“I never thought I would be able to stand in front of the Wall of Sighs for the third time…”

Vichy's sigh was so ethereal as if it came from the distant past, but unfortunately her face was full of pride of "I never thought I could come back again", which destroyed the heavy sense of history.

The magicians followed the torrent of dead souls to the Gate of Hell, and looked at this eternal curtain that separated life and death. The closer they got, the more unpredictable the Gate of Hell looked to them. Sometimes it was a simple and heavy stone wall, sometimes it was a palace wall with gorgeous carvings, sometimes it was a cave painting of primitive people, and sometimes it was a modern steel fortress. It was as heavy as a burden that crushed everything, but as gentle as a mother's embrace.

Giant skeleton dragons with chains entangled in them flew inside, creating waves of dark green ripples. The curtains were lifted up, covering tens of millions of hectares. Ash and his companions were gently caressed by the curtains, and they did not feel any discomfort. Instead, they felt as cool as if they were enjoying the cool air on a summer night.

"Corpse Hell Dragon."

Weixi took the initiative to explain: "They are dragons living in the gates of hell, and they are tainted by the laws of death. They are known as the gatekeepers of hell. When the dead souls pass through the gates of hell, their fear of death will become the source of the Corpse Hell Dragon's "Death Tremble"; their attachment to life will become the needlework of the Corpse Hell Dragon's "Tomb Veil."

"The entire hell is an eternal factory that refines dead souls into resources, and the virtual world is the biggest beneficiary." Wei Xi curled his lips: "Everyone does this, and we have to do the same if we want to survive in hell in the future."

"I know, I know." Ash could tell that Vichy was complaining about him. Although he didn't think Vichy felt wronged, he still said, "I'm not that old-fashioned. If it's a necessary expense, I can accept it. It's just that the impression you've left on me is too... I'm sorry, Vichy."

Wei Xi looked at him in surprise and snorted, "If apologies were useful, half the number of people who died in my hands would be reduced."

Although he said that, Wei Xi seemed to be in a much better mood, and even his tone became cheerful: "Look, that's my last message!"

Everyone looked up and saw countless lines of text engraved on the floating curtain. Following the direction pointed by Vichy, they saw a line of text glowing blue:

"You just didn't get it, don't treat it like you lost it."

"The last time I was promoted to demigod, I was actually close to summoning a god, but I just couldn't hold on." Wei Xi said, "At that time, I was indignant for a long time. I was thinking about what I had done better and what I could have improved at the Gate of Hell. I thought I was just a little bit away from becoming a god... It wasn't until I saw the message from the Starry Master that I came to my senses and gave up indulging in the fantasy of perfection. I left this message to warn myself."

"Master of the Stars?"

"She is now the most shining star." Wei Xi said, "So her message is also the brightest."

Ash looked at the brightest blue star message at the top, and it was exactly what Fanxing had said to him on the speeding train:

"Perfection only exists in fantasy. A magician who pursues perfection is like a crying child. He knows something is impossible, but he still gambles his hope on tears."

"Is this the demigod magician's message wall?" Weisser thought thoughtfully.

Vichy nodded. "Everyone who enters Hell must pass through the Gate of Hell, even demigods are no exception. But the biggest difference between us and mortals is that we have conquered death - don't argue with me about unnatural death - so we are qualified to leave a message on the Gate of Hell."

"If it's still glowing, it means the person who left the message is still alive, no matter what form it is in. If it's gone dark, it means the soul has completely dispersed, and there's no possibility of resurrection."

Except for Vichy, everyone else read the Wall of Sighs eagerly. Vichy understood their feelings very well. The first time she stood in front of this wall, she spent several days reading, trying to figure out the feelings of the message writers, and fantasizing about meeting the floodlight message writers... because magicians are too lonely.

Even if they meet occasionally, in the journey from the Sea of ​​Knowledge to the Ruby Mountain, most magicians travel alone, challenge difficulties alone, face crises alone, and bear hell alone.

It was not until they passed the trial of hell and came to this wall that they could clearly realize that throughout the ages there were so many magicians who had walked the same journey as them, so many geniuses who had reached the realm of God, and so many like-minded people who were waiting for them.

Even though they knew that what awaited them behind the gates of hell were competitors in a zero-sum game, and that every encounter was a battle of blades and tricks, it did not affect how moved they were at that moment.

Magicians are such contradictory creatures. They have great respect for the pioneers who are ahead of them, but their goal is to crush the pioneers' skulls and go further.

Most of the comments were encouraging:

"We are the champions!"

"Mom, I did it. I'm at the top of the magicians!"

"Don't give up your kindness. Kindness is not power, but kindness requires power."

"From now on, the Beldette family will be proud of me."

"May we reach the end of the road together, with smiles on our faces and sunshine in our ears."

"Instead of lamenting that the road is difficult, it is better to set off immediately."

There are also many inspirational ones:

"Even a goblin can become a demigod!"

"Even an orc can become a demigod!"

"Even a Veela can become a demigod!"

"Even if you're a fat guy, you can still become a demigod!"

"I have to find the guy who wrote that. I haven't eaten the Demigod Lala Fat yet."

There are also regrets that the demigods cannot let go of:

"Renfield, you can only accompany me so far."

"Brother, I will definitely find you in hell!"

"Why do you have to go your separate ways after becoming a demigod..."

"After a hundred years, I finally climbed up to find you."

"Pochi, from now on, the days we don't see each other will be counted in years."

Of course, there is also a sense of pride in magic:

"The future is the century of alchemy!"

"The heart cuts the body, the sword cuts the soul."

"Burn everything! I am the embodiment of flames!"

"I have seen the future, and you are not in it."

And violence:

"I will fight my way back, I will! When I fight my way out of hell, skulls will pile up like mountains, bones will line up like forests, hair will spread like carpets, and flesh will rot into dust. Wherever I go, there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"

Ash asked, "Vichy, do you know the author of this sentence?"

In fact, he didn't hold out much hope. After all, the message had turned gray, which meant the person who left the message had died long ago.

However, Wei Xi took a quick look and actually answered, "It's the Blood Bird, judging by the sentence structure, he should have written it."

"You really know him?"

"After working together for a while, I found him to be quite easy to use. Although he looks patient, he is very easy to read. It is quite convenient to use him to do dirty work."

"How did he die?"

"He was ambushed and seriously injured once and asked me for help, so I refined him into a wronged spirit." Weishi yawned, "He didn't even think about why he was ambushed not long after he cheated me of my share. He is actually quite suitable for the environment of hell, but unfortunately only the worst devils can survive to the end."

"When you get hurt in the future, don't look for someone you trust. Hide and lick your wounds like a stray dog. Only when you have the power to fight back, you are qualified to trust others."

Ash was a little speechless. He had wanted to use this message to teach Vichy a lesson, but he didn't expect that Vichy would teach him a lesson instead.

As Ash continued to read the message, Weisser glanced at Vichy and said, "You made it up, right?" Although it was a question, the tone was very affirmative.

"It must be true." Wei Xi said slowly, "It's OK as long as the meaning is conveyed."

At this moment, Diya suddenly said: "ba...Ash, look here!"

Everyone came over, and Sonia asked casually, "Witch, you almost called the wrong name."

"Yeah, I just shouted it out subconsciously." Diya felt a little embarrassed.

"But I remember that you never called him by the wrong name from the time Ash came back until he was promoted." Sonia looked at the witch: "Why did you suddenly call him by the wrong name?"

"Even in the Hell Trial, you called out his name subconsciously." Weishi added, "You didn't call out the wrong name even then."

Diya remained calm on the surface, but her legs were shaking and her hair had turned dirty. She held Sonia's hand and opened her innocent eyes wide: "I just yelled the wrong thing... I'm sorry."

The witch's eyes were full of pleading, and Sonia bit her lower lip. After all, they were friends who had experienced a lot together, so she let her go. But from the witch's nervous look and her pretentious attitude, they could guess that there must be something fishy going on. However, no matter how they guessed, they still underestimated the witch's pattern.

"What are you looking at, Ash?" Weisser asked curiously.

Ash squatted in front of the death curtain and was so absorbed in watching that he didn't notice what they were talking about. Sonia and the others came over and saw two words engraved on the curtain, glowing faintly:

"Give them what they want and give them what they need"

"Although my body is cold and fiery, I still look forward to the moment when it burns out."