The City of Satan, Purgatory.
The name of the city was Satan, which was quite unique to ordinary people. It was just like the City of Chiyou that appeared in China one day. How interesting. Unknowingly, Chiyou had turned from an ancient tribe leader to a non-human demon god, a heavenly villain in the legends. He was even more wronged than Dou E.
The City of Satan lived up to its name. The Vatican had chosen this name simply because there was a purgatory here that imprisoned the most vicious sinners.
The purgatory was designed to imprison powerful Blood Descendants. On the surface, it was just an ordinary prison. Its security system and defense were no different from an ordinary prison. But underground, it was a whole different world.
The underground purgatory had a total of six layers of defense. The concrete walls were up to four meters thick, and the alloy steel plates were specially designed to restrain penetrating missiles. The fortified armor that was 40 centimeters thick was impervious to penetrating missiles. The defense walls were made of different materials to isolate the Blood Descendants with Earth Esper Ability. In addition, there was an alarm in the wall filled with graphite powder. If the wall vibrated too much, it would immediately sound the alarm, and all the security doors in and out of the purgatory would be automatically locked.
It could be said that once you entered the purgatory, you would never be able to get out. Half-step Ji Dao masters could not be restrained, unless they became Ji Dao masters.
But ever since the purgatory was built, there had never been a case of someone becoming an Ji Dao master while sitting in prison for more than two centuries.
That was because every prisoner was strictly monitored. They would not let you have an easy time in prison. Becoming an Ji Dao master while sitting in prison was just a dream. It was already considered good enough if you could stay healthy.
In a cell in the deepest part of the purgatory, a "prison guard" in light armor pushed a dining cart to the security door. The door was 30 centimeters wide and had twelve security locks inside. It was no less than the security door of a bank vault.
The prison guard first looked at the surveillance screen next to the door. It showed the scene in the room. In the surveillance screen, an old man in ragged clothes was sitting with his back against the wall, staring blankly. His beard had grown to his knees, and so was his hair. His entire face was covered by lush hair. It was hard to tell if he was awake or asleep.
But it did not matter. It did not matter whether the madman was awake or asleep.
Ever since the young prison guard took over this position, there had been a madman locked in the deepest room. According to the old prison guard, he had been locked here for almost 50 years. He was the longest-lived prisoner in the purgatory.
Fifty years was enough for a young man to become an old man.
He had forced an entire generation to die.
No one knew who he was or what he had done wrong. The first jailer who knew had died long ago, lost in the passage of fifty years.
Di di di!
The jailer keyed in the password, and a partition on the door slid open, revealing a gap about the size of a human head.
He used a two-meter-long iron hook to push the food in and ordered as usual, "Push the plate back when you're done."
He closed the door and pushed the dining cart away.
The long corridor returned to its deathly stillness. There was not a single sound.
Di di di!
After a while, the sound of someone typing in a password was heard again.
There was no one outside the security door. The button moved by itself, and the password was entered.
There was another gap in the food delivery system.
"Can you hear me?" The young man's voice sounded outside the door. It was a calm and indifferent voice.
Listening to his voice, the image of a stern, cold, and arrogant young man appeared in one's mind.
The old man leaned against the wall and lowered his head as if he hadn't heard anything.
Bang!
Something was thrown in and landed at the man's feet.
It was a small cross, probably an ornament hanging around his neck.
Li Peiyun crouched beside the door and looked into the room. The old man didn't move even after a long while. She wondered if he had really gone crazy. Were they imagining things?
Everyone else was outside, and Li Peiyun was the only one who had successfully sneaked into purgatory. Relying on his superb skills and his ancestral ability to conceal himself, Li Peiyun managed to sneak into this heavily-guarded dungeon.
He was almost discovered during the process because several checkpoints were equipped with infrared sensors. Li Peiyun didn't dare act rashly and waited for a long time. Finally, it was mealtime, and the jailer personally led the way for him.
Before entering, the Blood Esquire had given him the cross hanging on his chest as a keepsake.
The cross had been given to him by Peisi, and Peisi had been given to her by Green Adolf. Peisi said that the teacher would understand once he saw this thing.
The item had been thrown out, but the old man didn't react at all.
"Damn it, the main characters are enjoying themselves outside, while I, an outsider, have to take the risk alone and enter this dragon's pool and tiger's den. What am I planning?" Li Peiyun muttered.
After a few minutes of silent stalemate, the old man finally moved. He crawled over, the chains rattling as he did so.
He reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the cross. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Who
are
you?”
Li Peiyun said, "My
name
is
lipeiyun。”
A long silence ensued. The old man stared blankly at the cross in his hand.
“Are
you
Okay? "he asked again, but there was no reply.
Li Peiyun thought for a moment. "I'm
fine，
thank
you，
and
you。”
The old man finally raised his head and stared blankly at the door and window, trying to imagine what this young man with his broken English looked like.
"Peisi, is … is she alright?" the old man asked.
"She's fine." Li Peiyun nodded.
Just as the old man was relieved, he added, "She was turned into a fallen angel."
“”
The hand holding the cross tightened, and the old man's tone became heavier. "Fallen angel?"
Li Peiyun told him what had happened in the Vatican recently.
"Quinn still hasn't forgotten me." The old man laughed happily, but his laughter gradually faded. He murmured, "Is he dead too? In the end, he still couldn't beat time."
"Now is not the time to be sad. He asked us to find you, saying that you know everything, but the problem is, how can we save you?" Li Peiyun asked.
He had observed that the defense here was very strong, and it was almost impossible to take someone away quietly.
Take this door for example, even if the two of them worked together to break it open, the noise would be big enough to alert all the security forces. When that happened, all the passages in and out of Inferno would be locked, and he would not be able to get out.
This kind of safety door had both a mechanical and an electronic lock. It was not something that could be opened by stealing a key in a TV show.
"Don't you have a companion? A knight should trust his companion. On the battlefield, he is someone you can entrust your life to," the old man said.
Hell, I'm not a knight.
I will never entrust my life to someone else.
"Find the person in charge of Inferno. Find a way to control him, and he can save me," Green Adolf said. "But that old guy is very stubborn, and he is willing to sacrifice himself for his master. If you want him to obey, there is only one way. "
"What is it?"
"Hold his grandson's life in your hands."
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