There was no helping it. Mortals who entered Hell with their bodies were too rare.
Even the Edge of Hell.
"It's over …"
Ma Wen took a deep breath.
Although this situation was not certain death, it was still very bad.
Unless he was willing to sign a contract with a powerful Lord of Hell, they would not let him go.
However, the price of signing a contract was usually their soul!
Ibu's expression was also very unsightly.
The Elven King Clan was undying. After they died, their souls would return to the Elven Realm's Spring of Eternity, where they would be reborn after many years.
However, once their souls fell into the hands of the Evil Devils, this would not happen.
"Dammit … it's all my fault."
Ma Wen said in annoyance.
He knew that the path led to the Edge of Hell and the Secret Garden, but he did not expect them to be so unlucky as to walk straight to the Edge of Hell.
They were in big trouble now.
Ibu laughed bitterly, "It's not your fault."
His expression became very cold, "They're all Intermediate Devils. Without a high-level Devil or Devil Lord, we won't necessarily lose."
Ma Wen nodded slightly.
The souls below the hill burst out in cheers. These people still had their memories from when they were alive, and had no idea what was about to happen.
Some cursed, only to be whipped by the Erinyes.
These people had all made a deal with the Evil Devils when they were alive, but most of the time, they were not even aware of their depravity.
Perhaps they had cheated the other party, or perhaps they had done something shameful under the instigation of the Reapers.
These were all small matters that people would forget after doing.
However, the Imps and Reapers would not forget. Once they succeeded, the debt would be placed on them.
After dying, their souls would not enter the Realm of the Dead. Because they did not believe in gods, they would not enter the Divine Kingdom of Heaven.
What awaited them was only the passionate yet hypocritical embrace of the Nine Hells.
… …
Just as Marvin and Eevee were about to make their move and carve out a bloody path, a sinister face suddenly appeared in the sky.
It was the head of a Great Devil with three eyes!
Ma Wen's body went cold!
It was that Devil Lord!
He was too familiar with this head.
In the secret room of the castle in the White River Valley, on the treasure map obtained from Dosiloya, and on the mystery of the ancestor …
"I didn't expect him to be in charge of this level of hell."
"That's right. At the level of a Grand Lord, even if its head is chopped off, it can still be regenerated."
"It's really over this time."
Ma Wen's mouth was filled with bitterness.
Whether it was Hell, the Abyss, or the Darkspirit World, they were not places that someone of his level could barge into.
Di Gaogeng was an exception. His strength was not much weaker than that of the Great Demon Lords and the gods of the Heavenly Realm. It was just that he had been too greedy and had grafted his plane onto the World Tree. That was why Ma Wen had taken advantage of the loophole.
Although only the face of this Grand Lord had appeared, its aura seemed to be able to destroy heaven and earth.
That was the most deeply ingrained evil.
Even without a Will test, it would make one's legs tremble.
The other Demons had completely stopped moving. In a place like Hell, where the hierarchy was extremely strict, no one dared to defy the will of a Grand Lord.
The three-eyed Great Demon stared coldly at the two of them and whispered.
"Ignorant mortals, how dare you trespass the Nine Levels of Hell."
"Your physical bodies are too weak. Any creature in this world can easily destroy you."
"But your souls seem to be a little interesting."
"I have a business deal to make with you."
Hearing this, all the Demons felt a sense of dejection in their hearts.
They were also a little surprised.
At the level of a Grand Lord, it was very rare for them to personally appear and snatch the souls of mortals. After all, they were of noble status and disdained to snatch souls from Intermediate or even lower level Demons.
Actions like the three-eyed Great Demon rarely appeared in the Nine Levels of Purgatory.
It was not that it was inappropriate, but it was a little strange.
Perhaps there was only one explanation. The souls of these two mortals were indeed unique. Even the Grand Lord was interested and could not help but personally act.
But no matter what, these two mortals were already in the Grand Lord's pocket. The other Demons all retreated awkwardly.
Very soon, the desolate wilderness became deserted.
On the River Styx, Babba began to focus on rowing the boat, sending the souls to the other shore. Then Ancestral Demon An was in charge of deciding which Devil Lord these souls belonged to. This was a very complicated process. Fortunately, most of the souls had proof.
The Imps or Reapers who lured them into depravity would leave an imprint on their bodies to show which faction their souls belonged to after death.
… …
These souls were wailing pitifully.
But Ma Wen and Ibu could no longer care so much.
The Grand Lord's head slowly descended from the sky. In an instant, a distorted space enveloped them.
The surrounding force field changed. Outsiders could not see in, and the people inside could not see out.
The two of them revealed vigilant expressions.
But at this moment, a somewhat familiar voice appeared next to Ma Wen's ear.
"I didn't expect to see you again so soon, little Ma Wen."
Ma Wen was stunned.
The three-eyed Great Devil's head had suddenly turned into an amiable young man.
"It's you …"
Ma Wen was so shocked that he did not know what to say.
The young man rolled his eyes. "You should call me Grandpa."
Ma Wen was speechless.
After a long time, he finally squeezed out these words.
This was too f * cking weird.
A young man who did not seem to be much older than him, and whom he had no impression of, was actually his grandfather!
Ibu was even more puzzled by what he saw.
Since when did Ma Wen have such a close relationship with the Grand Lord?
"You're a devil?" Ibu looked at Ma Wen in confusion. "I only sense the aura of the Numan bloodline on you. Why do you call him … Grandpa?"
Ma Wen shook his head. This matter could not be explained in such a short time.
When he entered the Secret Garden, his grandfather had told him that he would soon be free, and had even brought Ma Wen the latest news from the Heavenly Realm.
He did not expect to see him again so soon.
And in such a way.
A Numan Warlock cum Sorcerer had actually transformed into a Grand Devil Monarch.
"Confused, isn't it?"
The young man chuckled. "Devils claim to be smart, but they are all inflexible fools who do not know how to be flexible.
"I've already sealed the Grand Lord of this level. Right, his head is still in your hands. Be careful of his counterattack.
"But then again, the power of this level belongs to me. It's possible that I've become the new Grand Lord."
Ma Wen and Ibu looked at each other.
Their grandfather was truly amazing. He actually sealed a Grand Lord and replaced him as the Lord of the Nine Hells!
"I can't leave for too long. That guy's counterattack is very powerful. I have to continue suppressing him."
"How did you two get into the Nine Hells? Fortunately, I'm in charge of this level. Otherwise, it would have been dangerous. "
"I'll send you back to where you came from."
The young man quickly said, "When I've fully grasped the power of this level, I might be able to return to Fernand in another form."
"Haha, I can't wait. I heard that you've built my White River Valley very well? I really want to go back and take a look … "
"Damn it, that guy is starting to get restless again."
He muttered to himself, his brows furrowed as if he had encountered a huge problem.
Without giving Ma Wen and Ibu any time to speak, he waved his hand. Ma Wen and Ibu felt the world spin.
They returned to the dark tunnel.
The pitch-black cave was still filled with a disgusting smell.
Everything that had happened before seemed like a dream.
Ibu shook his head, looked at the blood on his sword, and said with a strange expression, "You have a grandfather who's about to become the Lord of Hell?"
Ma Wen scratched his head and said, "In terms of bloodline, that is indeed the case."
He subconsciously tightened his grip on the items in his hands.
The young man's voice resounded in his ears, "You might be able to use these things very soon."
He didn't know when these two items suddenly appeared in his hands. Clearly, these were gifts from Ma Wen's grandfather to his descendants.
In his left hand was a contract called [Hell Legion Contract].
As long as this contract was signed, he could forcibly open a Hell Gate in Fernand and summon a powerful army of devils.
These devils only obeyed Ma Wen's orders.
The duration of the Hell Gate was very limited, and once the Hell Gate collapsed, these devils would also be rejected by the plane's laws and be sent back to hell.
But this was still a very powerful item.
An army of demons was more than enough to destroy a powerful city!
In Ma Wen's right hand was a bottle of glistening yellow potion.
The specific effect was unknown, but Ma Wen sensed from its aura that this thing might have something to do with his bloodline.
It might be a potion to break through the bloodline shackles like golden blood.
Ma Wen currently had 6 levels of magic Warlock, but he could only upgrade it to 10 at most. If he wanted to continue to break through the bottleneck, the conventional way was to wait for the bloodline to continue to awaken. Many people waited their whole lives for this to happen.
This was the helplessness of the Warlock profession.
At this time, some external treasures that could stimulate the bloodline to continue to awaken became very precious.
This bottle of potion might be such an item.
In short, it was very precious.
…
"Although I can feel that he is indeed a human through and through …" Lin Huang's eyes widened.
"But I always feel that he is hiding something. Even if he really is your grandfather, once he becomes the Lord of Hell, I'm afraid that one day he will become our enemy. "
Ibu thought for a moment and finally reminded him.
Ma Wen nodded. He really couldn't see through this grandfather of his.
"If only Father was still here." He sighed inwardly. He had no impression of this grandfather at all!
What if he was an impostor? After all, a Grand Lord's ability to fake was very strong.
Putting these worries aside for the time being, the two continued to move forward in the deep tunnel.
Soon, a ray of light appeared in front of them.
…
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