A bizarrely shaped short sword with simple enchantment, a few sharp daggers that can be used as throwing knives, and a pair of boots that don't fit Mo Yan's feet are all the equipment found in the monster storeroom. The whole storage room is a little larger than the living room, and there are no windows to see out.

In addition to being hung upside down between caves by silk threads, a humanoid monster that has been disemboweled, and has lost a lot of flesh, is a few small barrels woven from plant vines. It was stacked with air-dried leather and the roots and seeds of various plants that Mo Yan had seen last night and had never seen, and the equipment Mo Yan had found was also in these small barrels.

Mo Yan used his short sword to cut a few pieces of flesh from the body of the bird man, which was called Polika, but it looked like a birdman, took a few pieces of leather and some swollen rhizomes of plants, and cut a few silk threads from the cocoon before leaving the monster's lair, and the whole search process did not take more than twenty minutes.

After taking everything he could use, Mo Yan eliminated his traces according to the anti-tracking guidelines, and came to a small hole under the rock that was not very far away. This is the place he found in the neighborhood last night, originally occupied by a group of petty demons. Now this place is already Mo Yan's, and the dozen or so little devils were used by Mo Yan as bait to attract other hellish creatures, and placed them in the place where he deliberately left traces last night. Infernal creatures looting and fighting will make the marks difficult to identify, making it harder to track down monsters.

And from yesterday's battle to Mo Yan also learned a message, the hell creatures here do not have the habit of the main plane, as long as they are defeated, they will obey the will of the victor. Just last night, those very weak little devils either fled or fought to the death, and none of them chose to surrender. It's no wonder that the demon of hell Foss invented such a sigil, and the creatures here are more of a wild surname.

Speaking of the Mark of Foss, something that Mo Yan was about to forget, even now that he had lost the ability to resist magic, he still couldn't use it like Lilith and the others. Mo Yan thought that he had done all the rituals, and he also recited the mantra in his memory, but there was no reaction.

It seems that it is useless to just repeat the ritual and recite the mantra, there should be some kind of energy in the body Mo Yan didn't know. And during the battle, Mo Yan also discovered a good news, he didn't have any power in this hell, and he could still use the black flame that could have corrosive power. This power has been completely mixed with his soul, and neither the goddess nor the gods can take away the barrier.

"Let's get a pair of shoes first. Mo Yan, who was sitting on the rock, took out the pieces of leather, used a dagger to cut out the red leather out of the upper and sole, and then made a lot of small holes around it, and finally used white silk threads to fix it into a shoe. Although both the quality and the shape are very rough, at least Mo Yan doesn't need to walk barefoot.

While making things, Mo Yan also began to think about how he would find what he needed to find next. There are three artifacts that Mo Yan needs to find for this trip to hell, which are a bountiful pendant that can increase the production of food in the vicinity, a time ring that can control a very small range of time, and an item called the Heart of Tauroran.

The first two things Mo Yan can keep, but the third thing needs to be handed over to the goddess to deal with, which is something that can allow the goddess to recover a certain degree of strength a little. These three utensils made by the goddess a long, long time ago are precious just by their names and functions. If these artifacts were not lost in some unknown corner of Hell, they must be in the hands of some powerful demon.

If it was the former, Mo Yan would have to give up, after all, hell is so big and he only has three months, if there are no accurate coordinates, he will not be able to find it even if he dies in hell. And if the situation is the latter, although it is also very difficult for Mo Yan, who only has the strength of an ordinary minotaur now, there is still a lot of room to maneuver.

"The first thing is to find the demon city. Mo Yan put the finished shoes on his feet, made a leather strap that could hang a short sword and dagger around his waist, and made a small backpack out of the remaining leather, putting meat and plant rhizomes in it and carrying it on his body. After exiting the cave, he chose a route that could have avoided the monster and began his own path to hell.

The city of demons is a safer place in hell, because the minimum standard established by a city is that it has a certain system to ensure the safety of its citizens. Although this does not mean that in the city, you can move without worrying about your life, but at least it is better than in a place where there is no care in the wild.

Three months to find the three artifacts, as well as the God-Slayer Sword that he had lost, was really a rather urgent task. For Mo Yan, who doesn't have much strength now, his plan is to use those powerful demons or hell creatures in the Devil City to complete this task.

This is not the first time Mo Yan has done this kind of exploitation, in order to be able to destroy a huge and well-organized organization. He once infiltrated it, taking advantage of the various disagreements between the big and small leaders, and the opportunities created for him by some organizations, and successfully made the organization self-destruct, and he also got all the money of the organization in the bank.

After walking for two days, Mo Yan still didn't find the city, and the proportion of space and creatures in hell was really unreasonable. Except for those low-level creatures who couldn't even speak, Mo Yan hadn't encountered a single intelligent creature in the past two days. During these two days, Mo Yan experienced several battles and also suffered some minor injuries.

Mo Yan, who was now on a volcano that was not very high, was a little better equipped than he was two days ago. Not only did he have a small leather shoulder on his body, but he also wore leather pants on his lower body, which had only been wrapped around a red cloth. There were also two pouches hanging from the belt around his waist to store bits and pieces, which were held in place by the nerves of the creatures.

"Where the hell do you want to get water? Mo Yan sighed and sat on the ground, nibbling on the jerky that had been taken out of his backpack, thinking about the biggest problem he was facing at the moment. Yesterday the thirst-quenching plant roots had been eaten, and in Hell, a place almost full of lava, it was difficult to retain water in the body.

When he hunted two hellhounds in the morning, Mo Yan had already had to drink their blood to temporarily quench his thirst. If he couldn't find drinking water, Mo Yan would die of thirst in hell. Drinking blood to get water isn't a long-term solution, and minotaurs aren't vampires.

In the past two days, Mo Yan has tried to track down the little devil or some other hellish creature to find a water source. But these guys didn't seem to need to drink water, Mo Yan followed them for nearly half a day and didn't see them looking for water, and Mo Yan, who didn't have time to dry up in this, could only give up this idea and continue to move forward in an arc.

Just as Mo Yan finished eating the jerky and was about to continue on the road, he unexpectedly saw a neat team advancing. There seemed to be a lot of hellish creatures he had never seen before, not only huge giant-like creatures, but also demons flying in the sky, and monsters made of tentacles and fleshy eyeballs.

Most of them were wearing armor that shimmered with magical light, and the weapons on their waists and hands were also glowing. From their formation, it can be seen that they are protecting the center, a steel house carried by four giants, which is supposed to be the party of some adult in Hell. Following them, they should be able to find the existence of the water source, as well as the hell city that Mo Yan has not discovered so far.

Mo Yan, who had made up his mind, cautiously approached the team, let go of the anti-tracking team hanging behind the team for a distance, and followed in the rear at a distance not far away. Mo Yan is still very confident in his tracking skills, and if nothing else, he can reach his destination like this.

However, just as Mo Yan followed the back of the group, in the richly decorated house carried by the red-skinned cyclops, a blindfolded woman smiled with interest. Piles of black snakes wrapped around each other on her head. She thought for a moment what she said to the succubus who was kneeling next to her and waiting to serve, and after listening to the hostess's words, the succubus also smiled, opened the door of the house, and gave the order to the demon outside.

Soon, a group of 100 demon knights left the team and rushed in the direction where Mo Yan was. Their crotch was already in a nightmare of battle, their black bodies burning with red flames, and their bright red eyes shining with fear. Such powerful creatures are difficult to tame into mounts, and everyone who can conquer them is not weak.

Even one of the demon knights was far from being something that Mo Yan could deal with now. And Mo Yan, who didn't know why he was discovered, saw this cavalry regiment of 100 people rushing towards him, but he stayed where he was and didn't run away. If he wants to outrun those flying nightmares, he can't do it unless the goddess suddenly gives him back her power.

"A minotaur?" The demon knight who was at the forefront of the charge almost stopped in front of Mo Yan and opened the mask of his helmet to reveal his gray-skinned face. He looked at the leather coat Mo Yan was wearing, as well as the small backpack he was carrying, and said arrogantly: "It's a bit interesting, very few monsters from the main plane will come to hell and face our charge without trembling, no wonder the master will be interested in you." Get on your horse, my master wants to see you. ”

(To be continued)