Eternal Punishment Dragon in Prison

Chapter 113 Petitioner (for Subscription)
Sandy prison layer.

Here, just like its name, every planet is full of wind and sand all over the sky.

At least ten percent of the area is in the environment of sandstorms.

The wind is so strong that it can be described as ecstasy.

Moreover, it is physical ecstasy and bone erosion, the extremely fast sand grains rub against the surface of the skin.

An ordinary creature of flesh and blood can be whittled down to a skeleton in no time.

So there is no biological life from the material plane in this hell layer.

Only petitioners and demons, and some native creatures live here.

At the moment, it is in the Rattle area of ​​the sandstorm prison layer.

Two figures appeared in the sandstorm, a thin protective force field surrounded them.

Fierce and violent wind and sand roared outside, but it was a pity that they couldn't get close.

"Noisy."

A figure let out a low sigh, and the wind and sand in this place calmed down instantly, and soon turned into a gentle breeze.

Fei La laughed and said, "When the distinguished guests come, they should sweep the couch to welcome them."

There is only one thought in Murphy's mind, the background of this force is so deep, a legendary ability to suppress wind and sand can be kept on him forever.

And consume it at will.

He said lightly: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"However, your move has attracted a lot of attention."

At this moment, below the two of them, several humanoid creatures wearing hooded cloaks made of coarse linen are kneeling towards the two suspended in mid-air.

Feila said: "Some petitioners, don't worry too much."

Murphy shook his head: "No, I suddenly want to observe them."

After speaking, Murphy appeared on the ground.

"My lord, my supreme lord."

Seeing Murphy's arrival, these petitioners became even more fanatical, praying and worshiping non-stop.

Pale skin beneath their hoods, brutal claws, sharp teeth, loose hair, and pale eyes.

From time to time, many maggots can be seen wriggling in the swollen flesh of these petitioners.

Bloated like those bloated corpses after death.

"What's so interesting, these souls who have been judged by the gods and cannot retain the memory of their lives."

"After being washed by the Styx River, his qualifications are low, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to become the lowest original demon."

"It's the waste of waste, the inferior of inferiors."

"It is probably a defective product from the Kingdom of Death."

Fela's tone was full of disdain.

He looked down on these petitioners.

The reason is very simple, these can wander outside, cannot enter the Kingdom of God, cannot become demonic petitioners.

It belongs to the existence with the lowest quality of soul.

That is to say, when he was alive, he didn't have the qualifications to become a professional.

Even the most trashy soul gold coins will not be minted with this most inferior soul.

Souls with truly superior qualities will enter the realm of the Kingdom of God.

Does not wander the lands of the Outer Planes.

More excellent souls will be directly promoted to become angels, celestial clans, and powerful demons and demons.

"Don't be so absolute, Feila, these souls will improve their quality after wandering."

"Sometimes you can become the original demon."

Murphy observed carefully, and naturally he also observed the petitioner on the prison floor of the Swamp.

But the forms of petitioners in each prison layer are different.

For example, according to the sandstorm prison layer, it is said that they were rich and unkind people during their lifetime.

"The probability is so low, even if you can escape the dangerous natural environment, you can't escape the hunting of those demons."

"Do you want to have dinner?"

Fela seems to have thought of something, Yong Punishment Dragon seems to like to eat these petitioners.

Murphy was speechless: "I was just thinking about how to improve the soul quality of these petitioners."

"At that time, can you catch a bunch and raise them?"

"Cultivate a high-quality soul and sell it to the devil."

Fela was surprised: "It's a wonderful idea, but as far as I know, it's impossible."

"The improvement of the soul quality of the petitioner is completely a coincidence."

"Otherwise the gods wouldn't let them go."

"Even if the good gods will, the evil gods will definitely breed them."

Murphy pondered for a moment: "What you said makes sense."

In fact, he was thinking, since the soul is an asset mortgaged to the multiverse by the gods.

Just like a soul master, by mortgaging his own soul power, he borrows soul energy from the multiverse.

So how exactly do the gods operate?

Soul masters understand very well. After training, they have a specialty called [Soul Shaping], which can be used to borrow soul energy.

But this is their unique ability.

These petitioners don't have this feat.

In other words, demons and envoys do not have this specialty.

How did the gods mortgage it?
What is the proof, why does the multiverse recognize it?

"What Fela said before, the mind of the plane, is it possible that it really exists?"

"In fact, the gods don't necessarily pledge to the multiverse, but to the plane where their own kingdom of God is located?"

"Can the mind of the plane be strengthened by the power of the soul?"

The more Murphy thought about it, the more headaches became. Magic power, psionic power, and soul power, these three belong to the relationship between me in you and you in me.

Psychic energy can be derived from the source sea, giving birth to the original magic power, the impurity of the original magic power is soul energy, and the soul energy can strengthen the psionic energy.

It's really a perpetual motion machine.

And it's still the kind of perpetual motion machine that keeps growing.

"Fira, in your understanding, what exactly is soul energy?"

Murphy decided to communicate with this legendary psion.

Fela froze for a moment: "Isn't that the power of the soul?"

"Then why don't you use it?"

"What is there to use? Mastering soul energy also requires a specialty called [Soul Shaping]. My mind can't carry so many specialties."

According to previous communication with Fela, psions regard specialization as the reflection of personal mind.

It is very different from Murphy's view of specialties as the embodiment of original magic power.

Can't say it's different.

Anyway, according to the psion, the personal magic net itself can derive the original magic power.

"I mean, why do the gods favor souls, why do the abyss plunder souls, and why do hell get souls."

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about these things."

Feila fell into deep thought because of Murphy's words: "I understand what you want to say, it means that they have another purpose for obtaining souls."

"I don't deny this. The abyss and hell gain souls, and their own power will grow, and more demons and devils will be born."

"Even the gods will get more powerful envoys because they get powerful souls."

"But I know that's not what you want me to answer."

"It should be to understand whether the soul is a more powerful source of power."

"Because the devil, as we all know, makes no secret of saying that he can wring divine power out of the soul."

"And use this power to bestow divine spells to attack the belief of the Church of the Gods."

Murphy nodded: "In your knowledge, does the soul have any special power in the realm of the mind?"

Feila said: "Of course, have you heard of the soul manifester?"

"Those powerful professionals who combine soul energy and psionic energy."

"They use their souls to amplify the power of their minds and gain abilities that are different from ordinary psions."

"But this kind of power can only be said to be average, not too strong."

Murphy was a little bit emotional. Sure enough, the soul and the heart can be combined, and it is only natural to use the soul to strengthen the heart.

Is this the truth about the expansion of the multiverse?
"So how do those powerful beings in the outer plane use the divine power that already exists in the soul?"

Murphy asked his doubts.

Swish!
An old voice came from behind: "It is through duty."

(End of this chapter)