Someone asked me why I have three chapters of the same, sorry friends, all I can say is that I owe you 10,000 words for the time being. But I'll definitely make up for it.

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"If he really has the power, then he should at least resist a little?"

Thoughts flashed through the demon's brain, and the human voice suddenly became louder at this moment, fluttering among the ruins, flickering east and west: "From the beginning, I was already resisting, when I saw this door. So, your Excellency, your mentality is really a bit strange, maybe it's that the long-term imitation of demons, and the fat that you have made to disguise your identity have hindered your reflexes, right? Why haven't you noticed that this teleportation is taking too long?"

"It can't be!"

The Demon Lord subconsciously shouted.

The magic circle that has been like an arm for hundreds of years is breaking away from his control, and the energy is being calmed and twisted, and the wisps of luster are approaching another place!

His own side!

"Let me tell you one more thing, this portal is not as simple as you imagined. The psychic warlock said, "I don't know if it's the handiwork of the Spirit Sucker, but its core, which uses psychic runes, is very ancient, and it is not something that a demon can control, and demons rarely have the type of psychic ability...... So, you're just a second-hand dealer. You use a certain method to simulate mental power and then manipulate it, which is very effective, but it is inevitably less flexible when it comes to control. ”

More power was swirling, and the light was casting shadows on the stone walls. Jumping and merging and separating, it seems to form a network of many hidden unknowns...... The shadows reflected on the ground seemed to be innumerable strange and distorted shapes, mixed with the demon lord's roar into a very strange mixture. It's creepy.

The roar fell silent.

The huge, Roshan-like body was revealing from the space, as if a mottled layer of skin had been sown from the space in which he had been hiding.

But at this time, it was not only the skin in the space that was slowly peeled off, but also his ...... The mountain of meat trembled, and each blow seemed to squeeze the fat out of its skin! The yellow-orange greasy sprayed out of every open opening. It was then swallowed up by the scattered space!

"You...... What are you doing?"

Elena spoke softly, the walls of the carriage blocking her from seeing the horrible twist. But it couldn't stop the terrifying sound from entering the carriage, and the sore roar made her tremble subconsciously, and hugged the child in her arms tightly.

Edward likewise hugged her, but did not speak.

The rules of space are undoubtedly the strongest of all. Without the help of divine powers. and the deployment of fragments of the Divine Rule, it is really difficult to deal with the psychic ability alone. Even if that circle fits better with his power, all of his spiritual power must be concentrated there.

But the power is surging.

The feeling of energy pouring into the body was a little good, but more often it was pain, and the human spirit trembled and followed the surging energy. Everything around me became deeper, and the senses were constantly expanding, and I was able to perceive more. Something more subtle.

For example, hidden in the screams of the demon lord. Another wisp of information.

"No, help me, my majesty......

"Your own troubles, you solve them yourself......"

"Your Majesty, lend me more ...... Ahhhh......h No, don't take it away, my loyalty to you is ...... Ahhhh......h

This is the end of the screaming&...... As soon as the qiē fell, the halo dissipated from the magic circle of the entire ruins, sending all the qiē into the silent darkness,

"It's a nuisance. Edward let out a slight breath.

"Nope. ”

With a trembling, woman's voice answered his soliloquy, and Edward turned his gaze slightly, noticing that the Ghisyankee female was holding her great silver sword—but Edward was equally sure that it was no threat, for the woman's wrists, knees, and shoulders were trembling slightly from overexertion, and there was probably no need to stop her, and the foot that was stuck on the edge of the carpet could trip her as she took a step.

Although he had indeed left a terrifying impression in her heart, it was not so.

"You'll soon find out that your troubles don't stop there...... Barntulas is just a manager, and if you kill him, you are provoking our master. The Gisyankee female complained, gritting her teeth: "The master will never forgive any fool who dares to offend her dignity! Kneel down at once and show her your remorse and piety, only then will you be able to ......"

"I don't think she'll be able to forgive me like that. But now that I already know that someone is causing this trouble, I naturally have to be a little prepared. Edward slowly stood up and helped Elena beside him. The tentacles of the spirit rolled, and several boxes hidden in the carriage burst open.

The Gisyankees have a huge collection of costumes, equipment, and magic items, enough to arm an elite squad, but unfortunately most of them are for her own use, so it's a bit cumbersome to arm them to.

"Edward, don't do this, I'm not fit for this kind of ......"

A flush spread across Elena's face, and soon even her pink neck was already red, because of the power of mind control, she was putting on an armor - as a holy warrior who had undergone rigorous martial arts and combat training since childhood, Elena was confident that she was familiar with all kinds of armor and weapons, but she never thought that the so-called armor would be designed like this until she saw the leather armor on her body.

How so...... She couldn't understand why an armor would expose its entire thighs, and the middle slit of its chest was almost split to the navel, although she knew that the magic field attached to this thing could be completely comparable to the defense of a full-body armor, but what was the magical power that made all the parts fit so closely, like a second skin? The lines outlined by the black leather were even more shameful than being naked, especially when there was a pair of thief eyes in front of her who were carefully observing her up and down.

Elena couldn't help but have a delusion. The gaze was like substance, slowly and gently caressing her whole body. And then. The warmth of the man's breath quietly fell in her ears, and she smiled softly: "It's really beautiful, you should actually wear more of these things in the future...... However, I can only show it alone, otherwise I will be jealous. ”

Well, this feeling...... Actually, it's not bad.

When a strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and wrapped her in a long burqa. Elena felt that her little strength was dissipating, and she just wanted to get close to the hug that gave her infinite warmth, and there was some hope in her heart that it would continue to be maintained like this. Forever.

But this is clearly too good a wish.

The body was picked up and passed through the gate of the carriage, so out of the corner of her eye, she saw countless black shadows begin to fade. Boiling general peristalsis.

And then. It's a slight tremor. And it quickly became weird and noisy...... Long, short, intermittent, complete, low, hoarse, high-pitched, high-pitched, grotesque hiss sounded in the boiling shadows, at first only one or two, but soon one after the other. Then it mixed into a series of mountains and tsunamis.

The power of evil, incomparably powerful. Gathering from all directions, Elena didn't even have to look to hear it, she could feel the surging and tumbling brutality, and the rage. It's like a whole mountain rushing in front of you, unbeatable, and unavoidable. Fear slowly spread from my heart like frost, and it was as if my soul had been stripped of its body and put into the ice walls of the polar regions.

This is what the Giss Yankees call the power of the master?

"Don't worry, hold her tight and I'll take care of it. The whisper of the psychic warlock sounded in her ears, slight, but as if with an uplifting power, and the tide of fear that had just sprung up in her heart receded, and Elena subconsciously hugged the child in her arms, and was also embraced by the arm.

The cold fear dissipated, but the warmth that had dispelled it did not stagnate, and soon rose into a scorching heat like a flame. And when she opened her eyes, the dark underground ruins were gone, replaced by a blood-like red, crimson.

In the blink of an eye, she finally realized that it was the sky—there was no sun, no moon, only one direction, a bright star, radiating its red color, illuminating almost half of the earth.

Or, instead of illuminating, the earth is radiating its own brilliance.

Beneath the steep rock walls and the dark boulders with thousands of holes was the red magma rushing out, and black and yellow smoke rose from those dark reds, filling the entire space with the scorching heat of fire and the smell of sulfur.

"Dawn above......" The paladin hugged his child tightly, as if afraid to lose something in this moment. She closed her eyes, opened them again, and finally determined that she was not in a dream: "This is the ...... Hell. She whispered softly.

"Hell?" the telemancer narrowed his eyes and turned to the starlight, in the utter depths of darkness, in which a murky, dark red river flowed through countless canyons, accompanied by the light of magma, slowly flowing into the distance, and the surface of the river was covered with mist. Countless blood-red streams flowed into this massive system, growing its seemingly miraculous river.

Styx.

Although an oath had been taken in its name, this was the first time I had seen ......

"Yes, this is supposed to be Hell, the sixth level of Hell. Ahem...... I've only seen it in books, but ......"

The thick sulphur smoke and rancid smell of the wind made Elena choke a few times, but she quickly straightened up - although the pressure from all sides still constrained her, it was much easier than it was a moment ago: "Each layer of Hell has a different environment, and this is the only layer with the most magma, and the Styx is flooded. ”

"It seems that the lord is the boss of this layer, and who does this layer belong to?" Edward sighed.

The enemy would twist the space against him, and he knew - in that case, it was the easiest and clearest option, but he thought that with the power of that ancient portal, he could at least reverse the teleportation target. Even if you can't take the initiative, you can at least shift the destination to something less reluctant.

But the immediate result seems to be quite reluctant.

"It's Glesia, the Queen of Lust. Elena hugged the baby tightly. He wrapped her cloak around her until she was sure she was breathing steadily and sleeping soundly. Only then did he raise his head to Edward: "Asmodeirs' only daughter." ”

...... Well, what a troublesome opponent.

It's all good, it's not as good as Mom and Dad...... As a person who formed a worldview in the era of Spelling Dad, Edward's memory is those rich second-generation officials and second-generation officials. Undoubtedly one of the most troublesome opponents, of course, this is not to say that they are naturally fond of doing evil, but simply because they do not have sufficient resources to exchange for their own labor. It tends to make people form an excessively 'barbaric' value concept, which is more ferocious and aggressive.

And the master of the sixth layer of hell is undoubtedly the ultimate product of the 'second generation' - there is only one hell in the multiverse, the seven-fold hell and the nine-fold hall. The devil is armies of millions, and hell has only one master. Lord of the Nine Hells. The Devil's King, Astimols...... And it just so happened that the king of hell also had only one wife, Queen Heather. Also, the two only gave birth to one daughter.

Therefore, the Demon Queen Glathea, the most noble princess in the multiverse, can't live forever if she doesn't want to be in the limelight.

Glamorous. Ambitious, cunning and deceitful. Cruelty and lack of compassion are the footnotes to her name, torture and temptation are her favorite games, she can start a million-dollar war with just a wave of her hand, she frowns, and the words of concern around her can turn the whispering forest into a temple of hustle and bustle. Legend has it that she once participated in a bloody battle for the first time, and when she appeared on the battlefield, she led a legion of the other party to surrender to him......

And now, he is on her territory, and, as if his previous actions have provoked her.

"Audacious stupid bastard! How dare you call my lord by his name!"

A hoarse female voice came from beneath a cliff a little farther away, and the head of the Gisyankee female poked out of the cliff with difficulty. As an unlucky guy who was unfortunately involved in a conflict between the strong, her luck was obviously not very good, and as soon as she came to this space, she was thrown into a sunken area.

"You will soon know what a foolish mistake you have made, and the wrath of our Lord will soon fall upon you!"

Elena was stunned for a moment, and her face couldn't help but turn pale - her usual habit made her say those two names directly without hesitation, but she ignored that this was not the main material plane protected by the gods, but hell...... For those powerful save, zài call it by its name. is a very stupid, dangerous thing. They are likely to find out the location of the souls who call them by name at once.

"Forget it, if it's usual, it's just that, and now they have time to pay attention to these?"

Edward sneered: "The portal opened in the snake disk directly connects to Heavenly Mountain, just transferring troops is enough to give the Lord of the Nine Prisons a headache, two-front combat has always been a taboo in the art of war, I don't believe that he will have the leisure to open a battlefield at his doorstep." ”

"What?"

The Gisyankees were stunned by the incomprehensible facts, and at that moment, with a sound that seemed to squeeze all its breath out of the alveoli and shake a piece of rotten flesh, a monster covered in hard hairy needles jumped out of the cave where it was hiding and rushed towards her. And when she rolled over and rushed up the cliff, and with a reflexive sword, she split the monster in half, only to notice that the person she was communicating with had left the place and walked far away.

But they must not be allowed to leave like this!

The Gisyankees couldn't understand why these two humans were still safe and sound so far - in her memory, those who dared to rebel against that majesty, even if they were in the bottomless abyss, could not escape the punishment that followed, and there were already many demons who dared to insult the demon queen Glesia in their lair, but in front of these two humans in the sixth layer of hell, why could they speak out and not receive any punishment?

But if she doesn't understand, it doesn't mean that she can ignore it. She had already lost her caravan, and indirectly helped the enemy kill an Abyss Lord, a direct subordinate arranged by His Majesty in the Abyss, and no one knew if that Majesty would be angry, and her anger, even if it was only a trace of the thickness of her hair, was not something that an ordinary Giss Yankee could bear.

It is necessary to keep up and make these two enemies pay the price, if not to defeat them, but to do their part......

......

The Sixth Hell is definitely the least hiking place to visit, there is nothing to call a road, and the ground is full of cliffs and porous caves. Rolling stones roll out of one cavern, roar around the surface, and then roll into another. The small crater erupted white and black smoke with red magma, creating a web-like riverbed on the main road.

Every one is an obstacle, because the devils with a little strength never move forward on the ground, as long as they raise their heads, they can see a figure from time to time, sweeping in one direction, where an extremely high castle is reflecting the blood-colored copper light. The Gothic tower was craggy and staggered, and black smoke billowed from the top of the tallest magic tower, conjuring up the black fleshy wings of the devil. It was the protection circle of the Bronze Castle, and all the areas under the black shadow of the wings would be punished by the forces of justice. (To be continued......)