[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

somewhere.

A figure was lying on a wooden bed, with a faint fluorescent light all over its body.The white lion lay quietly at the foot of the bed, like a loyal bodyguard silently guarding its master, but it looked a little out of sorts.

Suddenly, the lion's ears lying on the ground moved, and he turned his head to look at the door, with golden threads of light shining in his open blue eyes.

There were footsteps.

After distinguishing for a while, recognizing the familiar rhythm and breath, Alpha lazily returned to the original place again.

The blond elf and his white stag came in one after the other.

Palladia lay directly next to Alpha, rubbing his forehead against the lion's cheek. The lion only slightly opened its eyes, rubbed back against the white deer, and closed them again.

Thranduil walked to the stone bed and sat down, and placed the red crystal in his hand on the chest of the sleeping Elrond.The flickering light around the half-elf's body became brighter, flickering as if breathing.

In response to the breath of light, the color of those red crystals gradually faded and disappeared, and finally the crystals turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

Thranduil stretched out his hand to stroke Elrond's black hair, his fingertips slid across the half-elf's eyebrows, and stopped on his cheek.

When the Elven King awoke in the New World, Elrond was by his side.Alpha and Palladia guarded them, keeping some strange black misty creatures from approaching.

Those "dirty things" full of resentment, viciousness and darkness surround them all the time, as if they are a rare and delicious feast, lingering lingeringly, eager to get a piece of the pie.

Soon the king of the jungle let these guys know how to write the words "not easy to mess with".At the same time, Thranduil also obtained some information about this place, allowing him to gain a foothold here.

But the elven lord has not opened his eyes since then, and even his spiritual guide, the white lion Alpha, has become increasingly dizzy. If it hadn't reacted to Palladia and Thranduil, the elven king would have thought that it also Will follow its master into a deep sleep.

——Here is what humans call hell, the eternal cage of demons.

The demons trapped inside wanted to leave hell, but the gates of hell locked them.Without contracts, summons, and gaps, all demons cannot escape hell, even the king of hell.

This is the cage created by the gods for that which threatens man, and the last and eternal sanctuary of the fallen.

However, in the view of the Elven King from Middle Earth, "hell" is just a general term for space.

There is no fixed landform here, just a void of power space, and the space will change the surrounding environment according to the needs and will of the occupants.

For example, the "forest hut" where he and Elrond live now is just a product born under his will.If Thranduil wanted Iruber covered with gold, as long as he had enough will and strength, this place would also become what he remembered.

At the same time, after using will and power to affect an area, this area becomes a "subspace" of oneself. In the space, the owner's will is absolute, unless the force stronger than the owner is used to directly smash this area. Subspace, otherwise other demons cannot interfere with this area.

The demons in hell have a clear class distinction, the weak can only exist by relying on the strong, and the nature of the demons always produces various conflicts and betrayals between them, so there will never be a lack of excitement here.

There is very little death in hell, because death is not the most serious punishment for demons, they prefer endless torture and lure new residents to fall into the darker depths.

After understanding the rules of hell, Thranduil immediately found a "remote" corner to hide himself and Elrond, who had been unconscious all along.

Remoteness is also remoteness in a relative sense.In the seemingly endless hell, remoteness is just an intuition-the demons in this place are not so frequent, which can reduce the risk of exposure.

In the last world, Thranduil saw with his own eyes that the fragments of the Codex of Souls reunited at the end, sinking into Elrond's heart intact.

And Elrond, who came to this world, has been in a coma. Is it related to the abnormality of the Soul Code at that time?

Now the soul code is in Elrond's body?

Thranduil wasn't sure what happened.

Elrond was like the sleeping elves in Lorien's garden, just sleeping peacefully and silently, sometimes making the fair-haired elf think that the other party would never wake up again.

An obscure cold light flashed in his blue eyes.

—Only this, he will never allow.

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Elrond has been in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up. Thranduil tried many methods but failed to get any response.

The opportunity for the change lies in a demon that suddenly appeared when Thranduil taught the first batch of pretenders who did not know how many.

"You are amazing." The compliment from the devil's mouth always sounded very sincere.

The Elf King of the dense forest said that he was used to hearing praises since he was a child, and he didn't bother to pay attention to new words of praise.

"It's the first time in hell that I saw creatures that shone like those nasty angels, so you and your companions will become so conspicuous in this darkness, attracting a group of light-seeking bugs."

"But continue to consume power without ingesting it like this, and you will soon weaken and become bait for other demons."

The demon put on a gentlemanly appearance, but in the eyes of the elf king, it was just another cloud of black mist wrapped in human skin, which could not change its essence.

He glanced coldly at the uninvited guy and didn't speak.

Deep down in his heart, Thranduil knew that what the other party said was not wrong.

From a while ago, he could feel that his power was being consumed all the time. Perhaps it was due to the surrounding environment. The speed of consumption and replenishment could not be equal—here there was no food, no air, only turbid energy. Dill also wondered why he and Elrond were still alive here.

But after living in hell for so many years, Thranduil already knew that the devil's words could never be fully believed.

The demons in hell, regardless of their strength and status, seem to be born conspirator and liar. Lies and betrayal are their nature. The words that come out of their mouths are often difficult to tell. It is best not to believe a word , because even if it looks extremely sweet, every word must be full of venom.

"Hell is such a difficult place to live." The demon didn't seem to feel the elf king's displeasure, shrugged his shoulders and sighed in a funny way, and continued on his own, "If you want to replenish your strength, you Can absorb energy from places of great strength - those are fragments of broken dead demons and human souls, great tonic for both demons and angels."

"However." The devil evoked a strange smile, "After those things are contaminated by the breath of hell, they all carry the madness of hell. The guys who use these powers will gradually degenerate into madness and become closer and closer to us. Then you will How to choose?"

The elf king's answer to the demon was a swift blow!

The elf's long blade transformed from memory splits the phantom of the demon in front of him, and the white light of the knife even gives people the illusion that it can tear apart the space.

"If you don't have power, you can't do anything in hell, you can't protect that soulless body, and you can't leave this dark hell." The demon's voice dissipated in the black mist, faintly mixed with wild laughter, making people The elf king with keen five senses frowned.

—a body without a soul.

If the demon's words are true, it's no wonder Elrond has never woken up and Alpha has been drowsy.

"Tsk!"

No matter how much he warned himself that the devil's words could not be trusted, Thranduil still listened to the devil's lies, because the bait the other party offered was too tempting.

—The devil always knows how to move a heart.

Thranduil let the weapon disappear and returned to the core of his space, where Elrond slept.

He put his hand on the half-elf's heart, calling out to the object of his soul and spiritual connection as he had done countless times before.

At this time, he would wish that he was a guide, so that he could go deep into Elrond's spirit and find the reason for his unconsciousness.

"Elrond... Elrond."

—Is your soul really not here?

In a trance, he seemed to be standing on a piece of scorched land, as if the end of the world only made Thranduil frowned slightly.

His guide stood beside him, looking together at the rolling black clouds in the sky, and in the center of the black clouds came a terrible sound.

【You... finally... hee hee...】

【End...battle...leave...】

The scene changed suddenly again. Thranduil guarded Elrond and stood at the port of Star City. The fragment of the Codex of Souls was calling for its other half. Back to the appearance he had seen in the book.

But suddenly, the soul crystallized into a white light, sinking into Elrond's chest.

The half-elf suddenly fell into a coma, and when he was able to hold the opponent, he suddenly disappeared.

Then, at last, he remembered, in his last moments of consciousness, what seemed to be a familiar voice.

"I caught you, hee hee."