Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

I engraved the language of God, the characters of God on my chest.I have hardly used healing magic since I came to hell. I have used it a few times in more emergency situations, but in most cases I avoid using healing magic, because it is a manifestation of God's mercy, and hell does not worthy of God's mercy.

But now, selfishly speaking, I'm a child of God and I need God's mercy to save me from the pain I've never surrendered to, and it's not surrendering now, it's just... the pain I never imagined What has passed has also exceeded the tolerance of the physical body, and has truly become a spiritual suffering.

As the magic formula took effect, I was relieved from the burning by a cool comfort, a gentle breeze from the Garden of Eden.That is the taste of home, and holy thoughts are spreading in my mind. I can't indulge myself in the harsh environment, it would be a betrayal of my compatriots and my family, but I still can't forget the beauty of tranquility, and I can only enjoy it a little bit at this most painful moment.

With the slow exhalation of a chaotic breath, my vision also returned to normal. What I saw in front of me was endless white. When my vision was blurred, I just saw a piece of white snow in front of me, and there was nothing else.But when my vision returned to normal, I looked around again...it was still white...nothing...

I sat sideways on the ground and looked around, only then did I realize that what made me feel the strong burning sensation was not just the foul-smelling stagnant water, but this space, and this entire space was a huge furnace. If it wasn’t for God’s benevolent magic protection, my skin would have been scorched by now.

Of course, this piece of snow is not nothing, I gently raised my hand, held up a handful of soft white sand, and the fine grains of sand scattered down the gap between my fingers.When I raised my head and looked around again, all this was no longer so unreasonable.

"sand……"

This is a pure space made up of sand, and all that can be seen as far as the eye can see is the snow-white sandy beach, but every grain of sand that is as white as snow exudes the fiery breath of magma in the deepest part of hell.

That's right, this is a magical space, a material world built in nothingness, built by people, and the people who built this space are not gods.

I stood up from the ground and looked up at the sky. It was all white and there was no crack. It seemed that this was a completely enclosed space. Once I entered, I couldn't get out again.

I am very curious who built such a space and why it was built, even if it is a demon like Goloy, no, even a great sin demon, it is quite difficult to build such a space and maintain its existence It is a difficult and impossible thing, which requires a lot of mana source, and no one can individually support the output of this mana source, not even me and Goloy.We may be able to output a powerful enough magic source, but we will definitely not be able to maintain this output.

"Hmm... I thought I had seen the most blasphemous thing. I didn't expect there to be more blasphemy than Goloy among the demons."

Since it is in such a space, the direction is naturally useless. This is not a space that can be thought with common sense, but a subjective space, a material space composed of consciousness. Here, the most essential essence of creation The point is manifested, that is, the world was created by the absolute will of God, and matter is only a manifestation of this will.Just like this space, I cannot use more precise language to describe the structure of the entire space, because that is impossible, this space has no common sense, and it is only a material expression of will.

I walked forward, just relying on my own feelings. After I calmed down, although my heartbeat was still chaotic, there must have been a pincer of suffocation before. Now it is much better. Belegia did not lie to me. Although I have already said it, I still can't help sighing that I can still get used to pain, and I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

After such a tossing, my clothes were all ruined, I left my shoes aside, and stepped barefoot on the soft sand, thanks to the merciful magic of God, I was able to do this, otherwise it would be self-defeating perish.I don't know what kind of situation will happen, and I am also used to the customs of the devil, so it feels a little awkward to be naked, so I wrapped a white cloth diagonally around my body, which undoubtedly reminded me even more. Days in heaven.

Now the only thing that guides my direction, besides God's will, is Lucifer's heart, which can feel that there is something in this space, and the closer I get to that thing, The more excited this heart is.

Along the way, I couldn’t help thinking about what the purpose of creating this space is. Obviously, this is not a comfortable place, more like a prison, so the purpose of creating such a place should be to imprison someone, because if If you just want to hide something, you don't have to create such a weird space.

And since this space is hidden in the crevice of the tortoise, it means that hiding should be the premise of this space, and we don't want anyone to find out, so it is built between the material gaps.

It's really smart, so smart that it makes me feel a little hairy. There are only a handful of demons with such intentions and execution in my impression, and no matter who they are...

In short, if you think about it this way, you basically have an idea. This is a hidden prison, and it is for detaining someone who cannot be found.

This reminds me of the Palace of Belial in the city of Gabriel. The palace itself is a huge magic map. Goloy named a monster "Asura"... Maybe it's called Asura, because the name is too strange, so I can't remember clearly. Goloy imprisoned that monster there.

This space is similar to the Palace of Belial. The difference is that this space is much more miserable than the Palace of Belial. No matter who is imprisoned here, their experience must be worse than that monster named Asura. .

I had no sense of direction. After walking in this space for a while, I found myself even more lost. No matter what scenery I saw, it was the same.

Speaking of how Beligeia is doing now, this guy really didn't come to save me, so I talked to her after that.

"..."

But what should I say, she is a devil and I am an angel, even if she wants me to die, it should be justified.

Damn, this kind of thing annoys me the most. I don't even know how to experience this conflicting feeling. On the one hand, I hate Belegia for not saving me, and on the other hand, I don't want her to save me. After all, we They are opposites. How can I tell which idea is right...

"Well!"

My thoughts were interrupted, my heart shook, and I trembled violently. I coughed violently without holding my breath.

"Cough cough!"

I choked on the ground with a mouthful of saliva. I bent down and wiped my mouth. It took me a long time to straighten up. Not to mention the concept of space, even the concept of time does not seem to exist in this place. How long have I been walking?

But since the heart has already sent out the induction, it means that I am not far from the goal, and it should be almost there.I don't have time to think about what's there or what's not. Instead, I focus on the predicament in front of me.

However, just as I took the next step, which was only one step away, when my toes touched the ground, I was stunned, as if I had come to another space. I don’t know how far this step has crossed , the next second, that shocking scene appeared before my eyes.

No matter how long I walked, when I raised my head, I found that I had actually come to the goal I was looking for, and I never thought that this thing in front of me was actually the... goal I was looking for...

Chapter 159. "Trees", "People"

This is a huge "tree", although it is a bit long-winded, but if I let go of the entanglement with the "tree" in front of me, then I don't know what direction to explain everything that follows.When I called the thing in front of me a "tree", it was based entirely on a similar conclusion drawn from the accumulation of life experience. What is a similar conclusion instead of a real conclusion?Just like when I see an unfamiliar word that I have never seen before, I will understand it as a word with a similar structure that I know. This is a similar conclusion.

And I can call this thing in front of me a "tree" only because it has tree-like branches and a tree-like trunk.However, it makes me think that this thing is not a tree, except that it seems to be some kind of fleshy skin tissue, and there are things like blood vessels on it, or the branches are slightly wriggling, no, no, everything else In addition to all these strange appearances, what really made me believe that this thing is not a tree, but the... "person" imprisoned in it.

God, why did you do this to me, I haven't figured out the tree problem, and then I have a personal problem!

This is a world without common sense, a world that should not exist at all. Thinking of this, my heart is filled with excitement and I can be a little more peaceful, but only slightly, and it will not make me to the point where my rationality collapses , but it is almost hovering on the edge of that danger.

Speaking of trees and people, I think about it, um, yes, that's it.The trunk of the tree is formed by crossing, like a net made of meat, which locks the body of the "person" tightly inside itself, as if assimilating with the tree because of staying here for too long. Think about such a scene, although I know it is difficult to imagine this kind of fantasy, just like a person standing next to a seed, waiting for this plant to germinate and then grow into a towering tree. During the growth of the tree, the person did not move a single step, and the tree naturally wrapped him in the growth process. In his own torso, the two merged into one.

This is almost what I see now, the man's body is chained, but the arms are directly integrated into the trunk of the tree.

The reason why I know he is imprisoned is because his posture is that of being hung in a prison, and I have also had this posture.Plus this meaty stuff...brings back the absurdity I experienced when I first came to hell.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then walked carefully to the tree.

He is alive, I have this feeling, this man is not dead, his heart is still beating.Looking at those thick twigs, it is not difficult to imagine that the supplies that sustain his survival are probably delivered by this tree.The tree is both an existence to imprison him and an existence to feed him.

It is stated in advance that half of this person's face is covered by the meat net of the book, and even the nose and mouth are invisible, as if wearing a mask, and he should be suffocated to death, but anyway, in such a In this state, I can't tell the gender of this person.

Just like the world itself, this strange world hidden in the chaotic emptiness must have been created by someone. Although this is in the realm of Enwei, a world like this in the void can ignore the physical limitations of the present world, so it cannot be concluded that it is related to the Leviathan family.

Although I don't deny the possibility.

I don't know what else I can do. Although I still have self-righteous reason in my mind, it is not enough to support all my actions, allowing me to recognize all these and make accurate judgments.The shock and doubts in my heart, even if I put them aside, the blows I encountered have already made me dizzy, my heart was covered with a black veil, and I could no longer see clearly.

I raised my hand, as if I had been lured by some kind of temptation, and lightly put my hand on the trunk of the tree. The moment my palm touched the surface of the trunk, my soul was shocked again. Like a monster waiting for a long-lost meal, the tree firmly swallowed my hand into its own mouth, and then began to wantonly usurp my magic source.

I subconsciously want to retreat, but half of my arm has been integrated into the trunk of the tree, so I can no longer run, but even so, this tree, like all creatures in hell, does not feel the slightest satisfaction, but intensifies, Showing a more greedy gesture, the branch immediately rushed towards me, entangled my leg and the other arm tightly, but this was only to restrict my movements.

Before I could struggle twice, the tree was about to "hug" me, my skin was completely attached to the cold and slippery "bark", and it began to open its body, as if it wanted to eat me completely go down.

What floats in my heart is not only the great pain, the lament for the injustice of my own fate has to be temporarily put aside in the face of life and death, and the manic anger that occupies my mind is even more overwhelming. When I was violated, the heart that had been trying to escape from my cowardly body became more active and restless.

In an instant, anger rushed into my head, and I made up my mind that even if I die, I will never be swallowed by such things. Such an ugly scum dares to bully and play with me as food.

I froze, and started to increase the output of the magic source on purpose. This strange tree was eating very vigorously at first, but when the output of the magic source was like a flood discharge dam, and even I couldn't stop it, it As if I had been choked hard, one of the tentacle branches suddenly threw off my wrist. Taking this opportunity, I stuck that hand on the surface of the bark again, and then... accompanied by A crimson light, hot air filled its torso.

Knowing that he had misunderstood the tree, he let go of me. Not only that, he shook his tentacles vigorously, trying to throw me away, but I deliberately entangled one of its tentacles, and continued the magic. enter.Soon, the tree began to struggle, and the fire was burning from the inside out. It opened all corners of itself, and threw me and the imprisoned person out beggingly.

But even so, it was still too late, the raging fire completely burned everything in it, although it could not speak or make a sound, but it was really rare to see a "tree" twisting its body and struggling, it was like dancing in a sea of ​​fire.Faced with such a scene, I couldn't help showing a smile. It was a vent of anger, not just my vent, but Lucifer's vent.The refreshment/feeling of trampling like this is unparalleled, I have never experienced it before, and it is more obvious that I can feel that such pleasure/feeling all comes from that heart.

Like myself, this heart is also watching this scene through my physical body.

"It's really overpowering, why do you think you have the ability to devour the magic source of that fallen angel?" Looking at the strange tree that was gradually being burned into charcoal and shrunk, I whispered like this.

Chapter 160. Descendants of Leviathan (Lipatia)

I stood there in shock, and the fog in my thoughts gradually receded, and what was revealed was still my pure and fragile will.Obviously he was so tough and brutal just now, but now he pretended to be weak, at least in terms of will, as if he deliberately forced his will to be weak and suffering in order to deceive someone.

I don't know how to explain it, because I believe that no one will believe me. Is it me or Lucifer, or is there some other strange thing parasitic in my body? All these are no longer strange to me. The weirdest has become the most common, the most absurd has become the most common sense, and the most absurd has replaced everything.

I stood there, my body seemed to be bound by some kind of power, but it was definitely not from outside power, and it was definitely not from Lucifer's power, but from my own power, a kind of fear and shame. I was restrained in place, and it seemed that as long as I dared to move my body, I would immediately receive an invisible blow.

Poor me, I was terrified. Recalling the ugly scenes just now, and the source of my own demons, this is not the first time I have been so close to death, but death is death, and no one will get used to death, because death is only once, and death is the destruction of everything. The sharpest things in the world are so vulnerable in the face of death.

No one wants to die, which is why people always say that death should belong to some people and not to others.

The one fell to the ground, his body twitched slightly, I stared at "him" with wide eyes, like a cold bystander, claiming not to be troubled by reality, but to calmly look at everything around him, but, except Apart from God being able to possess such absolute rationality, who would dare to falsely claim that he does not belong to everything in this reality.

I recognized at a glance that this person should be a descendant of the Leviathan family. If you want to ask why, the reason is obvious. Only half of this person's body is a human image, that is the upper body of this person, and as for the lower body of this person , but it is the body of a sea monster. The deep blue fish has scales as hard as armor. You don't need to touch it, you can tell it from a distance.It is not a whole body, the tail part looks a bit like "tentacles", or it grows...a total of seven tails of different lengths and thicknesses, like a "tree", with the surrounding branches surrounding the middle one trunk part.

I am not sure what exactly happened. The only thing that can be confirmed now is that this person has Leviathan blood, otherwise it would be impossible to evoke my fearful memories so deeply.People who have never seen Leviathan can't understand the unforgettable sense of fear. For a moment, all hopes are covered by the darkness brought by that huge body, even the sun has become an insignificant point of light in front of Leviathan.

I still remember the soul-shattering fear I felt when Leviathan showed her full face in the ancient hell. Her body covered almost the whole hell, writhing in the burning sky and the pouring blood rain.

I covered my chest with my hands, trying to stay calm. After a while, the man still didn't respond, but his body twitched occasionally, like a fish caught on shore suddenly.

I cautiously came to this person's side, then knelt down on both knees, and gently supported this person's body. The cold touch of the skin did not look like a living person at all. Perhaps it is most appropriate to say that this person is dead.There was no trace of blood on the pale skin, like a corpse that had been frozen for a long time.

I have never seen the gender of this person. The appearance can be said to be female or male. The long curly black hair makes the already handsome face lose its gender characteristics. The nose is small and tall. There is a hint of mystery hidden under the long, curved eyelashes, and the tightly closed lips are white. If it is not a corpse, then this person is more like an exquisite sculpture than a person. At this moment, only "" beauty" is a feature.

"Could it be that... this is Buno Farani's child..."

I couldn't help repeating this sentence, although it can't be said to be alike, but this kind of cold beauty did evoke my impression of Buno Farani.

Maybe people will say, since this person is naked, can't some gender characteristics be found from the body.

Unfortunately, this is also impossible, because this person's half-sea monster body can't find any gender characteristics at all.As for the breasts, judging from the handsome appearance of this person, it cannot be completely used as the basis for judging gender.

This person's body is very thin, there is no muscle in his arms, and his legs are a circle thinner than mine, but judging from the first impression, according to the age of human beings, this person should only be eleven or twelve degree of age.

There are too many questions to be clarified now, but this is by no means the top priority, the child is still alive, the real top priority is to take the child out of this place.And this urgent task has become a difficult problem. Although I broke in, how should I get out...

Holding the thin Leviathan, I knelt on the ground and looked left and right, but there was no difference in the scene passing by my eyes, let alone the exit, except for this excessive white, I could not find any other of color.

Thinking of this, for some reason, I subconsciously brushed my long, smooth golden hair, as if I was showing off something in this plain space.

At this time, I really missed the usual unsparing words of praise from that guy Goloy. He praised every part of my body with exaggerated language, and sometimes I would even pick up a hymn he wrote to me at the door in the morning with a very strange content.

Thinking of this, I laughed out loud. Maybe it was because of too much pressure, or maybe it was because I haven’t seen Goloy for too long. I faintly felt that in this huge hell, everything is so cruel. Look at this child, Only God knows what happened.But in this world where everything is unknown, Goloy, as the devil, is willing to give me tolerance. Although I know his little thoughts very well, for a devil, there is no need to be too harsh.

I picked up the child, although the body is very thin, but half of the sea monster's body is not a joke, and the weight is not just to talk about.Although the most sensible thing to do now is to think carefully first, and then look around to see if there is any way to get out, but I always feel that I can't just put this child here temporarily.

Similarly, this is not the compulsion of some external force, but more of an inner feeling... When I think of leaving such a powerless child here alone, that worry replaces fear, and holding this child in my arms makes me feel more at ease.

Chapter 161. Restrained Kindness (Lipatia)

There is no way out here, and shouldn't I have known it from the beginning, how much pure piety can remain in me when I step into this blasphemous realm.I always keep reminding myself that all my purposes in hell are for my family, for heaven, for my compatriots, and more importantly, to practice God’s will personally.

But if in the process of realizing this great goal, I do things that go against God’s will, wouldn’t this putting the cart before the horse change the nature of everything, wouldn’t it make everything I do meaningless?

At the beginning, I was able to know what was right and what was wrong, but after staying in this hell for so long, it seemed that the boundaries between right and wrong, black and white had become blurred.Just like this hot white space, where is the boundary and where is the exit?

I am not sure if I can go out, because I have doubts about my purity. Once I do something against God, once I enter this space, it is a blasphemy and disobedience to God’s creation. Will God give me a chance to go out?Take a look, look at this hell, the most cruel people here will let out howls that resound through the sky, God is cruel, God will lock all pain and sin here, and punish those fallen lives.

And if I am that fallen life, if I can no longer get out, maybe this is the end of my life, this is the punishment God gave me, let me know that some things cannot be turned back.If this is the case, what should I do, what can I do, I can only move forward tremblingly without knowing the future and the answer.

My arms started to become sore, and the hot air around me began to burn my skin. The magic on my body was dissipating. This place itself is a huge magic field, full of complex and exquisite magic formulas. I am incompatible with this space. I am like a germ to this space.

"Why is this child's skin so cold... It's obviously a thousand times hotter than a volcano..."

Sweat has completely drenched my body, and my originally fluffy hair has become droopy like weeds because of being wet with sweat.Interestingly, although I fell into the water, when I came to this space, there was no trace of water on my body.

I don't know how long I've been walking, my subjective time guessing has become wildly inaccurate in my trance state, I think I've been walking for at least a few hours, because it's just so painful.I don't know how long I can hold on, maybe I will die like this, but I have no choice, because in this boundless space, I am afraid that if I let go of this child, I will never be able to return to this child's side.

Does pain have to be torture? Not necessarily. Those devout humans have also suffered in the world, but if they maintain their faith in God, these suffering righteous people will eventually be blessed.

But which one am I, being punished?Are you still being tested?From this point of view, the greatest suffering I have suffered is not physical, but spiritual. The unknown, the horror of the unknown, constantly stirs my fragile nerves.Just like me at this moment, everything ahead is unknown, but I can't and dare not stop.

After a while, I panted heavily, but the more I panted, the stronger the feeling of suffocation became. The hot air seemed to have drained all the water in my body.I can't believe that this child's skin is still as smooth as white jade.

"Exit... Where is the exit..."

Although I look like a down-and-out lunatic, I can guess that the only word I can describe my appearance at this moment is "ugly". Even more dejected.But this is out of my control, it's a natural reaction of the flesh, but my spirit...hasn't completely given up.

It was another distance, I turned around and found that my footsteps had no end in sight, which meant that I had indeed walked a lot of distance, but the surrounding scenes did not change even the slightest, which made my rationality It also began to collapse a little, anxiety and fear kept hitting the final barrier.

"Well!"

Suddenly, I didn't take a steady step, my ankle was twisted, and my body immediately fell to the ground without hope. The Leviathan child in my arms was also thrown out by me and fell to the ground.

I lay on the ground, my body was almost steamed, and the air here was much thinner than I expected.

I trembled and wanted to continue casting magic on myself, but when my hand touched my chest, it was like being struck by lightning, and I immediately pulled my hand aside.

"This, what's going on..."

The already restless state of mind became even more confused now.

"Could it be that……"

After calming down, I realized that my magic source is in an extremely chaotic state, completely out of my control, and I have no way to output my spirit as the form of the magic source... To put it simply, Suddenly I can't use magic.

I forcibly suppressed my thoughts. The advantage of fear is that in this critical moment of life and death, in order to survive, I have to become the last bastion of sanity.

"how so……"

I looked at my hands and couldn't figure it out. Could it be that this has something to do with the tree just now, because it sucked my magic source, so I am in this awkward posture now?

"It's really useless, it's so depressing."

The voice that came from my ear startled me, I turned around and raised my head in horror, only to see her standing in front of me, looking at me arrogantly, and gave me contempt and disdain without hesitation. His gaze was like staring at worthless garbage.

"you!"

I jumped up from the ground and stared at her in astonishment.