Chapter 313: The Absurd Devil and the Enjoying Adventurer

Ba'tuo Nine Hells, Second Layer "Dis."

The steep and majestic mountains were like the solidified waves of the earth, stretching endlessly; the sky was dead gray and gloomy all year round; the air, besides the pungent sulfur stench that filled almost every corner of Hell, carried a hint of thick rust.

And right in the deepest part of these wild mountains, at the center where countless roads reflecting metallic luster converged, sat the most magnificent metropolis in all of Hell—"Iron City."

Thanks to the exaggeratedly rich mineral resources of various types in the surrounding mountains, this city possessed a highly developed mining and smelting industry.

Also because of its ruler, Duke "Dispater's" fanatical pursuit of high-end technology and military firepower, the manufacturing workshops and military factories that could be seen almost everywhere made Iron City the most famous military supplier in the multiverse, continuously providing military weapons for all kinds of war lunatics.

Today was the same as usual.

There was no distinction between day and night; the noise of metal friction and collision and the roar of wheels rolling over the road echoed over the streets.

Located at the very edge corner of the core inner ring of Iron City, Rust District, Broken Blade Avenue No. 32.

A delicate three-story house with the same simple and capable style as the surrounding buildings, dotted with a large number of metal element decorations.

Basement.

Unlike the bright and clean outside, the light in the basement was incomparably dim, with only a few special scented candles on the copper holder in front, while calming the restless magic particles in the air, barely illuminating the surrounding space.

Revealing the clean and traceless floor surface, a huge magic circle composed of countless complex patterns and profound emblems.

At the very center of the magic circle, on the highest-grade velvet cushion, sat a tall figure in decent formal wear.

It should have been tailor-made; the formal wear was extremely tight, and the cuffs, waist, abdomen, and even the constriction from the sleeves to the shoulders were specially treated, without the slightest feeling of being too loose or tight.

He closed his eyes tightly, his body motionless, as if he were sitting in meditation; his body was much more robust than an ordinary human, but he still maintained the physical characteristics of a humanoid creature, with only dark red skin that was obviously rougher and vaguely showing small scales, two black-brown horny sharp horns the size of a pinky finger on the top of his skull, and flame flows and scorching air sprayed out from time to time with his breath, indicating his identity as a Devil.

Hum—

The magic particles that had calmed down slightly under the comfort of the scented candles in the air suddenly became chaotic.

Accompanied by a high-frequency hum of energy surging, the patterns of the magic circle on the ground lit up, and the light like solidified blood turned the entire basement into a dark red.

"Hiss... hoo!"

Opening his eyes suddenly, his pupils shrank!

Extremely abruptly, clearly a moment ago he was still maintaining a calm and quiet appearance like meditation, breathing long and slow.

The next second, he seemed to have experienced a fierce activity, inhaling suddenly, panting heavily, like a drowning person finally saved.

The originally zen-like sitting body also became twisted, his center of gravity leaning backward, and he barely maintained his balance by supporting the ground with one hand.

And the other hand was subconsciously reaching up, touching his neck.

It looked very indecent and rude, roughly tearing the collar open.

Until the palm was completely pressed against the neck, feeling the coarse skin, the trachea that pulsed and expanded while breathing, and the tactile sensation of the throat bone beneath it.

Saloyang's face, filled with lingering fear, gradually recovered to calm in the rapid panting.

"Damn it." Subconsciously recalling the final moment just now, those scorching sparks and ashes that filled his vision, and the fleeting, ochre-red sharp light, he cursed instinctively.

"What the hell was that!?"

Immediately, the backlash after the unexpected death of the consciousness projection was applied to him, and the whole person became like a serious illness, his aura suddenly became sluggish, his spirit weak, and even that dark red-skinned face showed a hint of paleness and powerlessness.

Saloyang did not descend to the Material Plane with his true body; it was just a consciousness projection through relevant magic circles and special items. Even later, when he tricked Abi into signing a contract and temporarily controlled the other party's body and soul, it was just equivalent to opening another hole, allowing more energy from the Hell true body to be transmitted in.

Therefore, after being beheaded by Xia Nan, although he "died" in the Material Plane, his true body in Hell also just entered a period of weakness, which did not affect his life origin.

The long lifespan far exceeding short-lived species and the rich experience accumulated in his Devil career, Saloyang naturally had overturned his car, and the number was not small.

After all, many souls with high value in their eyes had very high acquisition difficulty, and they maintained considerable vigilance against most wise creatures of the "Devil" race.

Sometimes it might just be the smallest oversight that led to his identity and purpose being exposed, thus failing at the last hurdle.

But like the experience just now, clearly having completely mastered the situation, losing everything at the last moment when the balance of victory was completely tilted... he had encountered it for the first time.

"Why..."

"How is it possible?"

He didn't even stand up from the magic circle; the strong surprise and doubt in his heart made this Devil Baron from the second layer of Hell begin to review his experience in the Material Plane.

Naturally, the main object of the review was definitely that black-haired young man named Xia Nan who sent his consciousness back to Hell.

It shouldn't be...

Saloyang was very confident in his judgment ability.

Although the other party's soul smelled very chaotic, making him feel repulsed, but judging by the aura emitted by the other party and the actual battle later, the professional level could not exceed lv5 at most.

Perhaps his combat ability was stronger than adventurers of the same level, but he observed the whole process of the battle between the other party and the Spined Devil.

The black-haired young man definitely used his full strength to barely defeat the Spined Devil, and his own interference caused his chest to be pierced, and even his heart stopped beating.

He should have died thoroughly.

What was the reason that allowed the other party to be resurrected from the dead and obtain such power that soared like a qualitative change?

It couldn't be a God's descent, could it?

Saloyang couldn't figure it out.

And what made him even more puzzled was the exaggerated traits shown by Xia Nan in the short ten-plus seconds after "resurrection from the dead."

Speed, explosion, and even strength were all improved in an all-around way. Those red flames lingering around his body surface and the embers and sparks left behind during his actions seemed to grant the other party some kind of strong state-type bonus effect.

Even several moves suspected to be combat techniques had undergone corresponding changes, and their power had doubled.

And even now, Saloyang still felt absurd about his encounter before being beheaded.

So absurd that he even wanted to laugh.

An adventurer whose professional level did not exceed lv5.

In just a few seconds, he first relied on some kind of mental resistance ability with a counter-effect to exempt his 【Charm Person】 and 【Tasha's Hideous Laughter】, and then forcibly distorted the path of 【Ray of Frost】 through an unknown ability similar to 【Mage Hand】.

Finally, he exaggeratedly ate two consecutive 【Scorching Ray】s, and the six fire beams only left minor injuries on him.

"By what right?" ===== CHAPTER 314 =====