There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

"Oh! I see~"

"Let's go."

Everyone left the medical tent one by one. Before leaving, Domi said to Aurora seriously:

"Protect the emperor, we must protect the emperor!"

Aurora: “???”

Chapter 290 Domi's Private Underworld

Chapter 290-289- Domi's Private Underworld

That night after the battle with the two men from the Reformed Church, Domi lay in bed as usual, enduring the curse of the Lord of the Underworld day after day.

That thing attacks every three days and has been tormenting Domi for four years.

But even after being tortured so many times, he still couldn't get used to this heart-wrenching feeling of death. It was like it followed Domi's tolerance threshold. Every time Domi got used to it a little, it would produce a more intense feeling of death.

"Damn the Lord of the Underworld...I will kill you sooner or later!"

After three days of torture, Domi's body was soaked in cold sweat.

He got out of bed carefully like an old man, took out a bottle of his favorite high-concentration liquor from the Dark Moon Tide Ring, chilled it on the spot with the ice attribute, and then poured it down his throat in gulps.

At this time, only this degree of burning sensation can barely cover up the pain that pierces the heart.

After finishing the whole bottle without realizing it, he destroyed it casually, wanting to be a good young man who cares about the environment.

He opened the door and stepped onto the balcony.

The night cast a mysterious veil over the entire town and garrison. Torches lit up little sparks, illuminating the streets and aisles between the marching tents with a warm light.

At eight o'clock, there were still soldiers walking outside from time to time, and the entire Kingdom Sword garrison was peaceful.

Submit to work during the day and surrender to the soul at night.

This is the concept that Afu has been promoting since she became the group leader.

The Kingdom Sword mercenaries were trained with great intensity, almost on par with the Empire's most elite soldiers.

That is why it is even more necessary to enjoy life at night and give your tired soul a rest.

Afu believed that this was the only way to achieve maximum work efficiency, and it was proved that her approach was extremely correct. The soldiers would not complain even if the training was hard during the day.

Domi leaned against the fence and looked down at the prosperous scene. He was obviously in no mood to appreciate it. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He had to endure this fucking deadly feeling in such humiliation for four years!

Four years! Who knows how he survived these four years?

No, if I continue like this, I will get suffocated sooner or later. I need to vent appropriately.

Find a Campbell to torture~

So he opened the door to the underworld and entered a world that belonged only to him...

The Twelve Fates' Lingfeng stepping on the Hades' Bell allows him to use a huge amount of villain value to build various functional buildings in the Hades, so the Hades now has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the beginning.

Starting from the Palace of the Lord of the Underworld, which serves as the control center.

This palace is highly modeled after the original underworld. The pitch-black fortress is embedded in the upper and lower stone walls. Rows of pointed-arch Gothic-style windows are neatly arranged. Huge stone pillars guard the entire fortress. The battlements on the city wall give off a solemn feeling, as if it is an immortal barrier that has gone through countless wars, big and small, since the beginning of the world.

He wanted to design a palace of his own, but it didn't feel right no matter how he tried, so he ended up just copying it.

All I can say is...with the formula, you can solve the questions quickly!

Leaving the palace is a barren land paved with obsidian.

His 200 million undead knights are on standby here, led by three warriors from the Night Villa who have grown into small bosses. The three of them will be stationed here permanently in the future.

After using the fate transformation, he now has his own consciousness. When he sees Duomi, the Lord of the Underworld, coming, he will take the initiative to greet him, making Duomi feel like a king inspecting the world...

After passing through the obsidian land, you will arrive at the lava pool.

It was a huge basin filled entirely with red-hot magma. The 'Eighteen-story Purgatory Tower' that Domi had spent a huge amount of money to build was located right in the center of the magma pool.

This is also the place where Prince Black of Gu Long likes to stay the most.

The magma pool in the forbidden area of ​​living things is its bathtub, and the eighteen-story Purgatory Tower that is like a demon-suppressing tower has become its pillow for sleeping on the top of the tower all day long.

As if sensing Domi's presence, the Black Prince slowly opened his rock-hard eyelids, revealing a pair of deep blue vertical pupils that were full of oppression.

The huge head looked down, and when it saw Domi, the terrifying beast immediately turned into a docile puppy, spread its wings longer than an airliner, landed in front of Domi, and lowered its proud head to allow Domi to stroke it.

After touching it for a while, Duomi patted its hard top of the head:

"Go and have fun by yourself. I have things to do."

“Hurulu~~”

As it flapped its huge wings and rolled up a violent hurricane to leave, the gate of the towering tower behind it also appeared in front of Domi.

Two behemoth souls of war beasts captured from the demon battlefield used their giant horns to push open the giant doors weighing tens of thousands of tons to both sides for Domi.

Rumble, rumble——

The moment the huge door opened, the cries of countless sinners' souls in the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, the Hell of Tongue-Pulling, reached Domi's ears.

For some reason, when he heard these extremely creepy screams, he not only did not feel disgusted, but also felt that they were as beautiful as heavenly music.

The second level is the Scissors Hell; the third level is the Iron Tree Hell; the fourth level is the Mirror of Sin; the fifth level is the Steamer Hell; the seventh level is the Mountain of Knives Hell; the eighth level is the Iceberg Hell; the ninth level is the Oil Pan Hell; the tenth level is the Ox Pit Hell; the eleventh level is the Stone Pressure Hell; the twelfth level is the Mortar and Pound Hell; the thirteenth level is the Pool of Blood Hell; the fourteenth level is the Wrongful Death Hell; the fifteenth level is the Crucifixion Hell; the sixteenth level is the Volcano Hell; the seventeenth level is the Stone Mill Hell; the eighteenth level is the Knife and Saw Hell.

The structure of the Eighteen-story Purgatory Tower is consistent with the hell mythology of the previous life. Domi believes that this design will make him feel like he is back home. Anyway, he misses it very much. He just doesn't know what kind of hell structure is used in the underworld of this world.

He used his power with a snap of his fingers and teleported himself directly to the sixth level - the Copper Pillar Hell.

Anyone who sets fire intentionally or to destroy evidence or for revenge, or to kill someone, will be thrown into the Copper Pillar Hell after death.

It is obvious that given what Campbell did, the above crime is obviously too light, but there are not too many rules here. Campbell has to receive whatever punishment Domi wants him to receive, depending entirely on Domi's mood.

So Domi fairly allowed him to enjoy the services on every floor, starting from the first floor, and now he has reached the sixth floor.

At this time, Campbell was stripped of all his clothes by the ghost officials, and was naked holding a copper cylinder with a diameter of one meter and a height of two meters.

The never-extinguished fire of purgatory burns inside the cylinder, transferring a high temperature that is no less than that of magma to the surface of the copper column.

The high temperature that can turn the beef into charcoal in 0.01 seconds is burning the Campbell that replaces the beef.

He screamed miserably. The skin and flesh on the front of him had been roasted into black charcoal, and the flesh on his back was almost cooked through.

Domi moved to his side in an instant and admired his distorted face from a close distance.

While appreciating it, he said with a smile: "Camber, the treatment here is good, isn't it?"

But to Campbell, this smile was no different from that of a devil!

No! Even the devil is not as perverted and cruel as him!

"devil!!"

He cried out with a trembling voice, his inner defenses shattered like shards of glass.

Chapter 291 Hell Interrogation

Chapter 291-290- Hell Interrogation

"Devil, um... I don't really like this title. After all, I am a law-abiding and civilized person. I'll give you another chance to change your words." Domi said slowly.

But Campbell was either insane or tortured, and he kept shouting "Devil! Devil! Die!"

While screaming, he was playing a "sizzling" barbecue concerto with the copper pillar.

He looked so miserable and disgusting. No longer looked like the arrogant man who held a halberd and obeyed my orders like a thunderbolt.

"It seems that you didn't listen to what I, the Lord of the Underworld, said." Domi said with great sorrow, and decided to teach him a little lesson so that he would remember it.

With just a snap of fingers, the scene before their eyes changed, and the two of them arrived at the seventh level - the Hell of Knife Mountain.

At a glance, countless mountains made of pure blades stretched before one's eyes. Naked criminals climbed the steep slopes of the knife mountain with their bare hands. Only with their palms and soles pierced and bleeding could they continue to climb up.

If they fail to control their hands and fall, they will be pierced through by the ground below which is also made of blades, causing their hearts to race.

The density of the blades ensures that they cannot find any intact body tissue.

But don't worry, the underworld with perfect services will reshape their souls so that sinners can continue to work hard to climb to the top and achieve a perfect life.

At this time, two ghost officials wearing Prajna evil ghost masks and wearing long black robes came over. One of them held up the dull-eyed Campbell, and without saying a word, threw him into the mountain of knives. For the first time, he was stabbed like a hedgehog.

But it won't be the last time.

After his soul was reshaped, he ran towards the top of the Mountain of Knives like a madman, because only in that way would he have a chance to leave this equally torturous purgatory!

As he was struggling to climb with tears and saliva flowing, Domi leisurely floated beside him and asked the question again:

"What should I call you now? My miserable sinner, Campbell. If you can answer all the questions I ask, I don't mind giving you a chance to redeem yourself and escape from this purgatory."

The heart-piercing pain was like a bucket of ice water poured on his head, making his long-numbed mind, which only knew how to endure the pain, suddenly clear for a few seconds.

His once proud self-esteem was trampled under his dirty shoes. He turned to face Duomi and said with a flattering expression, almost pleadingly:

"Great Lord of the Underworld, please forgive me, a sinner who deserves death..."

Domi smiled with satisfaction. To deal with such powerful people when they were alive, sometimes one cannot simply use punishment to torture their body or soul, but instead one has to crush their will, spirit and self-esteem.

The fingers snapped again, the scene before their eyes changed, and they arrived at the palace of the Lord of the Underworld in the next second.

Domi sat on the throne that belonged only to him, like a king who despised all living beings, looking down coldly at the sinner kneeling at the bottom of the steps.

The red light reflected by the magma shone into the palace through the arched windows, as if a blood-red curtain was drawn behind the throne.

"Now, I ask, you answer, understand?"

Campbell nodded numbly. He was too lazy to even think. The sense of belonging to the Reformed Church was not enough to make him not afraid of hell. He was extremely afraid!

"Your position in the Reformed Church."

"Preparatory bishop, ranking below the bishop."

It turns out that Campbell is not yet an official member.

As far as he knew, only bishops were official members of the Reformed Church, and others were at most non-staff members of the Reformed Church. However, Campbell was already very close to the inside of this organization.

"The purpose of your and the Eighth Bishop's coming here."

This question was originally an absolute secret, but Campbell now spilled the beans:

"We originally planned to go to the Holy Ifamur Theocracy to steal the 'Cone of Light', and then wait for the Fourth Bishop in a hotel in the Theocracy. The address of the hotel is..."

"What is the Cone of Light?"

"A special item between entity and magic. Its only function is to break the barrier of the Night Manor in the Funeral Plains and deal with people who use the Law of Night."

"What are you and the Fourth Bishop going to do at Night Manor?"

Domi frowned, feeling that the Reformation Society was doing something big without anyone noticing.

"Kill Nyx, the owner of the Night Villa and the spokesperson of the Night Law, and seize the Night Seal that belongs to the true godhead from her..."

It is indeed related to the mark of God!

"What is your purpose in collecting the marks of God?"

Campbell shook his head: "Only a bishop can know this. I have no right to know it."

It doesn't look like he has the energy to lie.

With this, almost all the questions he wanted to ask were answered, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

Then Campbell called him:

"Great Lord of the Underworld, can you grant me true death? I have told you everything I know!"

Domi's mind was so busy digesting the information he had just received that he almost forgot about this guy.

"Oh~ I almost forgot, come, take him back."

Two ghost officials immediately came in from outside the palace, lifted Campbell's arms and dragged him up.

"Where are you taking me?! Didn't you say you wouldn't torture me anymore?!"

Duomi shrugged: "My condition is that you just need to answer all my questions, but you didn't answer all of them."

Campbell's expression froze, then became extremely ferocious, and he roared:

"Dominic Blofeld, I curse you! I curse you to die a miserable death! You beast! Devil!!"