Chapter 122 Summoned to Hell Again

It was already noon when Chen Zhao walked out of the gym.

Just like Gaia's fees, the content of her fighting courses is also of a high standard.

At least in this class, Chen Zhao learned more than just being beaten.

Gaia taught Chen Zhao how to use body parts to resist attacks from the outside world.

Anti-impact strength does not mean that the better your physical fitness, the more resistant you will be to fighting. Anti-impact strength needs to be exercised.

This is like a bodybuilder and a boxer. The boxer may not be as strong as the bodybuilder, but the boxer can easily knock the bodybuilder unconscious.

When fighting, body accounts for seven points and technique accounts for three points.

When you have a conflict with someone, if the other person can't hurt you, then you have many choices on how to hit them.

After finding a random restaurant and having lunch, Chen Zhao went to Ford's home.

Ford's injury has recovered well, and he has been very cooperative with Chen Zhao's treatment.

Ford is an athlete. Unlike ordinary people, doctors usually check him once every few days, which is almost enough.

Athletes need to check every day and record the complete recovery process and physical data.

According to Ford's rehabilitation situation, he will be able to do some sports recovery treatment in about five days.

At the same time, he also called Bird to inform him to prepare.

On the way back, Chen Zhao called Ge Lin again.

Ge Lin is in San Francisco now, and she doesn't know when she will be back. It seems that the case at hand is a bit complicated.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhao went back to town.

Because it was only noon, Chen Zhao and Lao Hei headed to the gate of hell he mentioned.

"Old Hei, how far is it?" Although the temperature in Los Angeles has dropped sharply recently, Chen Zhao still feels a little stuffy and physically exhausted when walking in the mountains and forests.

"At the current speed, it will take at least half an hour." Lao Hei replied: "We have to climb over that mountain."

Lao Hei was floating around Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao envied Lao Hei's way of moving.

It's a pity that humans can never fly without relying on machinery.

After another half an hour, Chen Zhao saw that in the center of the mountain stream, there was a bottomless pit with a diameter of more than thirty meters. The pit was deep and dark.

"This is the gate to hell." Lao Hei said as he floated above the pit.

"Is this the Gate of Hell? It looks like an ordinary pit, right?" Chen Zhao said suspiciously.

There are some plants growing on the edge of the pit, and there is moss below.

Chen Zhao didn't see anything special about this big pit.

"If you jump down, can you go straight to hell?" Chen Zhao asked.

"Normal people will fall to death if they jump, but you can give it a try."

Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. This pit was bottomless, at least dozens of meters deep. If it fell, an Iron Man would fall apart.

He had no intention of jumping in just to verify whether he was special.

Besides, even if I could really go to hell from here, it would be meaningless.

Even if you don't pass through the gate of hell, you can go to hell. There is no need to risk this trap.

"It seems that someone is offering sacrifices here." Lao Hei looked at the big pit and said doubtfully: "When I first discovered this place, it seemed that only a small part of it was open, and now it is half open."

"Can this be seen? Why can't I see it at all?"

"It's not about seeing, it's about feeling. The breath of hell here seeps out from the big pit, which means there are signs of opening."

Chen Zhao didn't care much about this. Lao Hei said last time that even if someone summoned any demons, they would only be low-level demons. Even demons subordinate to the Seven Deadly Sins like Beelzebub or Raymond could not be summoned.

Therefore, the harm it can bring is also very limited.

After Chen Zhao walked around twice, he left the Gate of Hell.

There is really nothing interesting here. Chen Zhao even regretted that after climbing the mountain road for so long, he came here to see the Gate of Hell.

After returning home, Chen Zhao took a shower to wash away the dirt and fatigue from his body.

Then he got into the basement and went to study demonic magic.

Lao Hei was also very interested in demonic magic, so the two of them studied it together.

At this moment, Chen Zhao suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

"Chen Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Lao Hei looked at Chen Zhao in confusion. He saw that Chen Zhao's body gradually became empty.

"Is it some kind of magic effect?"

"No...it seems like someone from hell is calling me again."

Is Beelzebub summoning himself to hell again?

Why did you summon him without even telling yourself?

However, when Chen Zhao was summoned to hell, it was not a place he was familiar with.

This is a black castle that is integrated with the mountain. There are circles of black clouds in the sky. Above the castle, large black crows are making a menacing cry.

Chen Zhao lowered his head and looked at a complex magic circle at his feet.

Didn't Beelzebub call him here?

Chen Zhao raised his head and looked, only to find Beelzebub's true form standing there.

However, beside Beelzebub, there was a taller demon standing.

Beelzebub's body is already five meters tall, but the demon next to him looks like a mountain of flesh.

The demon's lower body was like a fat worm, with limbs and legs protruding from both sides of its abdomen, a total of eight legs.

The upper body is standing upright, with asymmetrical scales on its dark skin, and obscure and complex red lines on its belly.

Three pairs of thick arms, almost no neck, and a triangular head above the shoulders.

The mouth is very large, without fangs, and the mouth is filled with red light.

There is a pair of deformed horns on the head that are larger than the head. There are metal rings on the horns as accessories.

And those deep and dark eyes have no pupils at all, like black holes that make people afraid to look directly.

This demon exudes a terrifying aura.

Although Chen Zhao didn't understand what breath was, he really felt the terror from hell.

"Humans, the living." Deep and heavy syllables came from the demon's mouth.

"Beelzebub, who is he?"

Beelzebub took two steps forward and stood between the strange demon and Chen Zhao: "Human, this is the great lord Beelzebub Zuofei."

"Is he the same subordinate as you?"

"Yes, we are from the same family," Beelzebub said.

"Survivor, I have no intention of offending you. I summoned you here to ask for your help." Beelzebub Zuofei said.

"Help? Sir Zuofei, is there anything I can do to help you?" Chen Zhao was not familiar with Beelzebub and Zuofei, so he did not dare to treat him as casually as Beelzebub.

This demon lord didn't look like he was easy to talk to. Chen Zhao was not sure why this demon lord summoned him to hell.