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hell.

Bauhinia Continent.

Six months later.

The metallic life form jolted violently.

The sudden deceleration caused the inertia that propelled the holy beings inside the carriage to sway and stagger.

"arrive."

Alger's indifferent voice rang out.

The metal wall slowly became transparent, and finally a huge crack appeared.

A beam of dark red light shone in.

Along with it came the suffocating smell of sulfur and blood from hell.

Raven followed the flow of people out.

What comes into view is a desolate, dark red landscape.

far away,

The rolling mountains resemble a group of lurking giant beasts.

The black rocks gleamed with a cold, hard luster under the blood-red sun.

At the foot of the mountain stands a massive fortress.

Although it's called a tribe, it's more like a small military fortress.

The city wall is hundreds of meters high and is made entirely of black obsidian, with various reinforcing magic array patterns engraved on it.

"Is this the Blackrock Tribe?"

Raven narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the guards patrolling the city wall.

All of them were mid-level gods.

Even the burly man standing at the city gate exuded an aura that clearly belonged to a high-ranking god.

In this place, the higher gods are merely gatekeepers.

That instant.

Raven clearly heard the sound of the group of Saints behind him swallowing hard.

A sense of despair was spreading.

In the material plane, they are gods revered by all people.

Here, they are not even as good as guard dogs.

"Everyone, wait here."

"Kill any that wander off."

After leaving behind a single sentence.

Alger then flew toward the high god who was guarding the gate.

The two huddled together and whispered something to each other.

period.

Alger pointed to Raven's group and then made a gesture.

It's like discussing a transaction.

The deal was finalized shortly afterward.

The burly man guarding the gate strode over.

He was wearing a leather vest. His muscles were as hard as rock, and his dark golden eyes were full of scrutiny.

"I am Borg, the captain of the third patrol of the Blackrock Horde."

The burly man's voice was like thunder, making the eardrums of the group of holy beings ache.

"Welcome to hell, newbies."

Borg grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

There wasn't a trace of a smile, only the mocking gaze of a wild beast upon its prey.

"The rules are very simple."

Those of mid-ranking god or higher, stand on the left.

"Lower-ranking gods, stand in the middle."

"Sanctuary..."

Berg paused, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over the pale-faced crowd.

"Move to the right."

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

Without any hesitation, Raven flashed to the left.

In the face of the strong.

Obedience is the best option.

soon.

The crowd has been dispersed.

Of the twenty-odd people who were teleported this time, only two were mid-level gods.

There are four lower-ranking gods.

The remaining dozen or so are all from the Holy Domain.

"very good."

Borg nodded in satisfaction, pointing to the group of Saints.

"You, go to the mining area behind the mountain."

"The tribe doesn't support idlers. If you want to survive, go mine black stone."

"You can exchange ten kilograms of black stones every day for a meal and a place to sleep."

"What if I don't pay enough..."

Borg didn't finish his sentence, but just snorted coldly.

The faces of these holy beings instantly turned ashen.

Mining?

They are Saint-level powerhouses!

But under the oppressive power of the superior god, no one dared to utter a single word of rebuttal.

Several Zijing Army soldiers came over and herded the group of Holy Realm members towards the rear of the tribe, like driving a flock of sheep.

Next are the lower-ranking gods.

"You're lucky; you'll be assigned to the reserve team."

Borg pointed in a direction.

"Responsible for miscellaneous tasks within the tribe, as well as the maintenance of the city walls."

"Those who perform well will have the opportunity to become permanent employees."

At last.

Borg's gaze fell on Raven and another mid-level god.

His gaze softened slightly.

In Hell, a mid-level god is barely considered a fighting force.

"As for the two of you."

"Now that you're a mid-level god, you're qualified to join the official battle ranks."

"We will assign you accommodation in the West District."

"I receive a salary of one hundred inkstones per month."

"Of course, you have to work."

"Patrol, hunt, or carry out tasks assigned by the tribe."

Borg tossed over a few black metal plates.

Raven reached out and caught it.

The metal plate was ice cold.

The words "Black Stone" are engraved on it, along with a number: 7523.

"Don't lose this; it's your identification."

"Within the tribal territory, this sign can save your life."

"Out of the tribe..."

Borg shrugged.

"That depends on your own fate."

……

The interior of the Blackrock tribe is much larger than it appears from the outside.

The streets are wide, lined with houses built of stone, rugged and sturdy.

There were many pedestrians on the road, most of them in a hurry, and each of them carried an air of solemnity.

There are no weaklings here.

Even a maid who serves tea and water exudes the aura of a lower-level god.

Following the directions on the metal sign, Raven found his place.

A stone house of less than 20 square meters.

There was nothing there except a stone bed.

It was so rudimentary it was appalling.

But Raven was very satisfied.

At least, this place is independent.

He sat cross-legged on the stone bed, not in a hurry to cultivate, but began to organize the intelligence he had gathered.

One of the largest powers within a radius of ten thousand miles.

The leader is a six-star demon.

This is a truly important person.

In hell, every one of those who can be called a demon is a powerful warrior who has fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

A six-star demon means that he has fused with at least three profound laws.

Except for the leader.

There are also several high-ranking elders in the tribe.

These elders are five-star demons who have combined two profound mysteries.

There are dozens more captains like Borg, who are high-ranking gods.

As for the mid-level gods, there are as many as several thousand.

This is the power of hell.

In the Yulan Continent, a mid-level god can reign supreme.

Here, he's just a common soldier.

"We still have to play it safe."

Raven stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

Under the circumstances of giving it our all.

His current strength should be enough to rival that of an ordinary high-level god.

Encountering a high-ranking god who has mastered the profound laws of fusion.

Raven was no match for him.

"Settle down first and find out what's going on."

"Then...we'll figure out a way to improve our strength."

……

Hell has no distinction between day and night.

Only the blood-red sun, forever hanging in the sky, tirelessly releases its light and heat.

Time becomes blurred here.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

In the past six months, Raven has kept a very low profile.

He was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, inconspicuous among the thousands of mid-level gods of the Blackstone tribe.

Every day, I clock in on time, working as a silent patrolman in this world filled with violence and killing.

He was assigned to the seventh squad of the third battalion.

The captain is a high-ranking god named Sak, who refined his divine essence to become a god. He is of average strength, but has a terrible temper.