Chapter 3622: Tour guides and tourists

The little devil flew crookedly, as if his body didn't obey his orders. It was still a few dozen meters away from the death knell and the three of them. It fell to the ground, and then hurriedly crawled over and kept kowtowing.

"Master Supreme Mage, please don't kill me. I was assigned by the Queen to lead you on the way. I have never eaten human souls. I am a good devil."

Hell is full of chaos, but it's also the place with the most distinct classes, where the only truth is that the strongest are respected.

Everything of the weak, including life and soul, belongs to the strong, so the death knell hasn't spoken yet, just the title of a supreme mage makes the little devil tremble.

The strongest spellcaster in the material dimension, can anyone hold this title?

It doesn't know Death Knell, and it doesn't know that Death Knell is actually an anti-mage, but as long as it knows that the few humans in front of it can't be provoked, that's enough.

Although Su Ming likes to inflict fear on others and use fear to achieve some of his own tactical goals, he still doesn't want to target such a little devil, that would be a shame.

"Get up and lead the way. If you waste my time, I'll take your soul out and feed it to the fourth-dimensional tapeworm."

He smiled affectionately at the little devil and spoke warm and inspiring words.

No way, the world is like this, do you want to talk to the devil? They can't understand, and if they communicate with demons in language, the temptation of profit or the threat of terror must be accounted for.

After listening to the familiar curse and threat, the little devil was much more relaxed. It nodded with a smile, got up from the ground and fluttered into the sky with red bat wings, hovering at a height slightly lower than the death knell's line of sight:

"Of course, of course, the great Supreme Mage, and two distinguished ladies, please come with me, I will never waste everyone's time, please fly here."

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Its flight speed was too slow, so Su Ming simply grabbed it on the flying carpet, and just needed to show the way.

The relationship between **** dimensions is similar to the relationship between **** lords, because they belong to hell, and there are various connections between these dimensions, giving people the feeling of being like the nine realms on the world tree.

Each is independent, but it is a whole, which is located in the broken realm of the middle dimension according to logic and common sense.

But the magical world on the mysterious side doesn't speak logic and common sense, so it's not there.

It sounds a bit like a tongue twister, anyway, Su Ming thinks it is more like it exists in people's common consciousness, it is human desires and dark fantasy that constitute hell.

Humans came first, human beings had ideas, and ideas gave birth to hell.

In short, starting from the **** of Satan, you can lead to the territory of Marduk, Mephisto, Satanish and others. If you pass through the territory of Mephisto, you can reach the border of **** of the secret guest. After crossing the border of hell, you can return to the real material world, which is the main dimension mastered by Death Knell.

Remembering these things doesn't make much sense, because for those who are going to hell, they go straight to wherever they go.

Physical movement is impossible to leave a certain hell. At least one magical magical object that can pass through dimensions like a magic floating cloak is required. As for whether it is possible to ride in the Barry, Su Ming is not sure, maybe next time there is a chance to be in Try it on DC.

The scenery in each **** is different, which is often the manifestation of the power attribute of its corresponding lord. I don’t know how many demons are staring at the moving people along the way, but none of them dare to come up to block the road.

Black and yellow armor is really a warning color, a demon with a little common sense will automatically retreat when it sees the death knell.

It was the little devil who was in charge of leading the way, sitting on the edge in front of the flying carpet. He didn't dare to sit on his buttocks, but only slightly touched the edges.

But it has already begun to pretend to be a tiger, looking arrogantly at the demons watching the action route in the distance, staring at them fiercely, and its arrow-like tail is still raised high.

"Supremely great Supreme Mage, the territory of the 'Prince of the Black Death' is in front of you. After passing through there, you can reach the Lightless Prison." The little devil nodded and bowed to report the situation to Su Ming, his yellow eyes full of flattery.

The devil is so realistic, as long as you are stronger than it, it doesn't need to say anything, it knows its own position very well.

"Dead Black Prince, if I remember correctly, this title belongs to Kx'ulthuum, he should have died a long time ago?" Death Knell sat cross-legged smoking, and he calmly waited for the arrival battle: " What? Has no one taken over the land he left?"

"Ah, the great Supreme Mage, how wise and learned you are, you know the conditions of **** well, and the wisdom of mortals is like the reflection in the eyes of a fly compared to you, trying to compete with the sun hanging in the sky. what!"

Leaving nothing else to say, the little devil first sent him a bunch of flattery, and then he started talking about business:

"You're right, when the Prince of the Black Death lost his power, it was three thousand blood moons ago, but his **** is still filled with the souls of the xenophobic dead, and the environment is more like the underworld. , No demon would be willing to live in that kind of place, even Lord Hela, the queen of the underworld, doesn't like it there."

Of course Hela didn't like it there. The abandoned Black Death Prison was even more barren than Satan's territory. There was nothing but haunted, just haunted. Hela's own underworld Haim is boring enough, and even if she occupies the Black Death, the result is nothing more than a mathematical zero plus zero.

If she can't get anything, she has to deal with countless resentful spirits that are not under her control, which is a pure loss.

"Losing strength? Blood Moon?" Wanda held the large book that Death Knell gave her, felt its pulsation and heartbeat, and asked the question: "The teacher didn't tell me this, Death Knell, what does it mean?"

"Your teacher Agatha doesn't play **** magic much. She is good at weather magic and dark alchemy. Naturally, she won't teach you about hell."

Su Ming, who was smoking a cigarette, explained briefly, and then took out some drinks for the two women to drink. By the way, he also rewarded the little devil with a bottle of monster blood collected before:

"Losing power is a taboo word, and a low emotional intelligence word is 'dead'. As for the three thousand blood moons, it is a way of counting the year. If converted into earth time, it should be eight million years ago? Probably, You just need to know it was a long time ago."

"Dead? Isn't it that **** lords are generally hard to kill? Especially in its own **** dimension." Wanda was still curious, her eyes wide open like a cat, eagerly seeking knowledge.

The Supreme Master patted the back of her hand and replied with a smile:

"It's like that in common sense, but the person who killed it was very unusual. His name was Conan, the barbarian king. He was a fierce man who cut down dozens of ancient incarnations by himself."