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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0268_part_03
Chapter 612
chapter 0268 part 3
Heimdall, Underworld, a thousand-mile-wide swamp. Under the pitch black night sky, the hills in the swamp were dotted with fluorescent light spot, and green fireflies constantly flickered.
Looking closely, those were not hills at all, but a massive eight-headed giant snake. The scattered green fluorescent light spot were the scale fires in the eye sockets of the white bone skeleton attached to its body. From the occasional hissing of the eight-headed giant snake, one could tell that these skeletons residing on its body made it extremely annoyed.
But just like marine creatures cannot do anything about the barnacles residing on them, after trying everything and finding no method to deal with these white bone skeletons, the eight-headed giant snake could only let them be and lie flat.
Tang Song stood in the pitch black high altitude, looking down at these skeleton demons.
More accurately, white bone demonic gods.
By constantly absorbing the essence blood from the eight-headed giant snake's body and hunting, a large portion of these skeleton demons had evolved into white bone demonic gods.
………
Two days later, Raccoon City Base, the familiar nine nine-pointed formations nested together. Thousands of Cosmic Cube energy crystal stones were embedded in the formation diagram.
However, this time the destination of this void teleportation formation was Hell.
"Weapon Research Institute wants the corpses and bones of thirty-six giants to research some kind of Great King Kong Formless Demonic God. They offered five hundred thousand US dollars each.
They want demons of the twelve zodiac signs, demons that crack jokes, dragons. Where am I supposed to get those? They offered five million US dollars for the corpse and soul of a demonic dragon!"
In front of the teleportation formation, Johnny Blaze stood with Wolverine Logan, and beside them was a pale-faced middle-aged man wearing a high-collared cloak.
Meanwhile, Deadpool, one of the protagonists, was hiding to the side, calculating the orders from buyers in the small town since he announced he was going to Hell.
"Old Paul wants a succubus, measurements ******, size of a football. If there really was one, it wouldn't be your turn. But two hundred thousand US dollars? No way, at least five hundred thousand—"
"Wade Wilson! The teleportation formation is opening, we're leaving!" Wolverine took a deep drag from his cigar, feeling his hands tremble slightly. Even for someone seasoned and battle-hardened like him, the thought of going to Hell made him feel a faint fear.
After all, not everyone could be as nerves-of-steel as Deadpool.
"Right away, right away! Tell Old Paul for me, a succubus is at least five hundred thousand, the price is non-negotiable. Oh, and promote me for me, I'll give you a twenty percent discount!"
Deadpool Wade Wilson chattered incessantly, promoting himself to the Card Soldier next to the teleportation formation, only to be kicked into the teleportation formation by the impatient Card Soldier.
With his antics, Johnny and Logan's inner fear of Hell was reduced. Along with the middle-aged man beside them, they walked into the teleportation formation.
What is Hell like? This question has been extensively described in various religious myths of human civilization.
To be honest, human self-imagination is quite boring. Regardless of the religion, the descriptions of Hell are largely the same.
Eternal flames, burning the souls of sinners. Those who are extremely wicked are hung by chains, repenting their sins in endless fear.
There are also gloomy and terrifying Hell minions, goblins or imp-like noisy low-level demons and devils, responsible for tormenting those unwilling to atonement. Their wailing sounds like background music echoing through Hell.
In the legends of those myths, the entire Hell seems to be a large-scale soul labor camp, hiding warnings to encourage people to be good beneath the appearance of terror and pain.
But in reality, how could true Hell be so gentle?
How could the demons and devils living here be so idle as to redeem souls?
"Slap!"
Deadpool swung a foot, kicking down a corpse-like thing shuffling forward on the scorching barren sand in front of him.
Simply because it blocked his path.
The walking corpse that was kicked down didn't dare to fight back. It held its head and lay on the ground, trembling.
"These are the lowest level things in Hell."
Dracula, like a guide, introduced to Deadpool, Wolverine, and Johnny, who were visiting Hell for the first time: "They were ordinary people who accomplished nothing in life, falling into Hell because of some sins. But their souls are too ordinary, not even the lowest level demons are interested in them. They can only shuffle across the earth in the form of walking corpses, never finding release."
"Sounds pretty miserable."
Deadpool curled his lips and commented emotionlessly. He looked at the crowd of corpses shuffling forward in scattered lines on the barren sand in front of him. He asked, "Where are they going?"
"The Abyss. Their decaying husks will serve as a hive for incubating larvae there, and their meaningless souls will become food for the next batch of Abyss worms."
"The Abyss?"
Johnny asked.
"Doesn't sound like a good place."
Dracula glanced in the direction of the depths of Hell. He said in a low voice:
"It certainly isn't."
"The Abyss, that is the birthplace of Abyss worms, the origin pit of all demons in Hell. Whether it's terrifying greater demons or weak imps, they are all born from there."
"They have exactly the same starting point, but completely different fates. They kill each other from birth. Those who are not fierce enough, not cunning enough, can only be trampled underfoot. Only truly heaven-sent geniuses have a chance to climb to a high position."
Dracula shook his head. He said with emotion, "These are the rules of the demon world, a hundred times more direct than human rules, and ten thousand times more cruel."
"Hmm, interesting rules. No wonder the creatures of Hell are known for being violent and insane. The desire for slaughter is engraved in their bones, like the carrier that supports their souls. But unfortunately, we are not here for a trip, although this knowledge is truly fascinating."
Johnny had now transformed into Ghost Rider. He glanced at the decaying walking corpse crawling forward with hunched bodies in the red sand on the ground. He turned back to look at Dracula and said:
"Do you know where Mephisto's Castle is?"
"I wouldn't know that!"
Dracula looked strangely at Johnny and the thousands of gold troops behind him. He shook his head:
Heimdall, Underworld, a thousand-mile-wide swamp. Under the pitch black night sky, the hills in the swamp were dotted with fluorescent light spot, and green fireflies constantly flickered.
Looking closely, those were not hills at all, but a massive eight-headed giant snake. The scattered green fluorescent light spot were the scale fires in the eye sockets of the white bone skeleton attached to its body. From the occasional hissing of the eight-headed giant snake, one could tell that these skeletons residing on its body made it extremely annoyed.
But just like marine creatures cannot do anything about the barnacles residing on them, after trying everything and finding no method to deal with these white bone skeletons, the eight-headed giant snake could only let them be and lie flat.
Tang Song stood in the pitch black high altitude, looking down at these skeleton demons.
More accurately, white bone demonic gods.
By constantly absorbing the essence blood from the eight-headed giant snake's body and hunting, a large portion of these skeleton demons had evolved into white bone demonic gods.
………
Two days later, Raccoon City Base, the familiar nine nine-pointed formations nested together. Thousands of Cosmic Cube energy crystal stones were embedded in the formation diagram.
However, this time the destination of this void teleportation formation was Hell.
"Weapon Research Institute wants the corpses and bones of thirty-six giants to research some kind of Great King Kong Formless Demonic God. They offered five hundred thousand US dollars each.
They want demons of the twelve zodiac signs, demons that crack jokes, dragons. Where am I supposed to get those? They offered five million US dollars for the corpse and soul of a demonic dragon!"
In front of the teleportation formation, Johnny Blaze stood with Wolverine Logan, and beside them was a pale-faced middle-aged man wearing a high-collared cloak.
Meanwhile, Deadpool, one of the protagonists, was hiding to the side, calculating the orders from buyers in the small town since he announced he was going to Hell.
"Old Paul wants a succubus, measurements ******, size of a football. If there really was one, it wouldn't be your turn. But two hundred thousand US dollars? No way, at least five hundred thousand—"
"Wade Wilson! The teleportation formation is opening, we're leaving!" Wolverine took a deep drag from his cigar, feeling his hands tremble slightly. Even for someone seasoned and battle-hardened like him, the thought of going to Hell made him feel a faint fear.
After all, not everyone could be as nerves-of-steel as Deadpool.
"Right away, right away! Tell Old Paul for me, a succubus is at least five hundred thousand, the price is non-negotiable. Oh, and promote me for me, I'll give you a twenty percent discount!"
Deadpool Wade Wilson chattered incessantly, promoting himself to the Card Soldier next to the teleportation formation, only to be kicked into the teleportation formation by the impatient Card Soldier.
With his antics, Johnny and Logan's inner fear of Hell was reduced. Along with the middle-aged man beside them, they walked into the teleportation formation.
What is Hell like? This question has been extensively described in various religious myths of human civilization.
To be honest, human self-imagination is quite boring. Regardless of the religion, the descriptions of Hell are largely the same.
Eternal flames, burning the souls of sinners. Those who are extremely wicked are hung by chains, repenting their sins in endless fear.
There are also gloomy and terrifying Hell minions, goblins or imp-like noisy low-level demons and devils, responsible for tormenting those unwilling to atonement. Their wailing sounds like background music echoing through Hell.
In the legends of those myths, the entire Hell seems to be a large-scale soul labor camp, hiding warnings to encourage people to be good beneath the appearance of terror and pain.
But in reality, how could true Hell be so gentle?
How could the demons and devils living here be so idle as to redeem souls?
"Slap!"
Deadpool swung a foot, kicking down a corpse-like thing shuffling forward on the scorching barren sand in front of him.
Simply because it blocked his path.
The walking corpse that was kicked down didn't dare to fight back. It held its head and lay on the ground, trembling.
"These are the lowest level things in Hell."
Dracula, like a guide, introduced to Deadpool, Wolverine, and Johnny, who were visiting Hell for the first time: "They were ordinary people who accomplished nothing in life, falling into Hell because of some sins. But their souls are too ordinary, not even the lowest level demons are interested in them. They can only shuffle across the earth in the form of walking corpses, never finding release."
"Sounds pretty miserable."
Deadpool curled his lips and commented emotionlessly. He looked at the crowd of corpses shuffling forward in scattered lines on the barren sand in front of him. He asked, "Where are they going?"
"The Abyss. Their decaying husks will serve as a hive for incubating larvae there, and their meaningless souls will become food for the next batch of Abyss worms."
"The Abyss?"
Johnny asked.
"Doesn't sound like a good place."
Dracula glanced in the direction of the depths of Hell. He said in a low voice:
"It certainly isn't."
"The Abyss, that is the birthplace of Abyss worms, the origin pit of all demons in Hell. Whether it's terrifying greater demons or weak imps, they are all born from there."
"They have exactly the same starting point, but completely different fates. They kill each other from birth. Those who are not fierce enough, not cunning enough, can only be trampled underfoot. Only truly heaven-sent geniuses have a chance to climb to a high position."
Dracula shook his head. He said with emotion, "These are the rules of the demon world, a hundred times more direct than human rules, and ten thousand times more cruel."
"Hmm, interesting rules. No wonder the creatures of Hell are known for being violent and insane. The desire for slaughter is engraved in their bones, like the carrier that supports their souls. But unfortunately, we are not here for a trip, although this knowledge is truly fascinating."
Johnny had now transformed into Ghost Rider. He glanced at the decaying walking corpse crawling forward with hunched bodies in the red sand on the ground. He turned back to look at Dracula and said:
"Do you know where Mephisto's Castle is?"
"I wouldn't know that!"
Dracula looked strangely at Johnny and the thousands of gold troops behind him. He shook his head:
