Half an hour later, a tragic shriek rang out from the dark abyss of the sea.
Under the pull of countless chains, the twitching and spasming Mountain of Death finally crawled out of the sea. To be exact, from the endless gastric juice.
Only a rapidly decaying skeleton was left, and the remaining muscles were spasming and twitching.
As early as half an hour ago, the moment the portal opened, the crown wearer, eager for revenge, roared and rushed through the portal. After half of his body had crawled through, he finally realized that something was wrong.
He slammed on the brakes and tried to retreat.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The duck neck was already in his mouth, so how could he let it go?
In less than half a minute, it was already like this when a large group of people pulled it out of the Blessed Land.
Hades looked coldly at the dying mutant and did not say anything.
He just waved his hand.
Soon, a large number of living creatures were dumped into the rapidly rising sea of gastric juice behind the portal.
The rancher was a generous and tolerant god, and he did not care about the offense of the jesters at the table. In order to compensate for the missing dessert on the noble's plate, they compensated with four large groups of hell.
Fortunately, he was not picky.
And the only thing he got was the sculpture in Hades's hand that was full of cracks and pointing a middle finger at the intruders.
It vividly conveyed the taunts from afar to the attackers.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the sculpture was crushed by Hades.
The alchemist was still expressionless.
"He found us."
He turned back and said, "What happens next may not be simple."
"That's true, but we have more important things to do. We can't ignore the situation of the War of the Worlds because of one person."
Leukoplakia conveyed the judgment of other colleagues. "According to a conservative estimate, we just need to drive him into the depths of hell, and let him do whatever he wants. There will be terror in the endless abyss."
"The depths are indeed a threat, but we can't expect such a person to drown in the sea … Leukoplakia is a killer whale, and the deep sea of hell is his home."
Hades shook his head. "It's not enough to just drive him away from the frontlines. It's too careless to leave a dangerous factor outside.
Someone has to come and suppress him, and it's best to chase after him. "
"If he possesses the destructive power you speak of, then we must not slack off. This is your proposal, so I'll leave it to you. Any other questions?"
"No." Hades shook his head.
"Very good. Tiancheng and the clown are very impressed with your determination."
"Praise is meaningless."
"Don't worry, there will be sufficient power for you to deploy. At the same time, I will introduce you to someone."
Leukoplakia smiled mysteriously and stepped aside. In the endless wasteland, the ferocious mechanical beast slowly walked out with the high temperature of the furnace.
On the back of the aberrant mechanical species, the hunchbacked workshop master from Purgatory grinned, took off the hat on his head, and smiled at him.
"It seems that we now have a common enemy, Mr. Hades."
"Perhaps."
Hades asked, "Then what can you bring me?"
"First, I'll present you with an insignificant gift."
The workshop master laughed hoarsely and took out a bright red rose from his bosom. The rose's petals still seemed to be stained with dew, but the enchanting flower and its barbed stem shone with a metallic glow.
Soon, as he closed his fingers, the rose was crushed. The sharp barbs pierced into the workshop master's fingers, but juice mixed with blood and the fragrance of the flower flowed out from the gaps between his fingers. Drops of sweet rain fell on the remains of the Mountain of Withering.
The mountain-like skeleton began to tremble violently.
A painful roar burst out from the remaining head.
It was filled with fear and despair.
Blazing flames gushed out from its eyes, mouth, and nose, while spots of metallic light quickly sprouted from its limbs, quickly mending the damaged flesh.
Steam, flames, and even pitch-black engine oil gushed out from the steel-like flesh.
Lava-Like blood flowed in the oil-pipe-like blood vessels, and the corroded organs were reborn in a twisted mechanical manner. In the end, the hideous Mountain of Ironlight wailed and crawled in front of Hades.
On the face covered in heavy armor, only eternal resentment and anger burned in the six steel pupils.
The reflection in the pupils revealed Hades's cold smile.
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Depth 13: Sweet Rain Paradise
In the storm filled with pungent poisonous gas, the overwhelming acid rain covered everything. The rainwater flowed and gathered into a river, surging and surging.
The corroded and fragile sandstone kept collapsing and falling into the acid, white smoke rising.
Under the steel canopy that covered hundreds of meters, Huai Shi was holding his chin and looking at the wet stones under his feet, at the holes that had just been drilled out.
He was waiting for the seeds to germinate.
The pots and pans next to him were already set up, waiting for the vegetables to be planted.
After such a long time, Huai Shi's Hell's Survival Guide had reached its fourth edition, and the new and improved seeds had been jointly launched by Mount Tai. It was said that the sales had exploded among the Hell's Blazers, and even the Federal Bureau of Investigation had purchased some of the seeds and supplied them to their subordinate departments.
It was said that the Ascendants of Mount Tai were no longer satisfied with the level of harvest after planting it, and the next development goal of the next edition was to find a place to plant it, and quickly advance to four dishes and one soup … It could only be said that these guys were a little too passionate about farming.
A few minutes later, a continuous crackling sound could be heard from beneath their feet. The germinating seeds were rapidly growing as they absorbed the acid and the precipitate of hell. They had entered the predetermined stage of mutation. After rapidly growing roots that were tens of meters long, the flower buds that were constantly trying to bite people began to swell. In the end, they became several crops that resembled corn.
The Abyss sediment was all concentrated on the leaves outside, and the inside was the edible part.
After being processed by Huai Shi, the remaining toxicity and residue were removed. Although the taste was still delicious, at least there was something to eat in Hell.
In fact, Huai Shi could make something better, but no one dared to eat the glowing stuff, so he could only regretfully give up.
After a simple meal, no one let down their guard.
After observing the situation for two hours and confirming that there were no traces of any pursuers, Huai Shi finally breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems that we are safe for the time being. Everyone can rest for a few hours.
As for the sentry post, Raymond and Mr. Forster will take over. Mr. Gregory will rest, and Professor Anton and I will check the condition of the car. "
Everyone went about their duties.
After putting on the gas masks, Professor Anton took the lead, picked up the wind lantern, and walked out of the car to start his work.
Although he was already old, the old professor's skills were more agile than many young people. He had an eight-pack and was full of martial arts ethics. He still held the position of a judge in the school's full-armor combat club. With a wrench and screwdriver in hand, it was not a problem for him to kill one or two mutants.
Huai Shi followed behind and did not have to worry about the old professor accidentally spraining his back.
He only had to be responsible for assisting and passing the tools.
"It's not too big of a problem. The internal stress of the outer armor is a bit out of control, and a few weak points have appeared. Later on, the high temperature will be adjusted again. The wear on the tires is also much lighter than expected. "
Behind the huge blood-stained truck, Anton raised the wind lantern and swept it around, patting the Red Dragon's body. "This little guy is still healthy."
The body of the car shook slightly, as if in response to Professor Anton's words.
No matter how awesome the driver was, he would not dare to offend his own maintenance division, not to mention the Red Dragon itself, who was directly being repaired. He would not dare to talk bad in front of the old professor.
It was extremely obedient.
"Originally, it was expected that we would do maintenance at four depths, but now it seems that the actual situation is much more optimistic. If we don't engage in high-intensity battles, our current reserves are more than enough, but I'm afraid that kind of naive thinking is simply unrealistic."
After checking all the reserves, Professor Anton turned around and said to him, "What we do next depends on your orders, Huai Shi."
"Fighting alone, losing support, pursuers behind, no road ahead …" In the end, Huai Shi could not help but sigh. "It sounds really bleak."
"After all, this is hell. No matter how difficult the situation is, it won't be strange." Anton calmly stared at the curtain of acid rain outside the canopy.
In the eternally barren world, there were no traces of civilization other than the lights here.
There were only eternal dark clouds above the sky. Even if one passed through the dark clouds, there were no stars behind them, only a deep void that led to other abysses.
They were already in a place far away from the present, in the wreckage of a world that had died countless years ago.
In the countless hells, there were very few that had life, or that could see anything that could move. Most of them were in such a dangerous and complicated environment, empty and dead wilderness. Perhaps there were still some secrets buried underground, or perhaps there was actually nothing.
Even if everyone found out the next day that there were actually pieces of flesh and blood behind the cracked crust, they would not be surprised.
Anything that happened would be expected.
This was hell.
Sometimes, even if you prepared ten times more, you might not be able to use it. But if you could use it, you would feel that your previous preparations were completely insufficient.
The unknown was the most terrifying.
Now, the problem in front of Huai Shi was not the supply of supplies, but the plan that had to be changed.
Because of the bounty offered by the Abyss Jester, they had prematurely left the deep stealth and deviated from the established route. They had to correct it, or simply draw a new route according to the existing map.
Otherwise, if they continued to walk blindly, they would only get lost in the abyss.
And the silver lining was that because of the Deep Tide and the Golden Dawn's Stairway to Hell, the connections between the countless hells became closer and closer.
They did not have to go through the trouble of deep stealth. They could directly open a path at the weak points of the connections, and even physical connections between several hells would appear.
And that was the problem.
There was no path that could allow Huai Shi and the others to quietly return to the original planned route.
Around this area of hell known as the Rain Paradise, the deeper they went, they were close to the frontlines of the War of the Worlds, and at the same time, it was the most dangerous place.
And the three surrounding routes were all routes that led to the several rulers' armies.
And further down …
Haha, further down, it would be hell, the Thunder White Plains, where many group leaders were gathered and treated as a large transit station.
There were wolves in front, tigers behind, dangerous cliffs on both sides, and sharks swimming in the deep waters below.
This was the situation they were facing now.
"No matter how I look at it, it's a dead end."
After the break, during the impromptu meeting, Raymond rubbed the stubble on his chin and sighed helplessly. "Is there no safe route for us to quietly pass by?"
"Unless you wait here for another two weeks."
Forster, the chief engineer, shook his head regretfully.
He was responsible for calculating the depth map according to the signal from the lighthouse. The real-time changes of countless hells were in his mind. If he said there was no route, then there definitely wasn't.
If he said two weeks, then not a day less.
But if they really waited here for two weeks … they would probably be cold to the bone. How could they leave?
Huai Shi pondered for a moment and said directly, "If there's no other way, we can only go down."
For a moment, everyone looked up.
There was dead silence.
"Are you crazy?"
Raymond: "We don't have to walk down the path of death. Who knows how many large groups there are in the Lightning White Plains right now. How can we avoid such a large truck? "
"If we can't avoid it, then we won't avoid it. If we can't avoid it, then we won't spare it."
"Nonsense, if we don't avoid it, are we going to swagger … Wait, it can't be, right?"
Raymond seemed to understand something, and his face twitched.
Numb.
In the silence, Huai Shi rubbed his small hands and revealed a 'local' smile.
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