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Hyperion worriedly helped the poet up, but she fell again as soon as she stood up.
Although the controller may not have any major mental problems, the body of the great poet of love is no longer under his control.
"Leave it to us from now on. You should have a good rest. With Antanas and Shinora, this level shouldn't be too difficult."
Hyperion squatted beside the great poet of love and patted his back lovingly.
Lanqi himself may not have suffered any harm, but the body of the great poet is almost broken.
"Wuwu, Wang, please don't die."
Antanas was sobbing in the back, wiping away tears from time to time, observing the condition of the black-haired, green-eyed figure.
Even though the crying was fake.
But she seemed to be creating an atmosphere.
Hyperion looked back at Antanas, not knowing what to say.
However, when she turned around, Hyperion saw that Lanqi's eyes were also determined.
This gave Hyperion an illusion that the atmosphere was set to this point and Lanfu would have to die today.
"Let me do it. We can't give up halfway."
Said the poet of great love.
He is always able to solve problems efficiently and never wastes time.
If you want to speed through, you have to speed through it to the end.
Warden Bakas has limited time to delay, and now he is only one step away from meeting the last great demon, Pranai of Truth, and he doesn't want to waste any more time.
In order to save Talia's friends, he felt that no matter how hard it was, it was worth it.
"..."
Hyperion's eyes trembled.
You really don't take Lanfu's life seriously, right?
Fortunately, Lanfu fell into a deep sleep after handing the body over to Lanqi. Otherwise, when Lanfu took over the body and found out that Lanqi had messed her up like this, she would probably break off all ties with Lanqi on the spot and find an opportunity to fight with Lanqi later.
The poet of great love tried his best to stand up and walk forward.
"Wait for me to inspect and repair the area and unlock the access rights for this floor. Then you can see the cell where Pranay of Truth is. Then please rush to his cell as quickly as possible. I'll be there soon..."
The black-haired, green-eyed poet said in a staccato voice.
With Antanas's defensive ability and Shinora's spell resistance, in this level of the Great Demon Trial [Inverted Road to Rebirth], if they have a guidance map, it will be very easy to rush directly into a target room.
Because both of them are very courageous, which is completely different from Prana of Truth.
The Tyrant Priest is a warrior who is not afraid of death and was trained by him personally. When given orders, he will be able to successfully reach the target location.
"Are you planning to go to the [Inverted Road to the Dead] alone?"
Shinora asked worriedly.
The poet of great love drooped his eyelids, turned his cheek and nodded.
Then he walked into the prison.
He walked like a drunkard, falling with each step and then getting up with difficulty.
But it seemed that he was not affected or hurt at all in the illusion.
"This……"
Shinora stared at the new king's gradually receding figure in amazement. The new king seemed to have no fear at all, and the illusion did not cause any actual harm to him.
"As expected of our king, what kind of state of mind is this?"
Shinola sighed sincerely.
"Yes, it's disgustingly strong."
Antanas is used to it.
She had already seen the new king's basically immune state in the negative fourth floor [Falling Land of Tenderness], so in the negative sixth floor [Inverted Road to Rebirth] which was also a test of one's character, she felt that the new king's monstrous performance was nothing surprising.
Now Antanas is not sure how many marks the new king already has, but she is very sure that the new king will get another title mark before meeting Pranay of Truth and become a great demon far superior to Talia.
……
At this moment, in the broken body of the great love poet, Lan Fu, the real great love poet whose soul has fallen into deep sleep, is experiencing a dream.
She dreamed that after arriving at a mysterious prison today, she kept falling and couldn't control her balance at all.
All the way to the negative fifth floor, it was very dark and gloomy, her body was controlled by the devil, which used a terrifying giant wolf to cruelly torture her phantom, as if it wished she would die.
She was still in shock but was finally about to leave the prison.
She began to be fed a very terrible kind of wine.
She was obviously in great pain and could hardly breathe through her nose, but she was still being fed with the kind of wine that burned her internal organs. In the end, she felt like her whole body was about to fall apart, and it kept bumping forward, making her want to cry in pain.
She suspected this was a nightmare, but she couldn't wake up...
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Chapter 442: Lanqi is almost more noble than Talia
Deep in the negative sixth floor of Helrom Prison.
In the illusion, the black-haired girl stood alone in a hazy place where light and shadow intertwined.
Those green pupils were like two bottomless lakes, quietly reflecting the changing scenes around them.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl who was inspecting the cell door just now suddenly felt the boundary of the prison corridor begin to distort, and the space began to ripple like the surface of water, followed by a rain of knives falling from the sky.
The blade and the sword glowed with a silvery-white luster, instantly piercing through the girl's body, staining the metallic luster with a layer of blood red.
However, the girl was like an immortal being. She walked over the blades one step at a time and continued to concentrate on the maintenance work.
Every wound on the black-haired, green-eyed girl's skin was deep enough to see the bone, and blood flowed slowly along the blade.
Not long after, the blood evaporated the moment it came into contact with the air, as if it had never existed.
The illusion was lifted, without causing any substantial harm to the black-haired, green-eyed poet of love.
However, before it reached the metal door of the other cell, the flames began to twist and jump on the ground like living things, from deep red to golden yellow, covering the ground endlessly.
The poet of great love continued to walk into the sea of fire. The flames burned her snow-white skin until it was bloody and charred, making crackling sounds. She still walked forward calmly, as if she felt no pain.
"Luckily I came here. If Hyperion had been allowed to enter the Upside-Down Road to the Dead, she would have been in great trouble."
The black-haired, green-eyed figure twitched his lips slightly and muttered to himself.
He knew that these illusions were false, so as a materialist with a firm faith in Taoism, he did not feel the slightest fear in his heart.
As for the sense of pain, because he was controlling his clone, the main perception remained with his original body. Although the pain in the illusion was very painful, it was not painful enough to make him pass out.
As Lanqi was thinking, the sea of fire suddenly cooled down and turned into a vast expanse of ice and snow.
The edge of the prison fluctuated again, forming an even deeper world.
The poet of great love was pulled into a new fantasy world by an irresistible invisible force, surrounded by endless darkness and shrill screams.
Heavy snow fell from the sky. Each snowflake had a unique shape, crystal clear, and glowing with black light, making the world in front of the poet of great love dark. These corrosive and poisonous snows would emit smoke whenever they touched his body.
However, tiny ice crystals condensed on the poet's indifferent eyelashes, and his steady breathing turned into white mist in the cold.
Endure the pain and keep your body balanced and move forward.
Along the way, he saw countless illusions and witnessed countless collapses, but the poet of great love never changed his pace and conscientiously completed his prison inspection duties.
After a long time, it seemed as if the illusion was tired, and it still couldn't move the figure walking slowly in the corridor at all. The magic power of the [Inverted Road to Rebirth] barrier stopped and no longer fluctuated.
Silence continued in the corridor.
After a few breaths, the whistling sound of the cold wind gradually arose, as if the god of death in winter was passing through the empty corridor.
This time it was not an illusion, because the interior of the negative sixth floor was actually an extremely cold prison with frost and snow all over the sky.
In the surrounding air, snow mist and transparent magic power gathered together to form a biting cold air, which came towards the figure with black hair and green eyes, enveloping it in the field.
In the deepest center of the Helrom Prison, the indestructible ninth-order ancient barrier began to show ripples, triggering the supreme ritual, causing tiny ripples and spreading a layer of psychedelic mist.
In mid-air, powerful and heavy magic power condensed. It not only had the same fluctuations as the [Inverted Road to Rebirth], but was even deeper and full of power that made all living things fearful, as if a giant palm from the ancient demon world had traveled through time and space to cover it.
A translucent halo formed around the black-haired, green-eyed poet of love, and magic powers gathered and intertwined in the air. At the same time, the lingering icy air suddenly rushed towards the poet's brows.
The magic power continued to increase, causing Antanas and Sinora, who were on the other side of the negative sixth floor, to feel an indescribable sense of oppression.
In the transmission hall.
"Wang, did she succeed?"
Shinora looked at the frosty dome of the negative sixth floor and asked in surprise.
Even she was not sure what the conditions were for obtaining the Great Demon Mark in the [Inverted Road to the Afterlife].
"She must have succeeded. These tests of her character are not difficult at all for her."
Antanas nodded. She was now certain that the new king had also caused similar fluctuations on the negative fifth floor just now.