In the Black Hell, three beams of light chased each other endlessly on the quiet Golden River, passing through the bell tower church that was perched on the Golden River. The violent clouds and waves caused by the supersonic flight shook the heavy dragon-roaring bronze bell. The ancient and vicissitudes of life bell sound spread far away, but the bell sound was soon drowned out by a more turbulent and more magnificent torrent. The brilliant golden flood swept everything, as if fate threw the most noble spear to judge the sinners in hell!
As soon as Ash had a thought, the Heart Hunter Throne moved freely, setting up seventeen rounds of inky sword marks in front of him. When the dragon warrior chasing him from behind stepped into the center of the sword marks, he turned around and activated the sword body cage, binding and locking the dragon warrior!
Seventeen rounds of black sword marks converged at the same time, and seventeen sickles of the god of death harvested at the same time! Even if the dragon warrior could block the sword marks, every time he endured it was equivalent to being destroyed by Ash's god-level soul pressure. So far, the Forsaken with the strongest soul foundation that Ash had seen collapsed and spontaneously combusted after enduring it eight times!
Pah! Before the inky sword marks converged, the dragon warrior broke through the sword's cage and slashed at Ash with incredible speed. The space vibrated like a mountain razor falling!
Ash turned around and fought hard, his two swords spinning like windmills, the divine power canceled each other out the moment the swords touched, the space rift caused by the confrontation even distorted the light, and the layers of refraction protection on Ash's body shattered like glass! In the blink of an eye, the two fought dozens of rounds in a split second, the extremely precise swords and the extremely domineering fists and feet collided to create a melody of boiling blood, all the way to the quiet river surface!
Vicious flames ignited in Ash's heart, burning him into a torch, and even the soul of the Kingdom of Souls was ignited! Ash kicked his foot to the side, and the air that had accumulated to the limit was kicked out by him like an explosive wave. With this momentum, he changed the direction of flight and flew low over the river, constantly using the refraction to protect and drive away the poisonous flames on his body!
Behind the dragon warrior, there was a short goblin fire dancer. It was precisely because of the pursuit of these two Forsaken that Ash didn't even have the spare time to plunder resources. The dragon warrior was a dual practitioner of space fist and claw, and the goblin was a dual practitioner of fire and soul. The former was good at close combat, and the latter was good at long-range ignition. Moreover, they both had the ability to cross the defense barrier and directly attack the soul body. Therefore, Ash didn't dare to fight them closely at all - although he could forcefully kill this group of Forsaken, his soul body would inevitably be damaged. Now they didn't have an effective healing miracle, and the soul body injury could only rely on time to heal. If it couldn't be healed, it would become a permanent curse!
"If you continue to tangle with them, a flood will catch up with us." The death madman next to him reminded.
"So they must die now!" Ash glanced at the Forsaken chasing behind him, crushed the two source crystals in his hand, and sang in a low and rapid voice: "Sad wind, cloudy sky, ancient lamps, string music, twenty-two sounds of late summer, sixty-six flying snowflakes, I am the other end of all the rushing! Rise!"
The wonder of the upper position: Wanlan!
Ash stretched out his hand and pulled, and the quiet Golden River was actually moved by him, like an overturned mountain and sea pressing down on the Forsaken behind! In an instant, the offensive and defensive forces changed!
The Wonder of the Rescue was Ash's harvest in the Deep Blue Hell. Its effect allowed the magician to control all water flows. However, with the strength of a demigod, he could basically hold up 80,000 tons of seawater at will. However, although the Cangjin River was a water flow, it also contained the origin of time and was in a special static state. Most water magic wonders were ineffective against the Cangjin River.
After trying it, Ash discovered that the Wanlan wonder had little effect on the Cangjin River and had given up, but Death Maniac told him that he could use the Supreme Void Wings to strengthen any wonder, and the way to strengthen it was to name it.
When he chants the name of the magic spirit seriously, the magic spirit's strength will be temporarily strengthened. If he can name all the magic spirits in the wonder, the wonder can even achieve a qualitative leap, but the effect is limited to one time. In fact, all demigods can strengthen the wonder by chanting the real name of the magic spirit, but they use the prison wings, while Ash has the supreme virtual wings, and the strengthening effect will be more obvious.
If you cannot chant the true names of all the spirits, you can also just point out the core spirits and use general words to summarize the rest. As long as you respect the spirits enough and your request is sincere enough, you can still get their full support. The stupidest and most naive beings in this world are the spirits.
However, the biggest disadvantage of chanting is that the enemy will discover what wonders you are going to use, but the Forsaken only act according to their combat instincts from their previous lives and have no ability to analyze Ash's true intentions!
The dragon warrior was submerged in the Gold River and completely disappeared beneath the calm river surface.
The Goblin Fire Dancer, which was a little further away, dodged with its superb flying skills, but when it came to its senses, it found that there was no one in front of it.
Cobra Maneuver!
He is behind me!
Even though the Goblin Fire Dancer dodged immediately with his rich combat experience, Ash had already circled behind it and thrust his two swords through its back. Even though the goblin immediately ignited Ash's soul, Ash was like a burning train, pushing it forward all the way, and the Heart Hunter Throne kept launching convergence attacks!
When the sixth round of inky sword marks closed, the Goblin Fire Dancer was completely extinguished and dissipated. Ash didn't dare to stop at all, flapping his virtual wings with all his strength to cross the Ten Mile Golden River, narrowly avoiding the flood that had already caught up!
"How much time do I have left before I can leave Hell?"
"32 minutes."
"Which means I still have to escape from the Forsaken for another 32 minutes—"
“No.” Death Maniac shook his head. “Within 25 minutes at the latest, the Black Hell will be completely submerged. The Black Hell is a circular world connected end to end. You see a flood behind you, but in fact there is also a flood in front of you. They will eventually converge together.”
"Is it possible for me to survive the flood for seven minutes?" Ash said, "A demigod soul should be able to withstand the erosion of time, right?"
"You can't even hold out for a minute." Death Maniac said calmly, "The Black Descent Flood is not the Flowing Gold River. When the flood fills the entire Black Descent Hell, it will return to a static state and form a new Gold River. The flowing river water is the scouring of time, and the static river water is the cage of time. All the magicians trapped in the Gold River will not decay or move, but for every second in the outside world, their consciousness will have gone through ten thousand years."
Ash's scalp tingled as he heard this, cold sweat broke out from every pore, and he subconsciously flew higher and away from the Golden River. One second was like ten thousand years, and his body could not move, like a bug imprisoned in amber, slowly drying up in the long silence... Compared to this, even death became gentle.
"This is the judgment of the virtual world on the demigods of hell." Death Maniac said: "One person cannot survive."
Ash keenly heard the subtext: "Could it be that the Black Demigod has a solution?"
"The headquarters of the Black Council, the Ark of the Dead." Death Maniac said, "The nails of the dead build the hull, the hair of the dead weave the sails, the ribs pave the ground, the skulls build the walls. When the golden waves drown everything, only the bones can pass through the curtain of death." - The Ark of the Dead is the only demigod stronghold that can resist the flood. Now the Black Council demigods must be holding out there, hoping that the flood can drown the Forsaken!"
"Your only hope now is to find a way to enter the Ark of the Dead to survive the last few minutes, or to collect four calamities and go directly to the fourth level of hell... But let's not talk about whether there is anyone who has collected calamities. Even if there is, you probably don't have the money to carefully search for resources."
Ash nodded. I don't know what he was thinking about, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little bit, but the light in his eyes dimmed a little bit.
Death Maniac glanced at him, was silent for a moment and asked: "Are you scared?"
Ash shook his head and said softly: "No, I just think that the Ark of the Dead sounds like a necromancy spectacle that will make Harvey ecstatic." As he spoke, he felt that he was a little childish. Now was no time for him to be sad.
However, Death Maniac said: "In fact, although it is difficult to trace, it has been rumored in hell that the Ark of the Dead is the legacy of the Dead King Haagen Dazs."
Ash was startled and asked, "Even you don't know the origin of the Ark of the Dead? I thought you should have known all the secrets of the magician world..."
"If the Ark of the Dead really existed at the same time as Haagen-Dazs, it's normal that we don't know about it." Death Maniac said, "According to our speculation, when Haagen-Dazs was active, the sixth level of the Void Realm had not yet appeared, and there were only three of the Four Pillars of God...if there were three Pillars of God at that time."
"What a distant story..." Ash exclaimed, "You must have had many wonderful experiences."
"you--"
"I know, I know, you must have gone through a lot of hardships." Ash tilted his head to look at her, "But if you are willing to share your wonderful experiences with me, I would be happy to listen. Just like people still remember Haagen-Dazs thousands of years later, wouldn't it be a pity if your wonderful stories just disappeared like this?"
The dead man glanced at him, biting the cigarette holder but not smoking.
"…You don't have time this time."
"Then save it until the next time I enter Hell."
"Aren't you afraid that I will call on thousands of Forsaken to kill you now?" Death Maniac said sarcastically, "Do you want to pay the price for your naivety again?"
Really holding a grudge... Ash found it funny. He looked up and saw a fortress appearing on the horizon. He turned back to see the flood behind him and asked, "Should I head straight to the Ark of the Dead, or should I just plunder some resources?"
"Ironforge, I don't remember any wonders worth mentioning in it, don't stop." Death Maniac said: "But I remember there is a sword wonder in the sword tower further back, and there are also many resources in it, you hurry up-"
"I know, I know."