Chapter 1018 Message

"I didn't expect that I would be able to stand in front of the "Wall of Sighs" for the third time..."

Wei Xi's sigh was as ethereal as if it came from the distant past. Unfortunately, her face was full of pride, "I never thought I could come back." It destroyed this sense of historical significance.

The magicians followed the torrent of dead souls to the gate of hell and paid homage to this eternal curtain that separated life and death. The closer they got, the more unpredictable the Gate of Hell became in their eyes. Sometimes it was a simple and thick stone wall, sometimes it was a palace wall with ornate carvings, sometimes it was cave paintings by primitive people, and sometimes it was a modern steel fortress. It is as heavy as a crushing burden, but as gentle as a mother's embrace.

Giant skeletal dragons wrapped around chains were flying inside, causing waves of dark green ripples. The curtain then lifted up and could cover tens of millions of hectares. Ash and the others were caressed by the curtain and did not feel any discomfort. Instead, they were as cool as if they were enjoying the cool air on a summer night.

"Corpse Dragon."

Vichy took the initiative to answer questions: "They are dragon species that live in the gate of hell. They are involved in the law of death and are known as the gatekeepers of hell. When the dead souls pass through the gate of hell, their fear of death will disappear. It is the source of the corpse dragon's "death trembling"; their attachment to life will turn into the needlework of the corpse dragon's "mausoleum gauze". "

"The entire hell is an eternal factory that refines dead souls into resources, and the virtual realm is the biggest beneficiary." Vichy curled his lips: "Everyone does this, and we must do the same if we live in hell in the future. "

"I know, I know." Ya Xiu could naturally hear that Vichy was complaining to him. Although he didn't feel that Vichy was still feeling aggrieved, he still said: "I'm not that pedantic yet. If so, I can accept the necessary consumption, but the impression you have given me has always been too... I'm sorry, Vichy."

Wei Xi glanced at him in surprise and snorted: "If the apology is useful, half the number of people who will die in my hands will be reduced."

Although he said this, Vichy's mood seemed to have improved a lot, and even his tone became excited: "Look, that was my last message!"

Everyone raised their heads and saw countless lines of text engraved on the floating curtain. According to the direction Vichy pointed, they saw a line of text glowing with blue light:

"You just didn't get it, don't act like you lost it."

"The last time I was promoted to demigod, I was almost able to summon the gods, but I just couldn't hold on." Wei Xi said: "At that time, I was angry for a long time, thinking about what I could do better at the Gate of Hell. Where can I improve? I thought that I was only a little bit away from the gods... It was not until I saw the message from Master Fanxing that I suddenly realized that I gave up indulging in the fantasy of perfection and left this sentence to remind myself. "

"Master of the Stars?"

"She is the highest among the stars now," Vichy said, "so her message is also the brightest."

Ash looked at the brightest star-blue message at the top, and it turned out to be what the stars had said to him on the speeding train:

"Perfection always only exists in fantasy. Magicians who pursue perfection are like crying children. They know clearly that something is impossible, but they still have to bet their hope on tears."

"Is this a message board for demigods?" Visser said thoughtfully.

Vichy nodded: "Everyone needs to pass through the gate of hell to enter hell, even demigods are no exception. But the biggest difference between us and mortals is that we have conquered death - don't argue with me about unnatural death - so We are qualified to leave a message on the gates of hell.”

"If it is still shining, it means that the person who left the message is still alive, no matter in what form. If it has darkened, it means that the soul is completely gone, and even the possibility of resurrection does not exist."

Everyone but Vichy devoured the Wall of Sighs. Wei Xi understood their mood very well. The first time she stood in front of this wall, she spent several days reading, trying to figure out the mood of the person who left the message, and fantasizing about meeting the person who left the message... because magicians were too lonely.

Even if they meet occasionally, in the journey from the Sea of ​​Knowledge to the Ruby Mountain, most magicians trek alone, challenge difficulties alone, face crises alone, and bear hell alone.

It wasn't until they passed the trial of hell and came to this wall that they could clearly realize that there were so many magicians walking on the same journey as them throughout the ages, so many geniuses had reached the realm of God, and so many Fellows are waiting for them.

Even though they knew that what was waiting for them behind the gate of hell were all competitors in a zero-sum game, and that every encounter was a battle of blades and cunning, it did not affect their feelings at this moment.

Magicians are such contradictory creatures. They are full of respect for the pioneers who walk in front, and their goal is to crush the skulls of the pioneers and go further.

Most of the messages are encouraging:

"we are the champion!"

"Mom, I did it, I stand on top of the magicians!"

"Don't give up your kindness. Kindness is not strength, but kindness requires strength."

"The Berdette family will be proud of me from now on."

"May each other reach the end of the road, still smiling and always having sunshine in our ears."

"Instead of lamenting that the road is difficult, it is better to set off immediately."

There are also a lot of inspirations:

"Even a goblin can become a demigod!"

"Even an orc can still become a demigod!"

"Even a Veela can still become a demigod!"

"Even a lesbian can still become a demigod!"

"I must find the guy who wrote the above sentence. I haven't eaten demigod lala fat yet."

There are also regrets that the demigod cannot let go of:

"Refield, you can only accompany me so far."

"Brother, I will definitely find you in hell!"

"Why do you have to be separated when you become a demigod..."

"After a hundred years, I finally climbed up to find you."

"Pochi, the days we don't see each other will be counted as years."

Of course, the pride of magic is also indispensable:

"The future is the age of alchemy!"

"The heart cuts the body, the sword cuts the soul."

"Burn everything! I am the embodiment of flames!"

"I saw the future, and you weren't in it."

And violence:

"I will definitely fight back, I will definitely! When I fight out of hell, skeletons will be piled into mountains, bones will be lined up in dense forests, hair will be carpeted, flesh will be rotted into mud, and wherever I go, there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood! "

Ash asked: "Vichy, do you know the author of this sentence?"

In fact, he didn't hold out much hope. After all, the message had been grayed out, which meant that the person who left the message had long since died.

However, Vichy glanced at it and actually answered: "It must be Blood Bird. Judging from the sentence structure, he should have written it."

"Do you really know him?"

"After working together for a while, he is quite easy to use. Although he seems tolerant, he is cruel on the outside and ruthless on the inside. It is quite convenient to use him to do dirty work."

"How did he die?"

"Once he was seriously injured in an ambush and came to me for help, so I turned him into an innocent soul." Wei Xi yawned: "He didn't even think about why he got hit so soon after he cheated on my share. Ambush. He is actually quite suitable for the environment of hell, but it is a pity that only the worst devils can survive to the end."

"If you get hurt in the future, don't look for someone you trust. You should hide and lick your wounds like a lost dog. Only when you have the power to fight back will you be qualified to trust others."

Ash was a little speechless. He originally wanted to use this message to educate Vichy, but unexpectedly, he was educated by Vichy instead.

When Ash continued to read the message, Weisel glanced at Wei Xi and said, "Did you make it up?" Although it was a question, his tone was very sure.

"It must be true." Wei Xiyouyou said, "As long as the meaning is conveyed."

At this moment, Di Ya suddenly said: "Ba... Ashiu, look here!"

Everyone came over, and Sonia asked innocently: "Witch, you almost called me the wrong one."

"Well, I shouted out subconsciously." Diya was a little embarrassed.

"But I remember that from the time Ash came back until he was promoted, you never called him by the wrong name." Sonia looked at the witch: "Why did you suddenly call him by the wrong name?"

"Even in the hell trial, you subconsciously called his name." Wei Xi added: "You didn't call him wrong even then."

Diya can still remain calm on the surface, but her calves are already shaking and even her hair color has become dirty. She stretched out her hand to hold Sonia and opened her innocent eyes wide: "I just shouted wrong...I'm sorry."

The witch's eyes were full of pitiful pleading, and Sonia bit her lower lip. After all, they were friends who had experienced many things together, so she let her go as soon as her heart softened. But from the witch's nervous look and pretending to be well-behaved, they could all guess that there must be something fishy going on, but no matter how they guessed, they still underestimated the witch's pattern.

"Ash, what are you looking at?" Weisel asked curiously.

Ash squatted in front of the curtain of death and was so absorbed in looking at it that he didn't even pay attention to what they were talking about. Sonia and the others came closer and saw two gleaming words engraved on the curtain:

"Give them what they want and give them what they need."

"Although this body is cold and flowing with fire, it still looks forward to the time when it will burn out."

PS: "The poor monk returns to secular life"