Chapter 174 God's Placenta

Dragon Empire.

In the White Dragon Tribe’s territory, there are a large number of giant dragon souls floating in the sky. However, compared to the souls in Lionheart City, the souls in the White Dragon Tribe’s territory are very similar to the jellyfish in the sea. They float unconsciously in the sky and occasionally collide with each other without any reaction.

"Are they dead?" Su Na stood on the hill, looking at the dragon soul floating in the sky without any response, like clouds blown by the wind, which gave her a subtle suspicion. Does the dragon soul still have self-awareness?

Xi Mu pretended to think for a moment and suggested, "Why don't you try punching them?"

"The priority is to rescue your little princess, right?" Su Na rolled her eyes slightly. The number of dragon souls in hell is at least several times more than that of living dragons. If the souls of the dragons are accidentally stimulated, I am afraid that both she and Akhtar will die here, with no possibility of survival.

"Then you guys wait for me here while I sneak into Rhode City to find Evelin." Ximu smiled and immediately ran towards the direction of Rhode City without hesitation.

Suna, who stayed where she was, saw this and looked sideways at the chocolate-skinned Norma and the little mare that had transformed into a human form.

"Sleipnir, aren't you going to hide that you can take human form?"

"There is no need to hide it." The little mare explained, and immediately grabbed a handful of fresh grass from the ground, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it, then her beautiful brows furrowed and she immediately spat out the grass in her mouth. .

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

Having said this, she smiled again.

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

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

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 have no way to enjoy unlimited taste."

"Can't you finish it?" Su Na asked in confusion, and then she saw Norma lowering her head in frustration and explaining to her.

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

"Isn't there not much difference between this and the real world?" Su Na felt a little regretful. She felt sorry that people could not live freely after death. She thought that people in hell could infinitely taste things that were unimaginable during their lifetime. tasty.

"There is no concept of hunger in hell." Norma shook her head and pointed at the dragon soul floating in the sky, "Even if you don't eat anything, you won't feel any hunger, and hell doesn't allow it. If death occurs again, people don’t need to worry about the danger of death, even if they keep sleeping or basking in the sun.”

"Isn't this good?" The little mare felt that the living environment in hell was not bad, and Norma heard this and raised her finger to point to the dragon soul floating in the sky.

"When a person does not need to eat, does not have any pressure to survive, and because of the soul body, cannot reproduce like in this world, no matter who it is, he will become lazy."

The little mare was silent for a moment, then asked: "What about the story?"

She does not need to worry about food in this world, nor is she under the pressure of survival. She is not interested in reproduction, but she likes to listen to stories to pass the time.

In this regard, Norma nodded and said: "In the environment of hell, making up stories and listening to stories are a very good way to pass the time. However, as long as you stay in hell for long enough, not only will you get tired of hearing the stories, but you will also become tired of hearing them. I have no need to reproduce, survive, or eat, so I find the story boring.”

The survival rules of souls in hell are completely different from those in the real world. Because there will be no death and no hunger, there will be no conflicts caused by survival resources, and it will naturally become very boring. .

If hell is compared to a game with no punishment and few rewards, then as long as people stay in this game for long enough, they will become bored sooner or later and turn into souls floating in the sky.

"Without the pressure of survival, would it be like this?" Su Na raised her hands to cover her pretty face, feeling incomprehensible.

Obviously her common sense is telling her that under conditions like hell, it is very happy and good, and there will be neither death nor hunger. However, after removing these frightening conditions, it makes people boring and peaceful. Become empty.

at the same time.

In Road Town.

The back garden of the palace.

"You are the White Dragon King's wife?" Ximu jumped down from the eaves and looked at the white-haired wife sitting under the umbrella. She was holding a cup of black tea in one hand, her delicate and pretty face was full of surprise, and she was surprised by the sudden appearance of the life. People feel surprised.

But she reacted quickly.

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

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

This does not mean that he is already a soul body, but because the silver-haired lady has infused magic into the black tea, so that he can experience the taste while having a body.

"Madam, I came here to take away Evelyn's soul." He put down the teacup and explained to the white-haired woman.

However, the white-haired wife shook her head when she heard it: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I can't let you take Evelyn's soul away."

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

She also knew that this man had no ill intentions.

"Why?" Ximu frowned, and saw the white-haired wife waved her hand and explained to him anxiously.

"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."

"As an abnormal thing?" Ximu asked in a puzzled manner, but there was no surprise. Regarding the plot of the quest line of bringing back the white-haired loli, the important thing is not the white-haired loli itself, she is more like an opportunity to lead the story line of Hell, which can not only help players determine their positions, but also help players trigger the relevant secrets of Hell.

For example, about the Creation Witch sealed at the bottom of Hell, the meaning 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, and there are two states of life and death. This is abnormal for Hell, so Evelyn's soul was taken away by the Apostle of Hell."

Ximu fell silent.

The white-haired wife kept a gentle smile when she saw this. She knew that it was a great thing for Akhtar to break into 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.

Of course, you can't say that. Ximu exhaled and looked at the dignified and elegant wife sitting opposite 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 a deeper hell. As long as you go in through the opened hell tunnel, you will have the opportunity to enter the bottom of hell and take back Evelyn's soul."

"How to do it?" Ximu was concise and didn't want to know why the gods of hell opened the hell tunnel. This was meaningless to him. It would be better to let the white-haired wife explain 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:

"Madam, I don't have much free time in hell."

"Yes." The white-haired wife swallowed the information she wanted to explain, 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 clothes 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 of hell, so that you have a chance to go to the bottom of hell."

"How to do it?" Ximu asked, and saw the white-haired wife closed her eyes, and saw a floating red dragon in the sky suddenly wake 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, hanging down behind his head, but his eyes were very indifferent, as if he had lost the element of emotion.

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

"You are Akhtar, right?" The red dragon looked at Akhtar, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc of interest, "I am the coat of the dead that you need to wear. To put it in layman's terms, it means that my soul will wrap you up and give people the illusion that you are dead."

"Tesmar, he is the former Red Dragon King of the Red Dragon Clan." The white-haired wife explained to Akhtar in a soft voice, "You just need to let the Red Dragon King wear it and wrap your body with his soul, so that you can go to the hell tunnel."

"..."

Ximu nodded, stood up and came to the Red Dragon King, then took a step forward and overlapped with the Red Dragon King's body.

Then his appearance changed dramatically, turning into the appearance of the Red Dragon King Tesmar, and his breath changed from a living person to a dead person.

After moving his hands and feet, he found that his strength had been temporarily strengthened. 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."

At this point, she smiled gently again.

"But as Evelyn's mother, I agree with your feelings for Evelyn, and I sincerely wish you happiness in the future."

"It depends on what Evelyn thinks." Waving his hand, Akhtar hurriedly left without chatting with the white-haired wife too much.

"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 Hell Apostle sat at the table, looking at the two people standing together, the Red Dragon King Tesmael and the human Norma, and he stamped his stamp 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 who was wearing Norma's skin.

He came to Suna's side, the two held hands tightly together, and then went underground in the hell tunnel.

History is going backwards.

As the bodies of the two fell, the past history flashed by frame after frame, and many different civilizations appeared, which could correspond to the descriptions in the history books.

This is a history book of hell. It divides the layers of hell based on people's memories and preserves the past like a history book.

Until they came to a more special layer of hell.

Plague Church.

"It's really an interesting combination." The messenger of hell, who was wearing a nun's uniform, looked at the sudden appearance of a man and a dragon, nodded with satisfaction and said:

"You are welcome to come and 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 wearing a nun's uniform was not at all panicked.

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

It is impossible for souls at the level of demons and witches to enter hell, and will be completely destroyed in the human world.

"Gods are born based on the beliefs of the times." Sister Hell turned around and led the two of them out of the church. They saw people infected by the plague everywhere outside the order.

"Each level of hell divides the scenery of different eras. As long as there are enough souls to sneak into the corresponding level of hell and replay everything that happened in the past era, the dead gods can also be reborn."

She explained it this way.

"You can understand that every level of hell is a "god" embryo. As long as there is enough soul investment to reenact the scenery of the past era, the god's embryo can be artificially created."

"It's really a good method." Ximu came to the side of the hell nun and asked with a cold smile, "Is there a level of hell that corresponds to the birth of the omniscient god?"

"Huh, that's not something you can know." Sister Hell snorted, reaching out to touch the forehead of the man next to her, trying to peel off his memory and then implant relevant memories of this era.

However, it failed.

The Hell Sister's expression was frozen as she looked at the indifferent man in front of her, thinking whether it was too late to escape now.