Don't confiscate my citizenship

The depths of the negative six floors of Helrom Prison.

In the illusion, the black-haired girl stood alone in a hazy place of light and shadow.

Those green pupils were like two bottomless lakes, quietly reflecting the changing scene around them.

The girl with black hair and green eyes who was inspecting the cell door just now suddenly felt that the boundaries of the prison corridor began to twist, and the space began to ripple like water, followed by a rain of knives falling from the sky.

The blade and the sword glowed with silvery white luster, and instantly penetrated the girl's body, dyeing the metallic luster with a layer of blood red.

However, the girl walked step by step on these blades like an immortal body, continuing to concentrate on the maintenance work.

On the black-haired, green-eyed girl's skin, every wound was bone-deep, and blood slowly flowed along the blade.

Not long after, the blood evaporated the moment it came into contact with the air, as if it had never existed.

The illusion was lifted without leaving any substantial harm to the black-haired, green-eyed poet.

However, before reaching the metal door of another cell, the flames began to twist and jump on the ground again like living things, from deep red to golden, covering the ground endlessly.

The poet of great love continued to step into the sea of ​​fire, and the flames burned her snow-white skin until the flesh was blurred and blackened, making a crackling sound. She still walked forward calmly, as if she felt no pain.

Fortunately, I'm the one here. Let Hubery enter the Hanging Road to Death, but she would have suffered the same fate.

The figure with black hair and green eyes moved his mouth slightly and said to himself.

He knew that these illusions were all false, so as a materialist with a firm Taoist heart, he never felt any fear in his heart.

As for the pain, because he was controlling the clone, the main perception remained on the main body. Although the pain in the illusion was very painful, it was not painful enough to make him faint.

While Lan Qi was thinking about it, the sea of ​​fire suddenly cooled down and turned into a vast expanse of ice and snow.

The edge of the prison fluctuated again, forming a deeper world.

The poet of great love was pulled into a new illusion by an irresistible invisible force, surrounded by boundless darkness and piercing screams.

Heavy snow falls from the sky, and each snowflake has a unique shape, crystal clear, and glowing with black light, making the world in front of the poet dim. These corrosive and poisonous snows, whenever they come into contact with his body, In an instant, smoke will evaporate.

However, the poet's indifferent eyelashes were condensed with tiny ice crystals, and his steady breathing turned into white mist in the cold.

Bear the pain and keep your body balanced as you move forward.

Along the way, I don’t know how many illusions appeared and how many disintegrations I witnessed. The figure of the beloved poet never changed his pace and conscientiously completed the prison’s maintenance duties.

As time went by, it seemed that the illusion had become tired, but it still failed to move the figure walking slowly in the corridor. The magic power of the [Inverted Road to Rebirth] barrier stopped and no longer fluctuated.

Silence lasts in this corridor.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that the howling of the cold wind gradually began, as if the death of winter was crossing the empty corridor.

This time it was not an illusion, because the interior of the negative sixth floor was originally an extremely cold prison filled with frost and snow.

In the surrounding air, snow mist and transparent magic power converged to form a biting cold air, coming for the figure with black hair and green eyes, shrouding it in the field.

In the deepest center of Helrom Prison, the indestructible ninth-level ancient barrier began to appear ripples, touching the supreme spell, causing subtle ripples, and filling the air with a layer of psychedelic mist.

In mid-air, a powerful and heavy magic power condensed, not only with the fluctuations of the Hanging Road to Rebirth, but also deeper and full of power that makes living beings fearful, as if a great demon from the ancient era traveled through time and space. Under the cover of his giant palm.

A translucent halo formed around the black-haired and green-eyed poet, and magic powers gathered and intertwined in the air. At the same time, the lingering icy air suddenly rushed towards the poet's eyebrows.

The magic power continued to increase, making Antanas and Shinola, who were both on the other side of the negative six floor, feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

In the teleportation hall.

Wang, did she succeed?

Sinora looked at the frost-covered dome on the negative six floor and asked in surprise.

Even she is not sure what the conditions are for obtaining the mark of the great demon in [The Hanging Road to Rebirth].

It must have been successful. None of these tests of character are difficult for her.

Antanas nodded. She was now convinced that the new king had caused similar fluctuations on the negative fifth floor just now.

Although Antanas still doesn't know how the king defeated his own phantom unscathed in such a short time.

Now I just feel that the king is getting more and more unfathomable.

Thalia is truly blessed to have such a virtuous new king.

Deep in the Minus Sixth Floor, the situation on the King's side made Antanas and Sinora curious, but they did not dare to explore, so they only waited in accordance with his orders.

Once the authority on the negative sixth floor is opened, they will immediately confirm the cell of Pranay of Truth, rush over to open it, and wait for the king to come.

The depths of the permanently frozen prison on the minus-sixth floor.

The poets of great love are all imprisoned by some invisible force, and the surrounding space forms an isolated realm.

After a few breaths, the light, shadow and magic quickly shattered, condensing into a translucent mark on the eyebrows of the great love poet——

【Hanging mark】

[Category: Soul Imprint]

[Level: Orange Epic]

【Level: 1】

[Passive effect: Gain a small increase in mental attributes. 】

[Remarks: Approval of the Hanging Tiberius. 】

...Has your spirit become stronger again?

Lan Qi felt the fifth mark. This was the first time he encountered a mark that simply added basic attributes, the simplest and crudest form of passivity.

The Hanging Tiberius should have been an ancient great demon whose spiritual power reached its limit during his lifetime, and thus turned into this great demon trial barrier after his death.

At present, it seems that the test of character must give defensive marks, the test of force must give offensive marks, and the marks awarded by the big demons will be based on their own characteristics.

However, these three conservatives from the demon world a hundred years ago in the prison are unlikely to have offensive marks, so when he asked Synora, the law-breaker, for a mark earlier, she would be worried that her mark was poor and she would become timid. Cowardly, little did he know that Lan Qi didn't pick marks at all.

If I get another mark, will the characteristics of the demons change slightly?

Lan Qi remembered that according to Hyperion, when the mark of the great demon reaches six, it will further become a great demon.

Then even as a demon, he is nobler than Thalia.

What's more, Talia is a former bankrupt lady, and he is a modern emerging entrepreneur with a completely different concept.