The Warrior of Love

Sure enough, I heard King Yama continue to say: "Of course, unlike the sayings circulating in the world, the so-called "reincarnation" does not have so many options. The vast majority of souls will fall into hell, where the flow of time is extremely slow, and a minute or a second may be stretched to thousands of years, but there is no such thing as a sentence. The souls will be gradually bleached there and mixed with other things, and flow into the world through some incredible "hole".

However, there are some exceptions, such as individuals with divinity, or heroes who have made enough achievements during their lifetime and can even be engraved in human history. The souls of these people will not fall, but will "ascend" instead.

Breaking away from its original soul form and becoming a higher-level spiritual being, it is stored as the purest aggregation of information and energy on a realm recording tape independent of the outside world.

You call them "heroic spirits", but I call them "heavenly beings" - well, they are different from the traditional heavenly beings. "

Jiang Liu was confused. Although he understood what Yan Mo was talking about, he didn't understand why the other party suddenly mentioned this.

As if he also saw Jiang Liu's doubts, Yan Mo smiled and said meaningfully: "This world has been running like this for tens of thousands of years, but this is the first time I have encountered an accident that is different from these two."

Jiang Liu was startled, as if he had thought of something.

"The soul of this life comes from the previous life, and the soul of the previous life comes from the more distant past. It seems to be an infinite spiral, but if you must trace it to the end, you will find the starting "one", which is what the modern sorcerers often call "origin".

As the King of Yama, it is natural for me to see the origins of all people. Although I do not have the ability to see into the future, I can transcend all reincarnations with just one glance and directly see into the "beginning one".

No intelligent individual can escape my eyes, not even a naturally born baby.

For example, your sister's Servant, her origin is "purity", extremely beautiful and extremely fragile, and should be the easiest to be defiled... - But I can't see through you. "

Jiang Liu was shocked, and Yan Mo narrowed his eyes and said, "Your origin is 'unknown'! You should know that even 'unknown' is included in the vortex of origin, but your origin is not included. In other words, you come from 'the unknown outside the unknown'... It's really interesting."

"And then?" Jiang Liu frowned, "So what?"

"not so good!"

Yan Mo laughed loudly: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Savior, although I don't know where you come from, you do carry the merits of the Savior. As long as you have no ill will towards this world, I will not interfere with your affairs.

Rather, I will rely on you more for the matter of the Yamata no Orochi this time."

Oh, so it was because of the saving deeds in "Light Messenger". I didn't expect that Type-Moon's Yanma could see this...

"But I really can't beat Yamata no Orochi."

Jiang Liu said very frankly: "If it was just one of Yaqi's heads, it would be fine, but the complete version of Yaqi is obviously not something I can challenge right now."

"makes sense."

Yan Mo Tianzi pondered: "Even the savior needs to grow...ah, in this case, let me lend you a hand."

"Oh?"

Jiang Liu was delighted, thinking that there should be no problem this time, and he would indeed get epic equipment. However, the young Yama then said.

"I don't have a holy sword or anything like that, but I can give you a weapon that is far more powerful than that - time."

"Huh?" Jiang Liu blinked, looking puzzled.

Give him time? What does that mean?

"The hell in the underworld is an independent dimension similar to a realm recorder. The flow of time is not synchronized with the outside world. The deeper you go, the longer the time dimension will be. At the bottom of the 'Infernal Realm', it is almost static."

Yan Mo snapped his fingers lightly and smiled brightly.

"To thank you for your help, I will send you to hell."

"Hey, Hashidou Sack—"

Before Jiang Liu could finish his complaint, a burst of purple light swept across his field of vision, and Jiang Liu's figure disappeared instantly. Only the lonely King Yama was left in the hall.

“Aaaaah…ha—”

Stretching and yawning loudly, King Yama lay on the throne bored.

Suddenly, he smiled for no apparent reason.

"The savior... is he also the savior's brother? There are two humans whose origins I can't see clearly, and they happen to be connected... How interesting. Well, what he can get in hell depends on his own luck."

Chapter 132: Waiting for life, black rope, and unity - a journey to hell!

What is the most terrifying thing about hell?

Ordinary people would probably think of various tortures, such as oil pans and knife mountains. But as long as you have a deep understanding of mythology, you will realize that the most terrifying thing in hell is never those corporal punishments, but the weapon that can make all souls despair - time.

If someone thinks that "one day in heaven is one year on earth" is an exaggeration, then he should really see how ridiculous the speed of time flows in hell...

Even the original "Hell of Suffering" has its time dimension stretched to an extremely terrifying level.

Fifty years of human life is equivalent to one day and night of the Four Heavenly Kings’ lifespan, and five hundred years of the Four Heavenly Kings’ lifespan is equivalent to one day and night of the beings in the hell of constant suffering…

Not to mention the Avici Hell that follows, which is a terrifying number that even many fantasy novels don’t mention.

(Just looking at this number, you can tell that this thing originated from India...)

Even if Jiang Liu stayed here for hundreds of years, to the outside world it might only be less than a blink of an eye... It seemed to give him a lot of time to practice, but in fact it was equivalent to putting him to death.

It's simple: Hell is not a safe area.

On the contrary, most of those who fall here are those with deep sins. If they are heroes who have left their names in human history, they may be accepted by the Throne of Heroes with higher "authority", but those who are not included can only sink here, waiting for their souls to be bleached and reincarnated.

Therefore, a large number of resentful souls, evil spirits, monsters, and even demons that only exist in myths gather here. Some of them have been conceptualized and become things that are similar to "heroic spirits" but opposite in nature.

In this eternal prison where there is no light of day and no hope, all they can do is to fight and devour until their souls are completely destroyed.

And this is the only mercy that hell has for them: when the soul is completely destroyed, it will flow out of hell as a new soul through some kind of "hole" after mixing with other things.

Even though it is possible to split into several parts and they will definitely not be their original selves in the next life, there are still many evil spirits who choose to do so actively to escape from hell.

They didn't care about the dangers of swords and oil, but they couldn't bear the despair that lasted almost "eternally".

So, naturally, when Jiang Liu appeared in this disorderly hell, he was greeted by crazy evil spirits who had no desire to talk and were impossible to communicate with!

Their power was not that strong. After all, those at the heroic level had already been included in the Throne of Heroes. Those who sank into hell were just a part of the countless "evildoers" who failed to leave their names.

For Jiang Liu, this kind of evil spirit can be easily killed by just swinging the Undead Sword, which is not difficult at all.

——But there are too many!

They were like locusts, seemingly endless. Once one was killed, a new one would immediately take its place. There was no end in sight for the battle. Countless evil spirits entangled Jiang Liu, madly tearing at his soul.

In the "Hell of Waiting for Life", this kind of ghosts can be seen almost everywhere. As a special existence, Jiang Liu is like a torch, attracting many evil ghosts to besiege him wherever he goes, and he cannot hide himself from the evil ghosts' perception by ordinary means.

He had almost no free time and never had more than a day's (perceived) rest.

No one could endure such a high-intensity battle, but Jiang Liu had no way to avoid it.

All he could do was to keep his mind focused and continue to kill the evil spirits with the blade in his hand.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be assimilated into a demon very quickly, or his soul would be completely shattered.

But Jiang Liu is different. His will is stronger than anyone else's, and his mental strength is enough to confront gods and demons. Even his "mysterious" level is comparable to the demigods of the Age of Gods.

A mere evil ghost was not enough to tear his soul apart, but it was like a surging flood, constantly washing away his consciousness. The slain evil ghost dissipated into pure malice, causing him to struggle continuously in the turbid vortex.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Jiang Liu's consciousness became increasingly "heavy", and he almost forgot his original appearance and purpose. If it weren't for the "anti-mental pollution", he might have gone crazy.

After repeating the same thing over and over again for a long time, the action of killing the enemy has now become an instinct engraved in his soul, even more natural than breathing.

Incredibly, his body had never felt hunger or fatigue, but like a rusty machine, his movements became increasingly clumsy.

Perhaps it is because of the special environment of hell that he can directly absorb the magic power from the outside world to support his consumption.

Although it is still a physical body, it is in the state of a servant after all, and magic power can completely replace the calories generated by eating.

And when he was almost turning into a walking corpse, his journey ushered in the first turning point: he left the Hell of Waiting for Death and entered the Hell of Black Ropes.

This really cannot be said to be a good thing. After all, the danger level is naturally higher than the previous one. However, this level does not have endless evil spirits. It can even be said to be extremely empty, allowing Jiang Liu to get a rare rest time.

"call."

Even in meditation, the thinking process was extremely slow. In addition to the damage caused by the long battle, the acceleration of time flow was probably also a reason.

Jiang Liu didn't know how long he had dozed off, but when he woke up, his mind was clear, except for a trance-like feeling when looking at things, as if it was the aftermath of a big dream.

When he began to travel in the Black Rope Hell, he discovered that he had unknowingly been able to control his Conqueror's Haki freely. Now he could release a field of pressure with a range of more than a thousand meters at will, and ordinary evil spirits could be cleared up almost instantly.

This means that after passing through the Sea of ​​the Dead in the "Hell of Suffering", Jiang Liu's soul has been polished and tempered to an extremely powerful level, and just releasing his pressure is enough to defeat the army of the dead.

Now that he thought about it, when he was in the "Hell of Waiting", he had been forced into desperate situations countless times by the siege of evil spirits, and he had always relied on the extreme state of domineering bursts to buy himself a chance to breathe... After repeating this process countless times, he naturally became extremely proficient.

In the Black Rope Hell, those serving sentences did not collapse in the Waiting Hell, but instead adapted to the crazy and twisted world, existing like a collection of evil spirits.

Unlike the previous floor, the number of monsters here is not large, but the individual strengths vary greatly. Some powerful ones already have power close to that of Servants.

They have various postures, some are like wild beasts, some are like giants, and some are completely unrecognizable, just a mass of wriggling flesh and blood, but without exception, these evil spirits are all wrapped in black ropes, binding them firmly to the earth.

That is the embodiment of "karma", which is the exact opposite of "merit". The more sinful a person is, the more difficult it is for him to break free from the shackles of the black rope.

They dragged the black ropes on their bodies, constantly turning over the soil on the ground, as if it had been deeply plowed.

And they will still look for Jiang Liu, but not just to fight, but also because they are craving for Jiang Liu's living flesh.

Jiang Liu drew his sword and fought with them, either in single combat or against many, but every time he killed an enemy, his blade would cut more black ropes (karma) and be stained with a hint of ink.

It was unknown how long this process took, but when he came to his senses, the knife had turned into a pure black demonic sword.

And he also arrived at the next level of "United Hell".

A class full of temptations and desires - this is the description in mythology.

However, this was not the case. What Jiang Liu saw was a world filled with blades and needle tips. Flowers and plants were replaced by sharp metals, and bloody swords were piled up into high mountains. Countless undead souls and evil spirits were hung on the white blades, like a mountain of bones.

There are no so-called "enemies" here, only a road covered with steel thorns, and on both sides are ferocious sword mountains. There is a risk of being cut every step you take.

Jiang Liu had to wrap himself in domineering aura in order to barely walk on this road. Once he was not careful and made a mistake, his flesh would be pierced by the extremely sharp blade. The vivid pain reminded him again and again where he was.

This was his most difficult journey. At the beginning, he had to stop for a moment every ten steps to regain control of his domineering power. Gradually, the time was extended to twenty steps, thirty steps, and forty steps...

There is no cycle of sun and moon in this world. As far as physical sensation is concerned, Jiang Liu even suspects that he has lived for hundreds of years. When he can wrap his whole body with domineering aura and walk thousands of meters continuously with his almost iron-like body, he finally sees the end of this hell.

In the Hell of Howling, the resentment accumulated by the dead over countless years turned into tangible sounds, bringing Jiang Liu to the brink of collapse several times, but he even resorted to self-mutilation and finally persevered again and again.

In the Eight Cold Hells, the cold air that almost froze the entire space made it difficult for Jiang Liu to move. He could only rely on constantly practicing his breathing method to the maximum extent and burning his own physical strength without limit to hold on.

Later, the speed of absorbing magic power and converting it into vitality could not keep up with the speed of physical strength consumption, causing Jiang Liu to become thinner.

In the Scorching Hell, the Great Screaming Hell, the Great Scorching Hell... he experienced countless tests of life and death, fought countless battles with inhuman creatures, and nearly gave up and degenerated into a walking corpse countless times.

But no one knew whether it was because he was not destined to die, or because Yama was watching him in the dark, but he actually persisted and did not die halfway.

His soul and body became broken...but also became stronger than ever before!

Just like that, he came to the last checkpoint——

"Avici Hell"!

Chapter 133: Delusion of Self, Killing of Self, and No Self

As the most awe-inspiring layer of hell, Avici Hell is said to be the most terrifying place with the most tortures. However, when Jiang Liu arrived here, he was surprised to find that it was not as bloody and cruel as he had imagined.

This is a grassland shrouded in darkness. Countless stars are reflected in the cloudless sky, guarding the crescent moon. The cold light is sprinkled on the windblown grassland, creating circles of silver ripples.

In the dense grass, there were a few old swords scattered around, all covered in rust and unable to recognize their original appearance.

Beauty, tranquility, peace... The deepest part of hell would actually be like this, which surprised Jiang Liu more than the other layers combined.

After all, no matter how horrific and tormenting it is, it can be explained by saying "this is hell". Only this seemingly peaceful scene is the most incredible.

The cool night breeze blew across his face, and the cold air condensed into a drop of dew on the tip of his hair, which quietly slid down and dripped onto the bridge of his nose. The cold stimulation woke Jiang Liu from his trance, and he began to look at the surrounding scenery in disbelief.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the higher ground a little further away.

The knee-high grass was bent by the wind, a thin night mist gradually rose in the air, and on the slightly raised slope, a skinny figure appeared under the crescent moon.

His face couldn't be seen clearly; he just stood quietly under the night sky, a tattered sword in his hand.

Although he couldn't see his eyes, Jiang Liu inexplicably felt that the other person was looking at him.

There was no distracting thought in those eyes, only pure and cold murderous intent. The person himself was like a sharp demon sword, wanting nothing more than to fight and kill the enemy.

Jiang Liu's eyes darkened and he naturally drew out the long sword from his waist. After staying in the hell for so long, he had become accustomed to fighting with any moving objects.

Walking across the soft grass, the blade scraped across the night sky, emitting a sad chant that drifted away slowly along with the wind...

He was an old man with disheveled hair. His messy long gray and white hair looked lifeless like dead grass. His skinny body with ribs visible did not look intimidating at all. The clothes on his body were no longer of the original style and were just a bunch of dirty rags that hung loosely on his body.

Apart from a rusty and broken sword, he had nothing else on him, not even shoes. His bare feet stepped on the grass like a dead tree.

However, it was this old man who seemed like he could be blown down by a gust of wind that put Jiang Liu under tremendous pressure.

why?

His frail body seemed as insurmountable as a mountain.