The brave man opened the coffin and rose

A distant and weak voice conveyed.

As he listened, old Winston's proud head gradually drooped.

"I see, so that's how it is... The soldiers of Raven Castle were——"

Before he could finish his sentence, old Winston's throat seemed to be stuck by some invisible force and he could not utter a single syllable.

[I'm giving you advice, but you're revealing my identity? How cruel...]

As the invisible force grows stronger, how long can the already aging wizard hold on after losing the protection of the magic circuit?

Before long, old Winston could only reach out and grab randomly, trying to pull the thing that was grabbing him off.

And at this point, there was a flash of bright green flame, and it finally released its hold on old Winston.

[Well, that's all. You just need to accept it.]

This is the proposal of the visitor from the prison in the royal capital.

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At the same time, the Nine Hells also had their own visitors.

No, the use of the word "at the same time" is not so standard in the Nine Hells.

Because it belongs to another dimension, the flow of time here can definitely not be described as the same as that of the material plane.

In fact, among all the outer interfaces, the Nine Hells is one of the better ones.

Because in some ways, it is relatively close to the material plane. At least emotions and interpersonal interactions can still proceed normally here.

For example, the Beastiality, a plane filled with the wild power of nature, seems to be quite friendly to career paths such as rangers, druids, or nature priests.

But be careful, if you kill a beast here, if you fail your Charisma saving throw, the result is that you will become the beast you killed.

Because this plane is truly a paradise that belongs to natural forces, and it is a paradise that only belongs to natural forces.

For another example, passion and intuition are higher than the unrestrained wildness of life;

Joseph's Garden, the place of immortal battle and reincarnation;

A turbulent soup of unstable matter and energy, stone melts into water and freezes into metal, then turns into diamond, then burns into smoke and turns into snow, and so on endlessly, a chaotic ocean of unpredictable changes;

It is cold, noisy, dark, and without any natural light. It also takes away sound and warmth. Language communication requires shouting close to the ear in order to be heard. It is a noisy and empty tunnel.

Lost joy, lost hope, lost passion, Hades of the Three Depressions;

And the battlefield of Acheron, with its iron fragments and echoes...

Compared to those planes that have no social existence at all, the Nine Hells, which has some scorching flames and magma but has social existence, is a very rare case.

Even if this kind of society is a kind of feudal and personal despotism, it is extremely common in the material plane, isn't it?

For example, in the North, especially in the North - under the conspiracy of the Nine Hells Demons that are divided, divided and divided again, only the most extreme concentration of power can fight against the malice in people's hearts.

After all, there are only a few people like Abes who use absolute power to prevent the evil thoughts of the noble forces in the North from being revealed.

To get back to the point, the power of the Nine Hells is also a quasi-feudal form. When it comes to power, that person, no, that big devil, is the Grand Duke Asmodeus of Nessus.

The remaining eight rulers each rule over a different level of territory.

If one wishes to reach the deepest realm of the Nine Hells, one must pass through all eight layers above in sequence.

The quickest way is to use the ferry of the Styx, which connects to the Nine Layers of Hell, and go deeper layer by layer.

The river was dotted with bubbling oil and the filthy wreckage of ships, and on its banks lay the fetid corpses of those who had drifted in from the battlefield.

Any creature other than demons who dares to taste or even just touch the waters here will be severely affected.

This special river not only flows through the nine layers of hell, but also flows through the scorching hell and the endless abyss where the devils' mortal enemies, the demons, live.

The Three Depressions of Hades, the Acheron battlefield, and the Tunnel of Madness, all kinds of disaster planes, are also places where this river passes.

Now you probably understand the weirdness of this river.

There are seven layers of heaven that correspond to the nine layers of hell, and the Sky Mountain where the gods are located. However, there are so many just and kind forces that cannot connect the excellent, normal, kind, and friendly planes.

But there is such a river that connects the most evil, saddest, most desperate and miserable planes.

Is there some unknown secret behind this?

Fortunately, these terrible planes are not connected or communicated through this "Grand Canal".

Otherwise, if they stick together, even if there are ten more Seventh Heavens, it would be difficult to resist their crazy, chaotic and uncontrollable violence.

And on this river, there is the ferry of sinners drifting in the waters of the Styx.

The ferryman has a much-celebrated name in the material plane, Charon.

But in the final analysis, whether there is an evil demon or something more difficult to explain under the hood is a reasonable guess.

However, in the legends of many races, that guy is a human... or other common humanoid creature?

However, the idea that Charon is a human race or that Charon is a humanoid race is something that all great beings, from the seven heavens to the nine hells, would laugh out loud.

How could these tiny races be so confident that Charon would have similarities with them?

And now, above the river, "Charon" appeared again.

If you see these pictures and are in a mood to appreciate them, perhaps you will be able to appreciate the unique beauty of death.

His boat, like a huge black crow feather, floated leisurely on the water;

The oars seemed like obsidian sharpened by time, cold, hard and powerful.

A dark robe just crossed over the edge of the boat, letting the hem of the robe flutter in the waves of the Styx.

Charon's face was shrouded in the shadow of the night, with only a pair of deep eyes flashing a cold and ruthless light.

Then, the cold and hard obsidian oar began to swing, and the surface of the River Styx was covered with black ripples under the movement of the oar.

These ripples seemed like the tentacles of death, gently stirring the withered scene on the river bank and bringing up a cold and damp wind.

Generally speaking, there is only endless silence and coldness here.

But occasionally, some heroic souls would converse with Charon.

It's just that today, it's a little too lively here.

All this was because of this visitor, a visitor who came through the River Styx and arrived at the first level of the Nine Hells.

"It doesn't matter if the dragon's signal disappears, it doesn't matter if the giant's signal disappears—"

"I came from the battlefield of Acheron, and I came here--"

"I came here to tell you that the time has come to continue!"