Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The moment those words came out of her mouth, Liana regretted them. She shut the conversation cautiously and stopped saying anything about her attitude towards Limbo.

In the hell dimension, a lord has absolute control over the territory; within the territory, he is immortal and has near omniscience and omnipotence over the people in the territory. The natural environment and physical rules in the territory are all subject to the absolute will of the lord.

Influence.

Based on this, the hell dimension naturally implements a unique behavioral and thinking logic: any dissatisfaction with a territory is dissatisfaction with the lord himself.

For Liana, the words she just said already contained a dangerous aura.

He changed the subject smoothly: "Your knight's sword was summoned by the power of the soul. I have seen this kind of magic in Kama Taj's records."

"Uh huh..." Liana closed her mouth tightly.

Forward continued: "Interestingly, Kamal Taj's records speak highly of this magic, and it is not entirely reduced to black magic."

"Is there anything strange about that?" Liana spoke again, perhaps feeling that the topic was not dangerous.

"This magic was originally created by a church knight during the Crusades. He used pure faith to strengthen his soul, and then used his soul to summon a long sword for combat. At that time, this magic was considered pure white magic.

.”

There is a lot of talk going forward. After all, it is too boring to just walk for more than ten miles.

"Kama Taj's mages used magic power to transform various weapons in close combat, which largely drew on the idea of ​​Soul Sword; but Soul Sword was later banned by Kama Taj. Do you know why?

"

Liana shook her head, her curiosity aroused.

"Because someone modified the magic of the Soul Sword. The original Soul Sword relied purely on the strength of its own soul, but not everyone has pure faith like that knight, and few people's souls can reach his level.

Strength of."

Liana wanted to laugh a little: "So, you don't use this magic because you think it is not powerful enough?"

"It's those who modified this magic who thought it wasn't powerful enough." Xiang Qian corrected the other person's thoughts, "Some magicians - some evil-minded magicians came up with an evil way - to use other people's souls to enhance the soul.

The power of the sword."

Liana's face suddenly turned pale.

Xiang Qian seemed to have expected it: "You also know this method, right? You have learned it."

This is an affirmative sentence.

Liana didn't respond.

"Have you ever used it?" Qiang Qian asked maliciously.

"of course not!"

Qianqian laughed softly: "It can be seen that the soul power on the sword you summoned is very pure, and there is no other people's soul mixed in it. Are you very resistant to this kind of behavior that harms others and benefits oneself? Maybe this is also the reason why you are the same.

What’s the reason why it’s incompatible with the hell dimension?”

"Hurry up, there's still a long way to go." Liana said with a stern face. This sentence was like a door, completely closing the channel for the two of them to continue the conversation.

…

A journey of more than ten miles is nothing to trained people like Xiang Xiang and Liana, even if the journey is filled with dangerous lava and the choking smell of sulfur.

When the two stepped onto the marble steps in front of the castle, the door slowly opened with a heavy turning sound.

Walking all the way in, you are amazed.

This castle mixes a variety of architectural and decorative styles. The exterior is typical Gothic, with towers with spires surrounding it from front to back; and entering the interior, you can see it from the first corridor at the entrance.

See sculptures and large columns from ancient Greek and Roman styles.

Various styles are piled up uncoordinated and haphazardly, creating a mess without any sense of beauty. The original grand marble columns and muscular Greek sculptures are all shrouded in a gloomy and depressing darkness. And the existence of sculptures and columns destroys the Gothic style.

It should be as solemn and cold as it should be.

When we walked out of the end of the corridor, our eyes suddenly opened up; in a hall that could accommodate a thousand people, facing the entrance of the corridor was a five- to six-meter high platform with a high-backed chair carved in stone. The back of the chair was more than ten meters high.

, the two handrails are no less than three meters apart.

Sitting on a high-backed chair was a twenty-foot-tall demon.

Gloomy black and bloody dark red surround his body, and the two sharp horns on his forehead are filled with blood; his thin and elongated face is expressionless, and in his hand is a long-handled ax modeled after the ancient Roman "***", with an ax blade.

There were blood stains on it.

In short, this demon seems to be trying his best to tell the visitors: I am a majestic and terrifying king of hell.

And Xiang Xiang just remembered an idiom left by the ancients: Monkeys wear their crowns.

Sometimes I have to admire the elegance of the ancients. Not only did they not use curse words when they cursed, they were also capable of being extremely mean.

"My king, following your will, I brought back James Zion."

In the next few minutes, I felt as if I was in a stage theater, enjoying a live drama with classical themes.

"It's a good thing you didn't start singing, otherwise the play would have turned into an opera again." The voice murmuring forward was not concealed at all, and it reached Belasco's ears word for word.

"James Zion, you are a distinguished guest, welcome." Forward Velasco's harsh sarcasm was like a breeze, and he didn't care at all.

He nodded perfunctorily: "Although the invitation is not very polite, it is a novel experience to be able to visit the limbo of hell."

"If my disciples were disrespectful to Your Excellency, I would like to apologize..." Velasco said indifferently.

Xiang Xiang felt that he couldn't bear it any longer; he could chat and laugh with people in a crowd at a Western upper-class banquet, or he could shout, drink, and feast at a traditional Chinese banquet; but now this kind of pretentious conversation simply made him embarrassed.

numb.

This Belasco is the kind of guy who doesn't embarrass himself but forces others to embarrass himself.

"No need, Mr. Velasco; let's get straight to the point and finish what we're saying quickly... Can you be a little smaller? I feel tired talking with my head raised like this." He interrupted the other party's aria directly.

Discourse.

Belasco's face visibly stiffened, and after a while he reluctantly responded: "As you wish, distinguished guest."

He stood up from the high-backed chair; his twenty-foot height made his movements seem very slow, but when he stood up straight, his entire body size suddenly "shrunk" to about six feet.

Although it is still more than half a head taller than forward, it is finally within the normal range.

"That's much better." Qiang Xiang breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, "Let's get this out of the way; I'm not a theater lover. Although I occasionally invite beautiful actresses to have further exchanges outside the stage, I will never

I love performing on stage.”

"Especially when the opposite role is played by a... um... male? I don't know if the devil race is suitable for distinguishing between men and women." Xiang Xiang continued to talk to clarify his position.

Velasco looked fierce, unable to maintain his original indifferent and majestic expression.

"I invited Mr. Zion to come here in order to conclude a cooperation that is beneficial to both you and me," Velasco said.

Looking forward to Velasco, his eyes were like looking at a whimsical fool: "I often cooperate with people in business, but my requirements for partners are a bit high. I'm afraid Mr. Velasco is not up to the standard.

.”

"Don't rush to reject my sincerity, Mr. Zion." Velasco said with an attitude that left no room for doubt.