Dracula left early, and under Mostima's instructions, went directly to Moor City, which is Mostema's base camp on the first level of hell. However, Mostima stayed and took Weston with him.
To fully appreciate the elegance of going to hell, of course, it is the elegance of the first level.
"I think that little vampire should have told you about the general situation in hell, right?" Mastema asked Weston as he flew. He did not spread his wings and could do whatever he wanted.
Flying back and forth in the air, Weston's eyes felt a bit hot.
"Why, are you envious?" Mostema noticed Weston's eyes and smiled slightly, "When you are strong enough, you can do it too!"
"What strength?" Weston couldn't help but ask.
"You can get the answer to this question when you go to the knowledge base of our tribe. Now, let's not talk about it." Mastima said with a smile, "We are almost at the Valley of Reincarnation, but there is not even heaven here.
This place is unique to hell, you can take a good look at it."
The Valley of Reincarnation? Hearing the name of this place, Weston seemed to have guessed something, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.
The two flew at full speed for about an hour, and arrived at a place that looked like a huge crack in the ground. Perhaps it could be described as an abyss.
"This is the Valley of Reincarnation, you should be able to see it clearly!" Mastima pointed downwards with a smile.
Is this the Valley of Reincarnation? Weston looked at this huge crack. This place looked quite plain. If there was anything special about it, it was that the smell of blood nearby seemed a bit strong.
"Look inside!" Mostima reminded.
Inside? Weston looked at him doubtfully and looked toward the bottom. He was still worried that he could not see clearly, so he covered his eyes with magic power.
The next moment, Weston's expression changed a little.
The bottom of the Reincarnation Valley also looks flat, but the color of the land is blood red instead of brown or black like other places in hell. There is something like a huge pool next to the land, and the water in the pool is windless.
Automatically, it beat the ground from time to time, leaving behind what looked like insect eggs.
When the insect eggs fell on the ground, they immediately changed color, some were red, some were white...there were also some special patterns on them, all kinds of them.
After falling to the ground, the insect eggs swayed slightly and gradually broke apart, and small insects of different shapes hatched out.
I don’t know if it’s instinct or some reason, but after the bugs hatched, they began to attack each other and devour each other, turning the brothers and sisters who hatched with them into their own food.
After the swallowed bug flashed a light on its body, it became slightly larger, and it also had more carapace and other things on its body. It was obvious that it had evolved...
Weston looked at the bugs of different sizes below. It was obvious that there were bugs from all cycles, and some bugs had evolved hands and feet, and initially had a hint of the two-horned devil he had seen in the book.
In other words, these bugs are actually the larvae of hell races such as demons. They continue to fight and devour their own kind, and eventually they can evolve into a real hell race.
"It seems that you are feeling unwell?" Mostima's voice rang in Weston's ears, "This is not okay. You are the prince of our fallen angel clan. This kind of small scene is not suitable for you.
It should be nothing! Besides, it doesn’t look like you’ve never killed someone before!”
"I just think this is a bit disgusting!" Weston frowned and said, "It's okay to kill each other. The one who survives must be the strongest, but eating the same kind is something I can't accept."
"You are quite direct." Mastima said with a smile, "You are really just like your father, but his words are more direct than you. After seeing this, your father's evaluation is -
Dirty race!"
"You really deserve to be called father and son!"
Father... After hearing Mostima's words, Weston didn't know what he felt in his heart. In short, it was very complicated. After being silent for a long time, he changed the topic and asked, "In the Valley of Reincarnation
Isn’t it the birthplace of hell creatures?”
"Absolutely!" Mostima saw that Weston didn't want to talk about this, so he didn't continue. He just cooperated and continued, "There are many reincarnation valleys like this in hell, and there are them in every level. There are other worlds.
If a part of the soul enters hell, it will appear directly in the reincarnation pool."
"The souls of most souls have turned into nutrients in the reincarnation pool. Only a small portion of the stronger souls will have their impurities washed away, reborn as worms in the reincarnation pool, and eventually grow into hellish creatures. That's what you see.
One scene.”
"In other words, these worms were originally humans?" Weston became interested.
"No, it's not!" Mastima shook his head, "In fact, human souls should be considered relatively weak. Basically, few human souls are reincarnated into hell creatures, and more of them become nutrients for the reincarnation pool!
"
"It's the humanoids. Their soul strength is pretty good. Unfortunately, most humanoids have a lot of impurities in their souls, and it's basically difficult to withstand the impact of the reincarnation pool water. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so few creatures in hell.
Got it!"
Weston listened quietly to Mostima's introduction and asked again: "In that case, doesn't the Fallen Angel clan have a reincarnation pool? If so, is the same thing true for the Fallen Angel clan?"
"No, the fallen angels will not use reincarnation to increase their population!" Mastima shook his head, "We are the most noble clan in hell, so how can we use such inferior means to cultivate our descendants or increase our clan members?
!”
"We are not those hypocritical guys in heaven!"
"The fallen angels believe in love, and firmly believe that love will bring us heirs, so that we can have descendants of our noblest bloodline! Although it is very slow to develop the tribe in this way, we can proudly say that the fallen angels will always be
The purest!"
Are you so proud? Weston looked at the slightly excited Mostima and couldn't help complaining in his heart, a tribe with such a small number of people still engages in family planning? In other words, the life span is too long, otherwise it is really hard to say whether it can be
The ethnic group continues.
"I can tell you that you are the only new born fallen angel in hell in a hundred thousand years!" Mastema said again, joking, "You are a veritable prince of hell. How about it? I'm excited.
What?"
"Then I'm very lucky," Weston said jokingly.
"Maybe, the premise is that you ignore the eldest brother's style!" Mostima sighed, "Maybe you don't know, the eldest brother really wants a child of his own, and he really looked for a lot of wives, but unfortunately, there is no one who is a prostitute.
When angels appear, many new demons are created!"
Is this so? Weston suddenly realized that there were so many movies about the son of Satan in his previous life. It turned out that there were real events!
"Okay, there's nothing good to see here, let's go back first!"...