Chapter 448 - Chapter 448: Chapter 424: Fischer to Hell (2/2)
Yeager nodded and began to slowly explain one of his abilities.
“Actually, I have been investigating some matters about Viscount Bast before his death…”
“And a few years ago, I made a deal with Andre and had the chance to look into the notes that Viscount Bast left behind. Unexpectedly, I indeed found critical information… Eventually, I went to the mysterious and unpredictable Spirit Realm all by myself in my dreams, and thanks to the blessing of the Great Lord of the Lost, I obtained the forbidden knowledge that Viscount Bast had acquired back then.”
Forbidden knowledge!
Darren furrowed his brows slightly, not expecting Yeager to have his own extraordinary adventure.
Yeager smiled and continued, “Thus, I possess the ability to contract with demons… Now I am stronger than Bast ever was, with a dozen demons entangled in my shadow.”
He paused, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and went on, “And the entrance to Hell is right here, as the demons hiding in my shadow have told me.”
“Right here?”
Darren looked down at the ground, then Chris used “telekinesis” silently, and instantly the snow around them shot up to the sky!
Subsequently, they saw a Hexagram Magic Circle that was deeply buried under the thick snow and nearly cut off from the world!
The array was formed by six perfectly straight lines crisscrossing each other, each line gleaming with a faint blue light as if it were a thread of magic power condensed from the cold ice, sketching out a complex and dignified pattern on the snowy ground.
At each apex of the Hexagram and where the lines intersected, ancient runes were engraved, containing old magic and wisdom that interacted with each other, together maintaining the stability and strength of the array.
They could sense a powerful aura left behind from ancient times.
Heavenly Enlightenment…
The three of them could confirm it instantly.
Just like at White Bones Canyon, the Hexagram Magic Circle at their feet was definitely also a masterpiece from a Legend of the Apocalypse.
Yeager’s eyes brightened, and he exclaimed loudly while staring at the Hexagram Magic Circle, “As expected, the prophecy is correct! This is the place!”
Darren nodded, a trace of nervousness rising in the depths of his heart, until he took out the Iron Mask from his bosom and put it on.
At that moment, he felt as if some sort of switch was flipped and the true “self” had returned!
“Let me see… Ah, I see, this is all demon speech, the way demons in Hell communicate. Indeed, over the past few years I have learned quite a lot through the demons, perhaps it will be useful here.”
Yeager studied the many ancient runes on the array, suddenly started muttering to himself and began reading out the obscure texts.
That guy can actually understand it…
Darren was somewhat surprised. Yeager had not only learned how to contract with demons but seemed to have significant expertise in the study of Mysticism in this area.
Suddenly, the Hexagram Magic Circle beneath their feet lit up.
They felt a surreal tumbling sensation as everything around them crumbled and disintegrated, only to be reconstructed moments later!
The next instant, Darren witnessed an astonishing scene!
The surrounding flames and lava intertwined into a heart-pounding canvas. He felt that every inch of space around him was permeated with suffocating heatwaves and the pungent smell of sulfur.
The sky, if one could still call it that, was obscured by thick volcanic ash and swirling smoke clouds, letting not a single ray of light through. Only the red and orange glows of fire fought against the clouds, painting this Hell as if it were the dusky twilight of doomsday.
Occasionally, a blinding lightning bolt would tear through the darkness, accompanied by deafening thunder, like the angry roar of heaven and earth.
The ground, or more accurately, there was no ground here, only boiling seas of magma flowing slowly, like great fire dragons winding through the endless darkness.
Giant bubbles occasionally rose from the magma, bursting with dull roars, flinging splashes of molten rock like apocalyptic fireworks carrying lethal danger.
Darren and Chris, thanks to their abilities, were flying in midair, while Chris also used “telekinesis” to make Yeager float.
Yeager was extremely surprised and delighted, shouting, “Excellent! I’ve succeeded! Hahahaha!”
He appeared to be very excited, seemingly eager to arrive in the true Hell.
In this Hell, countless volcanic vents dotted the landscape, like wounds upon the earth, ceaselessly spewing hot lava and volcanic ash, devouring everything around, while the edges of the vents formed cliffs of cooled magma, covered in sharp pillars of lava and scorching rocks, unapproachable for anyone.
In this place, time seemed to lose its meaning, with only the endless flames eternally cycling.
Wearing the Iron Mask, Darren took a deep breath, the extremely hot air flowing into him. Ordinary people would likely have been burned through by the high temperature, but at this moment, he only felt an inexplicable excitement rising within him!
“Hell doesn’t look too bad!”