Nine levels of purgatory.

Above the dark and lonely wasteland, a huge and funny sailboat emitting a blazing white light floated across the huge cracks in the wasteland.

In the big crack, the flames from endless purgatory are burning unclean souls from all over the multiverse.

Human faces struggled in the flames of the big cracks, but the sound of singing and dancing came from the huge sailboat.

On the deck of the sailboat, a figure with a flattering face was introducing the scenery structure of the place to visitors.

He wore quite novel clothes, which really attracted the attention of many visitors.

"Guys, what we see now is the most beautiful scenery in the Nine-Level Purgatory..."

"Don't stare at my clothes. I know you envy us for having a channel to get strange clothes from the new world. If you really want it so much, after the party tonight, you can talk to Tuqi downstairs. Maybe he has a way to get some goods for you..."

"Let's get back to the point. The design inspiration for this sailing hotel is of course from the earth. Who knows how that new civilization has so many strange and absurd ideas, but I like it very much, so there are the freshest attractions in the Nine-Level Purgatory..."

"Stand here, we can look at the scenery in the distance. I know that there are no good scenery in the Despair Wasteland, but the height here is indeed very good, isn't it?"

"You can listen to the wailing in the crack below while drinking the most wonderful wine..."

He stood high on the deck and boasted about the scenery here.

The expressions of tourists are relatively diverse, some are more indifferent, while others show a little interest.

But this interest is obviously not about this strange scenery, but about the "foreman" himself.

As we all know, this is a new hotel opened by Dugolin, the King of the Devil.

Those who can attend parties tonight are not ordinary people in the entire multiverse.

There must be mutual mortal enemies among them, but no one dares to do it easily on this deck.

In the elegant seat of the high-rise private room not far away.

A young woman cut the bread with an interesting look with a delicate knife, applied a little butter, and gently put it into her mouth to chew it.

A young man who looked quite elegant and easy-going across from her was sitting, who looked a little shy.

"I'm curious why Derek didn't kill him."

"This doesn't seem to comply with the rules of the Nine Levels of Purgatory."

The woman's voice was extremely crisp. Her eyes were staring at the foreman.

The young man pondered for a while and said slowly:

"Doring, the King of Devil, was defeated by the new Devil Derek Glory. Although this happened decades ago, not many people know that Derek has gained control of the Nine Purgatory. Although Dugoing is known as the King of Devil, his strange behavior in recent years has made many people suspicious of him."

"Unfortunately, not many people have guessed that in the hell of a strict level, there will be nonsense stories like challenging the success of the level."

"Dugolin himself seems to be powerless to resist. In my opinion, his self-deprecating behavior is like begging for mercy in Derek. Perhaps Derek has some usefulness to him. As long as he shows no interest in the position of the Devil King and gains Derek's trust, perhaps he can still obtain a brand new position as lord..."

The young man tried to analyze.

The woman nodded and continued to ask without saying a word. She just looked at the man in front of her with her big watery eyes. Soon, the man lowered his head shyly.

Their behavior was very natural, as if they were talking about something very homely.

At least not many people in the entire sailing hotel knew that the funny foreman was Dugolin, the former devil king.

"So……"

Seeing that the atmosphere was in a stagnation stage, the woman had to helplessly put down the Misilian Sword in her hand and began to actively look for topics:

"That's how the Wildfire City matter ended?"

The young man thought for a while: "This matter is much more complicated than it seems."

"The Lion King is a little impetuous. After all, this matter has something to do with some of his dark history back then, so he..."

The woman smiled slightly: "No need to explain. Anyway, I have disliked Lawns for a long time. I'm not happy that he beats up the old pervert for me..."

"But then again, so many years have passed since this matter, can you still not let go? Luo Mang, you are not such a stingy person. Why don't you take action personally in the Wild Fire City matter?"

Luo Mang smiled silently: "Of course I can take action on this matter myself, after all, Xu Nan is also in Wildfire City; but the Lion King needs to solve his former knot, so I just went with the flow and asked Xu Nan to ask the Lion King to help with it through Mr. Smith's mouth."

"As you know, Stephenson's future needs a great lich; I know very well that if that lady really starts to fire, the three legends of Paradise Lost may have one of them..."

An Suli shook her head helplessly.

One of the three legends of Paradise Lost is indeed unique. The Lion King's fear is simply a famous label, more well-known than his pretentious style, but only a few people know that the essence of his fear is because of the super strength of [that lady].

The most powerful race in the entire multiverse is not blown out. If the lady really knew that the Lion King had such an unclear history with Xingling Ruier, the previous domestic violence would be just a drizzle.

Luo Mang obviously considered this point and hoped to completely solve the hidden danger hidden in the Ghost Mother Forest this time, and the Lion King would do it himself. Even if the lady found out later, his companions would be better off.

Apart from this, Almus will not mention it for the time being.

I'm afraid only An Suli knew in this world that Luo Mang, a violent warlock who was famous in the Pro world, was actually a very shy man in essence. Because he was too shy, he made up the image of an old mage with white hair and beard for himself.

When he becomes an old mage, he feels like he is covered with a protective color. Not only is he no longer shy, but his personality will even change slightly.

I have to say that Ron Warlock is a group of extremely strange people.

As soon as he thought of this, An Suli could only smile helplessly, suddenly stood up quickly, and took the initiative to pull Luo Mang's hand. The latter's face turned red.

"Let's go and have a look. Dugolin seems to be introducing something very interesting..."

She seemed to have not seen it, and a slight smile hangs on the corner of her mouth.

Luo Mang's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Fortunately, the crowd relieved him a lot of embarrassment. There were many big people here, but no one seemed to recognize this extremely powerful couple.

The devil king Dugolin, who has been discovered by Luo Mang and An Suli, is leading the party guests to a rather novel attraction on the deck of the Sailing Hotel.

It was a stone emitting a faint glow.

But in the eyes of all the strong men, this stone is quite unusual, and the patterns on it seem to be related to some ancient classics of Purgatory; even, accompanied by the wailing of the unclean souls below, this stone seems to follow its melody in rhythm...breathing!

Everyone's attention was focused on that stone.

"This is a stubborn stone..."

The foreman Dugolin, who was incarnated, patted the stubborn stone with a smile and explained: "I believe you have also felt its extraordinaryness."

"Well, after all, Ferlando once wanted to exchange with me with the so-called [Ice Chair Prophecy], but I refused."

"Because I know that as long as Ferlando cracks the secret, Purgatory will be destined to fall."

Others laughed softly, as if laughing at the foreman's bragging.

Only a few people showed thoughtful expressions.

"Don't you believe it?" Dugolin looked a little angry: "This is the last stubborn stone in this world!"

"Just just a stone...and Ferlando!"

Some people disagree.

At this moment, An Suli suddenly spoke:

"You said, is this the last stubborn stone in this world?"

Dugolin hesitated for three seconds and smiled:

"Maybe, maybe, not...the last piece?"

Everyone couldn't help but whisper.

Dugolin said anxiously: "But even so, that's very precious."

"After all, this is a rare ancient devil..."

"This stubborn stone hides the final secret of purgatory..."

Before he could finish his words, almost all the people were exposed, and music came from beside him, and everyone was attracted by it.

Only Luo Mang and An Suli were still standing there, staring at the stubborn stone.

At this moment, a strange pattern suddenly flashed across the stubborn stone.

"A group of stupid fools who don't know anything, I'm still taking out the most precious stone devil specimens for them to appreciate."

Dugolin muttered in a low voice, then looked at the young man and woman:

"You two, are you interested in this stone?"

An Suli solemnly said: "What was the pattern just now?"

Dugolin smiled softly:

"I didn't expect to see this scene."

"The pattern just now means that its fellow tribe has been resurrected and is calling for this stubborn stone; unfortunately it is already a specimen and cannot fight for purgatory again."

Luo Mang and An Suli looked at each other and wanted to leave almost at the same time.

However, at this moment, Dugolin suddenly stopped them silently.

“Whether it’s Stephenson or Paradise Lost, it’s quite far away here.”

He grinned: "Don't you rest for one night with me?"
To be continued...