Chapter 382 If you have a round-trip sightseeing ticket, do you dare to experience hell tourism?
"Is this hell?"
Looking at the extremely depressing endless black clouds outside the blue barrier above his head, as well as the antiquity, desolation and death all around him, Flomingo couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The slightly cool air mixed with water droplets entered the nasal cavity, which immediately shocked people's spirits. At the same time, it also clearly told him, the Archbishop of the Spiritual Church, that all of this was not a dream or illusion.
I actually stepped into the kingdom of death as a living person, in a world that should belong exclusively to the dead!
Although when he first witnessed the arrival of "Ye", Flomingo was fully mentally prepared for the existence of the abyss of hell, and he also knew that he, who had sinned so much, would definitely be reported to hell after death, but sooner or later
It's just a difference.
But before his life span is exhausted, he can go into hell alive and see the scenery after death. This is really something he has never thought of.
Even if you read through the legends and stories in the Inuit region for thousands of years, there are only a few people who are lucky enough to come back alive after going through hell, and these people themselves are not ordinary people.
They are either emperors, descendants of gods, legendary sword masters, or martial arts masters. At the same time, there are often figures of various elders looming behind them.
Therefore, when this kind of story that only existed in myths before really happened to him, Flomingo, who thought he had experienced many battles and was knowledgeable, faced the scenes around him that were completely beyond imagination.
At this moment, I actually felt helpless and confused.
It was as if for an instant, he turned back into the frightened young man who suddenly learned of his father's death.
but…
Glancing at the men around him who were also shocked, Brother Floming, who had been in a high position for many years, instinctively concealed the gaffe on his face, and then coughed lightly and said.
"Calm down, everyone! There are noble people from hell waiting for us, don't keep us waiting!"
The "adult" in Flomingo's mouth refers to a man standing quietly not far in front of everyone, wearing a black robe, with black chains floating on his body, blue ghost fire burning in his eyes, and a word engraved on the chest of the robe.
A tall skeleton with strange words you don't recognize.
According to the oracle that Flomingo received before coming in, this tall and stressful skeleton should be the Nether Messenger responsible for assisting their group from the Spiritual Church.
Nether Messenger, also known as Hell Judge, Nether Soul Chaser.
According to ancient myths and legends, the Nether Messenger is directly under the Hell Messenger, and is responsible for dealing with the souls who come to hell. In some mythological stories, they will also go to the human world to capture those evil spirits who refuse to go to hell.
Although such a low-level god of hell looks inconspicuous, even in the temples of the death series, it is difficult to see them in even the most remote corners. They are often just A, B, C and D mentioned in ancient stories.
But in fact, as the direct executors of hell's punishment, if the myth is true, they have the power to judge and execute ordinary spirits!
A rough analogy is roughly equivalent to the three-in-one grassroots police, judges and prison guards in the United States.
Although Blue Star does not have the phrase "The King of Hell is easy to deal with but the devil is difficult to deal with", everyone obviously understands the truth.
Therefore, even if Flomingo considers himself a "confidant" of the Hell Messenger, he does not dare to show any slightness when facing a Nether Messenger. A humble smile like spring breeze suddenly appears on his face, even with a group of gangsters behind him.
The former bishop also grinned widely, not daring to be disrespectful in the slightest.
After all...he is the unlucky guy who is destined to go to hell. Who can guarantee whether he will fall into the hands of the other party in the future?
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"My lord, I am a servant of the great God of God, Archbishop Flamingo of the Scholomance Church. May I ask for the name of His Holiness?"
"Bishop Fromingo...I heard the messenger mentioned you, you are very good..."
"Netherworld Messenger" looked at Flomingo with his empty eyes, and the blue-purple flames in his eye sockets danced slightly.
Facing the gaze, Brother Floming, who had just started training in the body-building technique, and a large group of people behind him, suddenly felt endless visions of death and inexplicable fear coming towards their faces.
The terrifying chill instantly spread from the back to the whole body, as if it was going to freeze them!
But the next second, the "Netherworld Messenger" seemed to realize something and suddenly raised its hand. As the flames in its eyes dimmed, all abnormalities disappeared in an instant.
At the same time, a low and hoarse voice began to appear in the minds of the frightened living people.
"Sorry, I haven't met a living person in thousands of years. I'm not used to it... I'm Apti. Yes, that's right, I'm the [Alchemist] you think of."
"For the next period of time, I will be your guide...over there is Terrence, your next training instructor."
"Well, judging from your expressions, you should have heard of this name. After all... he seems to be praised by future generations as [Unparalleled Warrior]?
"But don't be surprised... because in the future, you will meet more 'historical celebrities', because most of them have come to us and even become my colleagues..."
"I think this must be an extremely interesting experience for you..."
Nolon, the new skeleton mage who had not stayed at the Scholomance Church for a few days and was forcibly assigned a new task by Ivan, was fooling wildly while stretching out a skeleton finger and pointing to the outside of the empty school ground, holding
Skeleton Warrior No. 6 with concave arms said this.
The same scene happened dozens of kilometers away in another dilapidated town with the same layout.
A group of Twilight Army soldiers headed by Barr and a group of outstanding missionaries set foot in "Hell" with trepidation under the leadership of their own [Twilight Prophet] Jerif.
After being yelled at by another skeleton mage, everyone began to practice in a true hell style.
Needless to say, their overall efficiency is quite high.
Faced with the ghosts and ghosts that passed by from time to time around the camp, as well as all kinds of strange spirits who were escorted and tortured by suspected ghost messengers, a group of living people lost their minds and had a serious shortage of san balance. At the same time, they also trained harder and harder.
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Even the training of body training, which Ivan thought would be very slow in progress, turned out to have generally good results, and even forced him to continue to "bleed" himself soon, continuously extracting natural energy supply from Green Dragon True body.
In the barrier, these people have really trained themselves to death.
Of course, since this is the first attempt, there are actually not many humans from the main world who have actually been entered into the other world this time.
A total of two hundred people came from the Scholomance Church, including the top leaders; the Twilight Church had a little more, about five hundred people.
If things go well this time, in addition to the two churches, Ivan plans to add one more candidate to the second batch of candidates, that is... the Church of Death in the United Kingdom of Toronto, which he has been tending to.
There is no way, who gave these people a too high starting point, even if they did not receive much help, they have now developed to the point where they can influence national policies in Toronto.
If we don't provide some benefits, Ivan himself will feel unjustifiable...