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The fire of hell is burning, and the cracked and parched earth is barren of grass.

Chen Yu walked in the deep memory, which also had life and soul, even if they surrendered, even if they deliberately stayed in this decadent and lonely place, even if they abused themselves and told their misfortune.

But the truth is hidden under the hypocritical words, which is regret and pain, as well as the confusion and helplessness after losing all hope.

No one is eager to leave, no one wants to end the pain, even if some of them keep telling their innocence, even if they know it is all lies, they are eager for someone to save them, but they also know that they are the only one. You can save your own soul.

Reincarnation and rebirth are waiting quietly outside hell, but the road to nirvana is always empty.

The hell in Westibran's memory is not entirely comparable to reality. It is more like a bright and wild oil painting. The colors are gorgeous, and even Chen Yu's figure is like a swaying silhouette.

The cold, blood-red false sun hangs forever in the sky. There is no late night here, but darkness lurks everywhere.

This is the weirdest point, or perhaps it is the evil intention of the devils. They want all souls to never forget hope, which is the source of pain.

After all, how many people are able to comprehend, how many are willing to forgive themselves, and are willing to leave behind the pain of this life, as well as the greed and cruel pleasure of killing, they have created their own hell, and they cannot re-enter reincarnation. The way to find Nirvana.

Swirling clouds were piled up on the broken sky like dried paint. A path passed through the Suicide Forest and turned in another direction. It went straight into the underworld and continued to extend toward the charred land among the cracks and hot lava. The dead were wailing and crying amidst the stench of sulfur and the thick smoke, while groups of deformed monsters were crushing the corpses of the dead. They were marching toward the abyss in groups like ants. They were extremely excited, as if they were ready to enjoy a life. A feast.

Chen Yu followed the footsteps of the group of demons. He kept going downwards, crossing rivers of lava and charred corpses in the underground caves that seemed to have no end. Finally, he saw a door made of various kinds of skins and bodies stitched together. The strange door made of heads, the spikes penetrated the skin and heads, and the blood solidified on the surface, glowing with an extremely strange dim light under the firelight.

The door was ajar, it was extremely huge, and there were bursts of screams and harsh hums coming from inside.

Chen Yu followed the demon group into the gate. He soon saw a group of giants chained to the rock wall. They were naked, their hands were stretched upward, and their legs were bent and forcibly nailed. On the rock wall, these ferocious-looking, skinny giants were covered with thick sores and holes. Those screams came from this group of "just heads", and those annoying buzzing sounds came from the huge group of giants. Wasp.

While the demons were reveling and sipping the pus and blood dripping from the bodies of the fallen angels, the wasps continued their endless work. They pierced the body of each "Justice Head". After the wounds formed scars, they I will sting these poor people again.

Chen Yu saw Westibran's long, thin face with a long white beard blooming on his chin. He was the only fallen angel who did not scream. His crazy and angry eyes were always staring at the darkness above the abyss, as if he wanted to penetrate Looking through the endless darkness towards the City of Silver, towards those cold-blooded brothers and their creator, the father who didn't seem to care about these abandoned pawns at all.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, some demons began to fade away quickly, and the remaining ones also trembled and crawled down in the crowd.

Amidst the screams, a long-haired man wearing a tattered cloak walked gracefully in mid-air.

The first faller.

Chen Yu's consciousness flashed, and he appeared next to the First Fallen. He looked at the conspirator with golden light in his eyes, the being who also lived in grief, anger and unwillingness, the one who preceded Michael and The being that gave birth to Lucifer, a creature of thought before creation was even formed.

The First Fallen stopped in front of Westibran, the corners of his mouth raised, as if he wanted to mock this cowardly angel who remained neutral in the war before dawn as always.

"Vestibran, my old friend, you left hell and responded to a certain call. This is really rare! And now... you are thrown down again in despair!" The First Fallen in Weiss Tibulan stopped in front of Westibulan's long head like a winter melon. He stood with his hands behind his back, raising his head arrogantly. He admired Westibulan's expression full of hatred, "Who summoned you? I just want to know this question." answer. And if you can answer it, I’ll let these lovely bugs rest for a few days.”

This was completely a threat, and Westibran obviously knew it well. He suddenly grinned, revealing a pair of rotten teeth under his broken lips, "Ah... of course, Lord First Fallen! Why should I hide it?" What’s the truth? Of course I’m willing to stay away from the pain! It was the wizard from New York, the guy named ‘Midnight Dad’ who did it, and I can also tell you that he stole a small piece of territory from hell using his blood relatives!”

The First Fallen raised his eyebrows. He seemed a little surprised. He did not expect Westibran to be so cooperative.

"That guy failed?" The First Fallen asked doubtfully, "What did he want to do? What can you do to help him?"

"A great drama is about to begin, my lord!" There was a bright smile on Westibran's ugly face that no longer had the handsome face of an angel. "The world, hell, or the City of Silver will be turned upside down. ! I saw more, those stupid mortals are planning to spy on the power they don’t understand! This is an excellent opportunity! The opportunity to control the authority of hell! Because Lucifer is leaving!"

The smile on the First Fallen's face disappeared. As he frowned, he stretched out his sharp fingers and landed on Westibran's slender neck. "I can make you suffer more, Westibran, so can I." Set you free."

"You have no power, First Fallen. I mean you have no power now." Westibran smiled ferociously. He didn't care about the threat of the First Fallen at all. He has now seen Chen Yu, and he knows what this mortal has. There are infinite possibilities, and he also knows that he will be summoned again soon. He is waiting for the opportunity, and while waiting, he must be prepared, "I know what we both want, and there is nothing between us." Hatred, First Fallen. What you want is not the power of hell, and neither do I. We want something higher, and when Lucifer is gone, the opportunity will come."

The First Fallen lowered his finger, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint, "Talk to me, Westibran."

"Of course, the First Fallen." For the first time, Westibran's crazy turbid eyes showed the pride of being an angel, "Our road to revenge will begin here!"