Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

The moment that sentence came out of her mouth, Liana regretted it.She vigilantly closed the conversation box, and no longer said anything about her attitude towards Limbo.

In the dimension of hell, a lord has absolute control over the territory; within the territory, he is immortal, and he is almost omniscient and omnipotent to the subjects within the territory.The natural environment and physical rules in the territory are absolutely affected by the lord's will.

Based on this, the hell dimension naturally implements a unique behavior and thinking logic: any dissatisfaction with a territory is dissatisfaction with the lord himself.

For Liana, those words just now revealed a dangerous atmosphere.

Changed the topic smoothly: "Your knight's long sword was summoned by using the power of the soul. I have seen this kind of magic in the records of Kama Taj."

"Hmm..." Liana kept her mouth shut.

Onward continued: "It's interesting that Karma Taj's records rate this kind of magic very highly and it doesn't quite come down to black magic."

"What's so strange about that?" Perhaps thinking that this topic was not dangerous, Liana spoke again.

"This kind of magic was originally created by a church knight during the Crusades. He used pure faith to strengthen his own soul, and then used the soul to summon a long sword for combat. At that time, this magic was considered pure white magic .”

There is a lot of talk about going forward, after all, it is too boring to just walk for a distance of more than ten miles.

"Kama Taj's mages use magical power to transform various weapons during close combat, which largely borrowed from the idea of ​​the Soul Sword; but the Soul Sword was later banned by Kama Taj, do you know why? "

Liana shook her head, she was aroused a little curiosity.

"Because someone has transformed the magic of the Soul Sword. The original Soul Sword is purely based on its own soul strength, but not everyone has pure faith like that knight, and few people's souls can reach his level." Strength of."

Liana wanted to laugh a little: "So, you don't use this magic because you think it's not powerful enough?"

"Those who transformed this magic thought it wasn't powerful enough." Xiangqian corrected the other party's thinking, "Some magicians—some evil mages have come up with an evil method—using other people's souls to strengthen their souls The power of the sword."

Liana's complexion suddenly paled a little.

Xiangqian seemed to have expected it: "You also know this method, right? You have learned it before."

This is an affirmative sentence.

Liana didn't respond.

"Have you used it?" Xiang Qiang asked maliciously.

"of course not!"

Xiangqian laughed softly: "It can be seen that the soul power on the long sword you summoned is very pure, and it is not mixed with other people's souls; are you very resistant to this kind of behavior that harms others and benefits yourself—maybe this is also the reason why you are the same. The reason why the dimension of hell is incompatible?"

"Hurry up, there is still a long way to go." Liana said with a sullen face.This sentence is like a door, completely closing the channel for the two to continue their dialogue.

……

The journey of more than ten miles is nothing to trained people like Xiangqian and Liana, even though the journey is full of dangerous magma and the choking smell of sulfur.

When the two stepped onto the marble steps in front of the castle, the gate slowly opened with a heavy turning sound.

Go all the way in and be amazed forward.

The castle is a mix of architectural and decorative styles.The exterior is typical Gothic, from front to back, surrounded by towers with spires; and entering the interior, from the first promenade at the entrance, you can see sculptures and large columns from ancient Greece and Rome.

All kinds of styles are piled up in an uncoordinated manner, which is messy and has no sense of beauty.Originally majestic marble columns and healthy Greek sculptures are all shrouded in a gloomy and oppressive darkness.The existence of sculptures and columns has destroyed the cleanliness and coldness that the Gothic style should have.

Walking out of the end of the corridor, the eyes suddenly opened up; in a hall that can accommodate thousands of people, facing the entrance of the corridor is a five- to six-meter-high platform with a stone-carved high-back chair on the platform.The back of the chair is more than ten meters high, and the two armrests are no less than three meters apart.

On the high-backed chair sat a twenty-foot-tall demon.

Gloomy black and bloody dark red surround his body, and the two sharp horns on his forehead are filled with blood; his thin and straight face is expressionless, and in his hand is a long-handled ax imitating the ancient Roman "Girls". Bloodstained.

In short, the demon seems to be doing his best to tell the visitor: I am a majestic and terrible king of hell.

But Xiangqian only remembered an idiom left by the ancients: wash the monkey and get the crown.

Sometimes I have to admire the elegance of the ancients. Not only did they curse without profanity, but they were also extremely mean.

"My king, following your will, I brought back Jaime Zion."

In the next few minutes, Xiangqian felt as if he was in a stage play theater, enjoying a live drama with classical themes.

"It's a good thing you didn't sing, otherwise the drama would turn into an opera again." Qianqian muttered to himself without any concealment, and it reached Belasco's ears verbatim.

"James Zion, the guest is coming, welcome." Velasco didn't care about Qianqian's sarcastic sarcasm as if it had passed through his ears.

Nodding perfunctorily forward: "Although the way of invitation is not so polite, it is also a novel experience to visit the border of hell."

"If my disciple disrespects Your Excellency, I would like to express my apologies..." Velasco said indifferently.

Qiangqian felt that he couldn't take it any longer; he could chat and laugh happily with people at high-class Western banquets, and he could also drink and drink and feast at traditional Chinese banquets; but the pretentious dialogue right now makes him feel embarrassed Numb.

This Velasco was the kind of guy who made others embarrassed without embarrassing himself.

"No need, Mr. Velasco; let's get straight to the point and finish talking quickly...can you make it smaller? I feel tired talking with your head up like this." Xiangqian directly interrupted the other party's aria discourse.

Velasco's face was obviously stiff, and it took a while to respond reluctantly: "As you wish, honored guest."

He stood up from the high-backed chair; his twenty-foot height made his movements seem very slow, but when he stood upright, his whole body suddenly "shrunk" to about six feet.

Although it is still more than half a head higher than Qianqian, it is finally within the normal range.

"This is much better." Qiangqian breathed a sigh of satisfaction, "Let's talk about it; I'm not a drama lover, although I occasionally invite beautiful actresses to have further exchanges outside the stage, but I never I love being on stage."

"Especially the one who plays the opposite role is... um... male? I don't know if the race of demons is suitable for distinguishing between men and women." Xiang Qiang talked endlessly to clarify his position.

Velasco's eyes were fierce, and he couldn't maintain his original indifferent and majestic expression.

"I invite Mr. Zion to come here in order to conclude a cooperation that will be beneficial to both you and me," Velasco said.

Looking forward to Velasco, his eyes are like looking at a whimsical fool: "In business, I often cooperate with people, but I have a bit high requirements for the partners. I am afraid that Mr. Velasco is not up to the standard .”

"Don't rush to reject my sincerity, Mr. Zion." Velasco said with an unquestionable attitude.