"Well..." While the two were talking, Hus on the ground made a vague sound, and seemed to be somewhat conscious.
Luo Wei walked over to check and found that his injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was almost healed.
This is not a surprising thing. Hus is a seventh-level demon. Although there is still a big gap between him and Lucifer and other hell lords, he is by no means an ordinary person. He will naturally have some extraordinary power.
It seems that his power is very similar to the divine power of flesh and blood. He has amazing physical vitality and recovers from injuries very quickly.
Sure enough, after a while, Hus shook his head and woke up leisurely. He got up from the ground and looked up to see Rowe.
He stepped back carefully and asked, "Who are you?"
"Strictly speaking, I just saved you." Luo Wei said.
"He's right." Glade also said, "If it weren't for him, you might have been captured by me and taken back to Zatanos."
Hus looked at him, stunned, and then said with some disbelief: "You are the Ghost Rider, you got rid of Zatanos' control?"
"Yes." Glade nodded.
Hus quickly asked: "How did you do it?"
Glade pointed at Rowe.
Hus looked at Rowe again, and after looking up and down: "This is not what you really look like, is it?"
"Why do you say that?" Rowe raised an eyebrow. He didn't quite believe that Huss had the ability to see through his night elf disguise.
"Your transformation is very clever, and can even be said to be perfect. But for a keen detective, sometimes perfection is also a flaw." Hus smiled, "How should I call you, outsider?"
"Rovie."
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Hus immediately opened his eyes wide: "That Asa?"
"You know me?" Luo Wei was surprised.
Hell is isolated from the world, and information is blocked. He also skipped two thousand years on the Sakaar planet, and there is even less news to spread. Even fallen angels like Lucifer can only recognize him as Asgar.
German, and cannot be further confirmed.
Unexpectedly, Hus could directly identify him.
"Yes. In fact, even though I am in hell, I can recognize at least twenty Asgardians. I am the most famous detective in hell. No one has better information than me, even the big devil Murphy
Stowe." Hus laughed and said somewhat proudly.
"Aesir Lovi Garrison, you have disappeared for a long time, but as Odin's sun god, of course I can recognize you. Not only that, I also know that you control a terrifying power called the Holy Light.
, is the nemesis of the devil.”
Glady on the side heard this and looked at Luo Wei in surprise: "You are the god of the fairy palace!"
He pleaded again: "Asgardian Sun God, you can definitely deal with Zatanos. Please, save my brothers!"
Rowe still shook his head: "If it were outside, of course I would be willing to help you. But this is hell, and I can't go to trouble Zatanos alone. Even if I can deal with him, if other hell lords come to help him...
…”
"This is impossible." Hus interrupted him, "No hell lord is willing to help Zatanos. They all want to send Zatanos to meet God."
"Why?"
Hus said: "After controlling the Spirit of Vengeance, Zatanos' ambitions expanded and he even planned to become the king of hell. He has become a thorn in the eyes of other lords and has long been isolated and hostile."
"Yes. Huss is right. Zatanos has long been the public enemy of the Lord of Hell. He has even been excluded from the Satanic Parliament. No one will support him." Glade also said quickly.
Luo Wei said nothing and thought for a while.
Hus then said again: "By the way, can't you release the control of the Ghost Rider? Zatanos has hundreds of Ghost Riders under his command. These creations of Jehovah are powerful and good at fighting, and have sin-punishing power similar to the Holy Light.
, can restrain most demons, and is the strongest legion in hell, bar none."
"As long as you can release Ghost Rider's control and join forces with them, even another Zatanos will not be your opponent."
Luo Wei thought for a while and then turned his attention to Glade: "Is there any way for you to leave here in the future?"
"This..." Glade was speechless.
Hus smiled: "The way to leave hell is very simple. There is an exit in Black Heart's territory. Black Heart is the weakest Hell Lord, and he is only slightly stronger than me."
"Hus, you seem to be very active on this matter?" Rowe couldn't help but say.
Hus smiled: "Of course. I have been investigating Zathanos for many years for half a strength medal, and now I think I can get it soon."
"Medal of Strength?"
Hus looked at Glader: "That is an ancient magic weapon from the earth. Although the earth does not look very impressive at present, as the greatest detective in hell, I can responsibly say that there are countless powerful things there.
Treasures and knowledge, and the Medal of Strength is one of them."
"This powerful magic weapon only appears occasionally in very few legends. Many people don't know about it. Even if they know, most people think that it no longer exists. But it does exist in this world and is owned by a group called the Blood Clan.
The humans secretly guarded it until Zatanos discovered and snatched it away.”
"However, in the fierce robbery, facing the Blood Clan who resisted to the death and died together, Zatanos only got half of the strength medal, and the other half was missing. It may be still on the earth, but no one knows the specific details.
Location."
"Finding the complete Medal of Strength is one of my lifelong long-cherished wishes." Hus said with fascination.
…
In some independent unknown space, a magnificent ancient city stands in the void.
This city is covered with golden glory, as if it were made of gold, just like its name, the Golden Holy City. In many places, it has a more resounding name: Paradise, which is the residence of Jehovah and the home of all angels.
Daniel flapped his wings and flew among the white clouds. His brows were furrowed and his expression was quite solemn.
After a while, he flew near a giant golden door, folded his wings and landed gently on the ground. Then he knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Lord Randekiel."
Not far in front of him, a burly angel wearing dark blue heavy armor was kneeling on one knee in the same posture as him, holding a sword in both hands and lowering his head in front of the giant golden door.
The giant door is more than a hundred meters high and is as magnificent as any place in heaven. There are many images of angels carved on both sides, but the door is tightly closed and looks almost like the door of death. The burly angel kneeling in front of this door is
Like an everlasting sculpture.
"Lord Randekiel." Daniel said again.
Randekil, who was kneeling in front of the giant golden door, seemed to finally notice his voice. His body moved slightly, and a low and somewhat illusory voice came from the thick armor: "What is it...Daniel?"
