Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 596 [597] The Hell of Knives, the Sighing Hell, Makarov's Fluttering Heart (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The Pillars of Hell contain five perilous locations and seven great opportunities.

This is something that all the wizards who have long resided at the Pillars of Hell know.

Dangerous places are closely related to opportunities. Wang Ya headed to the first dangerous place - the Jungle Knife Mountain. Along the way, he saw many wizards entering and exiting the huge skeleton's internal space. All he could see was a murky mess, with some kind of miasma and fog. Red rune lines were densely distributed in the space, forming a safe passage.

The miasma and fog are a manifestation of the corrosive power of the Pillars of Hell.

A wizard's spiritual perception allows them to directly sense deadly threats emanating from above.

Once you leave the passage and enter, you will not only get lost in the murky space inside the Pillar of Hell, unable to find the right way back, but you will also be constantly eroded by the maximum power of the sulfurous hell.

In the end, most of them either dissolve into the blue smoke between heaven and earth, or are swallowed up and become part of the power of the sulfur hell.

Wang Ya did not attempt to erode the power of sulfur hell.

The passageways are interconnected, and he is currently in the main passageway. Every so often, there are secondary passageways leading to other areas; after reaching the corresponding transfer platform, the area is further divided into different dangerous sections.

The area where Hell's Club is located is not a dangerous area, but a safe zone that has been explored and opened up.

There are three safe zones. Hell will occupy one zone, other small groups and forces will occupy another zone, and the remaining zone will be occupied by wizards who seek opportunities at the Pillars of Hell, as well as dangerous areas and some unexplored sulfurous hells shrouded in mist.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing was accompanied by screams and wails. Wang Ya looked at the huge mountain shadow that occupied the entire field of vision. The streams of energy formed by the wizards were suppressed by an invisible force when they approached the mountain and were forced to land in the mountain.

As they approached the mountain's shadow, the gleaming light of the blades reflected off the rocks, and the yellow flames of sulfur formed clouds that drifted above the mountain, causing the temperature to rise even higher.

Wang Ya felt a pressure and saw many wizards appear. Walking on the dry earth, he could vaguely see some special metallic material, like ore.

Some wizards stopped and began using tools to dig for minerals in the soil.

The surface of the earth is riddled with deep fissures and pits, with many cracks leading to unknown depths underground.

Wang Ya released his spiritual perception and discovered the products mined by some formal wizard groups not far away.

It possesses astonishing spiritual energy and extraordinary fluctuations, belonging to a type of extraordinary metal ore vein, and is extremely valuable.

It is indeed a pretty good opportunity.

The deeper one goes into the jungle and the more dangerous the terrain, the higher the quality and grade of the mineral products should be.

This is the outer area, which has been almost completely dug out. Only weak wizards who are not confident and want to try their luck remain.

Opportunity is always accompanied by crisis.

Wang Ya looked at the main body of the mountain, and a dazzling aura rushed out, seemingly trying to influence him along the line of sight.

Buzz!

The golden wizard's robes on his body formed a protective ripple, blocking all influences.

His eyes were lowered, and he no longer looked directly at the subject.

"I see. The Mountain of Knives is literally a mountain of knives. The special environment of the Pillars of Hell has created this landscape. Metallic particles have gathered here, accumulating over time to create everything we see now."

"The first Hell Wizard used the remains of that dead supernatural creature to create the five perilous places. The so-called seven opportunities must also be related to the remains."

"By passing through these five perilous places, I will gain the most authority over the Pillars of Hell, become the master of the pillars, and set, control, and distribute all opportunities."

Currently, the Pillars of Hell are unclaimed. Wizards who have not joined the corresponding pillars can freely enter and exit unclaimed pillars to obtain opportunities and chances, which is within the rules of the Crimson Academy.

The Hell Society is merely a coalition of wizards with certain authority, and it is the most powerful of the many wizard groups currently associated with the Pillars of Hell.

Fundamentally, they may not be qualified to influence the actions of other wizards at the Pillars of Hell.

The essence of all discourse power is power.

The Hell Society is the greatest force among the Pillars of Hell.

Having the authority to become the master of the pillars also gives one the greatest chance. Thus, one gains the right to dominate the Pillars of Hell, to have absolute power, and can even borrow the power of the Pillars of Hell.

A multitude of thoughts swirled in Wang Ya's mind.

He roughly understood what he needed to do.

Don't worry about anything else, and don't face any more obstacles.

Once you pass through these five perilous places, gain the most authority, and become the Lord of Hell, all dissenting voices will disappear.

Even the existence of the Hell Society is subject to his thoughts and desires.

Under the watchful eyes of some passing wizards, Wang Ya entered the jungle of knives.

Meanwhile, in the area where the Hell Society was stationed, a grand public trial was underway.

Upon hearing the news, the wizards of the academy rushed to the safe zone where the Hell Society was located to participate in this lively conference, which was also about the formulation and announcement of new rules for the Pillars of Hell.

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Chi Chi!

The blades flashed repeatedly, their forms and energy unfathomable and uncontrollable. One could only endure the excruciating pain of being cut into a thousand pieces by this jungle of knives. This was an immense test of the wizard's spirit and consciousness. The key point was that it did not cause any real physical damage; there was only the sensation of pain, without any practical application.

This was peculiar and unique. Wang Ya's eyes reflected endless blade light as he walked on the path of the mountain of knives. It was very stable, with metal steps formed by metal veins. On both sides, the chains at the railings swayed, covered with sharp barbs. Even the most arduous and tired traveler would not choose to touch them to save effort while climbing this mountain.

That will only intensify your suffering until it becomes unbearable, causing you to fall into an endless abyss.

As Wang Ya climbed the mountain, he encountered many wizards along the way, enduring the omnipresent cutting energy of swords and the invasion of golden energy, which tormented every cell and made their souls tremble.

The path to the top is steep.

A slip is a fall.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, I can't take it anymore."

"How much longer is this mountain path? Why are there no swords or blades? My whole body feels like it's being slowly sliced ​​to pieces. My powerful physique and strong soul can't counteract this feeling."

"How much further is it? How long is this journey? It feels like I've been climbing for a hundred years. Is this a road with no end? How did Makarov of the Hell Society manage to get through? He couldn't use witchcraft to resist either, but he was able to get through while I can't."

Wang Ya looked up at the vast, dim yellow light, the withered grass and trees, and the barren mountain road devoid of any greenery.

The end of the mountain peak, I don't know when I'll reach it.

Unable to perceive time.

The slackness in one's heart is all-pervasive, spreading throughout the entire body.

He walked silently without saying a word, and when he reached a suitable height, he began to climb again.

From legs, then to bending over, and then to using both hands and feet.

They passed one wizard after another.

They climbed the same path as Wang Ya, but they did not meet each other, yet their voices rang out as if they were right next to each other.

Like the words of a devil, they both tempted and dampened the will to climb.

The Sachi wizard of the Hell Society is right. There is a mysterious power in the Jungle Mountain of Knives, at a very high level, that suppresses any outside wizard from using their power.

Even the Great Wizard of Radiant Moon had never given Wang Ya such a feeling of being powerless to use his strength.

Only a power of rules that transcends ordinary levels can achieve this.

—Bloodline Rules!

Once this thought arose in Wang Ya's mind, his already firm belief and consciousness became even more unshakable, like the ancient undercurrents of the starry sky.

Whether it's the rules of bloodlines or the rules of wizards, these are the key targets he will focus on researching on his path to becoming a wizard.

To become the lord of this hell.

Neither jungle nor mountains of knives could stop his advance.

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Hell will have a presence there.

The enormous beast head gazes at the sky, every mane lifelike, its flesh and blood, its vertical pupils, as if it were about to come alive, roaring and proclaiming its might.

The skull-flame banner wrapped around the beast's head, fluttering in the wind, and the dim yellow chains binding it, released astonishing extraordinary fluctuations.

This is a special banner, possessing extraordinary power, and also an extremely concentrated source of power from the Pillars of Hell.

Below is a vast plaza, large enough to hold tens of thousands of people, and beyond that, a group of buildings with a somewhat primitive style, decorated with horns and animal bones.

Many wizards came and went, and even more flying magic particles and energy streams from wizards descended from the sky to this place.

In the center of the square, directly below the beast head, stood a building resembling an execution platform. There were quite a few captured wizards there; chains of hell bound their bodies, suppressing their wizarding power, making them appear like mortals.

"Hell Society, this isn't over. You've committed a grave offense by imprisoning a wizard of the society without authorization. Who gave you that right?"

"Judgment? Who can judge me? You are not the masters of the Pillars of Hell, and you are not qualified to do so."

"You're right, let us go right now, you're in big trouble."

The Hell Society wizards on guard were still Sachi wizards, who led a number of official Hell Society wizards to guard the area.

A mocking look appeared on his face. "You're the ones who don't understand the situation, aren't you? Do you really think you're completely without fault? You've violated the rules set and announced by Hell Club, so we have the right to sentence you."

"So many wizards have come here for this very reason."

"You should be grateful that Lord Makarov will emerge from his deep meditation to personally announce the newly established rules and the future direction of Hell. The least significant thing is the judgment of you."

Time passed slowly, and the exact time of the trial drew ever closer. The wizards who had come to join the fun had almost all arrived, with a few streaks of light flying in and out.

The Sachi wizard uses his spiritual consciousness to reach out to and invoke a certain being.

"Lord Makarov, the trial may begin. I apologize for disturbing your meditation and practice, as I do not know if you have any free time."

"Sachi, I'm here. You did a great job and didn't let me down."

A deep, cold voice came through.

A look of joy appeared in the heart of the wizard Sachi.

"Lord Makarov, it's all I should do, nothing to brag about, just be satisfied with your satisfaction. I wonder when you'll return from that hellish world."

"Please handle this for me; it will probably take another half hour."

The yellow wizard's robe looked too old, as if it had been worn for many years, covered with dirt and dust, and mixed with dried bloodstains.

Makarov cut through the sorcery used to contact the Sachi wizard, his amber eyes reflecting a dim, yellowish world.

It is further divided into countless scenes, the seven emotions and six desires, and worldly desires, rising and falling one after another.

The sound is real.

What the other senses perceive is also real.

He dared not step into it, nor succumb to the worldly desires of the scoundrels.

The trials of the fourth perilous place of the Pillars of Hell far surpassed the previous three, halting his progress and causing him to hesitate for many years without ever having the determination to go deeper.

"Fine, I'll return to Hell in my true form once. Next time, perhaps I'll be better prepared to face this mortal hell."

Makarov harbored a deep longing for the Lord of Hell, a desire he made no attempt to conceal even in his close wizard friends, displaying it quite openly.

The new Hell Wizard. Of course, he wasn't so arrogant as to let his subordinates call him that.

Remove the character for "hell" and replace it with "heart"!

The ambition of desire.

The Pillars of Hell will be his sooner or later.

Makarov traveled back through the "Hell of Lamentations," the "Hell of Blazing Fire," and the "Hell of Knives."

Sensing something, the passageway gradually came to a stop on the outskirts of the hellish mountain of knives.

The flashing blades obscured the view of the interior, and the massive mountain shadow, as before, was shrouded in the power of hell. Many wizards were digging for mineral veins near the hellish mountain of blades.

This is a very small part of the unique ecosystem of Pillars of Hell.

The wizards amidst the mountain of knives are seeking access to the Pillars of Hell.

This is also very common.

Since I first became the Wizard of Hell, countless wizards from other lands have sought to gain access to Hell and become its ruler.

No one has ever succeeded.

He was confident enough to surpass everyone and become the second Lord of Hell.

Makarov frowned. "Strange, why do I have this feeling? It's like something in a hellish place is touching me."

"It disappeared in an instant, or was it just my imagination?"

He didn't think much of it; perhaps it was some outstanding wizard who had gained the approval of the Hell Mountain and was about to possess some authority over the Pillars of Hell.

That's just a hell of knives.

Compared to the total number of wizards in the entire Pillar of Hell, there are probably not many wizards who possess this level of authority.

But he didn't take them seriously.

Three perilous hellish places.

He was an unprecedented trial participant in the history of the Pillars of Hell.

"An unknown but outstanding wizard with considerable potential. We could recruit him into the Hell Society and see how he fares."

Makarov didn't linger, withdrew his gaze, and vanished in a dim yellow light.

Meanwhile, Wang Ya, in the hell of knives