a small glass was not worth the high price of five Intermediate Demon Cores. The four Soul Fruits, plus a glass of Dark Magic Wine soaked in five slices of Soul Fruits, were sending a message to every Styx ferryman who passed by, but the metal cube that Efeld placed next to him made the faces of these ferrymen who were rampant on the Styx change their faces slightly, and they stopped approaching.

There was less and less wine in the glass, and Efeld's patience was fading little by little. As he threw up his head and took the last sip of his glass and scooped up the metal cube to leave, a swarthy Yugros stopped in front of him, with an oar made of the Invoker pinned to his waist, identifying him.

The Styx ferryman's eyes swept over the metal cube that Efeld was about to put back in his bag, and said directly in a tone of certainty rather than question.

"You're going to the Machine Realm!"

"You know?"

Efeld was stunned for a moment, and then a wave of joy welled up in his heart, and after sitting in the bar for a long time, no Styx ferryman came up to talk to him. This left Efeld with little hope of going to the Mechanical Realm.

"Actually, most of the Styx ferrymen here know about that place, but they don't have the guts. ”

The sturdy Ugros swept a mocking glance over all the Styx ferrymen in the bar. All those who looked at him lowered their heads, and his sonorous voice rang out above Efeld's head.

"Hello, I'm the only Styx ferryman to emerge alive from the mechanical realm, Yog Saron. ”

Unlike the other districts, the docklands did not have any actual islands, and the ancient Yogros simply made the Joiners into pillars that drove deep into the bottom of the River Styx. The slabs made of the prayers were then laid out on the pillars, and the faces of the prayers could be seen struggling and howling in pain on the lower level of the docks facing the Styx.

Efeld followed Yog Saron on the creaking trestle, and in the bar, Yog Saron's momentum suppressed all the Styx ferrymen, making Efeld full of hope for the Styx ferryman who claimed to be the only one to return from the mechanical realm.

When Yug Saron stopped. In front of Efeld's eyes was a huge soul ship, hundreds of conjurators forming the walls of the ship, and cries of pain came from the mouths of the invokers who were mixed with the ship.

"Yog Saron, you're a good soul boat. ”

Efeld looked at the soul boat in front of him and exclaimed, few Styx ferrymen can get so many prayers, because only devout believers who believe in gods will become invokers after death and be connected to the kingdom of gods, and the gods also value the prayers very seriously, although the power of faith provided by the prayers is not as much as when they were born as believers, but as long as there is faith, the gods will not fall, so the prayers can be said to be the basis for the existence of the kingdom of God. If the demon wants to obtain the Prayer Member, he can only obtain it by attacking the divine kingdom of the gods.

Yug Salon, who followed Efeld's gaze and saw the huge soul ship, moved a few steps forward with his standing footsteps, and then said to Efeld indifferently.

"You read it wrong, my ship is here. ”

Beside Yug Saron, in the shadow of the huge soul boat, a canoe built by only about ten conjugators rippled slightly in the river Styx, and the faces of the invokers who made up the canoe had long since dried up, and even the last trace of strength to wail had been lost, and the sharp-eyed Efeld could even see the water of the River Styx seeping into the soul boat through the cracks in the bottom of the boat, rippling with the waves of the River Styx.

"Your ship seems to be past its useful life, right?"

Efeld looked at the dilapidated soul boat in front of him, and there was some hesitation in his heart.

"This broken boat won't disintegrate automatically while rowing, right?"

He thought so. However, Yug Saron seemed to see Efeld's hesitation, untied the cable of the canoe to the side of the trestle, pulled the boat closer to the trestle, and jumped straight on.

"If you don't come, I won't take your money. It's just for you to help me find something in the mechanical realm. ”

He said loudly, then untied the oars from his waist and prepared to leave.

"Come, come right away. ”

Helpless, Efeld could only follow and get on the boat. It's not a matter of cost anymore, looking at the performance of the Styx ferrymen in the bar, it is estimated that no amount of money Efeld gives will be able to get the ferrymen to carry him to a mechanical realm located on a certain level of the bottomless abyss.

The dilapidated Soul Ship is under the control of Yog Saron. Slowly sailing away from the dock area, it began to follow the flow of the River Styx towards the mechanical realm located on a certain level in the depths of the bottomless abyss.

The River Styx is still so varied, with countless whirlpools, undercurrents, and reefs lurking beneath its surface, bringing unexpected disasters to all the soul ships that sail on it, but Yog Saron's technique is really good, and under his control, this soul ship that seems to be about to disintegrate nimbly shuttles between whirlpools and undercurrents, all the reefs. Whether it is exposed to the surface of the river or lurking underwater, it is completely hidden.

The Soul Ship provided protection to Efeld and Yug Saron ensured that they would not be swallowed up by the power of the plane as they traveled the distance of the Styx through the plane, and they did not know how many planes they had passed, and when an iron-blue embankment appeared, Yug Saron began to slow down the ship.

"Mr. Efeld, the mechanical realm is ahead, and I'll be picking you up in ten days. Please don't forget to help me find what I want, that's your fare. ”

"Okay. See you in ten days. ”

The Soul Boat slowly docked on the iron-blue riverbank, and Efeld stepped into this place completely different from the other levels of the Abyss, waving his arm to signal that he had heard, and then he tightened his belongings, stepping on the ground as hard as metal. Head to the interior of the Machine Realm.

Behind him, Yug Saron, who had brought Efeld ashore, immediately rowed his oars and left the river as fast as he could, disappearing into the distance of the River Styx in an instant. He had just left. A metallic tentacle slowly stretched out from the river, writhing gently, as if sensing something.

The sky is gray, the ground is iron-gray, and even the air smells of metal. Efeld looked up and saw that there were no creatures and plants common to other planes, only hills of scrap metal, not even a trace of the smell of living creatures.

"This is the plane that attracts me through the portal?"

Efeld was incredulous, but the excitement in his head and the wabes of the metal cube in his breast pocket indicated that the iron-gray world was what attracted him.

With his eyes closed, Efeld struggled to sense the growing attraction, and finally settled on a direction that was calling to him strongly, but to get there, he had to traverse these mountains of scrap metal.

"Anyway, it's going to starve to death for a month, so let's go first. ”

Efeld gritted his teeth fiercely, let go of the burden in his heart, and began to follow the direction of his heart and began to trek in the direction from which the attraction came.

The mountain of scrap metal is getting closer and closer, and more and more scrap metal is appearing on the roadside, motorcycles, cars, helicopters, airplanes, tanks, Efeld doesn't know how he knows the original name of this waste, but he knows that he is getting closer to the truth.

There was no sunrise and sunset in the iron-gray sky, and there was no night and day, and Efeld trudged alone in the world of metal, accompanied only by the shahram on his back and the slight trilling sound of the metal cube on his chest.

I don't know how long he walked, but Efeld had already crossed those low metal hills, and the scrap metal that appeared in front of him was getting bigger and more complete, and finally even super-giant metal structures like aircraft carriers were piled up in front of Efeld.

"It's close, I can feel it's close. ”

The attraction in his mind became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, the trembling of the metal cube became more and more intense, and even began to flash white light.

When Efeld crossed a metal mountain again, a small basin appeared in front of him, and in the center of the basin there was a pile of scattered parts, from which the attraction came from.

"It's finally here. ”

Walking into the basin, Efeld was shocked as he stood in front of the pile of metal parts.

"What is this?"

At that time, a huge humanoid metal structure leaning against the rock of the basin, although his parts were scattered all over the ground, could still be seen in its majestic posture, and on his chest, Efeld saw a square, righteous symbol that made people feel righteous at a glance.

"Bopai, Autobots, Optimus Prime, Megatron, ah, it hurts!"

Efeld was saying something he didn't know what he meant, when suddenly a sharp pain erupted from the depths of his brain and quickly spread throughout his body. Efeld could only kneel helplessly in front of the massive humanoid structure, his head in his hands, and roll helplessly.

In the depths of his brain, which he could not observe, the Edman metal sphere began to slowly disintegrate, and the layers of Edman metal melted into the wriggling liquid metal, which was slowly injected into Efeld's skull, turning the entire skull into a dark silver luster, and at the same time, this luster slowly spread to Efeld's whole body. (To be continued......)