Chapter 738 The Secret of Hell

"The great kings of the past? Haven't they already fallen?" Morati felt his mind go blank.

The truth that Wayne said was too shocking.

So much so that he couldn't believe it at this moment.

But reason told him that Wayne didn't lie.

Because there was no need.

And Wayne had already surrendered to Dante. Under the influence of authority, the possibility of Wayne lying was so small that it could be almost ignored.

Wayne took a deep breath.

As the air entered his body, his chest suddenly swelled up.

After a long time, he slowly exhaled the air he had inhaled.

"Because someone doesn't want to see them alive, they must fall.

Do you understand what I mean?"

The meaning of this sentence is not difficult to understand.

Morati was not stupid, and he reacted quickly.

He hesitated for a moment, and then hesitated: "Then if you tell me this now, will it be noticed by 'them'?

And who are 'them'?"

Wayne did not answer this question immediately, but looked down at the ground under his feet.

His expression gradually relaxed.

"It's already this time, even if they know, what does it matter?

Now we just need to wait for the final decisive battle.

Whether we live or die, we will know after the winner is decided."

As he said this, his expression froze.

A trace of hatred flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"As for who 'they' are.

I can only tell you that they are a group of shameless robbers!

A group of bastards who only dare to hide in the dark and dare not show their faces!"

At this point, Wayne seemed a little excited.

He turned his head and looked at Morati.

At this moment, his eyes were full of fine bloodshot.

The eyeballs, which were as big as light bulbs, seemed to fall out of their eye sockets.

"The great kings of all generations were forced by them to fake their deaths to hide themselves!

Do you know what hell was like in the past?"

Morati shook his head gently and did not speak.

He was not the first batch of life born in hell, so of course he didn't know these.

Wayne's eyes seemed to be able to spit out flames, he clenched his teeth, and his muscles bulged high.

Under the dark red skin, there were blood vessels and veins thicker than ordinary people's thumbs.

At this moment, they bulged, as if countless snakes were hiding under his skin.

This shows how angry Wayne was at this moment.

Morati's brows slowly frowned.

This was also the first time he saw Wayne with this expression in his memory.

Wayne was not a newly rising big devil.

A long, long time ago, he was already a big devil famous in hell.

At that time, Wayne was the supreme commander of the royal army.

And at that time, there was no detailed division of status in hell.

The gods seemed to be the end.

But as the amount of information increased, Morati knew that the gods were not the end.

Above the gods, there are gods.

Above the gods, there are the Old Ones.

And Wayne in front of him, his status is at least a god.

For a long time, the royal family has been a changing great lord and an iron marshal.

Before Dante came to Hell, Wayne was the iron-clad marshal.

And Wayne was introduced to Dante by Morati.

He later surrendered to Dante and led the army of the Holy City to fight east and west, and finally blocked the gate of the royal city.

On the surface, this iron-blooded marshal was just clearing the obstacles for Dante to become the Grand Lord.

In fact, Dante's position as the Grand Lord had been secured from the beginning.

It's just that the acting skills of the royal family were too good.

So good that all the races in the whole hell were deceived.

At this moment, Wayne's voice still echoed in Morati's mind.

What was hell like before?

Morati didn't know.

But Wayne knew.

He had a gloomy face and put his hands on Morati's shoulders.

"At the beginning, although there were no birds singing and flowers blooming here, at least it was not like now... Chibi is thousands of miles away!

At that time, we didn't worry about water.

But later, the bandits broke in here.

First, they destroyed the will of the world, and the planet we lived on was smashed into pieces.

It was them! They, the outsiders, made us lose our homes!"

Speaking of this, Morati raised his hand and pointed to the setting sun in the sky, and said in a trembling voice: "Do you see this sun?

Do you know where it came from?

Do you know why it is constantly extracting water from our bodies?

This is the eyes of our first great monarch!

Eyes full of hatred and unwillingness!

The land under your feet is the body of our first great monarch!

He fell, fell in unwillingness and helplessness.

His body turned into land.

The eyes turned into the sun."

Morati was stunned.

He really didn't know such a secret.

As for how hell was formed, it has always been similar to Wayne's statement.

It's just not so specific.

But all the creatures in hell thought it was just a myth, even Morati thought so.

But now, the myth has become the truth.

The will of the world was destroyed, and the planet was shattered.

The first great king died, his body turned into the earth, and his eyes turned into the sun.

Morati couldn't imagine what kind of hatred and helplessness the great king had at that time.

At this moment, Morati had roughly guessed what happened later.

The tribe survived on this land.

But those foreign bandits still refused to let them go.

This is how the hell we have now.

Sure enough, Wayne's next words proved his guess.

"In that battle, they didn't get what they wanted, and they didn't intend to let us go.

After the war, they hid and rested on the back of hell.

At the same time, they also monitored our tribe."

Morati took a deep breath.

Although the truth has been revealed.

But there are still many things that cannot be explained.

For example, how did other races in hell come into being.

As if guessing Morati's doubts, Wayne said in a deep voice: "Do you want to ask how those other races came from?"

Morati nodded and said nothing.

Wayne also took a deep breath.

At this moment, his emotions have calmed down.

His expression has returned to its original appearance again.

"Speaking of which, other races are all descendants of our royal family.

But this is a bit humiliating.

Those bastards captured our people.

Then other races were born."

At this moment, an unknown flame had risen in Morati's heart.

The flame seemed to devour his heart, his eye sockets were red, and his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot.

His breathing became heavier.

At this moment, he finally understood why Dante did not accept the surrender of certain races.