Infinite Road Warrior Road

Standing on top of the silver dome, the pupil-shaped holy brilliance of the holy light is even more majestic and sacred under the sun.On a balcony of the Dome of the Nunnery, a middle-aged nun in a purple monastic robe looked up at the sun, showing a surprised and puzzled expression.

"The evil cave, has it been destroyed? And it has been destroyed completely, otherwise the hellish breath of this land would not have declined so quickly!" The nun murmured, although her appearance was only middle-class and not impressive. It was amazing, but the sun shone on her plain face without any powder, but it gave off a warm and holy radiance.However, her eyes looked a little dull in the sun, obviously blind.

A head-sized crystal ball suddenly floated into the air from the nun's hand. As the crystal ball began to fill with white light, her eyes also glowed with a holy brilliance without any color, which made her look even more like a blind person with white pupils.

This is the most distinctive feature of "Blind Eye", the leader of the Blind Sisters and the Rogue Camp - Akara.

As a church established under the guidance of the angel of fate, the Blind Sisters are not good at fighting, but insight, perception and prophecy (although the former two can also form a powerful combat force when used on bows and arrows ).Now Akara is using this power to gain insight into the truth that led to the destruction of the evil cave.

Countless images and graphics flashed quickly in the crystal ball, but except for Akara himself, no one knew what was actually reflected in the crystal ball.

Cheers and discussions could be faintly heard from outside the nunnery. It has been shrouded in the horror of hell for several months, and the people who were in constant panic finally ushered in a rare dawn.Although the dawn of the sky soon became dim again due to the resurgence of the breath of hell, the ubiquitous haze and oppressive death aura were obviously much weaker than before.All of this really excited the spirits of the common people in the Logue camp, because it meant that the savior who could fight or even defeat the forces of hell had begun to come to this troubled land.

However, the din was only heard from afar, and there was still a considerable distance from the nunnery. The solemn religious atmosphere here made everyone consciously keep silent.Don't dare to make the slightest noise within 100 meters from the nunnery.

Akara, on the other hand, kept a calm expression all the time, and only raised his head slowly after the crystal ball and the holy light in his eyes faded away.Project the crystal ball in the air to project a small wasteland map in one corner of the map.It can be clearly seen that a mass of blood-colored thick fog accompanied by countless ant-sized red spots is filling the air.

This is the natural supplement from other polluted areas after the extreme depletion of hell power in this area, as well as a group of wandering monsters following the flow of hell breath.But in a short period of time, the power of hell in this area has been difficult to restore to its original level.This is only the surface, and the degree of wear and tear of the dead energy of hell underground is even more astonishing.

Pointing to a certain location on the map, Akara put a ponytail on the one who had already been waiting by the side.The female archer wearing chain mail and a fiery red long cloak ordered: "Kaxia, you immediately lead the team to the bloody wasteland, and prepare to meet and escort the heroes who destroy the evil crypt."

Kasha's style was crisp and neat, after bowing to his orders.Immediately turned around, but Akara immediately added: "By the way, by the way, I would like to inform the mercenary group and adventurers in the Rogge camp: due to the huge consumption of the breath of hell, within half a day, the level of monsters in the Blood Wasteland will generally decrease. It has dropped by one level (level [-]). If you want to kill monsters, go there as soon as possible!"

At this time, the rough and loud shouts of the barbarians calling for comrades in arms began to be heard outside the nunnery.Although the morning light, which is like a flash in the pan, is slight and soft, it seems to turn into needles one after another when it falls on some adventurers, which makes people feel painful and wakes up.It makes people want to fight and vent.want to live.

In an unremarkable tavern in the Rogue camp, a pair of dexterous slender hands plucked beautiful and spiritual notes on a harp.But as the sunlight began to spread spots on the ground through the windows of the tavern, immediately outside the tavern the rallying horn of the Rogue archers was sounded.The black-haired girl playing the piano also stopped playing, put down the harp, and took out a longbow and a staff from under the wine table.

Whether using bows and arrows or casting spells, ten dexterous fingers are inseparable. This girl seems to be a magic archer who also practices spells and bows.

"Uncle Kane, I'm going now!"

The old man she called Uncle Kane was thin and thin, with dark skin, white hair, wrinkled face, sloppy clothes all over his body, stained with ink, and looked quite wretched.But he has a broad and full forehead that symbolizes "extremely intelligent", and his eyes are also extraordinarily clear. It is not the innocent clarity of a child, but the kind of clarification that contains endless wisdom and insight into the world. .

The old man put down the pen he was writing, sighed and said, "You better be careful, although the hellish atmosphere of the bloody wasteland has dropped significantly, just like when the tide is ebbing, there will be waves that will knock down the scavengers from time to time. .”

While talking, the old man handed over a blue scroll, "When you find something wrong, activate the teleportation scroll immediately, don't hesitate to go, you must know that many high-ranking demons have magic to confine teleportation."

"Thank you old man, I will be careful." The black-eyed and yellow-skinned girl nodded, took the teleportation scroll, then turned and walked out of the tavern.

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In a corner of the Rogge camp, there is a tall tower built of gray rocks, about four or five stories high. Its gray and gloomy shape contrasts sharply with the glorious nun's convent.Billowing black smoke suddenly billowed from the top of the towering tower, which looked like a large crematorium.

Like the nunnery, the surroundings of the tower remained silent, but that was obviously not because of the solemnity of religion, but a kind of daunting deadness.

A group of poor people in ragged clothes pushed a simple wooden cart and struggled towards the tower on the muddy and muddy path, their legs were splashed with mud.Although the goods on the car were covered with burlap, there were still two pale arms or legs hanging down from time to time due to the bumps, attracting more and more flies to follow them all the way. Obviously, the car was full of corpses.

The tower has a blue-black gate, but it has no luster, no artistic decoration of any kind.It's just a rough and monotonous combination of a circle of simple magic circles.And in the center of the magic circle is a faint blue flame burning faintly, like a silent epitaph.

The heavy door opened with a muffled rattling noise, and two people were dressed in black robes.A pale young man walked out with a pungent smell of potion.This smell even suffocated the flies that were always attached to the corpse, but the two of them seemed to be used to this smell for a long time.

Meet the man who came out of the tower.The dull and powerless expressions on the poor people's faces also began to show a hint of shrinkage, and they retreated from the cart one after another, waiting for the two people to start examining the corpses on the cart like cargo.

"Nineteen corpses, including six adults, one with a fractured right arm, five children, and eight elderly people. The physique is average, and three of them died more than two days ago. The total price is... 63 copper coins!"

The currency of this world basically follows the algorithm of one gold, ten silver, and one thousand copper, in normal seasons.In terms of purchasing power, one copper coin can buy a whole family of black bread, but in the years when these monsters are rampant, the price of food has doubled or tripled.

The few poor people pushing the cart were obviously not satisfied with the price, but they didn't dare to bargain.After one of the black-robed men paid them the money.Another man in black immediately waved a bone staff.Under the command of the magic staff, the corpses on the cart got out of the cart staggeringly, and then walked into the tower in a slow motion.

The few poor people who got the money walked back while counting the money, and at the same time muttered in a low voice, "It's so little money, I might as well eat it myself."These people's complaints are not just words.As food continues to be scarce, cannibalism is not uncommon, but it is not uncommon. If it were not for the strong binding force of religious beliefs, it might have been a common phenomenon.

"Wait a minute!" The black-robed man holding the bone staff suddenly shouted, and several poor people trembled and turned their heads one after another.

"He's not dead yet, he's just fainted, get him away!" The black-robed man pointed to the only "corpse" lying still on the car and said. There is a gossamer-like breath, and the living will naturally not respond to the call of undead magic.

The man in black immediately greeted him again: "If you want to treat him well, the treatment fee is..."

The poor people pushing the cart turned around and pushed the cart away without saying a word, lest the other party ask him to refund the money because of the lack of a corpse. Naturally, the treatment was not in their consideration at all.Although there are all kinds of extremely effective and powerful healing magic or potions in this world, the poor undoubtedly cannot afford them.

And on their way back, three or four carts full of corpses came bumping along the way.

The space inside the tower is much larger than it looks from the outside, it seems that it should be the result of using some kind of magic to expand the space.Various types of corpses are displayed everywhere, as well as countless various organs soaked in glass bottles.Parchment paper, crucibles, test tubes, and various magical instruments were piled up on the experimental table.

Dozens of zombies are fixed on a large wheel, moving forward at a constant speed, driving a wooden conveyor belt full of corpses to keep moving forward.Hundreds of people in black robes were busy all over the conveyor belt, dissecting and dividing the corpses on the conveyor belt, and soaking various organs and tissues into different medicines for further processing.As for the waste residue that has been screened, it is finally sent to an incinerator for incineration.The whole process is like a modern assembly line.

Although there are corpses everywhere, the environment is not dirty, and the air is not turbid either. Several transparent wind elements with hazy shapes move around the house, constantly inhaling all kinds of dust and dirt, and sending them out of the window in turn. It's like an automatic wind-powered vacuum cleaner.

On the upper floor of the "corpse processing workshop", there is suddenly a "warehouse", in which nearly a thousand corpses with unique shapes are stored.Those corpses stood quietly in a neat line like a group of soldiers waiting for inspection.Their appearance is somewhat like a skeleton with unusually thick and horizontal bones and a rather stocky skeleton, but their partial joint structure is quite different from that of ordinary skeletons, which are more firm and flexible, and can perform various anti-joint movements.The bone is even more unusually dense and firm, even glowing iron blue, as if it is not a bone, but some kind of humanoid machine.And those bones are wrapped with a layer of unusually strong and well-developed muscles.Much like a strong, burly Hercules being stripped of his skin.The internal organs were removed, and then turned into a horrible mummy with muscles and skeletons!

These corpses appear unusually "clean", with well-proportioned and rigorous structures.Not only did they not emit any smell of corruption or blood, but [-]% of the corpses were covered by a pair of bone armor.It no longer looks like a corpse, but more like an exoskeleton robot similar to "RoboCop".

An old man in a gray-white robe carefully inspected the neatly lined up corpses one by one, with a serious and meticulous expression, finally nodded in satisfaction, and sighed again: "I didn't expect the 'Evil Cave' to be destroyed so quickly. This batch of 'Skeleton Golem' and 'Skeleton Armor', which were finally produced with great difficulty, lost an excellent opportunity to show off."

The old man who spoke only made people feel "old" in temperament, although in fact he had all white beard and hair.But it's not gray, but lustrous silver, and there are almost no wrinkles on the face, but the skin is a little too white.It gives people a cold and strange feeling that is not like ordinary people.On his head was a pair of bone hair bundles that seemed to be carved from ivory, and many of the accessories on his robe had the appearance of skeletons, filled with obscure and cold magic waves.

Although the "Evil Cave" has devoured thousands of stragglers and rogue adventurers, it is only a trouble for people of the old man's level, a trouble that can only be solved by making sufficient preparations in advance.In addition, he just got the production method of "Skeleton Golem" and "Skeleton Armor".Even with sufficient sources of "materials", it is not so easy to immediately piece together a troop of golems that can wipe out the "evil cave".

It has to be said that the "Skeleton Golem" and "Skeleton Armor" are indeed two sets of magical crafts that he admires, which bring the art of the undead to its fullest.It is different from the ordinary corpse consumables that are randomly resurrected on the battlefield, but it has a combat power that far exceeds that of ordinary zombie skeletons.Indestructible, never fatigued and never betrayed.They can obtain long-lasting fighting ability and spellcasting ability by continuously absorbing the ghost energy of death on the battlefield, and they can also continuously devour other bones to repair and strengthen themselves. They can definitely be called the nemesis of the undead in the traditional sense.Moreover, this is a low-quality imitation made by him who has many puzzles about the two sets of magic crafts, and can only make up for it with his rich experience. If it is a real finished product, its power and function are far more than that. .

He was planning to use this batch of "skeleton golems" to destroy the "Evil Catacombs" before the arrival of Kanduras's Paladin Legion, in one fell swoop to reverse the negative aspects of the world's lack of positive ability to attack undead magic and only suitable for assisting and plotting. impression.However, the "Cave of Evil" was destroyed ahead of time without warning, which is a small pity.

"Master Ottavo, I would like to apply for a small team of 'skeleton golems' to meet a group of guests in the Scarlet Wilderness."

At this moment, after a short-distance teleportation magic circle in the corner flashed a burst of blue light, a strong young man in bone heavy armor appeared in the teleportation circle and made a request to the old man.

"You're welcome. In return for your drawings and the design of the 'assembly line production method', here is one-fifth of the 'skeleton golems' at your disposal." Ottavo nodded, and suddenly realized, "So this matter is Your people did it."

"I just know that 'they' will arrive at the Rogue camp today." The young man replied cautiously, expressing that he did not know the details.

"Obviously, if you want to show strength and goodwill to people in a strange land, killing the 'evil burrow' that poses the most direct threat here is a very appropriate way." Ottavo's tone sounded quite a bit Looking forward to it, "Then you go, I hope that among 'them' there are also masters who are proficient in undead crafts who can point out the flaws in my 'work' and answer my questions."

"Thank you Mr. Otawo for your constant care and protection. I will definitely try my best to create opportunities for you to exchange knowledge with 'them'!" The young man replied sincerely.

Soon, the young man left the tower with a hundred "skeleton golems" that moved in an unusually uniform manner like a robot, and left the Rogue camp under the eyes of countless people full of envy and fear. Sanctuary, head towards the Scarlet Wilderness.His eyes were calm and confident. Although he knew that with the strength of a veteran, only a hundred "skeleton golems" might not be taken seriously by the other party, but it was undoubtedly enough to initially show his value as a newcomer.In addition, it is also very necessary to take the opportunity to kill more monsters and get more rewards.

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The sun has just risen from the distant horizon.Golden light flooded the wasteland.But a large mountain range in front of them is always shrouded in an extremely deep darkness. The black sky and black mountains make it difficult to distinguish where is the sky, which is the cloud, which is the mountain, and which is the ground.Everything is in chaos.

"The whole army is lined up, ready to go!"

Thousands armed to the teeth.The heavy armored infantry and knights, whose whole body looked like a metal fortress, merged into a sea of ​​spear ringers, and began to line up to the dark area ahead.

The tens of thousands of troops did not make any sound, only the occasional clanging and forceful sound of life, and the orderly pace that shook the earth, like rows of iron walls, advancing forward with a momentum that crushed everything.The whole army merged into a suffocating invisible coercion, which actually caused the darkness ahead to turbulent and retreat.

The advancing speed of the army became faster and faster, gradually changing from striding to running in small steps, and then hundreds of round halos bloomed evenly from all corners of the army.The strange light of the green spirit like the bright waves of the sea is emitted, as if layers of waves of light and water ripples cover the entire army.

This is the "endurance halo", which can greatly strengthen everyone's endurance, allowing them to march quickly for a long time while wearing heavy armor!

If they encounter opponents, they will also activate the "Aura of Fanaticism", "Aura of Power", "Aura of Blessing", "Aura of Prayer", "Aura of Meditation", "Aura of Purification", "Aura of Thorns", "Aura of Elemental Resistance" at any time ... The stronger the aura of the paladin, the more powerful the boost will be.And the coverage is wider.More than a dozen halo effects are superimposed and increased, enough for a weak rabbit to kill a ferocious wolf, not to mention the extremely powerful "elite", "master" or even "legendary" level professionals?

They are the mainstay of mankind's ability to fight against the forces of hell-the Holy Knights, the Holy Knights of Westmarch, the Northern Empire!They had just fought a brutal battle with the Candulas invading army half a year ago, and their own losses were not small.But now facing the fall of Candulas, they still sent reinforcements.

But after all, the opponent is an enemy country that just met swords not long ago, so it is reasonable to slow down appropriately, let Candulas consume more power, and buy himself more time to prepare for the battle.Ordinary paladins may simply fight for justice, faith, and blood, but their high-level leaders have to consider certain political dark sides.

If it weren't for the abnormal turmoil and subsidence of the hell atmosphere ahead, it shows that the forces of hell have just been hit hard, and the human side will pay a lot of price accordingly. send troops.

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The bloody wasteland suddenly sank into a huge crater with a radius of about [-] meters. The area within ten miles around the huge crater was full of rift-like ditches and potholes. It was devastated, and the ground seemed to be completely turned over.In the huge crater, all hills, trees, rocks, flowers and plants were smashed and collapsed, turning into dark brown quicksand stone powder, the closer to the center, the more obvious the black, and finally due to the ultra-high temperature, some kind of obsidian-like thing was formed , still slowly emitting choking black smoke, and some of the obsidian can still see the outline of a few legs and skulls, as if it is a part of the human body.

In the center of the pit, Wang Zongchao stood silently.A bottomless black aura gushed out from all over his body, completely covering up the original texture, brilliance, color, and even vitality of his body. Everything around him that came into contact with this turbid aura began to dim, decay, rot, and collapse. , death... and then it seemed that something unimaginably ugly and vicious would be born from death and destruction.

Maybe it was a second, maybe a flick of a finger, maybe a moment, in the real material world, it was only a very short moment, but he felt that he seemed to have been rigid, corrupted, and assimilated by the ancient chaos and darkness for thousands of years. Thousands of years.The body ages alone in the long time, the spirit withers in despair in the boundless darkness, and the soul twists and falls in the indescribable chaos!

But after all, he still forcibly survived with the incomparable determination of Zhenru's determination to surpass everything, and the black aura all over his body began to fade slowly, showing his original momentum and perception.

"Old Wang, would it be more dangerous to forcibly absorb this negative energy that contains darkness and evil?"

Qi Tengyi's voice seemed to come from another unfathomable time and space. The "Fengdu" city formed by the combination of countless souls seemed to be unreal, covering and protecting the entire huge pit invisibly.

He is very clear.Wang Zongchao was not dispelling this dark energy full of powerful and pure evil aura, but forcibly condensing it and suppressing it, temporarily blocking it in his body.

"It is indeed more dangerous. But it is still very necessary, as long as I get used to this energy. Even if I go to hell, my power will not be restricted in any way!" Wang Zongchao smiled lightly, and he was also planning for a rainy day. The "Evil Catacombs" has made him fully aware of how much the domain of the Lord of Hell and the environment with a strong atmosphere of hell can add to the strength of monsters. No small constraint.But as long as this energy is fully resolved, adapted, and tamed, it will no longer be a limitation.

It is dangerous to forcibly absorb and transform this force full of malice and chaos.But if there is no danger, there is no opportunity to break through. Just like the zombie king's corpse energy, Xuankui's corpse blood, and the hellfire of the abyss lord, every time he turned harm into benefit, his strength improved greatly.

"Whether you are in the Underworld, the Demon Realm of Shura, or in the Lingshan Mountain of Heaven, or in the immeasurable void, you will be harmless and harmless to yourself. This is the realm of the Daluo Jinxian!" Qi Teng said with a sigh. "Da Luo" means all-encompassing, and an immortal whose name can be added with "Da Luo" means that he can come and go freely and exist in any corner of the world.It is not restricted and affected by any environmental factors.

To some extent, the ability of "harmony between man and nature", which depends on the environment, is not very suitable for reincarnators who frequently change their environment and even the world.Perhaps in a world where you are fully familiar with its environment and laws, and where the world is full of vitality, you can unleash the unrivaled power to move mountains and seas, but in a world where vitality is poor or even full of harmful energy, and the rules are strange and strange, it is often difficult to unleash it. Director.certainly.Other systems such as Taoism, magic, and technology also have more or less environmental constraints.In contrast, it is based on itself and can adjust evolution at any time to adapt to the new environment. "Gene lock" is more suitable for reincarnation, and it is enough to become the mainstream system pursued by reincarnation.

However, Wang Zongchao obviously made full use of this originally unfavorable factor to promote the transformation and improvement of his own realm, and continued to march towards the extreme realm of "Da Luo", which is invincible in the world.When Wang Zongchao can come and go freely in the hell of the dark world, it is estimated that Anubis's God's Domain will not be able to restrict him.

"However, what surprised me was that a mere hell lord in the 'Fire Corpse' was able to issue such a powerful and pure attack that was so close to the origin of hell." Recalling the devastating blow of the black giant sword before, Wang Zongchao frowned If it weren't for this destructive aura being so close to the source, there would be little point in subduing this force, at least not to the point where he would not be restricted by the hell environment.

"Perhaps, this is the source of this power..."

Suddenly, Wang Zongchao made a move, and a dark red altar carved with a complicated magic circle was forcibly pulled out of the ground with countless bone residues, broke through the surface, and appeared in front of his eyes.

This altar is made of neither iron nor stone. It is in the shape of a regular pentagon, with a radius of nearly ten feet and a height of about one person. The dark and chaotic flames made this small altar look like a large melting pot.A muffled sound echoed faintly inside the altar, as if thousands of slugs were crawling.

Once this mysterious altar that was originally buried underground appeared, the black energy that had been gradually suppressed on Wang Zongchao's body seemed to sense some mysterious will, and immediately roared and stirred. It spins, and is constantly annihilated and regenerated in the chaos, and finally gradually condenses into a pitch-black sword shape.

Even the deep, gloomy and turbid current surrounding Fengdu City caused huge waves, which caused Fengdu City to shake for a while. The appearance of Fengdu City was also decayed and faded.

The resentment, fear, pain, greed and other negative emotions and turbid streams of sin karma filtered and stripped from countless souls are not like industrial waste water, which can be found in a river to vent.Qi Tengyi could only suppress it forcibly before he could communicate with the Santu River to obtain a channel of catharsis or completely refine it with the red lotus karmic fire, but now he is forcibly intensified by an ancient and mysterious will, which is not a big trouble .

The ground that had just recovered to calmness not long ago experienced continuous vibrations and roars again, and the morning sun in the sky began to appear black stains, and then these stains expanded rapidly at an unimaginable speed, swallowing up the morning sun in a short time.An oppressive and heavy black aura rises from the northeast direction overwhelmingly, and hits with an unprecedented vicious momentum.

"With such a hasty counterattack, it seems that this altar is really important." Wang Zongchao said indifferently.He is well aware that the damage and depletion of this generation's hell breath is a fact that cannot be recovered in the short term. Just like when the tide is ebbing, even if there are occasional huge waves that will flood the beach, they come and go quickly, and they can only succeed in the end. It's just a momentary prestige.And the rest of the Zhongzhou team are only a few tens of miles away from here, so it doesn't take much effort to rush to help.

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Piles of burning hellfires made a huge blood pool continuously boil, evaporating a thick blood mist full of decay and depravity, and countless twisted souls struggled between the blood pool and the flames, sighing and moaning one after another.Countless Styx banshees with a pair of colorful wings and flirtatious and revealing clothes let out wild and cruel laughs, fluttering up and down, whipping and teasing the misfortunes one after another with their sharp claws and the whip in their hands. souls, causing them to utter an eerie howl of confusion, pain, and joy.These evil and beautiful monsters not only bring eternal abuse and torture, but also have an irresistible dark charm like blossoming dark poppies.

Indulging in depression, falling in indulgence, twisting in falling, enjoying eternal torture and entanglement in twisting, all these constitute the theme of the scene in front of you.

Above the pool of flames and blood, surrounded by countless Styx banshees and fallen souls, a giant female demon with bronze skin and a seductive figure, sitting high on the hideous bone throne, let out a sharp howl full of anger!

"Corpse fire this waste, the 'Hell Furnace' must not fall into the hands of humans!"

The Styx Banshee screamed and flew away amidst the roar, like a nest of frightened birds.And those fallen souls showed distorted expressions mixed with fascination and pain.Even though it was roaring, the voice of the female demon still had a soul-stirring, soul-shocking incomparable magical power, which was both a charm and a torture!

Accompanied by the roar, the female demon's strange long fiery red hair shot up into the sky like a burning flame.Four terrifying and highly poisonous scorpion tails emerged from her back like a viper, connected to the sharp and stabbing poison sacs, and lit up with a miserable green fluorescent light!

The golden belt inlaid with more than a dozen blue crystal diamonds is tied on the female devil's slender neck and delicate collarbone, and it is also connected to the two breast nails on the two huge fat balls on her chest, which is a sight to behold. Then a dangerous and taboo secret desire emerged involuntarily from his heart.

As if venting, the female demon violently pulled one of the scorpion tails, snapped off its barb, and then tore off the golden leather chain between the two huge fat balls on her chest with her other hand. A prismatic crystal flowing with light blue luster.

Two blood-colored teleportation arrays immediately appeared in the void, and the female demon then threw the two objects in her hands to one of the teleportation arrays.

"Blood Bird, Griswold, kill all the humans who destroyed the evil crypt by any means, and take back the furnace of hell!"