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hell.

Bauhinia Continent.

In the blink of an eye.

Half a month has passed.

The purple moon overhead hung and set, set and hung again.

The teleportation array lights up periodically.

Sometimes it's empty, and sometimes a few disheveled figures fall out.

The vast majority are sacred realms.

At these times, the group of soldiers in black armor would let out a grating, boisterous laugh.

This is hell.

Hell for the weak, playground for the strong.

Raven lowered his eyelids and glanced at the soldiers from time to time.

Even the most insignificant soldier exudes divine power fluctuations at the level of a mid-level god.

well.

This is hell.

at last.

When that eerie purple moon rose for the fifteenth time.

The teleportation array lit up with white light again.

This time, a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe came out.

His eyes were sinister; he was also a mid-level god.

"The twentieth one."

He looked at the black stone tablet in his hand.

Baruch grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Alright."

"Stop lying there like corpses, get up, all of you!"

Baruch swung his whip sharply, creating a loud popping sound as the air was pulled out.

The group of sanctuary beings who had been huddled in the corner, trembling, stood up in a panic, like startled rabbits.

The high-ranking god captain, who had been sitting on the boulder, also moved.

He stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his armor.

Then.

His gaze swept over the group of newcomers.

"I am Alger, the captain here."

Alger's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"I know."

"In your original world, you were all important figures, wielding great power and influence, and above thousands of others."

Alger scoffed, his gaze as if he were looking at a group of pigs that hadn't been weaned yet.

"But this is hell."

"In hell, you are the lowest of the low, like reptiles."

"If you want to live, put away your ridiculous dignity and arrogance."

Done.

Alger flipped his wrist.

A beam of black light flew out from his palm, growing larger in the wind.

In the blink of an eye.

The black light then transformed into a gigantic metallic creature over fifty meters long.

It was a centipede-shaped creature that was entirely black.

The carapace gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.

The densely packed feet on both sides of the body were still moving rhythmically.

Its two whiskers on its head scan the surroundings like radar.

Metal life.

Raven's heart skipped a beat.

Although I've read about it in the original work.

But seeing this thing in person was still quite a shock.

This thing appears to be alive, but it is actually a product of alchemy. It can change its form at will according to its owner's wishes and has extremely strong defensive capabilities.

"Go up, everyone."

Baruch urged impatiently.

A slit opened in the centipede's abdomen, revealing the space inside.

Raven mingled in the crowd and walked in with his head down.

The interior was surprisingly spacious, and there were even several rows of seats made of some unknown material.

Through the transparent "windows" on both sides, you can see the scenery outside.

Those Saints had never seen anything like this before. They were all timid and hesitant, not daring to sit down and instead huddled in a corner.

Raven casually found a seat by the window and sat down.

The gray-robed mid-level god also chose a spot not far from him.

Clearly, he preferred to be with people of the same level rather than those weak and frail Saints.

"Buzz—"

A slight tremor.

The metal centipede soared into the air, transforming into a black streak of light that instantly pierced through the purple clouds.

Extremely fast.

The scenery outside rushed past, blurring into a series of afterimages.

This speed is dozens of times faster than Raven's full-speed flight.

This is the tool used by the higher gods to travel.

"Listen up, those who don't want to die."

Alger walked in at some point.

He sat in the front seat with an air of superiority.

"It's a bit far."

"I'm just idling around anyway."

"I'll teach you the rules."

"So that you won't even know how you died when the time comes."

Upon hearing this...

Those who were still trembling immediately perked up their ears.

Even the sinister gray-robed man sat up straight.

In this strange and dangerous world, intelligence is life itself.

Raven leaned back in his chair, seemingly looking at the scenery outside the window, but in reality, he was highly focused.

"Hell is very big."

"It is billions of times larger than your so-called material planes."

"And the entire hell is divided into five continents and two seas."

"The continents of Muya, Bifu, Xuefeng, and Kalusha, and now, the continent of Zijing."

"As for the sea area?"

"It is the Starry Mist Sea in the center, and the Chaotic Sea surrounding the five continents."

Raven knew all of this.

But he still showed a degree of surprise.

Acting skills have to be consistently excellent.

"Every continent is infinitely large."

"The place we're going to now is called the Black Stone Tribe."

"It belongs to the Zijing Continent, a small place under the jurisdiction of Qingshan Prefecture."

Alger glanced at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.

He seemed to enjoy this naive reaction.

"The 'fu' is a first-level administrative unit of Hell."

"There are a total of eighteen prefectures on the Zijing Continent."

"The area of ​​each prefecture is roughly a billion li in circumference."

"hiss--"

Instantly.

A collective gasp filled the air.

A radius of one billion li?

When will it arrive?

Raven silently did some calculations in his mind.

At the speed of the Holy Realm, it would probably take tens of thousands of years to traverse a prefecture.

Even at his current speed as a mid-level god, it would still take him several hundred years to fly.

This is assuming we don't get lost or get ambushed along the way.

"Those who can serve as the head of a prefecture are all great figures standing at the pinnacle of hell."

A flicker of fanaticism and awe flashed in Alger's eyes.

"Asura".

"That title is only for super strong individuals who have fused more than five profound mysteries."

"They can cause the sky to fall and the earth to split open with a single blow."

Speaking of it.

Alger paused, his gaze turning cold.

"but."

"Those big shots are too far removed from you."

"What you need to worry about now is how to survive tomorrow."

"In hell, there are only two relatively safe places."

"One is a tribe, the other is a city."

"Each prefecture contains a large number of cities."

"Private fights are prohibited in the city, and there are military patrols, so it's an absolutely safe zone."

Hearing the words "absolutely safe"...

The eyes of those from the Holy Realm immediately lit up.

It's like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

Stop dreaming.

Baruch sneered from the side, ruthlessly shattering their illusions.

"You have to pay an entrance fee to enter the city."

"One head, five hundred inkstones."

"Moreover, once you enter the city, you have to pay a daily stay fee, and it will be even more expensive if you stay in a hotel."

"With the rags in your pockets, you can't even afford the air at the city gate."

The faces of the Holy Ones turned deathly pale instantly.

Raven touched his nose.

money.

No matter where you are, you can't get anywhere without money.

Aside from some magic cores and gold coins, he did not have the so-called inkstone.

"so."

"You can only go to the tribe."

Alger picked up the conversation.

"Tales are not as safe as cities, and fighting is not prohibited; whoever has the bigger fist is right."

"But at least we don't have to pay."

"If you're lucky, you might join a powerful tribe and serve them, which might allow you to live a little longer."

"certainly."

"If we're unlucky, our village might be attacked by bandits, or it might be swallowed up by another tribe..."

Alger shrugged and made a throat-slitting gesture.

The atmosphere in the carriage instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Having just arrived in Hell, I was faced with this life-or-death choice.

Either you don't have enough money to go into the city, or you're forced to survive in the wild and get eaten by monsters or bandits.

You either go to a tribe to be cannon fodder, ready to be killed at any time.

This is utterly hopeless.