Don't confiscate my citizenship

The entrance hall on the fourth floor of the prison. After you wake up and look around, you will find that it is larger and darker than the transfer hall on the first floor.

The walls of the rotunda are decorated with some chilling reliefs, completely in the style of the devil world, and are embedded with looming lights, which only provide minimal lighting, making the entire space shrouded in a hazy light and shadow.

How do we get to the exit teleportation hall on the other side later?

Hyperion looked at the black-haired and green-eyed poet and asked.

If you want to find the cell of Guardian Antanas, use the function of Helrom Prison to open the cell, and try to communicate with the prisoners, you must first enable the service point trading permission at the current level.

The trading authority will only be opened after all conditions for leaving the current level are met.

Among the three conditions, the team's service points must be greater than 4,000, and the team must have permission and evaluation from the negative four-level warden. These two conditions have been met.

The only thing left is to successfully reach the teleportation hall on the negative fourth floor.

That is the end of the long road after leaving the entrance hall.

You need to pass through a lot of dream areas on the way, triggering the gentle land of falling again and again.

According to the usual mechanism of prison guard internship at Protus Royal Academy of Magic, moving on this level, even if you help each other, may take a lot of time.

You guys stay a little away from me. Wait until I finish stepping on the floor and dispel the illusion, and then you can follow me.

Lan Qi looked at her and said softly.

...

It turns out that apart from me waking up too late and you waking up too early, you are also perfectly adapted to the magic of falling gentle land?

Hyperion felt that now she did not find a companion, but a Tongtiandai.

From completing evaluations to opening roads, I can help myself with everything.

It doesn’t even cost you.

It really made her wonder what the difference was between dreams and reality.

So Hyperion watched the poet of great love slowly walk forward.

Occasionally I fell down while walking, but my time on each floor was very short.

If others saw it, they might misunderstand that the magic on the negative fourth floor is not an illusion at all, but simply makes people fall easily.

After more than thirty minutes of this, the poet of great love alone opened the way in front, and they successfully arrived in front of the exit teleportation hall.

Its structure is similar to the transmission hall at the entrance, showing a completely corresponding reverse style.

The poet of great love stepped into the exit hall, and it didn't take long for him to easily break away from the illusion again and regain his consciousness.

For him who is not addicted to this dream at all, no matter how deep he falls each time or how many times he is affected repeatedly, it doesn't make much difference.

At the same time, in the center of the teleportation hall, the originally stable barrier magic began to fluctuate, as if triggered by some mysterious rule.

The lights in the hall suddenly became dimmer, and the attention of Hyperion and the three Tyrant priests were alertly attracted by this unusual change.

They only saw that an indescribable magic power began to gather in the air. This magic power exuded similar fluctuations to [Falling Gentle Land], but it was more terrifying and more like the supreme power of the devil.

This magic power gathered and weaved, and even the air began to tremble, until it finally enveloped the black-haired and green-eyed poet.

A silver halo formed around her, spinning and flashing around her, eventually forming a beautiful and mysterious light and shadow.

As this magic power continued to strengthen and take shape, everyone else outside the hall felt the pressure, but they were attracted by this magical sight and could not look away.

They saw that the lights and shadows began to shrink rapidly, superimposing on the eyebrows of the great love poet, forming a unique mark.

This mark shines with a profound light and contains an incomprehensible demonic magical incantation.

Throughout the process, the poet of great love was protected by an invisible force, and the surrounding space formed an isolated realm.

When the mysterious mark was finally formed, the surrounding magic fluctuations gradually subsided, the light dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

But the figure's brows with black hair and green eyes were still shining, seeming to be telling some kind of secret that had not yet been revealed——

【Fall Mark】

[Category: Soul Imprint]

[Level: Orange Epic]

【Level: 1】

[Passive effect: Gain a certain resistance to illusion magic. 】

[Note: Approval of Fallen Kaliela. 】

…

Protos Royal Academy of Magic.

Lan Qi, who was sitting in the reception room of the Red Mondstadt Building, covered his forehead.

What's the matter, Rocky? Are you feeling unwell?

Warden Barkas raised his hand worriedly, as if deciding whether to call a doctor.

I'm sorry, I've been a little tired lately, and I get headaches intermittently. It's not a big problem.

Lan Qi came to his senses and shook his head.

Although he borrowed the demon's body, the soul mark was indeed given to him.

There is a warden named Selena in Helrom Prison who is very good at treating mental fatigue. If you need it, I can contact her to help you.

Although Barkas didn't want to come into contact with the three guys inside the prison, he would still find a way to negotiate with those guys if he could help Mr. Lodge.

No, no, Bakas, I appreciate your kindness, and there is no need to trouble Miss Selena.

Lan Qi waved his palm lightly and declined politely, not wanting to trouble Warden Backas.

…

In the exit transfer hall on the fourth floor of the prison, after the Great Love Poet was struck by the magic, his soft body was paralyzed again and was crumbling.

Before she fell to the ground, Hyperion stepped forward and rushed to help her.

The poet with black hair and green eyes closed his eyes tightly, and soon the mental sting gradually disappeared, and he slowly opened his eyes, and his sight once again returned to Lan Qi's calm eyes.

At this moment, a mark composed of some transparent lines seemed to flash through the depths of his pupils.

No, you got the mark of the Great Demon Clan?

Hyperion grabbed the beloved poet's shoulders and looked at her.

As a demon, she could feel the aura of a high-ranking demon in the Great Love Poet. It was especially strong the moment the mark was applied, and now it disappeared with the disguise magic and was completely covered up.

If you collect three title marks, including a force mark, you will truly become a great demon.

In this era, there should have been no new big demons born.

The poet of great love stood firm alone and signaled to Hyperion that he was fine.

After stepping on the floor, it seems that the conditions have been fulfilled on its own.

Some of the Great Demon Trials require active activation, while others require passive fulfillment of the harsh conditions implicit in them. It is obvious that [Falling Gentle Land] means constantly falling into an illusion, and a certain number of times is enough.

The poet of great love controlled by Lan Qi felt the [Falling Mark] and found that after possessing this mark, a certain amount of soul space would be permanently occupied, and a previously bound first-level purple rare magic card was directly forcibly ejected. The soul space is unbound.

Now at level 4, he could originally bind up to 40 magic cards with a total level of 40, but now the upper limit of binding is equivalent to 39.

He has extremely high mental resistance and is not particularly afraid of illusions. This mark can only be said to be better than nothing.

Unless you encounter an enemy who is good at illusions in the future, you may be able to perform an uncontrollable performance.

However, as a passive magic, the Mark of the Great Demon is basically worthless.