Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 442

 Chapter 442 Lanci is almost more noble than Thalia

 Helrom Prison is six levels below the ground level.

 In the fantasy world, the black-haired girl stood alone in a hazy place of light and shadow.

Those green pupils are like two bottomless lakes, quietly reflecting the changing scene around them.

The girl with black hair and green eyes who was inspecting the cell door just now suddenly felt that the boundaries of the prison corridor began to twist, the space began to ripple like water, and then there was a rain of knives falling from the sky.

 The blade and the sword glowed with silvery white luster, and instantly penetrated the girl's body, dyeing the metal luster with a layer of blood red.

However, the girl walked step by step on these blades like an immortal body, continuing to concentrate on the maintenance work.

On the black-haired, green-eyed girl's skin, every wound has deep bones, and blood slowly flows along the blade.

 Not long after, the blood evaporated the moment it came into contact with the air, as if it had never existed.

  The illusion was lifted, but it did not leave any substantial harm to the black-haired, green-eyed poet.

However, before reaching the metal door of another cell, the flames began to twist and jump on the ground like living things, from deep red to golden, covering the ground endlessly.

The poet of great love continued to step into the sea of ​​fire. The flames burned her snow-white skin until the flesh was blurred and blackened, making a crackling sound. She still walked forward calmly, as if she felt no pain.

 “Fortunately, it was me who came here, but I would have suffered a lot if I allowed Huberly to enter the [Hanging Road to Death].”

The figure with black hair and green eyes moved the corners of his mouth slightly and muttered to himself.

 He knew that these illusions were all false, so as a materialist with a firm heart, he never felt any fear in his heart.

As for the pain, because he was controlling the clone, the main perception was left on the main body. Although the pain in the illusion was very painful, it was not painful enough to make him faint.

While Lan Qi was thinking about it, the sea of ​​fire suddenly cooled down and turned into a vast expanse of ice and snow.

 The edges of the prison fluctuate again, forming a deeper world.

The poet of great love was pulled into a new fantasyland by an irresistible invisible force, surrounded by boundless darkness and piercing screams.

Heavy snow falls from the sky, and each snowflake has a unique shape, crystal clear, and glowing with black light, making the world in front of the poet dim. These corrosive and poisonous snows, whenever they come into contact with his body, In an instant, smoke will evaporate.

However, the poet's indifferent eyelashes were condensed with tiny ice crystals, and his steady breathing turned into white mist in the cold.

 Bear the pain and keep your body balanced as you move forward.

 Along the way, I don't know how many illusions appeared and how many disintegrations I witnessed, but the figure of the great poet never changed his pace and conscientiously completed the maintenance duties of the prison.

As time went by, it seemed that the illusion had become tired, but it still failed to move the figure walking slowly in the corridor. The magic power of the [Hanging Road to Rebirth] barrier stopped and no longer fluctuated.

 Silence continues in this corridor.

Until a few breaths later, the howling of the cold wind gradually began, as if the death of winter was crossing the empty corridor.

This time it was not an illusion, because the interior of the negative six floor was originally an extremely cold prison filled with frost and snow.

In the surrounding air, snow mist and transparent magic power converged to form a biting cold air, coming for the figure with black hair and green eyes, shrouding it in the field.

In the deepest center of Helrom Prison, the indestructible ninth-level ancient barrier began to appear ripples, touching the supreme magic spell, causing subtle ripples, and filling the air with a layer of psychedelic mist.

In mid-air, a powerful and heavy magic power condensed, not only with the fluctuations of the "Hanging Road to Rebirth", but also deeper and full of power that makes living beings fearful, as if a great demon from the ancient era traveled through time and space. Under the cover of his giant palm.

A translucent halo formed around the black-haired and green-eyed poet, and the magic power gathered and intertwined in the air. At the same time, the lingering icy air suddenly rushed towards the poet's eyebrows.

The magic power continued to increase, making Antanas and Sinora, who were both on the other side of the negative six floor, feel an indescribable sense of oppression. In the teleportation hall.

 “King, did she succeed?”

 Sinola looked at the frost-covered dome on the minus six floor and asked in surprise.

Even she is not sure what the conditions are for obtaining the mark of the great demon in [The Hanging Road to Rebirth].

"She must have succeeded. None of these tests of her character are difficult for her."

Antanas nodded. She was now convinced that the new king had caused similar fluctuations on the negative fifth floor just now.

Although Antanas still doesn't know how the king defeated his own phantom unscathed in such a short time.

Now I just feel that the king is getting more and more unfathomable.

Thalia is really lucky to have such a capable new king.

 At the depths of the negative six floors, Antanas and Sinora were curious about the situation on the king's side, but they did not dare to explore, so they only waited in accordance with his orders.

Once the permissions on the negative six floors are opened, they will immediately identify the cell of Pranay of Truth, rush over to open it, and wait for the king to come.

 The depths of the permanently frozen prison on the sixth floor of minus six.

Poets of great love are all imprisoned by some invisible force, and the surrounding space forms an isolated realm.

 After a few breaths, the light, shadow and magic quickly shattered, condensing into a translucent mark between the eyebrows of the great love poet—

  【hanging mark】

  【Category: Soul Imprint】

 【Level: Orange Epic】

  【Class: 1】

  【Passive effect: Gain a small increase in mental attributes. 】

  【Note: Approval of Tiberius the Hanging. 】

 “...Is your spirit stronger again?”

Lan Qi felt the fifth mark. This was the first time he encountered a mark that simply added basic attributes, the simplest and most crude passive.

The Hanging Tiberius was probably an ancient demon whose mental power reached its limit during his lifetime, and thus turned into this great demon trial barrier after his death.

 At present, it seems that the test of character must give a defensive mark, the test of force must give an offensive mark, and the mark awarded by the big demon will be based on its own characteristics.

However, these three conservatives from the demon world a hundred years ago in the prison are unlikely to have offensive marks, so when he asked Synora, the law-breaker, for a mark earlier, she would be worried that her mark was poor and she would become timid. Cowardly, little did he know that Lan Qi didn't pick marks at all.

“If I get another mark, will the characteristics of the demons change slightly?”

Lanqi remembered that according to Hyperion, when the mark of the great demon reaches six, it will further become a great demon.

Then even as a demon, he is nobler than Thalia.

What's more, Talia is the former bankrupt lady, and he is a modern emerging entrepreneur with a completely different concept.

 (End of this chapter)

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