Chapter 201 The Truth About Reincarnation (5)

The feeling of the world spinning was very violent, as if something was stirring rapidly in his mind, which made Archangel Traford confused and unable to think normally at all.

He even forgot what he was doing before and why he was in this situation.

It wasn't until a rotten smell came faintly that his broken thoughts gradually came together. He vaguely remembered that he was watching hell before, but he felt a suction force inexplicably.

Then, there was a long period of fainting.

Until now...

"what happened?"

The stench so close to me was nauseating, and there was constant swelling and pain all over my body.

After waking up from his dizzy trance, Trafford was in disbelief.

Because whether he is watching in hell or pretending to be an emperor in the human world, he exists as a conscious body.

Normally, there would be no sense of smell or touch in this way of existence, let alone physical pain.

But now, not only did he feel this, he also discovered that the power he originally had seemed to be... missing?

Realizing a certain possibility, Trafford suddenly shuddered and quickly opened his eyes.

Then he discovered that as an archangel, he actually had a human body!

Still a body in extremely poor condition!

The joints are stiff and aging, and the lower body has no feeling. When both eyes are opened, only one eye has a normal field of vision, and the other cannot feel any light or environment at all.

Scanning the surroundings, he found that the current environment was also very harsh.

Surrounded by damp and steamy black rock walls, the space is cramped, as if you are in the basement of an old castle.

The light was dim, the lower body was covered with messy straw, and the body was covered with a dirty blanket. The swelling and pain came from various parts of the body, and the rotten stench that he smelled before came from the numb lower limbs.

He lifted the blanket and looked at it. On his legs without pants, there were several purple wounds, which were faintly exposed, as if they had been eaten by mice, and they were already oozing pus and rotting.

"Where am I?"

This situation was so special that Trafford frowned unconsciously.

A moment ago, he was observing the situation in hell, but now he has inexplicably turned into a human being...

Without even thinking about it, this matter must be related to Lucifer.

After all, before that, the last scene he saw from hell was the seven young dragons roaring up to the sky.

And the young dragon could not be anyone else but Lucifer.

But who could have imagined that the murderer's method was difficult for him to understand.

Is everything around me an illusion?

Or is it that for some reason, his will was forced to attach to a human body?

The former is unlikely.

As an archangel, even if he has lost his power, his vision and experience are still there, and it is impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.

And in fact, he didn't really lose his power completely.

When he felt it carefully, Trafford could find that his soul had not undergone any essential change, and the power of the spirit body existing in his soul had not diminished either.

Now I just can't use it for some reason.

It was as if there was a ubiquitous barrier in the world around him, forcibly isolating his spiritual power deep within his body...

So the answer can only be the latter - he was forced into this body by Lucifer!

But, why do this?

It seems that the strength of this sealed spirit power is not what Lucifer should have...

From a high-ranking archangel, he was knocked down to an ordinary person in a miserable situation. This was the first time he had encountered this situation, and it was inevitable that he was a little uncomfortable.

But it didn't take long for Trafford to cheer up and decide to figure out where he was first.

However, it is a pity that his body is now paralyzed, and apart from scanning the surroundings with one eye, he cannot do anything else.

But even though his movements are restricted, Trafford can already see some clues based on his current abilities.

The dark yellow "straw bed" beneath him looked exactly like rice straw, but if he could distinguish it a little, he could see that it was somewhat different from the plants he knew in the past.

A candle burning quietly next to it was not made of paraffin, which is common in modern times. Instead, it smelled like animal fat when burning.

The gray linen shirt Trafford wears on his upper body is even more retro in style, completely different from the style of the era he knows -

There are various signs that he has arrived in an "ancient" environment.

Ancient and unfamiliar.

Because there are some special words engraved on the rock wall it is leaning against and on the surface of a closed wooden door not far away.

There were abstractions that had never existed in his memory.

Then a thought flashed hesitantly in Trafford's mind.

"This is...a certain subspace?"

Subspace relies on the existence of the human world, and hell and heaven fall into this category.

In addition, there are some remaining divine kingdoms, secret realms, etc., which also belong to the scope of subspace.

Some are ownerless, while others are controlled by various powerful beings.

And those subspaces with owners often have different styles according to the preferences of their respective owners.

Therefore, if for some reason he was transported to an ancient-style subspace, it would not be beyond Trafford's cognition.

As for the unfamiliarity of words, it is easier to understand. It is not difficult to invent language.

only……

Although this guess was quite reasonable, he felt that something was wrong.

What exactly was wrong, he couldn't say because he had no way to learn more.

A vague intuition told him that the surrounding environment seemed to be hostile to his... existence?

"What the hell is Lucifer doing?"

Trafford became wary.

He couldn't understand the source of this hostility.

After being on guard for a while, except for the crackling sound of the candle beside him, there was no other movement at all.

It's as if that feeling is a complete illusion.

However, regardless of whether it was really an illusion or not, the Archangel felt that he could no longer remain passive.

Because as time passed, and as his emotions became tense for a long time, his originally sober mind became drowsy again.

But this kind of lethargy was not the same as what he encountered at the beginning.

The former is at the soul level, but at this moment it is because of the body - this body is too weak, and his spirit body is in a "sealing".

So much so that his state was actually affected by his body...

So, after taking one last look at the dim basement environment around him, Trafford gritted his teeth and slammed his forehead against the wall behind him!