Chapter 383 Hell Royal Family Morati

Soon, the hell creatures guarding the city discovered Dante's presence.

He jumped in front of Dante.

Perhaps because he was on the wall with his back to the sun, he didn't see Dante's face clearly at the first time.

It was not until he jumped off the wall and saw Dante's face that he took a breath of cold air.

Then he knelt down on the ground with a trembling body and worshiped Dante.

At the same time, he uttered an obscure language.

After becoming a god, Dante naturally mastered the language of hell.

The hell creature was shouting words such as "Lord, Savior".

Dante's eyebrows sank, and then the wings behind him spread out.

The crown on his head was shining, and the thick horn on his forehead looked very ferocious.

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his aura emanated from his body.

He looked like a big demon in hell.

He didn't expect that the other party could recognize his identity as a lord at the first sight.

Feis was able to recognize him because Feis had said that.

That was a prophecy seen in an ancient book.

"Is this ancient book widely spread?"

This thought just came to Dante's mind, and he rejected it the next second.

Information like this, even if it is widely spread, is limited to the circle of high-level people.

Slaves guarding the city like this would definitely not know it.

This is the same for any population.

Unless it is a race with common ideas.

Such a race is similar to the silicon-based biological speech on the Internet in the world.

But Dante soon found out the reason.

Soon, the leader of this gathering area appeared in front of Dante.

The person who came was a hell creature with a similar appearance to Dante.

Dante keenly felt a breath of god on him.

This god has a similar appearance to Dante.

Huge wings, dark red skin.

There are two thick horns on his head, one on the left and one on the right.

At the first sight of Dante, the god bowed slightly and performed the etiquette of a noble gentleman towards Dante.

"Morati, the royal family of Hell, greets the Lord."

He introduced himself to Dante in the language of the creatures of Hell.

Dante crossed his arms and the crown on his head burst into a dazzling light.

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You can see the whole picture of this gathering area across the high wall.

The buildings in the city are all made of that dark brown mud.

The outer buildings near the city wall are all low buildings.

These buildings are square in shape and look like factory buildings.

Morati walked half a step behind Dante.

As if sensing Dante's gaze, he explained to Dante:

"These are factories that make water."

"Of course, the work of these factories outside Morati City is only the first step of manufacturing."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the increasingly tall buildings in front of him and continued:

"The factories in the central area are responsible for filtration."

Dante felt the unpleasant smell coming from the tip of his nose, and his brows slowly frowned.

Then he said to Morati:

"Can I visit these factories?"

Hearing this, Morati's expression was a little embarrassed:

"Yes, but I don't think you want to see what's inside."

Hearing this, Dante frowned and nodded.

Although he was still a little curious, he had given up the idea of ​​visiting.

On both sides of the road, countless hell creatures knelt neatly on the ground.

They shouted words such as "Savior, Lord" in the language of hell.

At this time, Dante had the leisure to ask Morati about the specific reason.

Morati seemed very patient. He explained in a calm tone:

"According to the prophecy of the priests here."

"A demon with a single horn on his head has returned from another world."

"He will bring salvation to all living beings."

"As for your identity as the great lord, it is easier to identify."

He pointed to the crown on Dante's head.

Hearing this, Dante became interested.

He naturally knew how he got his appearance.

It was through the mutation of Lu Xiao's blood.

Originally, he had a triangle on his head, but was later fooled by the Mirror of All-Knowing to saw off two of them.

Only one horn was left on the forehead.

Because of the characteristics of the chainsaw of the chainsaw man.

The two horns that were sawed off could not grow out.

He resisted the dryness in his mouth and whispered to Morati:

"I did come back from another world."

"So I don't know a lot of information about hell."

"But I know that these should be the words your priests use to deceive those slave creatures."

"I have a lackey telling me."

"He knew my identity through a prophecy in an ancient book."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at the two horns on Morati's head.

"Can you tell me what these horns represent?"

Hearing this, Morati slowly stepped back two steps, bowed slightly to Dante again and said:

"The triangle represents the nobility, and the two horns represent the royal family."

"And the single horn represents the supreme royal family."

"And you are the only royal family recorded in that ancient book."

"The Grand Lords in the past have been members of the royal family, but they cannot be recognized by the will of Hell."

"Perhaps, in your human language, this will should be called the 'King' characteristic."

Morati said the last sentence in fluent Chinese.

Dante's pupils shrank suddenly.

But the expression on his face did not change at all.

After taking a deep breath, he continued in Chinese:

"Mr. Morati, it seems that you know a lot of information."

Morati stood up, then raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

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In Morati's bedroom.

The interior of the bedroom is a magnificent scene.

Dante did not see any creatures of Hell in it.

It seems that Morati likes to live alone.

Dante followed Morati to a huge pool.

Morati pointed to the pool and said to Dante:

"Grand Lord, this is the place for you to bathe."

Dante looked at the huge pool in front of him and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Then he digested the water stored next to his heart and jumped directly into the pool.

Feeling the water moistening his body, Dante couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.

Then he looked at Morati and said:

"Mr. Morati, don't you want to come down with us?"

Morati stood by the pool and shook his head gently.

Dante didn't mean to continue persuading him. He lay on the edge of the pool and whispered to Morati:

"Since you know my true identity, don't you have any other ideas?"

Hearing Dante's words, Morati shook his head again and said:

"Although your royal identity is fake, the prophecy is true."

"Or rather, it's not a prophecy, it's just a deal."