I don't know how far I've walked, I don't know how long I've walked, although there are all kinds of things or buildings in the broken world that can be seen in the link space, but if I see too much, I won't be interested either.

What a scary place! Weston couldn't help but sigh a little. The scariest thing here is not the danger, but the boredom! That's right, every day is a repetitive walk, it's okay to have someone to talk to, but if not, loneliness and boredom can definitely drive people crazy.

What's more, there is no way back here, there is only one direction, and I don't know how far I have to go to finish it, which is undoubtedly more of a torture.

I don't know how far I have gone, although it may still be a moment in the outside world, but in Weston's cognition, the time will definitely not be less than a month. I have to say that the link space is really peculiar, whether it is in a physical state or physiology, it is in a state of no change, but the consciousness is not affected.

At some point in his conscious cognition, Weston habitually took a step forward, and the scene in front of him changed instantly.

If there is a static silence in the link space, this is a place full of tragic deaths.

Although the two places looked similar, the blood-red thing in the sky that I don't know if it was the moon or the sun showed that they were really out of the link space.

Everything in the link space is visible, but there is no light source, which is completely different from here.

"Is this hell?" Weston looked around with some uncertainty and muttered something in his mouth.

"Yes, little master, this is the outermost hell ruled by Lord Mostima!" Dracula said respectfully to Weston.

"So, you know here?" Weston looked at Dracula curiously, "Is hell all this desolate?" It looks like a battlefield that has been abandoned for a long time. ”

"Your wisdom is still so outstanding, little master!" Dracula smiled, "That's right, this was once the place where hell and heaven were at war, and it was the only place in hell where the power of light still existed. Out of here, there will be no such strong aura of light in other places. ”

"The breath of light?" Weston was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly sensed it, sure enough, although I don't know how long it has been, the aura of light here is still very strong, of course, the aura of darkness will be stronger, and the two breaths are still resisting each other.

Looking at it again, Weston retracted his gaze: "Let's get out of here, we should be able to fly now, right?" ”

"Absolutely!" Dracula nodded, "The space of hell is very stable, and if you want to manifest a phantom, you need a lot of strength to be able to do it, and if you use it to rush, it is more practical to fly." ”

"Then let's go, you lead the way!" Weston nodded, and spread his wings first, two pairs of pitch-black wings spread.

Suddenly, a black light flew directly from nowhere, even though Weston had already noticed it, but he still couldn't dodge, and was hit directly, and the pitch-black flames instantly burned on his body, enveloping his whole body in it.

"Little master!" Dracula was startled and hurried over.

"I'm fine, Dracula, it seems like this is good for me, don't worry!" Weston's breathless voice came from the flames, and his voice was full of joy.

When Dracula heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Weston worriedly, but he didn't move again.

Weston didn't lie to Dracula, now he only feels a piece of comfort, as if he is killing a horse and a chicken, both physically and soulfully, enjoying this pleasure and comfort.

As the flames gradually burned, Weston's body began to change a little, his hair became darker and darker, the magic fluctuations all over his body became stronger and stronger, and there was an extra pair of wings on his back, and the length was nearly double that of before.

Dracula let out a long breath as the black flames gradually dissipated, and only then did he notice that there was another person beside him.

A fallen angel, to be exact!

"His Highness Mostima!" Seeing this familiar face, Dracula hurriedly knelt down on one knee, "Dracula of the Bruch family sends you the most sincere greetings and the most sincere loyalty, please forgive me, I didn't salute you at the first time!" ”

"It's nothing, get up!" Mostima waved his hand casually, looked at Weston with burning eyes, pointed his chin slightly, and asked Dracula, "When did this begin?" ”

"Not long ago, the little master stepped into here, and suddenly a light came, and then it was like this. I beg your pardon for not stopping in time! Dracula said with a look of panic and self-reproach on his face.

"Block? Why block? Mostima questioned for a moment, then sneered and said disdainfully, "This is a gift from the second brother to his child, you dare to stop it?" How many lives do you have? And you can't stop it! ”

"Yes, I lost my word!" Dracula jerked his head down, not daring to look up.

"Well, it's better than this, and I don't blame you!" Mostima waved his hand impatiently, "You have a lot of credit for finding our prince for hell, and some small mistakes are forgotten." You wait by the side! ”

"Yes!" Dracula replied respectfully, and then stood silently to the side, maintaining a half-bowed posture, not daring to raise his body again.

Mostima glanced at him, said nothing, and then focused his gaze entirely on Weston. It was clear that a mere bloodline was not worth his attention in his eyes.

The black flames finally dissipated, and Weston's appearance was completely revealed, although there was not much change in appearance except that his hair had grown a lot, but the noble and proud temperament that originated from his blood was completely released.

There was also a tattoo-like purple mark between his eyebrows, which gradually faded as the fluctuations of the magic power in his body converged.

The confined eyes opened suddenly, and a coercion came out in an instant, and the essence of the eyes flashed, and then slowly converged, becoming more profound and charming.

"Uncle Mostima, why are you here?" Weston saw Mostima and asked curiously.

"My nephew is coming home, I'll come and greet him, isn't that how it should be?" Mostima greeted him with a big laugh and a big hug with Weston, then patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "How's it going, how does it feel to be in Hell?" ”

"Honestly, I don't feel anything." Weston said bluntly, "And we've only just arrived, and suddenly we have such a surprise, and we haven't had time to see anything yet." ”

"Don't rush, just take your time." Mostima said with a smile, "Anyway, there is still a lot of time, you can watch it slowly." Although the scenery in Hell may not be as detailed as so many small worlds, it still has a strange feeling. ”

"It's just right, I haven't been out for a long time, so let me, who is an uncle, lead you to take a good look......

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