Chapter 201 The Truth of Reincarnation (5)

The feeling of dizziness was so intense, as if something was rapidly stirring in his mind, making Archangel Trafford confused and unable to think normally.

He even forgot what he was doing before and why he was in this situation.

It was not until a faint smell of decay came over him that his broken thoughts gradually came together. He vaguely remembered that he was watching hell before, and then he inexplicably felt a suction force.

Then, I fainted for a long time.

Until now...

"What's going on?"

The stench so close to me was disgusting, and I kept feeling swelling and pain all over my body.

After waking up from his dizzy trance, Trafford was somewhat incredulous.

Because whether he was watching in hell or disguised as an emperor in the human world, he existed as a conscious entity.

Normally, this kind of existence would not involve any sense of smell or touch, let alone physical pain.

But now, not only did he feel all these, he even discovered that the power he originally possessed seemed to... disappear without a trace?

Realizing a possibility, Trafford suddenly shuddered and quickly opened his eyes.

Then he discovered that, as an archangel, he actually had a human body!

Still a body in very poor condition!

His joints were stiff and old, his lower body had no feeling, and when he opened his eyes, only one eye had normal vision, the other could not sense any light or surrounding scenes at all.

Glancing around, he found that the current environment was also very bad.

Surrounded by damp and steamy black rock walls, the space is cramped, as if one is in the basement of an ancient castle.

The light was dim, his lower body was covered with messy straw, and he was covered with a dirty blanket. The swelling and pain came from all over his body, and the rotten stench he smelled before came from his numb lower limbs.

When the blanket was lifted, there were several purple wounds on the legs without pants, which were barely visible, as if they had been gnawed by rats and were already oozing with pus and rotting.

"Where am I?"

This situation was so special that Trafford couldn't help but frown.

A moment ago, he was still in hell observing the situation, but now he inexplicably turned into a human being...

There is no doubt that this matter must be related to Lucifer.

After all, before this, the last scene he saw from hell was the seven young dragons roaring to the sky.

And that young dragon could be no other than Lucifer.

But he could not have imagined who the murderer was, and the murderer's method was difficult for him to understand.

Was everything around him an illusion? Or was it that for some reason, his will was forced to attach itself to a human body?

The former is unlikely.

As an archangel, even if he has lost his power, his vision and experience are still there, and it is impossible for him to not be able to distinguish between reality and illusion.

And in fact, he didn't really lose his power completely.

When he felt it carefully, Trafford was able to find that his soul had not undergone any essential changes, and the spiritual power in his soul had not decreased either.

Now, for some reason, it can't be used.

It was as if there was an omnipresent barrier in the surrounding world, forcibly isolating his spiritual power deep inside his body...

So the answer can only be the latter - he was forced into this body by Lucifer! But why did he do this? The strength of this spiritual power being sealed doesn't seem to be something Lucifer should have...

From being a high and mighty archangel, he was brought down to become an ordinary person in a miserable situation. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and it was inevitable that he felt a little uncomfortable.

But soon, Trafford perked up and decided to find out where he was first.

However, unfortunately, his current body was paralyzed, and apart from scanning the surroundings with his one eye, he was unable to do anything else.

But despite the restrictions on his movements, Trafford was able to see some clues based on his existing abilities.

The dark yellow "straw bed" beneath him looked exactly like rice stalks, but with a little observation, he could find that it was somewhat different from the plant he had known in the past.

There was a candle burning quietly next to it. It was not made of the common paraffin wax of modern times. Instead, it gave off a smell of animal fat when it burned.

The grey linen shirt Trafford wore on his upper body was even more retro in style, completely different from the style of the era he knew.

All signs indicated that he had come to an "ancient" environment.

Ancient and strange.

Because there were some special words faintly engraved on the rock wall behind him and on the surface of a closed wooden door not far away.

Some abstractions had never existed in his memory.

Then a thought flashed through Trafford's mind hesitantly.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Is this... some subspace?"

The subspace relies on the existence of the human world, and hell and heaven belong to this category.

In addition, there are some remaining kingdoms of God, secret realms, etc., which also belong to the scope of the subspace.

Some are ownerless, while others are controlled by various powerful beings.

Those subspaces that have owners often have different styles according to the preferences of their respective owners.

Therefore, if for some reason he was teleported to an ancient-style subspace, it would not be beyond Trafford's cognition.

As for the unfamiliarity of the characters, it is easier to understand. Inventing a language is not a difficult task.

only……

Although this guess was quite reasonable, he felt something was wrong.

He couldn't tell what exactly was wrong because he had no way of knowing more information.

A vague intuition told him that the surrounding environment seemed to be hostile to him...?

"What the hell is Lucifer doing?"

Trafford became very alert.

He couldn't understand where this hostility came from.

After being on guard for a while, there was no other movement except the crackling sound of the candle burning beside him.

It was as if that feeling was a complete illusion.

However, regardless of whether it was really an illusion, the archangel felt that he could no longer be passive.

Because as time passed and he remained tense for too long, his mind, which had been relatively clear, became dull again.

But this drowsiness was different from what he encountered at the beginning.

The former was on the soul level, but now it was because of the body - this body was too weak, and his spirit was "sealed".

To the point that his condition was actually affected by his body...

So, after taking a final look at the dim basement environment around him, Trafford gritted his teeth and slammed his forehead against the wall behind him!

(End of this chapter)