Lucifer tore out his translucent heart and held it in his hands. But he couldn't feel it anymore.
This state is indeed very strange.
Vision, hearing, smell, temperature, many concepts he was very familiar with disappeared, as if they had never existed.
A bottomless chaos.
"Naruf? Are you there?"
Yi Cha said in a bottomless chaos.
"Who is calling me?" Naruf's passionate voice sounded, and he paused, "Incredible!! A new voice!!"
Very good. He can hear it.
"Hello. Naruf." Icha felt happy that his hypothesis came true, "I am Ichaint Sinkardstu."
"Is this kind of name popular now? It's so trendy! Welcome, Chaint, Xin. But I'm about to be eaten."
"Not yet. I can guarantee it." Icha paused and said, "I want to ask you a few questions."
"Really? That's good. Question? What question? No problem. I mean it's no problem to answer your question."
Naruf let out a hearty laugh, "It's been a while since I saw a new demon friend - I mean heard."
"Naruf? Who are you talking to?"
The other remaining demon soul shouted.
"I didn't expect it! There is a new friend! I will introduce him to you later! You will like him, his voice is very nice! His heart must be as pure as the flames of Kishino!" Naruf shouted back.
"Uh. I think the conversation is between us for now, okay?" Yi Cha said.
"Ah. Yes. Yes. That's natural." Naruf responded understandingly, "I forgot to think about it. You might be a little introverted! It doesn't matter, you will get used to it here. We still have a lot of space here. Son, there should be more after today. You can live in Abigail’s place. Or live next to me. If I don’t get eaten.”
I... forget it. To check.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang!" There was a vigorous humming in the background.
"Naruf!!!! Shut down Snuwe!!!"
"Guys, rest first! I'll be here in a moment!" Naruf roared energetically, and then lowered his voice to show his friendliness. "Ask your question. Just ask it! As long as I can answer it."
Yi Cha thought for a moment.
"Nothing special." Naruf's enthusiasm had a little backlash, but Yi Cha felt that he could go with the flow and start simple, "I want to know you better."
"Naruf!" If this heart had a body, he would be pointing his thumb at his chest, "I am a captain. Hehe!"
Yi Cha was silent for a moment.
He originally planned to exchange pleasantries before getting to the point.
But the content of the greeting was really more appalling than an angel laying eggs.
If a boat really means a boat.
Hell has no ships.
And Icha had never heard of a sea in Chaos Hell, or any liquid surface that could drive a ship without being eaten.
Not in any records.
He made sure he had read all the records. All right. Most of it.
"Which sea is it on?" he paused before asking.
When facing a captain, the more respectful way to have a conversation is to first ask the other party the name of his beloved ship, followed by compliments such as "prestigious", "indestructible" and "exciting", but Yi Cha was so surprised that he forgot the etiquette.
"Oh haha. Do you like hearing this? They are so annoying."
Naruf laughed loudly, "Of course it's Huo Lei Zhe Songhai."
"The Demon King of Fire Thunder Zetsang! Naruf! Oh! Captain! Captain!" A heart in the background made a small hooting sound in a disapproving tone. It seemed that they had already heard enough of Naruf nagging about similar things.
Yicha quickly decided to remain calm about any sudden information.
"When was that?" he asked.
There is not much difference between the calendar of Chaos Hell and the calendar promulgated for public reference by the Garden of Regulators.
Except they put a "no" in front of every word like "holy." The devil's mind is almost the simplest kind of rebellion.
In terms of the times...
From the largest time dimension:
The seven thousand years to the present are collectively called the Island Century. It’s not wrong to call it the latest era. After all, this is not an academic paper.
Thirty-six thousand years forward is a sub-new era full of dimensional exchanges and battles - the Lianyuan Century. Further up is another century of separation similar to the Island Century - called the Qixin Epoch.
The century of separation - the New Age - lasted for nearly 200,000 years, and then there was the century of compatibility - the Middle Age.
Then, from back to front, there is the ordinary molding century - the middle age, the long and boring quantile century - the middle age which lasted about 30 million years, and then the beginning of what is called the real century. Middle Ages - because from here onwards there are only sparse information and various legends left.
Based on various estimates and assumptions, from the beginning of the legendary nine planes - that is, the beginning of the universe to the real century, a total of four centuries can be divided.
Scholars who do not agree with these assumptions call them the First Fantasy Era, the Second Fantasy Era, the Third Fantasy Era, and the Fourth Fantasy Era in order from front to back. Scholars who hold a neutral attitude and agree with it have more professional names: dot century, ring century, disc century, and expansion century.
"let me see."
Naruf hummed a few rough notes unconsciously - he was definitely a genuine captain, "It's really hard to estimate time here... Sixty million, seventy million? Who knows, maybe nine thousand Thousands of years. Hey! Time passes very slowly here. You have to understand."
I didn't think about forgiveness at all.
He wondered why he hadn't thought that Naruf might exist in the real century or even before - this was because there was no verifiable information on when the original soul concentration camp where the "storage room" was located was annexed by Comeniti.
The era of Naruf——
At that time, Huoleizhesang was still an ocean and ships could still sail.
This fact can definitely knock hundreds of historians' heads off like a bat.
"Echaint!" Naruf shouted, "Friend, you are in a daze!"
"Sorry." He checked his thoughts and asked, "Can you please tell me more about what happened at that time?"
Naruf laughed in agreement.
Next, Isaac faced for a while what was destined to come - every captain's irrepressible boast about his beloved ship, and endless smug talks about the trivial and bloody life on board.
Even so, the more he listened, the more incredible it became.
It can be heard from Naruf's description that the demons at that time... were simply a group of superior intelligence and rich knowledge...
They have long been proficient in various spells and crafts, and have even developed a set of energy diversion methods that complement the chaotic nature of demons. Even ordinary sailors can compose poems and sing, and their average cultural level is almost as famous as the one in the universe today. Several great ability masters are on par.
"Is every demon literate?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Stop joking, friend!" Naruf laughed loudly, "How can there be an idiot who can't read?"
