I don’t know how far I have walked, and I don’t know how long I have walked. Although there are various broken world things or buildings that can be seen in the link space, but if you see too much, you will not be interested.
What a scary place! Weston couldn't help but feel a little emotional. The scariest thing here is not the danger, but the boredom! Yes, I walk repeatedly every day. It's okay if there is someone to talk to, but if there is no one
, loneliness and boredom can definitely drive people crazy.
More importantly, there is no retreat here, there is only one direction, and you don't know how far you have to go to finish. This is undoubtedly a kind of torture.
I don’t know how far I have walked. Although it may still be a moment in the outside world, in Weston’s perception, the time will never be shorter than a month. I have to say that the link space is really strange, both in terms of physical condition and
Physiologically, they are in a state of no change, but their consciousness is not affected.
At a certain moment in his conscious awareness, Weston habitually took a step forward, and the scene in front of him changed instantly.
If the Link Space can be considered a still and dead silence, this is a place full of tragic deaths.
Although the two places looked similar, the blood-red thing in the sky, which was either the moon or the sun, showed that they had really stepped out of the link space.
Although everything is visible in the link space, there is no light source, which is completely different from here.
"Is this hell?" Weston looked around with some uncertainty and murmured.
"Yes, little master, this is the outermost part of hell ruled by Master Mostema!" Dracula said respectfully to Weston.
"That is to say, do you know this place?" Weston looked at Dracula curiously, "Is hell always so deserted? It seems like this place is like a battlefield that has been abandoned for a long time."
"Your wisdom is still so outstanding, little master!" Dracula smiled, "That's it. This was once the place where hell and heaven were at war, and it was also the only place in hell where there was still the power of light. Exit
If you leave this place, there won’t be such a strong light atmosphere in other places.”
"The breath of light?" Weston was stunned for a moment and quickly sensed it. Sure enough, although he didn't know how long it had been, the breath of light here was still very strong. Of course, the breath of darkness would be stronger. The two breaths
Still resisting each other.
Looking here again, Weston withdrew his gaze: "Let's get out of here. We should be able to fly now, right?"
"Of course!" Dracula nodded, "The space in hell is very stable. If you want to phantom, you need a lot of strength to do it. If you want to travel, flying is more practical."
"Then let's go, you will lead the way!" Weston nodded and took the lead in spreading his wings, two pairs of dark wings spread out.
Suddenly, a black ray of light came from nowhere and flew directly over. Even though Weston had noticed it, he still couldn't dodge and was hit directly. The dark flame instantly burned on his body, killing him.
The whole person is wrapped in it.
"Little Master!" Dracula was shocked and rushed over.
"I'm fine, Dracula, it seems this is good for me, don't worry!" Weston's breathy voice came out from the flames, and his voice was full of joy.
After Dracula heard this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Weston worriedly, but made no further move.
Weston didn't lie to Dracula. Now he just felt a sense of relief, as if he was trying to kill a chicken. Both his body and soul were enjoying this pleasure and comfort.
As the flames gradually burned, Weston's body also began to undergo some changes. His hair became darker and darker, and the magic power fluctuations all over his body became stronger and stronger. I don't know when there was an extra pair of wings on his back, and the length was longer than before.
Nearly doubled.
Watching the black flames gradually dissipate, Dracula let out a long breath. Only then did he notice that there was someone beside him.
To be precise, he is a fallen angel!
"Your Highness Mostema!" Dracula knelt down on one knee when he saw this familiar face, "Dracula of the Bruch family would like to extend his most sincere greetings and sincere loyalty to you. Please forgive me.
I didn’t salute you immediately!”
"Nothing, get up!" Mostema waved his hand casually, looked at Weston with burning eyes, pointed his chin gently, but the words in his mouth were asking Dracula, "Where does this come from?
When did it start?”
"Not long ago, the little master stepped into this place, and suddenly a light came over, and then it looked like this. Please forgive me for not stopping it in time!" Dracula said with fear, his face full of panic and self-confidence.
responsibility.
"Block? Why block?" Mostema asked, then sneered and said disdainfully, "This is a gift left by the second brother for his children. How dare you block it? How many lives do you have? And
, you can’t stop it!”
"Yes, I made a mistake!" Dracula lowered his head suddenly, not daring to raise his head again.
"Okay, it's not like this, and I don't blame you!" Mastima waved his hand impatiently, "You have retrieved our prince for hell, which can be considered a big credit. Some minor mistakes will be ignored.
Come on. Just wait nearby!"
"Yes!" Dracula responded respectfully, and then stood aside silently, maintaining a half-bowed posture, not daring to raise his body again.
Mostema glanced at him without saying anything, and then focused his gaze entirely on Weston. It was obvious that in his eyes, a mere vampire was not worthy of his attention.
The black flames finally dissipated, and Weston's appearance was completely revealed. Although there were no major changes in appearance except for the fact that his hair had grown a lot longer, there was a kind of nobility and pride derived from his blood.
His temperament was completely released.
There was a purple mark like a tattoo between his eyebrows, which gradually disappeared as the magic power fluctuations in his body converged.
The closed eyes suddenly opened, and a pressure came out instantly. The light in his eyes flashed, and then slowly converged, becoming more profound and charming.
"Uncle Mostima, why are you here?" Weston saw Mostima and asked curiously.
"When my nephew comes home, I'll come over to greet him. Isn't that the right thing to do?" Mostema laughed and came up to Weston, giving him a big hug and patting him on the shoulder with a smile.
, "How does it feel to come to hell?"
"Honestly, I don't feel anything at all." Weston said bluntly, "Besides, we have just arrived, and we suddenly had such a surprise. We haven't had time to see anything yet."
"Don't be in a hurry, just take your time." Mastima said with a smile, "Anyway, there is still a lot of time, so you can take your time and look at it. Although the scenery in hell may not be as detailed as so many small worlds.
, However, it still has a strange feeling.”
"It just so happens that I haven't been out and about for a long time, so let me, your uncle, show you around."...