In the following period, Mostima took Weston around several special "attractions" in hell.
The hell volcano is burning all year round. The entire volcano is burning with hell fire all year round. This is the place where a special race among the demons - the hell dwarves live. Although these guys are not tall, they have quite a big temper. They make wine.
It can be called the strongest in the whole hell.
In addition to the volcano, Weston also enjoyed the Sea of Hell and saw the special creatures in the Sea of Hell - skeletal creatures.
Just like the undead creatures in Muggle novels, this creature does not have any body, and its whole body is made of white bones. There are two green lights glowing in the two black eye holes, which is very unique.
However, Mastima also said that this kind of creature can only be regarded as a look at, and has no fighting ability. In hell, it is basically useless. No one wants to go to the sea of hell specifically to see it.
A bunch of skeletons.
Combat ability, this is what matters most in hell!
The two of them were flying all the way. Weston clearly felt that a day had passed, but the thing in the sky, which was not sure whether it was the sun or the moon, remained unchanged, neither rising nor setting.
Out of curiosity, he asked Mostima this question.
"What do you mean?" Mostema looked up and explained with a smile, "Speaking of which, this is related to your father. This was created by your father."
"My father?" Weston was a little confused, "Is this also related to him?"
"Of course!" Mastema laughed, "You don't think that your father's Hell Lord was obtained only because of his strength, right?"
I really think so! Weston smiled and said nothing.
"Your father, it can be said that he is perfect in all aspects. Whether it is wisdom, strength, or creativity, he is the most powerful person in hell. When our brothers came to hell, hell was not as prosperous as it is now. All brothers
When creating living things, who hasn’t received your father’s guidance?!”
"Not only that, but the management concept of Hell City was also proposed by your father. I have to say. If your father hadn't been too lazy and asked him to be the Lord of Hell, no one would have any objections! Including ours.
Big brother, they are all the same!"
Speaking of Belial, Mostema's eyes were full of reverence.
Is it so powerful? Weston was stunned for a moment after hearing this. This is the proper behavior of a protagonist! Could it be that he, the cheap dad, is the real protagonist and he is just a misunderstanding?
"Let's not talk about it for now. Look, we have arrived. This is the city closest to hell to the human world, Basel City." Mostema pointed forward and motioned for Weston to take a look.
Weston took a closer look and couldn't help but admire in his heart.
Although the distance is not too close, the appearance of Basel City is already clearly visible. Looking from a distance, the entire city looks like a prostrate black beast. The tall city walls have no decoration at all, showing their simplicity.
and atmosphere.
The wall is lined with huge skulls like dragon bones one after another, evenly placed on the top of the wall, with tall soldiers standing behind the skulls.
Weston could see clearly that these soldiers looked exactly like humans. The only difference was that they all had horns on their foreheads, some had one horn, some had two horns, and some even had three horns.
These must be the demons in hell! Weston secretly speculated.
"We can just fly in directly. This is the privilege of the fallen angel clan!" Mastima said, taking the lead and flying towards the city.
"Who is that?" the guard on the city wall suddenly shouted.
"It's me!" Mostima snorted coldly, his handsome face was full of coldness and sternness, completely lacking the kind look he had when talking to Weston.
"Lord Mastima!" After the guard saw Mastima's face clearly, he knelt down on one knee and bowed his head in salute.
"Yes!" Mastima nodded and said coldly, "This is the returned prince of our fallen angel clan, the son of Deputy Lord Belial. Do you want me to teach you how to do it?"
The prince of the fallen angel clan? Belial's son? The guards were stunned when they heard these words. After seeing Weston's face clearly, they were stunned for a moment. They knelt down on their knees and knocked their heads directly on the ground.
He shouted loudly: "Welcome back, Your Highness!"
The guards knelt on the ground one after another, like dominoes, passing from one to the other, from the city wall to the bottom. Eventually, everyone in the city knelt down, and it was dark.
"Look, child, they are all welcoming you back!" Mostima looked at Weston with a smile, "This is your identity, noble and extraordinary, born to be superior to all living beings! You can easily take it.
It only takes one word from you to take their lives!"
Weston watched the scene in silence. It had to be said that it was really tempting. Even his character had some waves at this time.
This kind of power is really a temptation! Weston sighed secretly.
Finally, he raised his head, looked at the people who were lowering their heads, and sighed: "Get up, everyone, and do whatever you have to do!"
Huh? Mostima frowned when he saw Weston's approach, but he didn't object.
"Thank you, Your Highness!" Everyone responded in unison, and then they all stood up and dispersed. Some people were discussing Weston in twos and threes, and their tone was full of intimacy and kindness. It seemed that Weston let him go.
They made them quite fond of Weston.
"Child, it's not good for you to be like this!" After everyone had dispersed, Mostima immediately said to Weston, "Your majesty needs blood to set off, not your kindness!"
"Sorry, uncle!" Weston shook his head, "If my majesty is only due to fear instead of respect, what's the use of such majesty! Killing our people at will, sooner or later, we will
No one available!"
"You're overthinking it, Weston!" Mostema shook his head. "It doesn't matter if you kill them all. The worst thing you can do is create another batch! It's not the first time anyway, it's just a waste of time! This
It’s not enough time for my second brother to get some sleep!”
Um (⊙o⊙)... You are so awesome, you are so awesome. My train of thought was interrupted! Weston suddenly didn’t know what to say. Everyone had already said that it would be okay to kill them all. It took only a few seconds for him to wake up.
It came out faster than giving birth, what else could I say?
"This sleep is quite valuable!" Weston said this suddenly without knowing what he was thinking.
Mostima was stunned for a moment, and his expression instantly became strange, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, his eyes were full of teasing and pity.
"Son, I think I need to remind you!" Mostima said slowly, "Your father can hear what you say now, even if he is not here. Do you understand what I mean?
?”
"When you hear it...huh?" Weston suddenly reacted, his body stiffened suddenly, and he looked at Mostima in disbelief, his eyes full of questioning.
Seeing Mostema gently nodding his head, his eyes full of gloating, Weston suddenly had the urge to hit someone.