Chapter 31 A Guide to Chaotic Hell

Author: Going to Winter

Chapter 31 A Guide to Chaotic Hell

"If you are lucky enough to visit hell, please remember the following three things:

Never step on the burning gravel with your feet. Never walk close to the forest. Never avoid the red creek.

Or just remember the following:

Never go to hell."

——"The Hitchhiker's Guide to Chaos Hell"

Human beings have various descriptions of Chaos Hell. The above is not necessarily the most accurate version, but it is the best-selling one.

Of course Nesse also read it.

At this moment, he was lying flat on his back, staring at the backward sulfur sky, repeating these joking rules to divert his attention - his internal organs hurt as if someone was pulling them in sixteen different directions.

While trying to recover, he chanted for about a thousand heartbeats.

He didn't sit up until he could feel his butt.

Then he immediately discovered that he still had no feeling in his legs——

Keqier lay motionless on his lap like a stale wild goose, with a large hole on his back behind his right shoulder blade and silver blood stains on his right wing.

"Angel." Nese wanted to slap him awake, but couldn't find a place where he dared to strike.

He bent his legs with his hands, and Keqier was pushed away and rolled to the side limply.

The angel was facing up, with his dull golden eyes wide open.

Panic flooded Nese's lungs like aconite venom.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and shook Keqier's other intact shoulder vigorously, "Angel!"

When he received no response, he subconsciously put his finger under Keqier's nose - there was no snoring.

It's okay...I almost forgot...breathing is not necessary for energy creatures, and they will hold their breath if they are too stimulated...Nese controlled herself to grasp this thought that was as light as a life-saving straw.

It doesn’t matter…see again…

Although he had just woken up from a coma and his head was dizzy, he still concentrated and opened his energy vision——

The translucent thin threads of static order energy weave into a net, outlining Keqier's dim outline.

The large hole on his shoulder that seemed empty in the physical field of vision now seemed to be filled with something like minced meat, with many black and red shards like glass shards sandwiched in it.

Destroying energy... Nesai unskilledly identified it.

He had noticed some tiny green light spots surrounding the angel's head and neck. This was naturally life energy.

He should still be alive... Nese suddenly relaxed.

He turned his head and looked at his surroundings.

The situation was urgent at that time, so he tried to create a rift in the plane by directly mobilizing energy, and escaped with Ke Qil.

The target location he set was originally his own tower on the main material plane - there was a set of carefully maintained receiving arrays that were kept running all year round and were at the highest priority for emergency transmission.

But the location they are currently in is obviously still in the Chaos Hell Plane... I wonder if it is due to an operational error.

fine.

Nese felt that this level of error was not satisfactory.

This was only his third attempt. The consequences of teleportation failure were horrific and cliche - like only teleporting two legs and a nose.

He looked up and could not find the disaster stone floating island that he was looking for within his field of vision.

As far as the eye can see, there is no iconic scenery that I have ever seen before.

I wonder what's going on with the teacher... he thought to himself.

In front is an embroidered mountain that breaks through the sky, shaped like a solidified giant wave, and to the right is an abyss of ten thousand feet vertically downward.

On the left is - no, before he had time to look to the left, something caught his attention behind the cliff.

really weird.

How could he not see it just now?

Behind the undulating obsidian rocks on the rear right, there is a red stream flowing quietly. The end of the stream calmly falls into the abyss.

Be sure to avoid the red creek.

He twisted around hard and looked upstream in the opposite direction of the stream.

Upstream - that is, behind him - there is a dense forest.

The shapes of those trees are very strange, but in the Chaos Hell, many things cannot be too particular, so they can barely be called a forest.

No way... Nese tried hard to control his emotions - to be honest, he had been doing this for a long time since he met Yicha.

He cast his gaze to the left.

Sure enough—he had somewhat expected it—there was a large area of ​​sand burning with small green fires.

Never step on the burning gravel with your feet. Never walk close to the forest. He began to feel that "The Hitchhiker's Guide to Chaos Hell" had some unknown secrets.

Nese's eyes returned to Keqier.

He hasn't figured out how to get back yet. He told them to leave just for safety, so rashly carrying out the current teleportation with a high chance of error is a bit subtle and self-inflicted.

Anyway, it's better to wake up the angel first.

Among the human law spells, what he is least good at is healing spells. It may be more convenient to direct energy.

He made some simple preparations, stirred up the sporadic life energy emitted by Keqier, and carefully tried to roll up the slightly flashing green stars like making expensive marshmallows.

Sweat beads dripped into his burning blue eyes. Without blinking, he gathered the dots into one place and slowly sent them towards the bloody wound on the angel's shoulder.

Chi——

Like pouring a pot of boiling tea on a red-hot stone, a dazzling stream of snow-white steam spurted out from the exposed part of the wound in a straight line.

Nese has prepared a simple locking spell on the ground.

At this time, he used his own magic power to activate the spell on Keqier's entire shoulder, sealing the steam inside.

He didn't know if this was right.

Maybe it's not quite right - maybe it's very wrong -

wrong.

He soon saw that Keqier had swelled up into a large round ball and floated upward like a balloon.

In the blink of an eye, Keqier floated out of the range he could catch - the angel was awake, and was making that iconic panicked holy stuttering sound.

Nesse staggered twice before he managed to stand up - his legs were extremely numb, and he almost used pure will to control them to limp and run.

He chased after the fat white angel balloon that floated away, desperately chanting various spells that might be able to prevent this situation, but none of them had enough effect.

"Think of a way!" he finally shouted.

"Yes! Yes!" Ke Qier shouted loudly. He almost remembered that he was an angel.

"A miracle!" he shouted.

Angels' innate and specific application of order energy is: miracles.

It is difficult to say whether "miracle" is a standardized spell (although Kircher and Icha have standardized it).

A miracle is a miracle.

Depending on the individual angels, the difficulties to be solved, the environmental conditions, and even the mood of the person involved, miracles will have different effects.

Now the effect it produces is: a gray, squirming thing suddenly appears two feet above Keqier's head.

Then those things smashed down, knocking the angel to the ground. Those things flickered and fluttered. Nesse took a closer look and saw that they were a lot of round and fat fish.

Keqier grabbed a raised rock on the ground to stop himself from flying up again.

In any case, the situation seems to have eased temporarily.

Nesse let out a long breath.

Then suddenly I felt very itchy in my calf.

He looked down and saw that he was standing in knee-deep red water.

The names of the streams and some of the points in this section come from Dante's Divine Comedy.
Chapter completed!