The feeling of the world spinning was very intense, as if something was stirring rapidly in his thoughts, which made Archangel Trafford confused, and he couldn't think normally at all.

He had even forgotten what he had been doing and why he was in the situation he was in.

It wasn't until a faint smell of decay came that his broken thoughts gradually gathered completely, and he faintly remembered that he had been watching from hell before, and he felt a suction force for some reason.

Then, there was a long period of fainting.

Until now......

"What's going on?"

The stench was disgusting, and there were constant bursts of swelling and pain all over the body.

After waking up from his vertigo-like trance, Trafford was in disbelief.

Because whether he is watching from hell or disguised as an emperor in the human world, he exists as a conscious body.

Normally, this way of being is not smelly or tactile, let alone physically painful.

But now, not only did he feel this, but he also found that the power he originally held seemed to be ...... Missing?

Realizing a possibility, Trafford shuddered and quickly opened his eyes.

Then he discovered that as an archangel, he actually had a human body!

It's still a body in extremely poor condition!

The joints are stiff and aging, the lower body is unconscious, and when the eyes are opened, only one eye has a normal field of vision, and the other does not feel the slightest light and environmental scene.

Scanning his surroundings, he found that the current environment was also very harsh.

Surrounded by damp black rock walls, the space is cramped, as if you are in the basement of an ancient castle.

The light was dim, the lower body was covered with messy straw, and the body was covered with a dirty blanket, the swelling and pain came from all parts of the body, and the stench of decay that I had smelled before came from the numb lower limbs.

When I lifted the blanket, I saw that there were several bruises and purple wounds on my legs without pants, faintly exposed, as if they had been eaten by mice, and they were already pus and rotten.

"Where am I?"

This situation was so special that Trafford frowned unconsciously.

A moment ago, he was still observing the situation in hell, but now he has inexplicably become a human being......

Don't even think about it, this matter must have something to do with Lucifer.

After all, before that, the last scene he saw from hell was the seven young dragons roaring up to the sky.

And the young dragon would be none other than Lucifer.

But who could think of the murderer, but the murderer's method was difficult for him to understand.

Everything around is an illusion?

Or was his will forced to attach to the body of some human being for some reason?

The former is unlikely.

As an archangel, even if he loses his strength now, his eyesight and experience are still there, and it is impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.

And in fact, he didn't really lose his power completely.

When he felt it carefully, Trafford could find that his soul had not undergone essential changes, and the power of the spirit body in his soul had not diminished.

Now it's just that for some reason it doesn't work.

It was as if there was a kind of ubiquitous barrier in the surrounding world, forcibly isolating his spiritual power from the depths of his body......

So the answer can only be the latter - he was forcibly stuffed into this body by Lucifer!

Just, why do you want to do that?

The strength of this kind of spirit power being sealed doesn't seem to be what Lucifer should have......

From the archangel who was high up, he was beaten down into an ordinary person in a miserable situation, this situation was the first time he had encountered it, and it was inevitable that he was a little uncomfortable.

It didn't take long for Trafford to pick himself up and decide to figure out where he was first.

However, it is a pity that his body is now paralyzed, and he has no way to do anything other than scan his surroundings with one eye.

But despite the restrictions on movement, Trafford's existing capabilities alone can already make Trafford see some eyebrows.

The dark yellow "straw bed" under him looked exactly like the rice straw, but if you could distinguish it slightly, you could see that it was a little different from the kind of plant he knew in the past.

A candle burning quietly next to it is not made of modern paraffin wax, but when burning, it smells of animal fat.

And the gray linen shirt worn by Trafford's upper body is even more retro, which is completely different from the style of the era he perceives-

By all indications, he was in an "ancient" environment.

Ancient, and strange.

Because on the rock wall against it, and on the surface of a closed wooden door not far away, there are some special words that are faintly engraved.

There was something abstract that never existed in his memory.

So a hesitant thought flashed through Trafford's mind.

"It's ...... Some subspace? ”

Subspace relies on the existence of the human world, and hell and heaven belong to this ranks.

In addition, there are some remnants of the Kingdom of God, secret realms, and so on, which also belong to the scope of the subspace.

Some are ownerless, while others are controlled by powerful beings.

And those subspaces that have owners often have different styles according to the preferences of their respective owners.

Therefore, if for some reason, he was teleported into some ancient subspace, which was beyond Trafford's cognition.

As for the strangeness of words, it is better to understand, and it is not difficult to invent language.

It's just that......

Although this speculation was quite reasonable, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

What was wrong with it, because there was no way to find out more, he couldn't say.

A vague intuition told him that the surroundings seemed to ...... him Is there hostility?

"What the hell is Lucifer doing?"

Trafford became wary as a result.

He could not understand where this hostility was coming from.

After being on guard for a long time, there was no other movement at all except the crackling sound of the candle burning beside him.

It's as if that feeling is a complete illusion.

However, whether it was a delusion or not, the archangel felt that he could no longer be passive.

Because as time passed, as his emotions became tense for a long time, his mind, which was still sober, became drowsy again.

But this drowsiness was not the same thing as what he encountered at the beginning.

The former is on the soul level, but at the moment it is because of the body - this body is too weak, and his spirit body is in the "seal".

Even his state was affected by his body......

So, after taking one last look at the dimly lit basement environment around him, Trafford gritted his teeth and slammed his forehead against the wall behind him!

(End of chapter)