The power of the command fades.
The sand devil stood aside. The five eyes became messy and disorderly again, and they began to squeak all over his body like a derailed train.
Children of Chaos are harmless.
Yi Cha thought about the answer. Seems understandable.
He turned his head and patted the resting stone cage.
The resting stone is something harder than the soul - and even better than the soul, it does not react with any matter, energy, or law.
The resting stone, as the name suggests, once imprisoned by it, one can rest in eternal rest. It formed a perfect cooperation with the energy array directly linked to the Lord of Hell.
"Oh haha?"
The sand-pile-shaped demon regained its agility and arched to the edge of the cage.
"Do you want to die?"
Icha said politely.
…
Normally he wouldn't ask this question.
After all, there are too many demons locked up here. But this one just helped him, albeit completely passively.
The five eyes of the sand devil turned back and forth.
"I want to go out," he said honestly.
Yi Cha looked up.
The exit from Liaoyuan looks like a small, dim and fuzzy dot above the head.
"Okay. Hear me out. It's your decision."
He lowered his head. Take a deep breath.
"Thirty-two thousand four hundred years later, the room you are in will be at the top, and then you can go out.
During these 32,400 years, you had nothing to eat or drink. No one comes to see you.
No one plays with you. No one is here to play with you.
You can't sleep. Because there are other guys shouting in your ears every day.
If you don't have ears, they're just screaming in your head.
You can get sick at any time. It's a disease that the devil can't even imagine, because the energy radiation here is too complicated.
You won't die so quickly even if you are sick, because demons just don't die easily.
But you won't get better either. You will be rotten all over - and then you will have another hobby, which is to keep picking up your own eyeballs.
After a while, you won’t even be able to play with this anymore, and your eyeballs will be rotten.
If there is any festival, the great King of Demons will randomly select a few of you to light soul lanterns to add to the fun.
If something bad happens, the great King of Demons will randomly select a few of you to light up soul lanterns to add to the fun.
If something good happens...
oh. Nothing good will happen to you.
A prisoner once went out.
But in the entire history of Chaos Hell, there was only one demon.
As far as I know, that was before the Island Age. That is seven thousand years ago.
so,
Do you think you will be the next lucky person to go out? "
That's it in Cha's words.
The low-level demon in the shape of a pile of sand was stunned by what he said.
His five eyes no longer moved rapidly, but stopped on the same side like a row of buttons.
"oh oh……"
His wrinkled mouth stammered.
Yi Cha didn't speak or look at him to reduce his pressure.
The sand devil slowly collapsed into a thick cake.
"Don't leave! Let me think about it!"
He suddenly screamed in a voice that sounded like tearing fabric.
Yi Cha spread his hands, which meant - I didn't move.
after awhile.
"I……"
"I……"
"I...I want to die."
Finally the low-level demon whispered.
Icha pulled out the knife.
"Do you want to go to Comeniti, or do you want to die?"
"wanna die."
This time the low-level demon answered very simply.
As soon as he finished speaking, a scimitar that shot out black particles sliced him open.
Black fireworks jet.
"Oh... thank you." The low-level demon's voice disappeared along with its existence.
To retrieve the Yin Iron Scimitar.
He clapped his hands and stepped across the fat lower-lip threshold of the strange door.
Walk down that uncomfortable passage.
…
…
…
He stepped on quagmire-like ground.
The ground is as soft as sugar, and when you step on it, you will leave a deep footprint.
But he couldn't step on it with his second foot.
The recoil from the first step on the ground caused Yi Cha to float up.
There is no gravity…
no.
Yi Cha raised his legs and spread his wings in the narrow passage to maintain balance, barely keeping the tips of his wings from touching the yellow-green liquid that was patrolling around.
It's gravity that's completely messed up.
He could feel his body being pulled back and forth by gravity that was changing directions erratically. He had to constantly change the direction of his wings in response to gravity.
fine.
He let himself get used to this feeling, curled up and rushed forward quickly.
…
This secret passage gradually became difficult to walk.
With every step forward, the walls, floors, and slime flying everywhere became a little more chaotic in his field of vision.
Large and small fragments were peeled off from their original positions, accompanied by black smoke, and twitched back and forth irregularly.
This is a bit like how destructive energy appears in energy vision, but the difference is that it appears in both visions.
And judging from the half-yellow-green droplet that I accidentally bumped into just now, the physical form of these things has indeed changed.
This is something I've never seen before.
He hovered in the air and stared at the large and small fragments, and then plucked off half of his sleeve that was corroded by the droplets, recalling the common manifestations of various common domain energies.
What is in front of me is definitely not the disordered energy commonly used by demons, nor should it be destructive energy. Not even the real power of chaos.
"Distribution and Classification of Energy Sources in Chaos Hell" does not record these.
wrong.
He recalled the preface of the book carefully.
There was a passage that he didn't pay much attention to...
"Although there is no evidence, the author found that the three different energies of real chaos, destruction, and disorder present a weird, unbalanced and disharmonious distribution.
Their rough estimate of their presence in hell corresponds to the well-known great proportions of evil in another magical law (note: mathematics). That is:
1:396:947583261.
Does this mean that there is a certain connection between these three energies?
Unfortunately, this is the only connection I have found.
Therefore, the author did not include this immature conjecture in the text.
Friends who have special views on this are welcome to write to us. "
——"Distribution and Classification of Energy Sources in Chaos Hell·Preface"
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A certain connection...
Yi Cha stared closely at the constantly moving debris in front of him, hindering his progress.
They are dispersed into sharp fragments like destructive energy, and the twitching fragments are used as the core to spread the black mist. At the same time, they comply with the movement rules of the real power of chaos.
Is this a certain connection...
The messy scene in front of me, whether it is energy or material objects created. They should all be radiated by the Sons of Chaos.
The things emitted by these sons of chaos look very much like the sum of the characteristics of those three energies.
Is this true chaos...?
Can different energies merge into one?
He originally wanted to explore the connection between different energy fields, but there has been no major progress.
Today I got an important piece of evidence.
wrong.
Or……
Destructive energy, disordered energy, and the power of true chaos are originally separated from this ultimate chaos.
This is also very possible.
Now I have something to communicate with the author of "Distribution and Classification of Energy Sources in Chaos Hell".
He originally had some questions and wanted to wait for a while to meet with the guy when he was free.
But what matters right now is:
How to get through these obstacles and get to the other side?
You can escape, but if there is no place to stay over there...
He would hit his head against those dense fragments, and his body and soul would be destroyed.
Yi Cha stretched out his hand in his arms and slowly rubbed the rest stone bottle containing silent ink.
Use empty energy to absorb these things in front of you...?
There is still a little bit of ink left and these may not be enough at all.
no.
If not enough. Even if it's just a little bit short, it's a complete waste.
He needs to think of something else.
