"Although you are no longer a mortal now, it is because of this...... The trunk of Yugathira is distributed in almost all planes of goodness and order, and is highly repulsive to other types of beings, even with a small amount of chaotic features, it can be blocked by celestial treants and dryads, unless you have a very good reason. Because the World Tree has his will, he doesn't like to be treated as a path, this strong will will block all spatial teleportation near him, plus all the divine power of Azus Xià is now accompanied by him, so forcibly pulling it may be possible, but it will cost the Lord of the Nine Hells quite a lot of power. ”

"You're saying that the Lord of the Nine Hells is not lying in this respect?"

Edward's eyes narrowed.

Yugathira, a vast and boundless tree, rooted in the realm of elves and the homes of the dwarves, runs through the Gates of the Moon, the Temple of Bright Water, the Golden Hills and the Temple of Knowledge, and extends to the Heart of the Spell and the Temple of the Three Gods and the Verdant Fields...... Its branches are one of the few pathways in the multiverse that communicate multiple levels, somewhat similar to the River Styx and the Endless Ladder, though it is only half the size compared to the other two massive systems that claim to connect all levels of the entire multiverse......

That's part of what Edward knows—apparently, his knowledge of this universe is as shallow as Ariel says. He had never heard of the will of the World Tree.

However, the usual spatial teleportation has no effect on it, which is an interesting feature.

"If it's normal, I mean if the Lord of the Nine Hells can concentrate all his strength. Or he could use some drastic tactics, but now he had to take care of the battle situation in Heavenly Mountain...... If there is a lot of attrition in his strength, Heavenly Mountain will inevitably sound the horn of counterattack. So. This should also be the way to go. ”

"Is it a solution? we calculate him, let him consume as much energy as possible, so that he can't take care of me?" Edward sneered softly, "It's impossible for the Lord of the Nine Hells not to calculate this, your method is too simple." ”

"If it's in the process, someone ...... Excuse me. That's it...... Failed, do you think this can be regarded as a dereliction of duty on the part of the Lord of the Nine Hells?"

The Blazing Divine Servant spoke slightly, as if he was very unaccustomed to what he was thinking. But the meaning of her words made Edward look up.

"It's not that it's not out of the question. As long as you sign the contract...... Who's going to bother, though? Are you?"

"It could also be said to be me. But with the usual approach of the Lord of the Nine Hells, this may not be successful. "However, the World Tree is ...... after all"

Her words stopped.

Because Edward suddenly raised his head slightly, that moment. Ariel's vision seemed to be dominated by a patch of silver, the silver that came from Edward's pupils. It's just two subtle flickering dots, but at the moment, it seems to occupy all the ...... The surrounding qiē has been swallowed up by this silver!

Aielel subconsciously turned his head suddenly.

Luckily, the silver sheen didn't seem to be directed at her...... The silver in the field of vision dissipated, but in the room as usual, a thunderclap sounded.

No. In fact, it was a very subtle cracking sound. It was like the soft sound of shattering crystal, but the sound was so grand, it swept through the surrounding qiē like a storm, penetrating into the most subtle storage zài of every deposit......

Just like the illusion, the moment Iriel's pupils retracted, that qiē ended.

......

Bang!

A crystal in front of Glesia exploded!

The fist-sized crystal split into shards like a thick mist, but it erupted like an eruption, slamming into Glesia's face!

The devil's princess frowned slightly, and an invisible pale red blocked in front of her, but only to hear a click, the eruption of crystal mist collided with pale red, and it was instantly exploded into countless pieces, and although the crystal mist also lost most of it, the remaining part still rushed towards Glesia like an arrow!

In a moment's time, a hand reached out from the side, blocking the crystal mist.

Tartac snorted softly and slowly withdrew his hand, but a bright red was already pouring out of his white palm. The blood mixed with the crystal fragments looked slightly flickering, and it was unexpectedly gorgeous, but Tartac's brow was furrowed.

If he hadn't happened to be standing by Grathea's side, the blood might have come out of Gracia's face. As you can imagine, the blood ...... No matter how shiny it is, it won't be showy.

Therefore, in Tartack's gaze, Glesia's face at the moment was also extremely ugly.

"Obviously, Princess, he is not satisfied with this approach, and your subordinates are certainly not as strong as they boast of themselves. Tartac shook his hand casually, and the blood ignited in the air, and the strong smell of sulfur filled the surroundings, and with the ignition of this fire, there were several muffled sounds around him!

Several Giss Yankees fell to the ground like stakes in a circle, blood gushing from their features, mixed with unrecognizable yellow-white sticky, while a little farther away, more Giss Yankees huddled together, chilling, their flat faces tinged with a look of fear that could be read in stark contrast to their ornate armor.

"What the hell is going on?"

Grathea's face changed slightly, and then she smiled.

Her smile was so charming, and her sweet voice was full of magic, so that all the people around her, in this hall where she was—the Gisyankees, the maidens of lust, the guards of fallen angels...... All living beings trembled.

Their gazes converged, and their expressions were replaced by confusion, followed by indescribable fanaticism.

"It's a spiritual shock, my majesty, my queen ......," a Gisyankee man shouted, kneeling down to the devil princess, "that man has found us and projected his power from the spiritual channel. His power is much stronger than ours, but we have nothing to fear, as long as you give us the order. We will ......"

His voice paused.

Because at this moment, his 'queen' suddenly stretched out a finger. With a flick of his slender fingertips, he straightened up sharply...... Then his fingertips fell, and his head smashed into the hard marble floor with a piercing cracking sound!

"A bunch of rubbish!" Glesia roared angrily, "I want people, crystals, this and that, I'll give you everything." But what about you! Nothing but useless nonsense has been found out for me! Psionics? He's called psionics, you're just a bunch of scum. A pile of! You abominable ......"

"陛xià. ”

Tartack's voice sounded at the right time, stopping the fate that the poor people were about to face: "They are not good enough, but don't you think it is enough for us? Remaining ...... We can leave it to Asmodes to deal with. Isn't that right?"

......

"That's right, just leave it to me. ”

Asmodeus smiled peacefully and said to Edward.

Edward didn't answer.

He just took a light breath and narrowed his eyes slightly, calming the grotesque and shocking feeling in his heart......

He didn't think he was inexperienced in plane travel, but obviously. In this pluralistic universe, so-called patterns always need more experience to fill in and tinker with them - when you decide that you have categorized everything. A gadget that pops out of nowhere can mess up all your phylums, families, genera, and species, and drive everyone who claims to be Darwin crazy.

For example, the swirling portal in front of them, which looked like a rainbow that they had just stepped out.

Two human-thick, brown tree branches arched and entwined, encircling the whirlpool, from which roots and vines drooped, and layers of leaves and branches gave the door a full natural breath, and at this moment, the vines were constantly extending and encircling, obscuring the rainbow-like vortex, and it seemed that soon this place would become one with its surroundings.

Blend in with the vibrancy.

In front of the fading portal was a wide passageway, about large enough to parallel the four most luxurious carriages, as smooth as if polished, but still visible soothing shades of wood inlays that extended into the thick green at the end of the view...... Lush tree branches stretch upwards from both sides of the road, and beyond this sparse shade is an endless sea of clouds.

All of them seem to be sending the strong impression of 'trees' into the mind of every observer.

"It's ......"

Retracting his gaze from the path that had merged into the greenery in the distance, Edward grunted lowly—but apparently, his surprise didn't stop there.

Or more surprise, still staying on the person in front of you.

To be precise, it's not a human, it's Asmodeus, the Lord of the Nine Hells, the King of Devils, and the Demon of All Demons...... A doppelganger.

"Why, Lord Edward, is there anything wrong with my appearance?" noticing the Psychic Warlock's gaze, the Devil King smiled and spoke,

What's the problem?

Actually, it's nothing, except that it's a little too close to people......

Without the two pairs of curved corners like the signature, his height has shrunk to six feet and an inch, and his skin is pale with some ruddy color, although the style of the dark red robe and waistcoat looks a little ancient, but it just sets off an orthodox and elegant classical atmosphere, coupled with the thick sword eyebrows into the sideburns, the high nose bridge and the exquisitely groomed short beard, if any of the main material guys see this well-dressed gentleman in front of Edward at this moment, I am afraid that killing him will not associate him with the famous Lord of the Nine Prisons... ...

After all, at this moment, not only did this gentleman not have a trace of the evil aura that belonged to the devil, but there was even a little bit of positive energy, which emanated from the silver-inlaid wooden staff in his hand, making everyone around him gentle and comfortable. In contrast, Edward, dressed in a pitch-black robe, has become a representative of gloom and dullness.

"Okay, Your Majesty, so we'll leave it at that...... Walk to him?" Shaking his head as if to drive away the absurdity, Edward began.

There seems to be only one path ahead. But no matter forward or backward, Edward did not feel the peculiar aura of divine power...... Even the two paths that stretched to the end of his vision, except for the Lord of the Nine Hells standing in front of him. And beyond Elena, who followed him, there was no existence of a fourth creature.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid it's true, you know, dimensional passages are different from portals, they're more convenient and secure, but they're also more rigid. If you want to use it, you have to do it in a way. The avatar of the Lord of the Nine Hells raised the wooden staff in his hand, "However, I have planned our journey as well as I can. Our nearest destination, you see, is right there. ”

Edward's gaze moved, but he didn't see the so-called 'nearest destination'...... A grayish-red mass spreads out in view. Blocked most of the view. And then. He heard a high-pitched, thin, enthusiastic voice.

"Traveler, are you squeaky help, need squeak?"

The thing that made the sound fell to the ground, and then stretched out from the mass of short thick limbs and pointed black nose, as well as the oily and smooth gray-red tail, and the black eyes stared at the three people without blinking, and they were cute. Extraordinarily cute...... If it could be dozens of times smaller than it is now.

It resembles a squirrel, but is a little larger than a carriage and pack horse. Match the huge branches that stretch around you. Edward almost wondered if the Lord of the Nine Hells had made a mistake and had put himself in a giant plane.

"Thank you for your kindness, we don't need help. Astimors said, speaking at a rapid pace: "We know where to start and where to rest, where we have food, where we have food, where we have tents...... No matter what kind of trip we don't need. ”

"Squeak, but ......"

"There is no need for ancillary services, whether it is forging, grinding, repairing, waxing, or treating all kinds of diseases and injuries, as well as introducing mentors, companions, servants, sexual partners, and we are not interested in anything. ”

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

"Concentrate and don't look into its eyes. It's best to close your eyes. And don't speak, not in any language. Ending the conversation, the Lord of the Nine Prisons quietly passed a spiritual word to Edward, and at this time, the big squirrel in front of him lowered his tail and looked at the three people in front of him with two big black eyes.

"It's hard to imagine that there are such cute creatures in this world...... What the hell is this?"

Edward shook his head again as he watched the big mouse disappear in a puff of smoke, and by the way, he had lifted the psionic sound control and telekinesis - if it weren't for his quick reaction, Elena might have run to comfort the squirrel.

"That's the Lotatorsk Grey Squirrel, a helpful little thing that will help any traveler who is climbing the World Tree for the first time, guiding the way, offering services, and some say they are a kind of expression of the will of the World Tree. However, they are a little too enthusiastic, and if it were not for the talkative race like gnomes and halflings, it would be difficult to communicate with them pleasantly, and it would only cause a nervous breakdown, so there is no need to be with us who are not traveling alone, and who know how to move. ”

The Lord of the Nine Prisons chuckled.

"Well, then, let's hit the road, though not for a long distance. ”

It's not a long distance,

No sooner had they taken a dozen steps on the hard wood, and before Edward could even fully see the sea of clouds around him, the dense forest, and the great shadows looming in the distance, they had to stop again—like the squirrel, something brown abruptly stood in front of them.

The difference is that it does not fall from the sky, but grows from the ground...... The wood of the ground stretched outward, and the soft clay shaped the image of a woman, and the elf was slender and delicate, and her hair was as green as the leaves around her. She was almost naked except for the foliage and cane that surrounded a few points.

"Your purpose?"

She spoke, a pair of dark brown, crystal-clear eyes reflecting the faces of the three people: "Say it." ”

"We're going back to Heavenly Mountain. Asmodeus remained unmoved: "There is an evil attack there, and although we are weak, we want to do our best for justice." ”

The Tree Elf woman was silent, but after a split second she accepted the answer and dissolved into the trunk of the tree on the ground.

"What an adventure. ”

When the three of them took another step, Elena finally couldn't help but speak: "Could it be that the ...... of the World Tree?"

"Yes, miss, as a human being, you really have a lot of knowledge," the Lord of the Nine Hells smiled, "That's the World Tree Will incarnate. ”

"The so-called good and evil are just a skin, a standard of measurement, and they are not even fixed, but the funny thing is that the beings in this world always like to use them as a criterion for judgment. ”

"The same is true of Yugathira's standards, its simple will does not see anything, and can only be used as a standard according to the sporadic will that emanates from the soul, but it doesn't mean much to you and me, does it?"

Travellers' Union

The Travelers' Guild is a traveler's guild built on a ladder, and the world is full of people who can't stay in one place for a moment, and who naturally love to move around and explore. These people, who are curious about the unknown, form a loose alliance known as the Walkers' Union. (To be continued......)