fallen devil

Chapter 6 Scene [-] I Awaken in the Flames II
In a strange world, the sky is supported by flames, and the dry mud as hard as stone is endless, and only red and black are left in the field of vision.

Tang Ze was a little confused, looked at his hands, and found that he had regained his human appearance at some point.

The illusory human hands were fluorescent, and at the moment when he was in a daze, all kinds of terrible memories of the tragic deaths of the fallen demons, flames and blood, scorched ashes, and deep gunpowder smoke were stuffed into his mind.

"I am dead?"

Tang Ze shook his head vigorously. The last fragment in his memory was the appearance of the short-haired female assassin raising her wrist sword.

"Then this is the Palace of the King of Hell?"

He looked around calmly. There was nothing but the blazing sky and endless dry mud.

It was terribly quiet here, and the sizzling of the flames could not be heard, only his slight breathing and heartbeat.

"Never mind him, let's go and see."

Tang Ze scratched the back of his head helplessly, chose a random direction and started walking.

No matter where he went, the scenery was the same, with the burning sky and the withered earth. Tangze didn't feel tired when walking, but his mind began to get tired.

The job in the previous life required a good sense of time, Tang Ze can be sure that he walked for more than three hours.

Finding nothing, he wondered if it was a dream.

"Could it be that I am the one who is said to be fully enlightened, understand the truth of the world, and get rid of the suffering of the six realms of samsara, so I don't need to pass through the Yan Luo Temple and the Naihe Bridge?"

"Is there anyone there? Is there a ghost?"

"King Yama, I am your father?!"

"···"

"What the hell, there's not even a bird feather."

"I don't feel tired at all. It's really sad."

Tang Ze sighed and stopped, sat down on the hard ground, and lay down.

Endless flames entered his eyes, and he immediately closed them.

Who cares where he is, if he really wants to catch me in reincarnation, there will definitely be monsters and ghosts who will catch me.

If King Yama really forgot about him, he would sleep here until the world is destroyed.

Tang Ze, like a godly monk who has fully realized his enlightenment, pretended to be snoring.

Time passed as usual, and the sound of his breathing gradually stabilized.

One day, two days, three days.

January, February, March.

One year, two years, three years.

The pointer of time is stuck at 15 years later, but he himself can't remember clearly, because it is not very important.

Time flies like an arrow, and the flaming sky is burning as usual, but the hard dry mud has changed.

More than 1000 sharp marks were scratched, and next to the densely packed marks were written crookedly in italics, "Tang Ze counts", but as early as the first three years, he gave up counting time and devoted all his energy to somewhere else.

The silent years are like a knife, cutting the will.

Get used to it.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was calm, and he raised his right hand as usual.

Smashing it hard to the dry mud beside it, the force exploded, gravel flew, and the hard ground was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The right fist dissipated like smoke, but under Tang Ze's gaze, a trace of mist visible to the naked eye condensed back, and the right fist was completely recovered within a few minutes, intact as before.

"The speed of recovery has reached the limit?"

"strangeness?"

Tang Ze frowned, and turned his gaze to the flame sky.

Every part of the soul body has undergone countless tempering, and the countless roads along the way have his terrifying fist marks, but there is still brand new dry mud ahead.

He once stayed in a piece of dry mud for a year, and determined that the destroyed dry mud could not be restored again.

I have walked through countless roads, but there are no buildings or slightly higher rocks here, and the dry mud that is not so flat is always at the same height, and the sky is nothing but flames.

He built a high platform himself, pulled out rocks from the dry mud, and piled them day after day.

Every time he wakes up to exercise his body and practice his recovery ability, he will step on the high platform built by himself, but the higher he goes, the more he feels that the sky of flames is out of reach.

He would feel pain when his right fist was broken, but standing on the top of the high platform, he couldn't even feel the heat.

But this is also normal, just from the scientific knowledge acquired on the earth, one can know that if one wants to touch the flaming sky, one must be at least a kilometer away.

"It is estimated that there is no such thing as an atmosphere here."

He shook his head mockingly.

With his own efforts, the highest platform is only about 28m.

However, the height of the surrounding dry mud dropped by almost 1m. Tang Ze was unable to reach higher places due to insufficient materials and technology.

There is no end to this world, whether it is vertical or horizontal.

However, these were not the fundamental reasons why he felt strange. The reason why he woke up from a deep sleep was because he noticed heart palpitations.

a sign.

"coming?"

Tang Ze seemed to have a feeling. When he walked halfway to the high platform, he seemed to be looking at the edge of the dry mud, where it was integrated with the flames.

Intuition told him that everything would change at this moment.

Fine shadows appeared in the flames, like countless ants crawling out of the shadows, gushing out like a tide.

Tang Ze had eagle-like eyesight a few years ago, and the black shadow magnified infinitely in his field of vision, and his face instantly became clear.

Limbs are slender, wearing brown-gray armor, the lower body is wrapped in crimson rags, scarlet eyes are exposed under the devilish iron helmet, and he holds long knives, long swords, and other sharp weapons.

If you look carefully, there are still some subtle differences. For example, some guys are not holding weapons, but holding colorful energy clusters in their hands.

Tang Ze quickly extracted their identities from his distant memory.

In Diablo 2, the undead creature from the fourth act "Hell", "OblivionKnight".

There are three types: Doom Knight, Hell Knight, Oblivion Knight, some are magic monsters, and some are melee monsters.

According to the background of the game and Tang Ze's own playing experience, these monsters appeared more frequently in "River of Flames" and "Chaos Sanctuary". Combined with the current situation, he couldn't help but slap his head.

"This is somewhat similar to the 'River of Fire' scene in the game, maybe I'm still in the world of Diablo 2."

"After I die, will I fall into the hell world?"

While Tang Ze was thinking, the charging Forgotten Knights quickly passed under the high platform, wielding their weapons one after another to destroy the high platform, and stone chips flew all over the place.

Frost and flames mixed together and shot towards Tang Ze's location. This was the magic activated by the Knights of Misfortune.

The high platform collapsed suddenly, and several Forgotten Knights struggled to get up from the chaotic rocks, while Tang Ze's figure was engulfed by several flames, Frost immediately followed, and a violent explosion occurred.

The body that had been tempered for more than ten years shattered into smoke in an instant. The white smoke that was incompatible with this world swirled for a while and condensed on a huge stone.

When he tried to commit suicide a few years ago, he knew that he was immortal in this world.

"I see, I've passed the first level, now I'm going to the second level?"

Tang Ze moved his intact body, shook his neck, and suddenly realized.

With a bang, the boulder under his feet was crushed by the long knives of several Forgotten Knights. The sharp slash blocked the route, and the frost and fireballs were also ready to go.

Waving a fist that could explode a boulder, Karasawa ignored the incoming attack and calmly hit the nearest Forgotten Knight on the face.

The seemingly thin iron helmet burst out muffled sounds and sparks, it shook its head, and the iron helmet was slightly dented.

The next attack chopped Tang Ze into pieces, the magic reduced him to ashes, and a few minutes later, he condensed into a clearing.

"You have to grab the weapon first."

Tang Ze touched the places where he had just been beheaded, and the pain still remained.

"Come one by one."

Looking at the wave of Forgotten Knights rushing towards him, Tang Ze showed a ferocious smile. He swung his fist and sank into the sea of ​​monsters without hesitation.

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In the bloody wasteland, somewhere in a dark corner.

Different from the green fields with small plants, there are tall giant trees here. Through the interlaced jungle, you can see a huge tree. The vines on the tree are so thin that the shadows blend together. The surrounding area is barren, and a nameless tombstone.

Moss grows on the decaying gravel buildings, the iron fence on the outside is covered with red rust, and even the stone steps are beginning to fade.

This was originally a cemetery, but after the bloody wasteland was invaded by demons, it disappeared in the jungle in the corner. In fact, the evil buried here is no less than a cave in the green field.

The central trunk of the big vine tree cracked the golden eyes, the pupils of the eyes were facing down, and the countless vines used to cover them moved away like living things, revealing a huge tree hole, in which lay a red body quietly.

Thin vines pierced its skin, and a steady stream of power was provided by this large vine tree, but this human-like fallen demon still showed no signs of recovery.

He was a little taller, and the horns on the top of his head were almost too small to be seen. Except for his bright red complexion, no one could tell that he was a fallen demon.

The white stone brick floor in front of him was covered with shadows, and the black shadows squirmed out. They were several slow-moving zombies.

The few zombies were obviously much taller, with larger skeletons and complete body tissues, and their pale pupils were faintly bright.

They bowed before the golden eyes and communicated in a special way. In the silence, the golden eyes blinked.

The tall zombies bowed down more respectfully, and turned into darkness again, blending into the shadows.

At the same time, outside the cemetery hidden by the jungle, a group of Rogge found the entrance of the jungle, and they were surprised.

"There is still this jungle in the bloody wasteland, and no one has discovered it..."

"The zombie riot the night before probably has something to do with it."

"Leave a few sisters to guard, and the others and I will return to the camp and inform Lord Akara."

"Obey." "Obey." "Obey."

Some time ago, "Camp Rog" welcomed a new adventurer. It is said that a zombie riot occurred that night. The big shots in the camp were very concerned and quickly issued an order for Rog and the others to investigate the clues.

After checking several locations, an investigation team followed the trail of several zombies and found this place. It was really lucky.

Although it is dangerous to stay, but this mission is very important, they have this consciousness.

This is a breakthrough. They were discussing cautiously, but they didn't notice that on the trunk of a tall tree nearby, a black crow with red eyes turned suddenly took off and gradually flew into the depths of the jungle.

(End of this chapter)