From the moment he entered hell, Ash felt a slight sense of disharmony. He did not sense any hostility from Death Maniac, as if she was really doing her best to be Ash's tour guide, taking him to visit the scenic spots in hell and guiding him to loot all the scenic spots into historical monuments.

Now Ash finally understood that there was indeed no conflict of interest between him and Death Maniac.

No wonder she took me to search Hell.

No wonder she doesn't care about my rapid growth in strength.

Because everything I have will eventually become their nourishment, and it’s all my own free will.

It is reasonable for Ash to do his best to stop Ouroboros from devouring him. If they cannot defeat this monster from the future, then they will have no future at all. If giving one's heart can bring one strength, then why would Ash be reluctant to give it up?

But Ash keenly noticed a loophole, that is... Is he really the only one who can stop Ouroboros?

He is not a saint who takes all the responsibilities on himself. Apart from giving Sonia and the others a good morning kiss later, there is nothing else in this world that he must do. Instead of working hard on yourself, it is better to blame others. This is the life experience that Ash has gained from his life as a social animal.

He was sure that the Four Pillars and the Supreme of Stars had received the news, and most of the other gods also knew that the world was in danger. Ash didn't need to worry at all, he just had to comfort the operators. Maybe when he didn't know, the Supreme and the gods had quietly defeated Ouroboros and brought Hell back to the world?

My friend, you have to believe in these gods who have lived for thousands of years! Those guys have enjoyed all the bliss in the world, seen all the seasons, and even if they have to die, it is their turn. You haven't seen the witches who appeared together, haven't tasted the rusty lemon and orange flavor of the silver lamp again, haven't turned the maid into an orderly and kind person, haven't taken off the sword girl's wedding dress with your own hands, what are you playing with at such a young age?

Ash tried desperately to find excuses for himself, trying to convince himself to escape this grand and tragic responsibility. In the final analysis, there was only one reason: he was afraid.

He is no longer the confused death row inmate in Broken Lake Prison. Because he has nothing and no expectations, he is not afraid of losing or coming to an abrupt end.

But it's different now. He has too many expectations, and his to-do list can be listed into hundreds or thousands of lines... He wants to do naughty things with girls, even if he is beaten up by them afterwards, he will be satisfied... What he wants most is a miracle to happen, no one needs to endure grievances, and everyone can be happy... How can he waste his life on such a bullshit as saving the world?

"In front of us is the large force "Soul Stone Cairn." Death Maniac said: "This base is integrated with the magic temple, including the upper temple of Youmo's previous life, so Youmo immediately raided this base as soon as she arrived in Hell. With the connection with the temple, she easily took away the management of these demigods for three thousand years. I guess no one could have imagined that the fallen demigod would one day return to Hell to get the rent back."

"She left the Magic Temple in the First Level of Hell on purpose, right?" Although it was a question, Ash used a statement tone, "Let's go back and see if she still remembers this."

Si Kuang glanced at him and said, "You have a good relationship with her?"

"not good."

"You're not good enough to kiss her wetly and play with her body? Don't you know who she is?"

Ash's lips moved slightly as he defended himself, "Those were just interactions of intrigue and deception. I never let my guard down against her... No, why should I explain to you? This is none of your business." He toughened up at the end.

The dead man's face turned cold, "Whatever you want to do."

This time, she did not follow Ash into the Soul Cairn, but waited outside, staring coldly at Ash's back. Ash turned his head and looked at Death Maniac, not understanding why she was angry. If it was Sonia who was angry, he could understand, but why were you angry, Death Maniac?

The demigods of the Soul Stone Cairn did not flee. Various gems were scattered all over the ground, as well as many crystal cores of Shadow Evil Dragons. Shadow Evil Dragons were almost dominant creatures in the lower four levels of the Void Realm. Ordinary magicians could not compete with them at all, and even the Legendary Sanctuary had to be cautious in fighting them. But in Hell, the Shadow Evil Dragon tribe could only become pets of demigod magicians. This reminded Ash of some novels, where the strong men in the human world broke through to the heavens and could only mine and become miners, and the more they mixed up, the worse they became.

Whether it was a magician or a creature in the virtual world, entering the realm of God was like going to hell to suffer. Even a demigod with the fifth level of the Hell Wing still had no time to relax, and had to go all out every year to fight against disasters. The quality of life was a sharp drop compared to that of a legendary magician. Ash was not sure whether eternal life was suffering, but eternal life in hell was indeed suffering.

But fortunately, the Void Realm threw all the immortals into hell, otherwise the magician civilization would not have been able to develop. Now the Legendary Sanctuary can corrupt an entire area if it goes berserk. If the demigods can return to the human world, the land will sink in a matter of minutes, and all civilizations will be destroyed.

Even if the Lord God and the Demigods set up rules and regulations, it would be useless. As long as the time is long enough and the base is large enough, there will always be a Demigod who will suddenly become brain-dead. Apart from anything else, if there was no Ash to suppress him, Vichy might have turned the stars into a purgatory on earth. In that dream, she not only wanted to be the master of Ash, but also the master of all living things.

When he thought of this, Ash felt a little upset. He knew that the accusations of the death maniac were all correct... so he could only explain that everything he did was to suppress the Ghost Prophet.

There are a lot of source crystals and knowledge essences harvested in the Soul Stone Cairn, and there is no disaster. There are two wonders, one is "Soul Reflection", which can make any unit's soul attacked by its own reflection. The reflection cannot be destroyed unless the enemy unit is completely covered by light, in order to cancel the reflection pursuit;

One is the "Soul Screaming Sound Wave", which roars out a crescent-shaped sound wave. All units that hear it will have their souls shattered. The sound wave can penetrate all defenses. If the enemy's defensive wonders cannot avoid soul magic, they will be easily crushed.

Both of them are wonders that focus on the soul, with shadow and sound as secondary. These two wonders are suitable for Vichy... but what the hell! No!

Ash shook his head and stuffed both wonders into the Soul Heaven.

Regardless of whether or not he could defeat Ouroboros in the future, it was always right to plunder Hell now. Even without Ouroboros, he would still be an enemy of the world, and the Starry Supreme would still be eyeing him covetously. Becoming stronger was always necessary for his survival.

What's more, there are Sword Princess and others waiting outside, and Ash has to work hard to pick up trash even if it is to help them become stronger. It's strange to say that compared to training himself, Ash will be happier to see the operators become stronger, and there is a kind of happiness of training.

"Blade Storm, this can be given to Sword Princess."

"Time Lock, the witch should be able to use it..."

"Demon Form, I think everyone can use it... Give it to the witch."

"'Refractive Guardian' can counteract any magical attack several times!? Can my sword body barrier finally be retired!?"

"Soul Suppression, directly suppressing the enemy's soul, this..."

Then Ash and Death Maniac swept through Hell like a comb, plundering several strongholds one after another, and countless source crystals and gems. The demigods who retreated decisively like the Ten Strings Mansion were actually a minority, and most of the demigods were unwilling to give up their years of business accumulation and chose to fight to the end, mainly because they did not realize that they were facing an eight-winged existence beyond the dimension... They thought they could create miracles.

Ash felt that he was too outrageous - before entering Hell, he didn't even have a single wonder, and was at most an ordinary demigod of a large legendary level. Now, he not only condensed a level of Hell Wings, but also possessed more than a dozen higher-level wonders, each of which was the demigod organization's trump card for the decisive battle. In terms of paper strength alone, he could already catch up with the veteran demigods!

It took other demigods dozens or hundreds of years to achieve the strength, but he got it without any effort. And this was not the limit, he had not even finished searching the first level of hell.

After stuffing another wonder into the Soul Heaven, Ash couldn't help but sigh: "If Ouroboros can be satisfied by swallowing Hell, it's actually pretty good..."

Death Maniac chuckled and said contemptuously: "Do you think Ouroboros is quite good for you?"

Ash did not deny that the empty hell and his spiritual paradise were a perfect match, just like a thief carrying a big bag found an open vault. Normally, every resource and every bit of strength in hell must be maintained through competition and bloody battles. The weak do not even have the qualifications to become stronger, and cannot even survive the disasters every year.

If Ash and his companions entered hell through normal means, whether they wanted to or not, they would have to show their most brutal and ferocious side, stepping on the corpses of their enemies to climb to the top step by step, otherwise they would be trampled into the dust by other demigods.

There is no sulfur lake, no sea of ​​fire, no oil pan in this hell. Some strongholds even have nice scenery, but all living beings are in dire straits. Creatures in the virtual world are enslaved by magicians for life, and it is not uncommon for them to be skinned and flayed. Magicians are always worried, and no one dares to enjoy themselves. They have to beware of other forces every day, and have to survive disasters every year.

Not like hell, but better than hell.

Now Ash doesn't have to go through the pain of his predecessors, and he can also take all the resources of the entire hell into his pocket. It would be a lie to say that he was not glad to have encountered such a good thing.

"Come to think of it," Si Kuang held a cigarette in his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest, "it's time for him to show up..."

"What?"

Ash was startled, then noticed a large ball of white toothpaste foam appearing behind him.

Without any hesitation, Ash pointed at the bubble, and the five-wing source power evaporated violently. A tilted illusory tower in the Soul Heaven made a rumbling sound, and the substitute spirit sleeping on the top of the tower was shaken and fell down!

Wonder·Overturn!

The ground where the bubble is located keeps collapsing, engulfing the bubble and collapsing it repeatedly, just like a blender! The key to overturning wonders is not only collapse, but also tilting - the affected units will always be in an unbalanced state and can only watch themselves being buried by the ground!

After a few seconds the ground became flat, Ash exhaled and asked, "What is that?"

"The Forsaken." Death Maniac said, "It's useless for you to do this. The Forsaken cannot be eliminated because you can't kill a being without a name."

"If you want to destroy it," she said, "you have to wait until it remembers its name."

Boom!

The entire ground was suddenly lifted up, and a blood-red dragon covered with thorns jumped out from the ground, roaring in pain from its ferocious and vicious mouth:

"I am... I am... Bloodthorn Dragon Hunter Lu Gaoyin!"

"Everything with a name!" His eyes flashed with ferocity. "All must be forgotten!"