savior epic

Chapter 92 The Divine Comedy
The more she walked in hell, the stronger Chen Yi felt the call for "salvation".

The divinity also became more and more intense.

Moore led the way, and not long after, they saw the scorching hot magma, a huge creature with a human head and a chicken body lying on a pumice rock, its body was baked to a bright color.

Chen Yi saw dozens of chickens surrounding its body, constantly pecking at the fragrant carcass.

"The Lord of Faith, the Lord of Salvation," Moore pointed at the creature, and said, "That's a chicken man. It was originally just an ordinary rooster, but it became a chicken man after being enlightened by some blessing."

"Why did it fall into hell?"

"Oh, when it was still a chicken, it ate the leftover grilled chicken from the owner's house." Moore took the other half of his jaw and said with a big laugh: "It happened to be its mother's, mother, it tasted like mother's taste."

The poet righted his jaw, which had almost fallen off from laughing.

He said again: "Because of this sin, it has to suffer from being pecked at by its own children."

The creature with a human head and a chicken body suddenly howled sharply. It turned out that a chicken pecked through the crispy skin and bit into the internal organs.

"Honorable you, do you want to taste this meat? I guarantee that the meat is delicious. Its crispy skin and tender meat are one of the few enjoyments in this hell." Moore said graciously.

Chen Yi shook her head.

They move on.

Walk through solidified basalt and over hot magma.

Hearing the sound of clanging, it kept ringing.

Moore looked up, exclaiming that he was standing in the tall shadows.

Chen Yi also looked up, there was a giant blacksmith, he knelt on the ground, covered his face with an iron block, sealed his eyes and mouth, and put his hands into the waterfall of magma.

He noticed those two, turned his head, and looked over.

Chen Yi looked at Moore.

Moore did not introduce directly, but called out to him:

"You innocent blacksmith,
Forge countless magical weapons,
How many lives have been taken away? "

Hearing this, the giant blacksmith painfully twisted his head covered by the iron block, and raised his hands.

With his palms full of magma, he grabbed the edge of the thick iron block and heated it until it was red and soft. Just now, it was still hard from the cold.

He violently pulled the iron block from his face, pulling out the flesh, and in the bloody face,

I don't know how many pieces of meat are condensed and lifeless.

The hideous skull was exposed, and he faced Moore and Chen Yi.

"You don't have to say, you don't have to say,

Angels and spirits alone are thirty and one,

I suffer, I feel guilty,
No peace every day and night. "

As he spoke, he put the masked iron block into the magma.

Wait until it is soft, then stick it on the cheeks, and send it to the eyes and mouth.

He stuck the iron block on, and soaked the sinful hand in the hot magma to accept the baptism.

The giant ignored Moore and Chen Yi.

Walk past the giant blacksmith, and the lava waterfall.

As a guide, Moore led Chen Yi down another step.

I saw thousands of galloping horses head-on, and more than ten thousand iron chains, dragging a skinny man in Chinese clothes on the ground full of spikes, constantly scratching his skin and peeling off the little flesh .

"I'm innocent, I'm innocent, I'm their king, their king!" the man howled.

The man in Chinese clothes almost drained all the blood from his body, and the sharp ground thorns were all stained with blood.

"Why did you fall into hell?" Chen Yi asked him.

The man was in pain and couldn't hear.

"Prince of Faith, Lord of Salvation," the poet pointed to him,
"He can't answer you, so listen to me.

He was originally a tribal hero, but he listened to demagoguery,
It is the greatest sin to think that people must have kings.

It is arrogance and greed, which destroys people's natural virtues.

Thunder came down from heaven as a warning, but he mistakenly thought he was crowning his kingdom.

He became the world's first king,

So come to this result. "

Chen Yi stared at the man in rich clothes, and found that the shackles in the shape of a crown were connecting him with the iron chain.

He grasped the shackle crown tightly with both hands, holding it tightly, never loosening it.

"When will he dye this whole hell red,
At some point, he atoned for his sins. "

Moore concluded.

The poet stepped forward, clasped his fingers together, put them to his mouth, took the half of his jaw, and blew a mistuned whistle.

Two galloping horses broke free and came before them on spikes.

Chen Yi and the poet got on the galloping horse.

They galloped across the spiky land and saw countless suffering souls.

Hell went down another level.

A gust of wind passed by.

Chen Yi and the poet got off their horses and drove them back.

The poet seems to be very familiar with this place, and he runs ahead.

Chen Yi and the poet walked down from the mound.

They heard a long and faint sigh from a distance.

It was a ranger tied to a stone tablet and pierced with a sword by a piece of flesh dressed as a child.

The poet said that he didn't know him, so he had to ask him in person.

They walked over, even though they were repeatedly pierced by the blade, the ranger just sighed.

"Why did you fall into hell?" Chen Yi asked.

Seeing a visitor, the ranger quietly said:

"You are not like the spirits here, you should be innocent people,

But it's going to hell, even with a good heart like me. "

Moore was dissatisfied, and raised his voice: "Pay attention to your wording, He is the king of faith and the Lord of salvation."

"What did you do?" Chen Yi asked.

"Look at these children who stabbed me." said the bound ranger, "I was their benefactor."

"Benefactor?" Moore was puzzled, he glanced at the ghosts who pierced the ranger,

"It's clearly a matter of hatred,
These ghosts are so angry. "

The ranger sighed again, his eyes full of sadness,
"These children are the breed of whores.

He often sleeps on the street and lives under discrimination.

They are so pitiful, they are so pitiful. "

This made Chen Yi and Moore even more puzzled.

"I am the ranger of Renzo, with a long sword at my side when I travel,
Taking advantage of the night, I stabbed them to death, bleeding all over the ground. "

Moore screamed loudly and cursed:
"Why did you slaughter these children, why are you so despicable?"

"I clearly helped them out, they are really pitiful!"

The Ranger retorted loudly.

"This is obviously a good thing, why can't anyone understand?"

The ranger cried and sighed again:
"Instead they wanted to impale me and torture me.

That's all, the world doesn't know good from evil,
No one dares to get my hands dirty and unclean like I do. "

Chen Yi and Moore ignored the ranger.

Continuing down, they went to see the rest of hell.

This nether world has all kinds of sins.

The souls who could not escape were weeping all over the place.

They walked to the last level of hell, before the closed bronze gate.

There is a three-headed hellhound.

It has three throats, an oily and dark beard, and countless ghosts crawling under its feet.

It enjoys a deep sleep.

Chen Yi looked up at the familiar bronze gate.

On both sides of the door, there are poems carved.

【Through me, enter the city of pain; through me, enter the pit of eternal misery; through me, enter the people lost forever. 】

This is from The Divine Comedy.

Chen Yi had a vague guess about the identity of the Lord of Suffering.

Moore stared at the three-headed dog by the door.

"It is the watchdog of the last level of hell, guarding the most cherished hell of the Lord of Suffering." Moore introduced, "Let's sneak past and don't wake it up."

After going through so many hells, at this moment, Chen Yi did not continue to follow Moore.

He just asked, "Moore, why did you go to hell?"

Moore trembled all over for a moment.

"Why do you call me Prince of Faith, Lord of Salvation? What do you know about me?"

Hearing this, Moore said cautiously, "You really want me to answer?"

"Answer me." His tone was calm.

"Why did I fall into hell?" Moore pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "I have my fault."

"What's wrong?"

"I asked the angel." The poet raised his lower jaw and squeezed out a smile, "And to deceive you, my name is Karl."

"I want to make a deal with the great you."

(End of this chapter)