Capítulo 630: Chapter 317: The Absurd Devil and the Indulgent Adventurer
Bator Nine Prisons, Second Layer, “Dic”.
The steep, majestic mountains resembled solidified waves of the land, stretching endlessly. The sky remained perpetually overcast with a dead, ashen gray. The air was filled not only with the pervasive stench of sulfur found in every corner of Hell but also with a strong scent of rust.
In the depths of these desolate mountains, where countless broad roads reflecting tallic luster converged, lay the most magnificent tropolis of Purgatory—”Steel City.”
Thanks to the absurdly rich resources of various tal ores from the surrounding mountains, this city boasted a highly developed mining and tallurgy industry.
Moreover, due to its ruler, the Great Duke “Dispater’s” fervent pursuit of high-end technology and military might, the myriad manufacturing workshops and armories made Steel City the most renowned production hub of munitions in the Multiverse, supplying military weapons ceaselessly to war enthusiasts of all kinds.
Today was no different.
Without distinction between day and night, the clamor of tal grinding and the roar of wheels rolling down the roads echoed above the streets.
Located at the furthest corner of the Steel City’s core inner ring, Rust District, Broken Blade Avenue, No. 32.
A three-story building matching the sa straightforward and sharp style of its surroundings, adorned with nurous tallic elents.
Basent.
Unlike the bright and flashy exterior, the basent was extrely dim, lit only by a few specially crafted candles on copper holders. These candles pacified the agitated magic particles in the air while barely illuminating the surrounding space.
The floor revealed a smooth, flawless surface, featuring a gigantic array composed of nurous intricate patterns and profound emblems.
At the center of the array, atop the highest quality velvet cushion, sat a tall figure in a formal suit.
The suit seed custom-made, fitting extrely snugly. There was special treatnt at the cuffs, waist, abdon, and even the tightness from sleeve to shoulder, leaving no sense of being too loose or overly restrictive.
With eyes closed, the figure sat motionless, seemingly ditating. The physique was significantly more robust compared to a normal human yet retained humanoid traits, with noticeably rougher, dark red skin hinting at small scales. Two finger-sized black-brown keratin horns atop the head and occasional fiery breath evident during breathing confird his identity as a devil.
Buzz—
The previously slightly soothed magic particles in the air suddenly beca turbulent.
Accompanied by a high-pitched humming from an energy surge, the patterns of the floor array abruptly lit up, casting the entire basent in a dark red light akin to congealed blood.
“Hiss… Hoo!”
Eyes snapped open, pupils contracted sharply!
Extrely abruptly, just a mont before, he was still maintaining a ditative and serene state, breathing long and slow.
The next second, as if having gone through so intense activity, he drew a sharp breath and gasped heavily like a drowning person finally saved.
The body, originally calmly seated, twisted as well, leaning back, barely maintaining balance by propping the floor with one hand.
The other hand instinctively reached upwards, grabbing at his throat.
Seeming very undignified and rude, he roughly tore open his collar.
Until his palm completely covered his neck, feeling the rough skin, the expanding and contracting trachea, and the bone underneath with each breath,
Saloyan’s face, filled with lingering fear, slowly regained its calm amidst the rapid breathing.
“Damn it,” he subconsciously cursed, reminiscing the scorching sparks and fleeting russet sharp light that filled his vision at the last mont.
“What the hell was that!?”
Subsequently, the backlash from the death of his consciousness projection struck him, leaving him looking as if severely ill. His aura grew feeble, his spirit weak, and even the dark red complexion of his face showed a touch of pale powerlessness.
Saloyan wasn’t a physical entity in the Material Realm; he utilized related arrays and special items for consciousness projection. Even after deceitfully having Abi sign a contract, temporarily controlling their body and soul, it was rely like opening a channel, allowing more of the Purgatory’s energy to be transmitted.
Thus, after being decapitated by Xia Nan, although he “died” in the Material Realm, his Purgatory form rely entered a weakened state temporarily, not affecting the source of life.
With a lifespan far exceeding the short-lived races and the extensive experience accumulated in his devil’s career, Saloyan had indeed experienced failures, and they weren’t few.
After all, many souls with high value in their eyes were extrely difficult to acquire, and most intelligent beings were quite wary of the “Devil” race.
Sotis, even the slightest oversight could expose his identity and purpose, wasting all previous efforts.
But as for the experience just described, having completely dominated the situation, losing everything at the very last mont with victory assured… this was the first ti he encountered such.
“Why…”
“How is it possible?”
Not even rising from the array, his heart filled with intense astonishnt and doubt, this noble of the second layer of Purgatory began to review his experiences in the Material Realm.
Of course, the primary focus of the review was undoubtedly the black-haired youth nad Xia Nan, who sent his consciousness back to Purgatory.
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