savior epic

Chapter 91
"Salvation" was trembling, as if there was something worth saving in this hell.

Chen Yi walked on the bloody water.

The flame in his hand was weak, but it was the only light.

Following the flowing blood, Chen Yi raised her eyes.

A five-year-old boy crawled forward on his knees, his mouth opened sluggishly, and foul-smelling blood flowed from his mouth.

On the thin neck of the boy who had lost all color, there was a thick illusory hemp rope, which was strangled with deep bloodstains.

The boy was strangled to death by his father.

And the hemp rope is still tightening.

Following the hemp rope, Chen Yi looked towards the end of the rope.

With a ghostly laughing face, the boy's father laughed and strangled him to hell.

The boy is like his donkey and horse, and his father is like driving an ox cart, pulling him far away, and the boy is pulling the disabled him forward.

He waved his hand, and the boy's father disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

Chen Yi walked to the side of the boy.

The boy looked up, full of confusion,

Chen Yi bent down slightly,
His eyes flashed with greed.

Baring his fangs, the boy struggled to get up, his knees twisted inwards, and he rushed over, trying to snatch the fire and light.

Then, he too dissipated.

It was not he who was worth saving.

Chen Yi continued to walk on the ground of hell.

Those ghosts rushed over like locusts.

They went towards him, looking up, they were full of fierce hatred.

As he walked, he waved away.

Despair was among tens of thousands of ghosts, they howled and wept, watching Him annihilate themselves together with despair.

He walks in his own light and shadow.

Those ghosts were like moths to the fire, and were annihilated in the fire again.

They crowded the horizon in a black mass that seemed endless.

At last they fell to the ground in fear and gave way to a road.

Pass over these ghosts.

Continuing to move forward, Chen Yi felt a gloomy gaze staring at her closely.

Looking back, a barbarian wearing animal skins and holding a stone ax followed far behind him.

Chen Yi didn't care about him. The strong wind came from all directions, destroying the barren land. The ghosts in the distance were peeled off layer by layer by the strong wind, and they wailed endlessly. This nether world was full of devastation.

And He stands in the wind.

As He walked, the more the wind roared, the more the earth trembled.

Out of place, he walks in hell.

The hideous monsters hidden in the darkness stare fearfully.

Their appearance distorts and frightens them, and freezes them on the ghost's face.

Chen Yi found that Sen Han, who had just been dispelled, followed her past, and was quickly overrun by the darkness behind her in the blink of an eye.

In the distance, the land without fog showed the outline of the cliff.

He hears from far away rocky cliffs,

Someone shouted against the wind,

"Put that fire and light away, it's making our world whine and dread."

Chen Yi was startled, she never thought that the fire that she ignited at will for lighting would have such consequences.

Just now he was accepting the guidance of "Salvation".

"Salvation" also brings divinity in a constant flow.

Chen Yi put away the firelight and walked towards the cliff.

Under the bloody stone cliff, an unkempt, blood-stained man was impaled on several sharp wooden stakes.

He raised his face, but because half of his jaw was forcibly pierced, he could only move the other half of his jaw.

"You disturbed this pool of stagnant water." When the man spoke, black blood splashed from his jaw.

"Who are you?" Chen Yi asked.

"I am a poet. Because of my talent, I was imprisoned here by the Lord of Suffering," the man said with endless sorrow, "writing poems for hell."

Then, under Chen Yi's gaze, he tried his best to sink his body, and tried his best to kneel on the ground. With force from his body, he squeezed his head and kowtowed.

"Please, please, give me a line of poetry, my talent is exhausted, I don't want to suffer this torture forever," he wailed, with blood pouring out of his eyes, "As long as there is a line of poetry, I can break free These stakes, enjoy a moment of freedom."

"why?"

"I can be your guide and take you through hell."

"it is good."

Hearing the words, the man was ecstatic, with blood and tears streaming down his face.

Chen Yi looked around this desolate hell, and said calmly: "Jealousy, greed, and arrogance are the three sparks that burn people's hearts."

This is from The Divine Comedy.

The man raised his face, and the wooden stake that pierced his body retreated slowly as if he heard an order. He put his hands on the ground, and Chen Yi saw those dark bloody holes, densely packed.

The man stood up and straightened half of his jaw. On the other side, he howled in pain and made a shrill voice, breaking it off and throwing it on the ground.

"Oh, Lord of Faith, Lord of Salvation, I should call you like this." The man dug out the words of praise in his mind, "That sentence is so philosophical, I can't even write three of them."

Prince of faith, Lord of salvation.

This is the name given to the Lord God of the True Religion in ancient times.

"Let's go, take me to hell." Chen Yi said lightly, "I'm going to meet the Lord who created hell."

Be the Lord.

The man trembled all over, he straightened his broken body, and introduced himself: "My name is Moore, and I will take you on a tour of the nine hells."

Chen Yi ignored her, turned her head, pointed at the barbarian who had been following her and asked, "Who is he? Why is he following me?"

Moore carefully identified the barbarian, turned to Chen Yi and said in surprise, "He doesn't have a name, but I recognize him!"

"Ok?"

"He was the first man to use fire in the world, and although he brought light, he also destroyed human virtue,
lead to greed.Therefore, they fell into hell and suffered eternal pursuit.

He is trying to chase the fire in your hand. "

Moore said with a tone.

Seeing that they found him, the savage turned hastily and ran away.

Chen Yi saw him go away.

"Let's go," he said.

Moore led the way, and soon they came to a dark field.

A group of ghosts dressed as trackers, who tow a huge gray wooden boat.

On the ash wooden boat, a hairy little man was pressing a wooden pulp that was out of proportion to his figure.

"Riga, this noble being and I want to cross the River of Styx." Moore raised his head and said to the villain.

Riga glared at him angrily, then looked Chen Yi up and down, showing a courteous smile.

"Two gold coins, two gold coins." He rubbed his hands together.

Moore took out two gold coins stuck to the intestinal wall from his stomach, and threw them onto the ash wooden boat.

After Riga took it, he lowered the boat ladder.

They boarded the ship.

Chen Yi looked down and saw the muddy trackers walking towards the center of the river, pulling the huge boat.

On the gloomy river water, there are faces floating one after another.

"What crime did they commit?" Chen Yi asked pointing at the trackers.

"They were trackers from all over the world,

But unwilling to endure hardship, lazy all day long,

Therefore, I fell here to support the ship. "

Moore said with contempt in his eyes.

The huge gray wooden boat sailed to the other side very quickly.

Those trackers, several of them were missing.

He and Moore got off the boat, and Chen Yi found that the other side of the river was lower than before.

"This is another hell, and we will continue to go deeper." Moore introduced at the right time.

Chen Yi nodded.

"It's not just those who believe in the Temple of Suffering." Then, Moore said: "Everyone will fall into hell, but those who have committed the most serious crimes will fall deeper.

And in different hells, you have to suffer differently. "

　Thanks for the reward of 1500 starting coins from the beacon of destiny, 15 black iron alliances.

　　The day after tomorrow should be 3000 words for one update, and two updates.

　　For someone like me who can only write 1200 words an hour, it's a bit exhausting
　　
　
(End of this chapter)