Chapter 455 It Is the Meteorological Bureau that Changes Hell!

Azazel's face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, but even so, he couldn't hide his awkwardness.

"What are you looking at me for?" he had to ask.

The First Fallen's smile became even brighter. You can imagine how it feels to have an uncle with rags all over his body and greasy hair looking at you with a weird smile on his face.

"Speaking of which, we have known each other for so many years, and I still don't know what you look like." The First Fallen said.

"What I look like? Hey, haven't you heard that everyone who sees my true appearance is stunned, so..." Azazel said.

But he didn't expect that the First Fallen would suddenly interrupt him.

"I want to see."

There was a suffocating silence, and Azazel's two balls of ghostly fire stared at the First Fallen: "You said! What!"

"I said I wanted to take a look, how about you take off your hood?"

"First Fallen, I'm warning you, you are provoking me!" Azazel suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"Hi! Hi! Don't be so grumpy. I'm just curious. By the way, I have a story. I guess you will be very interested. After I finish telling it, your attitude towards me will change."

The First Fallen said.

The pressure spread. None of the three kings of hell was a fool. Therefore, the remaining two people vaguely felt that when this story ended, something big would happen.

The first fallen person was still talking: "We all know that hell is a place where the dead and demons gather, but in history, there have been living people who have been to hell, and then left as living people. The first person It's Judas. Of course, because of the oath, his soul after hanging himself is now imprisoned at the bottom of the furnace, suffering. And the second person is that bastard Constantine. There's nothing we can do about it, because the contract on this guy makes us There is nothing you can do against him."

"What on earth are you going to say? A history lesson?" Beelzebub asked.

"Don't worry, we are about to get to the point. We all know the two people I just mentioned, but there is actually another person who has been to hell and left again."

Beelzebub was stunned for a moment: "This is impossible. There is no way for a living person to leave the gate of hell."

"That's true, but about three hundred years ago, there was a king of hell who quietly opened a gap in the door of hell for a mortal and let him return to the world. This man was called Alighieri Dante. So I did this because that man is a poet, and he promised to bring the name of the King of Hell to the world, pass it on, sing it, and spread it for thousands of years, and the person who opened the door to hell for him is you, Azazel."

After saying this, Azazel couldn't help but smile.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to dig quite deep. That boy named, uh, Dante, I almost forgot about him. Indeed, I did this. At that time, human faith was not yet stable. What's wrong with me finding a fool to bring my name into the world? If it were you, you would do the same thing."

The First Fallen nodded: "Oh, yes, so I am not mocking you, but praising your wit. After Dante returned to the world, he did write down everything he saw and heard in hell. In the book, Azazel's name spread to half of the world at once. However, Dante was an academic with a single-minded mind. When he was compiling a collection of poems called "The Divine Comedy", he consulted many poems. There are a lot of information, and among them, the one he pays most attention to is you."

Speaking of this, Azazel seemed to realize something.

"Haha. Did you think of something?" The First Fallen said with a smile: "Yes, you made that guy return to the world, so he was fascinated by you. He spent his whole life studying you. From then on, Images, to sounds, to everything he could imagine, and recorded them all in a manuscript. Of course, he knew that most of these things could not be circulated in the world, so he did not include them in the collection of poems. I didn’t write everything down!”

"Asshole, what are you going to say?" Azazel suddenly shouted angrily.

The first fallen person raised his head slightly: ""The Divine Comedy" - "The First Draft of Hell" Chapter 75 said, Azazel, the king of hell, has three heads and three faces, hidden in the darkness, the sun and the moon meet, the world When there is no light, the power of the King of Hell will return to nothingness.”

The words have not yet been spoken!

"Haha!" Azazel suddenly laughed and said, "Is this the story you want to tell? A collection of poems that a mortal adds to the story and adds nonsense?"

"Yes, it is this collection of poems. Although it is embellished, it may not be untrue."

"Haha, First Fallen, are you sick? Your brain is not functioning properly? Do you think my weaknesses can be found in a mortal's poetry collection?"

The First Fallen smiled: "Actually, I didn't believe it at first, so I went to the Gate of Hell to check the list of souls in those years. What surprised me was that in the nearly hundred years since Dante left Hell, , no one named 'Aligheli Dante' has ever died. Could it be that all the people with this name have gone to heaven? Don't you think this is a bit too coincidental? So I was wondering, would it be possible? Some people are afraid that this guy knows some secrets that he shouldn't know, so he shuts out all the people with that name and becomes a forbidden guest in hell!"

The First Fallen is talking!

"Uhhhhhhh-!"

With a loud roar, the wind around the furnace seemed to turn into burning sharp blades in an instant, surrounding the First Fallen. Azazel knew that it was impossible for him to hide anything now, but he had no chance of hiding anything. He never thought that this secret that had been lost for hundreds of years would suddenly be known to the First Fallen. Was it the fault of the guy standing next to him?

Whatever, Azazel no longer had the time to think about this at this time. He could only quickly trap the First Fallen while his power was still strong.

"Beelzebub! Why are you still standing there? If I die, you will be next! He is no match for the two of us. I promise that after killing this guy, you and I will share half of the territory of hell!" He shouted road!

However, before he could finish howling, a big hand suddenly broke through the scorching wind and grabbed Azazel's neck!

"You have stayed in hell for too long, Azazel. You don't know how far the power of the world has evolved. They have a place called the 'Weather Bureau', which can predict the weather! And when the sun and the moon meet .Just today!"