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Chapter 174 Divine Placenta
The Empire of Dragons.

In the White Dragon territory, a large number of dragon souls are floating in the sky. However, compared to the souls in Lionheart City, the souls in the White Dragon territory are very similar to jellyfish in the sea. They float in the sky unconsciously and don’t react at all when they collide occasionally.

"Are they dead?" Suna stood on the hill, looking at the dragon souls floating in the sky without any reaction, like clouds blown by the wind. This made her have a subtle doubt whether the dragon souls here still had self-awareness.

Ximu pretended to think for a moment and suggested, "Why don't we try punching them?"

"Shouldn't the priority be to rescue your little princess?" Suna rolled her eyes slightly. The number of dragon souls in hell is at least several times more than that of the dragons in the world. If they accidentally stimulated the dragon souls, she and Akhtar would probably die here, with no possibility of survival.

"Then you wait here for me, I will sneak into Rhodes City to find Evelyn." Ximu smiled, and then ran towards Rhodes City without hesitation.

Suna, who stayed where she was, looked sideways at the chocolate-skinned Norma and the mare who had transformed into a human form.
"Sleipnir, are you not going to hide the fact that you can transform into a human form?"

"There's no need to hide it." The little mare explained, then grabbed a handful of fresh grass from the ground, put it in her mouth and chewed it. Then her beautiful eyebrows frowned and she immediately spit out the grass in her mouth.

"The tactile feedback in hell is different from that in the human world." Norma gave an explanation at the right time. "Unless you use your soul to chew the product of your memory, eating anything is like chewing air."

At this point, she smiled again.

"But the good thing is that we can't finish eating it. As long as the common memory in everyone's mind does not change, the consumed food will be replenished quickly."

"No wonder death believers want to come to hell." Suna also discovered the superiority of hell. There is no concept of hunger in this place because there is no way to finish eating food, which means there is no need to worry about the consumption of resources.

However, Norma was not happy about this and explained in a low voice:
"Precious food memories will be monopolized by the strong. Weak souls simply cannot chew on them endlessly."

"Can't you finish it?" Suna asked doubtfully, and then saw Norma lowering her head in frustration and explaining to her.

"But regeneration also takes time, and the fewer relevant memories there are, the longer it takes to regenerate. And the people who can remember delicious food in this world are only a minority."

"Isn't this too different from the real world?" Suna felt a little regretful. She felt sad that people couldn't live freely after death. She thought that people in hell could enjoy unlimited delicacies that they couldn't imagine when they were alive.

"There is no such thing as hunger in hell." Norma shook her head and pointed at the giant dragon soul floating in the sky. "Even if you don't eat anything, you won't feel hungry. In addition, hell doesn't allow people to die again after death, so people don't need to worry about the crisis of death. It doesn't matter if you sleep or bask in the sun all the time."

"Isn't this pretty good?" The little mare felt that the living environment in hell was not bad, and Norma raised her hand and pointed at the giant dragon soul floating in the sky.

"When a person doesn't need to eat, doesn't have any pressure to survive, and because of their soul body, they can't reproduce like they do in the real world, no matter who they are, they will become lazy."

The filly was silent for a moment, then asked, "What about listening to stories?"

In the present world, she doesn't need to worry about food, nor does she have the pressure of survival. She has no interest in reproduction, but she really likes to listen to stories to pass the time.

In response, Norma nodded and said, "In hell, making up stories and listening to stories is a very good way to kill time. However, if you stay in hell long enough, not only will you get tired of hearing stories, but you will also find stories boring because you have no need to reproduce, survive, or eat."

The survival rules for souls in hell are completely different from those in the world. Here, because there is no death and no hunger, there will be no conflicts due to survival resources, and it will naturally become very boring.

If hell is likened to a game with no punishment and not much reward, then people who stay in this game will sooner or later become bored and turn into souls floating in the sky as long as they play long enough.

"Without the pressure of survival, would things turn out like this?" Suna raised her hands to cover her pretty face, feeling it was difficult to understand.

Her common sense clearly told her that living in hell was a very happy and good life, as there would be no death or hunger. However, after eliminating these terrifying conditions, people became bored and empty.

at the same time.

In Road Town.

The back garden of the palace.

"Are you the wife of White Dragon King?" Ximu jumped off the eaves and looked at the white-haired wife sitting under the parasol. She was holding a cup of black tea in one hand, and her delicate face was full of surprise. She was surprised at the sudden appearance of a living person.

But she reacted quickly.

"Is that Akhtar?" The white-haired wife smiled gently, asked Akhtar to sit down, and then poured him some hot tea.

Ximu picked up the teacup and took a sip. The hot tea in his mouth burst out with a taste that was no different from real black tea.

This doesn't mean that he has become a soul, but because the silver-haired lady has infused magic into the black tea, allowing him to experience the flavor while still having a body.

“Madam, I’m here to take Evelyn’s soul away.” He put down the teacup and explained to the white-haired woman.

However, the white-haired wife shook her head when she heard this: “I’m sorry to disappoint you, there is no way I can let you take Evelin’s soul away.”

She learned about the reality through the soul of the dead dragon and knew that the man in front of her was the object of her daughter Evelyn's affection.

I also know that this man has no ill intentions.

"Why?" Ximu frowned, and saw the white-haired wife quickly waving her hands and anxiously explaining to him.

"Evelyn's soul is not in Rhodes City. She was taken away by the Apostle of Hell before I went to Hell and imprisoned as an abnormal thing."

"Treaten as an abnormal thing?" Ximu asked in pretended confusion, but there was no surprise. Regarding the plot of the quest line of bringing back the white-haired Lolita, the important thing is not the white-haired Lolita itself. She is more like an opportunity to lead to the hell story line. It can not only help players determine their position, but also help players trigger the related secrets of hell.

For example, the story about the Witch of Creation sealed in the lowest level of Hell, the significance of Hell to the gods, and the true power of the Omniscient God.

"Akhtar, do you think Evelyn is...dead?" the white-haired wife asked Akhtar, and then answered herself, "Her soul has arrived in hell, but her body is still alive. There are two states of life and death, which is abnormal for hell, so Evelyn's soul was taken away by the apostles of hell."

Ximu fell silent.

The white-haired wife kept smiling gently when she saw this. She knew that it was a very remarkable thing that Akhtar could go through hell for his daughter. Even if Akhtar gave up now, it was worth her thanking Akhtar.

Madam, you don't want your daughter's soul to be imprisoned as an abnormal object, do you?

Of course, he couldn't say that. Ximu exhaled, looked at the elegant and dignified wife sitting opposite him, and asked, "Madam, you must have thought about how to take back your daughter's soul, right?"

"If it was before, there would be no chance." The white-haired wife pursed her lips and explained to Akhtar, "But recently, the gods of hell suddenly allowed a certain number of souls to go to the deeper hell. As long as we go through the opened hell tunnel, we will have a chance to enter the lowest level of hell and take back Evelyn's soul."

"What should we do?" Ximu spoke briefly and to the point. He didn't want to understand why the gods of hell wanted to open the hell tunnel. It was meaningless to him. It would be better for him to let his white-haired wife tell him how to go to the bottom of hell.

"Please don't be so anxious." The white-haired wife was slightly stunned and wanted to continue to explain more information so that Akhtar could better understand the situation in Hell.

But Ximu waved his hand:

"Ma'am, I don't have much free time in Hell."

"Yes." The white-haired wife swallowed the information she wanted to tell, and began to talk about how to go to the bottom of hell. "If you want to enter the bottom of hell, you need to put on the cloak of the dead to escape the pursuit of the apostles of hell, and then take the initiative to sign up to go to the deeper hell. Only then will you have a chance to go to the bottom of hell."

"What should we do?" Ximu asked, and saw the white-haired wife close her eyes. Then a floating red dragon in the sky suddenly woke up, and then flew rapidly towards the direction of the palace, and turned into a human form after landing.

His red hair was tied into a small strip and fell down the back of his head, but his eyes were very indifferent, as if they had lost all emotion.

This is not indifference or ruthlessness, but simply a boring life that has wiped out all his passion, causing his eyes to be extremely indifferent and he seems to have no interest in anything.

"You are Akhtar, right?" Chilong looked at Akhtar, his lips curled up with interest, "I am the cloak of the dead that you need to wear. To put it in simple terms, let my soul wrap you up and give people the illusion that you are dead."

"Tesmaer, he is the former Red Dragon King of the Red Dragon Clan." The white-haired wife explained to Akhtar softly, "You just need to let the Red Dragon King put it on and wrap your body with his soul, so that you can go to the Hell Tunnel."

"..."

Ximu nodded, stood up and walked in front of the Red Dragon King, then took a step forward and overlapped with the Red Dragon King's body.

Then his appearance changed drastically, turning into the appearance of the Red Dragon King Tesmaar, and his aura changed from that of a living person to that of a dead person.

After moving his hands and feet, he found that his strength had been temporarily enhanced. That strength did not come from himself, but from the soul of the Red Dragon King.

"The Red Dragon King will tell you what to do next." The white-haired wife stood up and bowed to Akhtar. "I'm sorry, as Evelyn's mother, I can't go to the bottom of hell with you."

Having said this, she smiled gently again.

"But as Evelyn's mother, I approve of your relationship with Evelyn and sincerely wish you happiness in the future."

“That depends on what Evelin thinks.” Waving his hand, Akhtar hurriedly vacated the air without chatting too much with the white-haired wife.

“It’s good to be young.” The white-haired wife chuckled and sat down again. As Evelyn’s mother, she was not allowed to go to the hell tunnel at all, otherwise she would also like to go to the bottom of hell with Akhtar.

after a while.

In front of a deep black hole.

The Apostle of Hell sat at the table, looking at the two people standing together, namely the Red Dragon King Tesmaer and the human Norma, and casually stamped his seal and said:
"Once you go down, you are not allowed to come back."

"Let's go." Ximu nodded slightly and looked at Norma who was standing at the edge of the hell tunnel waiting for him. No... to be more precise, it was Suna in Norma's skin.

He came to Suna, they held hands tightly, and then went underground into the hell tunnel.

History is going backwards.

As the two bodies fell, past history flashed by frame by frame, and many different civilization landscapes appeared, which corresponded to the descriptions in history books.

This is a history book of hell, dividing hell into layers according to people's memories, preserving the past like a history book.

Until they came to a more special layer of hell.

Plague Church.

"What an interesting combination." The Hell Messenger, who was wearing a nun's uniform, looked at the man and the dragon that suddenly appeared, nodded with satisfaction and said:

"You are welcome to contribute to the resurrection of the Plague Goddess."

"What do you mean?" Ximu asked coldly, his red pupils reflecting the firelight, but the hell messenger in nun's clothes was not panicked at all.

As a messenger of hell, she has privileges in hell and can obtain support from hell itself. She has a strong control over the dead. Unless it is a soul at the level of a demon or a witch, she does not need to worry at all.

However, souls at the level of demons and witches would never be able to enter hell and would be completely destroyed in the human world.

“Gods are born according to the beliefs of the times.” The Sister of Hell turned around and led the two out of the church, only to see people infected with the plague everywhere outside the cult.

"Each layer of hell is divided into different landscapes of different eras. As long as there are enough souls that sneak into the corresponding layer of hell and replay everything that happened in the past era, the dead gods can be reborn."

She explained it this way.

"You can understand that each layer of hell is a 'god' embryo. As long as there are enough souls invested and the scenery of past times is replayed, the embryo of a god can be artificially created."

"That's a really good method." Ximu came to the side of the Hell Sister and asked with a cold smile, "Is there a corresponding layer of Hell where the Omniscient God was born?"

"Hmph, that's not something you can know." The Sister of Hell snorted lightly and reached out to touch the forehead of the man next to her, trying to strip away his memories and then implant relevant memories of this era.

However, it failed.

The Hell Sister's expression froze as she stared at the indifferent man in front of her, wondering if it was too late to escape now.

(End of this chapter)