"I'm trying to figure it out. I'm rewiring the brain in our body to make it more efficient."
Perhaps it was an illusion, Shire felt that his brain suddenly became a lot of inspiration, many things and methods that had never been thought of came out one by one, those memories that had been forgotten were re-activated, the numbers and lexicology that had troubled him were no longer complex, and he easily figured out some things that had troubled him in the past. Negative feelings such as regret, frustration and sadness were gradually erased, and thanks to a more advanced and efficient way of thinking, Shire figured out many problems.
"We can defeat the demons and grow the hunter community. The key is to make people realize the value of the cause." Char murmured, as some wild thought took root in his mind, "... The devil is terrible, but not enough to affect everyone's vital interests. Let some demons in, let many demons ravage the world, and then everyone will have to turn to the demon Hunter, who will be the only hope of protecting everyone..."
"You see, it's a brilliant mind." Graddiu rejoiced.
"--!" Shire was shocked, how could he have this idea, staying in hell made him feel that the mind was fast changing, a poison like change, "we have to hurry back to the real world."
He leaned back against the rock face and saw the fire of the burning demon,
"Not now. This flame pioneer is watching. One knock on the cave and the space crack will collapse."
"Don't you know all about it? Graddiu!" The burning demon roared, "Death to me! Blade Demon, the Kings of Hell await you!"
"Shut up! Inferior things! Only to guard the waste of hatching tanks!" "How far are the flames from us?" replied Graddiu angrily. 'it asked Shire.
"It burned us in ten seconds. No, five seconds."
"I hope they don't hear me."
Graddiu let out a petulant scream, which spread like a ripple, and the wall behind Charles broke inch by inch, the invisible blade slicing through the crevices between the rocks.
"Climb in!" Graddiu urged.
Shire, not afraid to be slow, hurried into the narrow rock crevse, and inch by inch moved in the direction of the blade. The rock walls were cut into irregular shapes, and the uneven stones made Shire feel pain with every step he took.
"Can't you cut it wider?"
"I'm almost using up what little power I have." "Cried Graddius weakly and angrily." Damn it, anyone. Why should the Fire Lord take my land?"
"You have a problem with the Fire Lord? Is it your enemy?"
"He's a complete idiot, and I have no love for demons of low intellect."
'Don't you speak of my Lord like that! The fire demon above the cave banged his fist on the ground, and the Shire felt the temperature around him rise a bit.
'You wait! "Cried Gladius." I'll cut you open."
'You can't separate the fire!
"It's enough to separate you, fool!"
The fire quickly burrowed into the cracks, toward the Shire greedy roll, trying to Charles's body into the fiery embrace.
It's too late! Char found himself moving nowhere near as fast as the flames, and he would soon be consumed by them.
"Hurry up -- move up --"
It was harder for Charles to maneuver through the narrow gap made by Graddiu than for a goat to pass through the eye of a needle. The fire touched Shire's arm, and he quickly pulled himself back, only to find that he had no way to avoid it.
If it is possible to If you can turn into water, into something without volume, can you easily cross this crack?
"-- Flowing shadows!" Char releases the Hunter's spell in hell, and his body quickly collapses to the ground, forming a shadow and flowing toward the other side of the rift, as he becomes more proficient at the spell and becomes accustomed to moving in this state. This is actually similar to manipulating the balance of the body, when he intentionally leans in a certain direction, the shadow will also move in a certain direction.
The problem is a sense of direction... In this state, what Charles can observe spreads out in all directions, the world flattens out into a thin sheet of paper, he can only see dark or bright lines, usually, it is difficult for Charles to see the specific direction of flow, and he does not know where he will be moving, and the lines form a circle, which is constantly disappearing around him. Where will it move next?
Fortunately, Shire soon realized how to judge in this case: the place of light is the sea of fire, and the opposite direction is the way of life.
"Quick, quick, quick." Graddiu urged, "Don't dawdle. You thought of using the Hunter's spell, and I've taught you so much."
At the end of the gap, Shire's shadow trickled through the crevice, he felt the difference, realized that he had fallen somewhere, and slowly lifted the spell and retreated from the shadow. Now it appeared that Graddius had cut through the passage from the hatchling to some palace, for he had fallen on a rocky floor.
He looked back and saw the gap. Very far away there was a flickering light. The fire seemed to be chasing, but it was obviously no longer able to catch up. He estimated that the fissure was more than half a meter wide and several kilometers long, and that such a huge fissure, cut through such solid rock, was this the power of the devil?
"Indeed, I am so strong that it is easy for me to do so."
Char looked down and saw that his figure had shrunk.
"You clearly expended a lot of strength."
He touched his body. He had been more than two metres tall since he had eaten up the little devils around the Lake of Fire, but now he was down to half a metre and back in the form of the little devil.
"It's a necessary wear and tear. Anyway, the last thing hell needs is soul sediment, and a few more demons will collect it."
"That's easy to say. Where is this?" Char touched the flat rocks on the ground, which seemed to have been carefully polished and laid.
On both sides of the walls, there are braziers of unknown materials, and the green soul fire burns endlessly. When the Shire approached them, Graddius swallowed and swallowed this soul flame.
"This is my palace." "Look here," said Graddius haughtily, "my palace, my territory, my kingdom in hell."
"It looks good." Shire touched the pattern on the wall, delicate and complex, like a whole page of paperwork.
"The valuable things are piled up in the treasure house. I'll show you." "We will take away all the valuable treasures and leave the stone palace for the balrogues."
"This is where you live?" Shire walked into the corridor of the rock palace, and in the distance came the hazy sound of explosions, screams, and strange whispers.
"This is only one of my more than 60,000 palaces."
"More than 60,000?" Shire was surprised.
"Hell is like this, we drive tens of millions of children, hundreds of millions of units to organize military forces, territorial attack and defense each other, create endless chaos, these chaos overlapping each other, endless growth, purely for entertainment, or because the concept is not right, the demon gods always have a lot of differences, the aging demon has been chasing the youth demon, the prince of joy and the prince of sorrow not a day does not fight, The god of war keeps picking fights, the God of strife rubs everyone the wrong way, the Lord of Destruction doesn't seem to have evolved a brain, and surprisingly, I get along pretty well with him. We added excitement, we broke the rules, we bullied the weak until all the Kings agreed to banish me... Oh, oh! Why wasn't the Lord of Destruction banished? Just me?" The more he spoke, the angrier Graddiu grew.
Char heard a noise.
"Quack, quack, quack."
"Whoops!
"Ga! Quack!"
"Aah!
It seems to be the voice of the children, he followed the noise to the lower part of the palace, at a glance to see the huge army-making warehouse, numerous children running around in it, the devil from time to time to pick up a child, the children dancing and struggling, but soon was thrown into a burning furnace by the big ghost.
They scream, their bodies melt, their souls float, and black demonic substance flows from the bottom of the furnace.
There are several larger flame demons waiting at the bottom of the furnace for a long time, and they will burn and melt these demonic substances in their own bodies, reshaping them into various forms of demonic weapons, swords, spears, crossbows... There are more weapons of unknown purpose in the Shire, all piled aside.
Large, muscular ghosts ran back and forth, carrying the forged demonic weapons away from the palace.
The whole process is noisy and tight, and the wail of the children can be heard in the process.
"Weapons workshop?" Char was puzzled. "Why are you making so many weapons?"
"Nature is war, for evolution, and those who survive absorb the souls of the dead." Graddius explains, "After every battle, the air is filled with scattered souls, so that the surviving imps become great ghosts or lower demons, and the lower demons survive the battle and become the demon vanguard, the demon warrior, and then the surviving warrior and pioneer will become the powerful demon, the demon general, and eventually there will be a demon strong enough to be seen by its Lord." Prince of Demons, second only to the immortal. Princes are cunning and ready to replace their lords."
Baaaah!
Charles was still trying to talk to Graddiu about hell when he heard a loud noise.
As he followed the sound, a fire demon swung his lava fist and struck a ring, which, after being beaten against the anvil-shaped rock, first emerged as a dazzling gold light, then faded, leaving an unremarkable charred shape.
'Look, Char, look! "That is the real treasure, the charred ring, a powerful treasure very popular in the Fire Lord's army, which can summon a tremendous breathing fire that melts everything in front of it."
"Oh," he said.
'Oh'? You're a man. You're a man of no concern. Of course we're going to steal it. Even the great Devil would fight over it. Go, go!" "Cried Graddiu.
Char, with wide eyes, crossed the whole vast workshop to the furnace at the other end and got this charred ring from a fire-demon blacksmith. This is not easy!
"Burnt black ring... Burnt black ring... " Graddius repeated, "Only if we get such good things can we have come for nothing."
Shire stared at the ring in the distance, the flame demon will be scorched black ring with the hot air lifted into the air, slightly stimulate its power, a large group of dazzling huge flame will roar out, loud and powerful, dozens of still running imps instantly melted, into a large fan of ash, next to the imps absorbed the soul, immediately become larger, and surround the companion's ashes.
It is true that Very powerful. Char stared at that ring.
So, how do I get there?