Another World: My life is on the rise!

And more importantly.

If this raven corpse is indeed related to him and Zuo Zuo, if it involves time and space, then will death be their ending?

Zuozuo asked: "So, can I eat it?"

"You have to give this a try."

Linn stretched out his hand, waves of psychic energy spread from his hand, and he grabbed the raven's body.

But just when he picked up the corpse, and before he even left the coffin, the thread of law that surged toward the entire abyss above his head dimmed at that moment, and what followed was There were loud trembling sounds one after another, as if the entire space was about to collapse.

Lin was frightened and put it down instantly.

Like an electrical outlet.

When you placed the raven's body in the coffin again, the surroundings became bright again, and the law emerged again.

"Can't take it?"

Zuo Zuo was also shocked.

Lin En raised his head, adjusted his monocle, and said:

"This corpse should be the core of all the laws here. I just merged into this mechanism for a moment. I saw the flow of those laws. They were like a huge tree. The laws flowing out were along the stratum. Spread in all directions.”

And this made Linn even more suspicious.

If there is not only one raven corpse.

That it exists.

Is this the fundamental reason why this entire hell is isolated from the main universe?

They are the bedrock of hell.

The entire world is made up of the power of the Firstborn within the raven, and the outside is covered with a layer of disordered chaos. With such a luxurious scale and true appearance, it is no wonder that even the darkness of the main universe cannot be found. here.

Then here comes the problem.

If he really took away the raven's body here, what impact would it have on this hell?

Will it attract the attention of the jailer? Or if he takes away all the corpses of the ravens that may still exist little by little, will this hell collapse?

Lin En's heart moved.

He knew this was ridiculous.

But if it is true as he guessed, then this is definitely an extremely violent way to leave hell...

"But if there are really many similar corpses of ravens, then if I take one away, it shouldn't have much impact on the structure of the entire hell for the time being."

Linn's eyes flashed.

Because the temptation is too great.

Because it is limited to the size of his soul, this is almost the only method that can further increase the capacity of his first-born power. And with the gradual completion of his soul, he may be able to control this power more skillfully in the future. Powerful power, because if he could master it perfectly, he could kill more than a dozen jailers at the hands of that monster, even with only the savings in his soul.

And the reason why he couldn't do it.

It's entirely because he can't achieve 100% flexible control.

"Zuo Zuo, do you want to take it or not?"

Zuozuo asked: "Well... what will happen if I take it?"

"The blame is all on Zuozou's back! It has nothing to do with Lin En!"

"???"

However, Linn was not in a hurry to put the corpse into the system space, because that would obviously cause a large-scale collapse in this area, and if that was the case, he could conduct his experiment here.

That was whether he could devour the raven's corpse.

Because he wanted to figure it out so badly.

What is the relationship between the white-haired man in the illusion and him?

He sat cross-legged in the coffin, closed his eyes, and wrapped the raven's body bit by bit with the spiritual energy in his hands.

[Mission failure countdown: 46 minutes]

"Zuo Zuo, give me thirty minutes. Once the thirty minutes are up, no matter whether I can swallow it or not, you must wake me up. Do you understand?"

"What else would happen?"

"Otherwise there might be problems."

Because he is still not sure what kind of turmoil will happen after the mission fails, but this is obviously some kind of omen.

Once that time is exceeded, something will inevitably happen that he cannot solve at the moment.

It's about life.

He also had to think carefully.

The next moment.

He closed his eyes and began to touch the raven corpse in his hands little by little.

…

Black Castle in the distance.

Rolling thick fog surged above the sky, and the figure of a young man emerged from the fog little by little. He was dressed in a white robe, like a phantom that came out of ancient times.

And behind him, there were two figures following.

The face of the woman whose appearance could not be seen clearly had great worry in her eyes, while the pig-headed butcher beside her was still as cold and unwavering as before.

The wind blew his eyes.

Reflecting the distant black castle.

"Owner."

The pig-headed butcher clenched the huge butcher knife on his shoulder, looked around, and gradually tightened the knife in his hand.

"The theft of the raven has attracted the attention of the jailers. They are looking for us. I feel they may come at any time."

The boy raised his head.

"They're already here."

Buzz——

Almost at that moment, the space around them suddenly fluctuated, as if they had stepped into some kind of ripple-like illusion. Everything around them seemed to become as unreal as the reflection in the water.

The spikes on the pig-headed butcher's body instantly stood up, and the huge butcher knife was suddenly held tightly in his hand, with great vigilance in his eyes.

"This is..."

Quiet Pen looked up in a daze.

The ripples slowly retreated.

They seemed to be stepping on the dark horizontal plane. The black fog above their heads had disappeared at some point, replaced by a vast galaxy.

Their figures were reflected on the water surface.

Silence was like death.

Only the young man remained calm, as if in his eyes, everything here could not cause the slightest ripple.

An old and hoarse voice sounded.

"You have revived after all."

The feather pen trembled, and almost subconsciously looked forward. Just in the distance of the horizontal plane, an old figure with a cane appeared there out of thin air, as if he had always been there.

He was leaning on a cane, his face was as haggard as volcanic rock, and there was endless chaos and death in his eyes.

At that moment, the feather pen suddenly had such a feeling for no reason.

That feeling had not appeared for a long time after falling into hell.

It was the connection between gods.

Even though she had long lost her own godhood, the indescribable perception between the gods of rules still made her feel creepy.

That feeling clearly told him.

The old man facing them at this moment was definitely not an ordinary person.

He was a god.

The god of rules.

The young man still had no expression on his face, but when the old man appeared, there seemed to be a brief fluctuation in his eyes, but it soon disappeared, just like the calm ancient well, no longer able to produce the slightest ripple.

"Indeed, only you can find me. I made this cage for you. If I am alive, it will naturally sense it."

The feather pen felt a tremor.

The old man raised his old eyes, stared at the young man who looked exactly like Lin En, and said hoarsely:

"You shouldn't come back, and the old servant doesn't want you to come back."

"Because in a sense, you have fulfilled your long-cherished wish, because as long as you don't wake up, as long as this era continues, it is also a kind of death for you,"

"My Majesty the God King."