Chapter 586: Journey to hell

"Don't cry, stand up and cast spells."
Su Ming floated over and patted Monak's shoulder, which was running water. The mage was like a farmer squatting on the ridge, squatting on the air roots of the shrub.
A crustacean that looked like a crab or a lobster was crawling through the shallow water in front of him. As a result, a few large drops of nose fell on the back shell, which made the small animal startled and disappeared in the mud. Up.
"I'm fine, it's just...sorrow from the heart."
Monak replied with a pained look, didn't his two rabbits die in vain? These are all his children!
The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched. He was thinking about suggesting that Monak go to Africa or the Amazon River Basin and find a cannibal tribe to study?
In those tribes, their relatives are often eaten after they die. It is said that they are cannibals, but it is actually a custom of eating corpses.
People cannibalism, Su Ming is firmly opposed, but if it is rabbits, it should be okay?
At least a dozen rabbits are wasted every time Monak fights. What a pity, these rabbits are treated as children by him, and they are all raised in vain. Even if they are eaten, they can’t make up for the inner pain. It’s good to just make up for the body. .
I was immersed in grief every day, and I would wash my face with tears at every turn. I was afraid that my nutrition would not be able to keep up.
Ronan's nutrient solution looks good. When we return to the earth, it's time to explain the creative idea of ​​popsicles.
These mixed thoughts just flashed past, Su Ming squatted down beside Monak, his cloak pulled by him and tucked under his belly.
"Magic has a price, you know."
"Yes...I know it, and I never regret it, but sometimes, there are naive thoughts about whether there is magic without cost in this world."
Monak took out his handkerchief, wiped his face, and blew his nose vigorously. His beard looked messy, his big belly swayed back and forth, and his center of gravity was unstable and almost fell into the mud.
Su Ming slapped his mouth, but the face that strangled the disguise was still expressionless.
As far as he knows, human beings in the Marvel world basically can't get around the system of'cost' if they want to cast spells. Monak is already considered good.
At least he can do some shamanism in addition to black and white magic. There is no obvious price for that weird power, and the side effect is just nausea.
Marvel shamanism is also called voodoo. Its source of power is voodoo, a with a very strange interest. As long as he is happy, he can gain power.
Generally speaking, shaman spells usually only need some disgusting things like chicken eyeballs, bat droppings, toad eggs.
A lot of inexplicable materials, mash them in the cauldron and stir them up, raise your head and dry a bit of boredom, and then sing and dance.
Monak, as a man who has seen his little cousin's true face, even if he really eats these animal materials to his fill, he probably doesn't feel sick, right?
The little cousin has a shaman friend, code-named Black Claw, who specializes in necromantic spells in shamanism, and is good at manipulating weak chicken undead and making low-quality voodoo zombies.
In order to make the voodoo happy, he wears a yellow rooster headgear all the year round. He has to be funny during the casting process at every turn. He also likes to imitate the rooster...
"Sorrow, you can rest for a while."
Su Ming didn't know how to comfort Monak. He lacked empathy for dead rabbits, and his brain circuits couldn't match. How to persuade him?
Gu Yi asked Kama Taj's apprentices to practice martial arts, not just to minimize spell casting.
In the world of American comics, the mage points power and agility, and the warrior points intelligence and charm. This is common sense to live well.
But Monak still clutched his belly and stood up, his teary eyes filled with firmness: "No need to rest, let's continue, what do I need to do?"
In the darkness, even the wind stopped, the sea seemed to stop fluctuating, only a faint salty smell came.
Su Ming is not a hypocritical person, anyway, to end things here soon, Monak can also rest earlier, he has a plan to deal with the snake.
"The teleportation array, the of Mephisto."
No way, Mephisto's territory is not counted among the nine realms, and the Rainbow Bridge is impassable. It can only rely on black magic.
If there is no mage at hand, the same effect can be achieved by setting a trap to catch the ghost rider, which allows Mephisto to come to Su Ming on the initiative.
It's just that the current evil spirit rider, Su Ming is not familiar with it, should be the one riding a horse? He has a plan to deal with the evil spirit knight, but it is always troublesome to provoke an undead monster on fire for no reason.
Monak took a deep breath, and immediately walked out of the mangrove forest. On the relatively firm beach, he drew a dagger and slashed his palm, and began to draw a magic circle with blood.
A lot of magic is related to flesh and blood. If you want to sneak into hell, it is safest to use blood to lay out the magic circle. It is more effective to use flesh and soul as sacrifices to summon demons from hell.
Su Ming was still a little touched at this time, the magic prince Monak, what a good comrade, he bleeds and shed tears for a goal he can't understand at all without complaining.
Monak was from a well-off family and lacked anything. Su Ming could only wait to return to the earth to give him some more high-quality breeds of rabbits. As a token of gratitude, the company’s popsicles were made and he was given more.
However, when the magic circle came on, Su Ming immediately ordered the two to stand by and maintain the portal, and he walked in alone.
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If Sirtel’s is dominated by flames, full of lava and high temperature, then Mephisto’s is quite comprehensive, and there is some energy here.
Darkness, flames, flesh and blood, death, he can see here.
The location of the teleportation is not clear, but the first thing that welcomes the three people is the scream. On a pile of bones stood a pillar with an inhuman-shaped stump tied to it, and it was him who screamed.
Two Hellhounds were digging out his intestines to eat, and the surrounding environment was in a mess. The blood fell from the sky like a fountain, shaking with the tearing of the dog's head.
Su Ming didn't mean to intervene. This is a soul. Maybe it used to be a human, but not now.
There are many souls falling into hell. Mephisto likes to torture souls in a variety of ways for fun. He is the largest concentration camp in all planes of hell.
He doesn't need the souls to serve him, he just likes the screams or groans of these souls, and he uses them as physical instruments.
The soul is in hell, both labor and currency, and Mephisto, as the lord, is rich.
However, according to the comics, Mephisto’s boss is actually ‘death’, and death is the creator and master of all myths and legends in the multiverse, the of death, hell, and hell.
Su Ming has seen DC's death, but has no plans to see Marvel's death. The ‘death’ here is too personified, and his personality is super complicated.
But this does not prevent Mephisto from harvesting the essence of the soul and gaining powerful power, and how the soul energy is used depends on the respective abilities of the demons.
Su Ming got out of Heimdall's vision and immediately changed back to his original appearance, took off his helmet and started smoking. The air here is full of the smell of sulfur and blood. Even if you close your eyes, you know that you are in hell.
It's almost impossible to defeat a lord in hell, but Su Ming didn't plan to do anything on this trip, but came to chat to inquire about the news.
There are not only people on this pile of bones. Looking around, similar bone mounds fill the field of vision, stretching to the foot of the high mountain with lava hanging in the distance.
And the job of these hellhounds is to make sure these souls wailing in different tones to please the owner of this hell. Although it is a question of whether Mephisto can hear me more than ten kilometers apart, they work very hard.
When the soul is in hell, most of the time it is in a state of chaos. They can feel the pain, but they don't have the wisdom of life, just like a mass of flesh, cycling between torture and torture.
Being tortured, repaired by energy, and then tortured.
Generally speaking, the soul of the dead ordinary person will go directly to the palace of ‘death’ through the sickle of the of death, while those who appear in have signed a contract with the devil during his lifetime.
Either a fool or deserved it.
It is actually very strange for a living person like Su Ming to appear here. Many of the blood-red eyes of Hellhounds have turned to him, and even put down the work at hand.
But it doesn't matter. Su Ming has gone to in the DC next door a lot, and Constantine's example has already told him that you don't care about anything in the hell, you just need to smoke to achieve your goals.
The biggest bargaining chip is his soul.
"Don't look at me, you continue, I will look for Mephisto." Su Ming passed through the gap between the bone piles, and patted the head of a hellhound, stained with blood: "Tsk, also Quite real."
Hell energy has given these souls a temporary physical body, allowing them to feel pain, so these flesh and blood are in the boundary between existence and non-existence, as long as Su Ming leaves here, he will be clean.
And these nihilistic things will not fill the belly of the hellhounds, hunger and blood will make them work more seriously~EbookFREE.me~ The hellhounds have no response, maybe the language is not clear. They did not attack either, but silently stared at his back with their eyes, stepping on broken bones and blood.
To be honest, the feeling of being stared at the back by a group of bloodthirsty beasts will make people stand up subconsciously. This is an instinctive reaction of the body.
But Su Ming is not in this case. The emotion of fear does not exist in his heart. He is the one who holds fear.
He still dangling his cigarette and headed down towards the distant mountain, where Mephisto was.
Crossing the smelly creek and stepping on the crackling bones, Su Ming arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw a group of demons and the ruined maids.
In fact, he could fly directly and appear in front of Mephisto, but that would be too rude. After all, he is still the king of this plane. It is better to find someone to inform and follow the process.
But seeing the posture opposite now, Mephisto seems to be going to weigh Su Ming's weight?