Pioneering

The ancient aria:
"Through me you enter a city of weeping;
Through me you will be in eternal pain;
Through me you can enter among the lost.

Those who enter here, give up all hope! "

Winding and roaring elegant accent:
"The never-ending hurricane of hell,

Drives the soul in plunder;

It spins them, beats them, harasses them.

When they reached the cliff,
There were screams, laments, laments,

They are blasphemy there. "

"That's enough!" Zhong Ming gave Sartre, who was excitedly leading the way, a big bag, "Are you so happy to go back to your hometown? It seems that you have a very unsatisfactory life with me!

You have done so many things for me, and I am not a ruthless person. How about setting you free this time and letting you return to the hell of jealousy and domineering? "

Salt, who was leading the way and singing, suddenly fell silent. He showed his literary and artistic feelings, and sang a few ditties to express his nostalgia. Who really wants to go back to his hometown in hell?
It cannot be said that there are remote villages, treacherous mountains, treacherous waters, and darkness, that is a true and realistic description.

Moreover, the negative emotions born in the soul bodies of most protozoans in hell are few and mixed, even the black iron humans are far inferior, and their minds are completely filled with low-level emotions of eating, eating, and killing.

And a small number of high-level hell races and alien immigrants are small in number and strong, so they are not easy to mess with.

In hell, many spells and talents that devour the soul or absorb the negative emotions generated by the soul are "drawing the sword and looking around in a daze" and are useless.

Even if the souls of trash, which are despised by the underworld and despised by the rulers of the underworld, are thrown into the seven hells, they are still in high demand, and they cannot be obtained without any strength or status.

Hell creatures who have tasted the beauty of the souls of creatures in the material world, no one can tolerate the souls of hell maggots or little demons that are as disgusting as inferior and expired breadsticks mixed with wood shavings and swill fish head soup.

As the lowest level of hell worms in hell, the bottom hell maggots are one or two levels lower than the food chain of little lemurs. Even because of poor nutrition and taste, many hell creatures would rather eat little lemurs that taste spicy and bitter, and have dirty souls and extremely sour taste.

Sarter would rather be a dog for Zhong Ming in the material world, be tortured from time to time, and live in a small golden magic lamp, than return to be the master of the jealous hell.Unless he is allowed to go back and inherit the Duke of Hell who is comparable to the true God.

After all, by following Zhong Ming and fighting battles from time to time, he could get high-quality souls that Salt could not get in 1 years in hell.

In the past few years, he has been able to jump from the limit of the second order to the late third order, and these soldier souls full of unwillingness, resentment, killing intent and jealousy towards the living are indispensable.

Compared with it, what is being angry?How can a wage earner not be immune to the boss's uselessness?
At least the boss Zhong Ming is really giving "money", not just painting cakes!
Zhong Ming brought Salt to the current West Vert County in the northern province of Assia, which is the western half of the Vert Province that was looted from the Principality of Majek during the Maleficent period.

Magzhek's division of provinces is really inflated. A province of more than 7 square kilometers can be divided into a province. Zhong Ming simply classified the province of Vert into the northern province and split it into East Vert and West Vert.

Zhong Ming took time out of his busy schedule this time in order to kill Sart's former boss and snatch from him the two small nodes that connect the envious hell to the material world.

Now, Yaxia's primary industry (agriculture) and secondary industry (industry) are on the right track, and the tertiary industry (service industry) is also flourishing, with chain restaurants, hotels and hostels, finance and insurance, publishing, music...

Even the film industry, after the wizard academy took over the task and further improved the magic stone-driven projection and video equipment, is about to enter the entertainment market.

It’s just that Zoya’s first film in the world is too historically significant. Zhong Ming hasn’t decided what content to promote, and the cinema chain has not been built yet. Otherwise, Zhong Ming will be able to experience what it’s like to be a director...

And after Zhong Ming decided to sacrifice part of the power of faith to improve Yaxia's national education level, the plan to introduce coolies from hell that had been put on hold due to various incidents was also restarted.

Now that we have decided to vigorously develop the service industry, and are preparing to step on the rocket with our left foot and the right foot to help the tertiary industry, we have to consider how to make up for the labor force lost by the first and second industries due to the tertiary industry.

As long as the primary industry further promotes mechanized agricultural production, the impact can be controlled; in the secondary industry, especially labor-intensive or infrastructure projects, there is really no shortage of labor.

Yaxia's development in all aspects is too fast. Even if the birth rate is getting higher year by year because of the better life, the population that has increased in these years is only less than eight years old, which is useless.

There is a shortage of people everywhere!
The labor force is the shackles that restrict Yaxia's development to a higher level.

At this time, the hell creatures who are excellent, caring, free of money, and hardworking come into view again.

"Hey, I can only suffer the creatures of hell first!" Zhong Ming's unsatisfactory tears flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Great master, we're almost here. In front of you is the gate of hell built by the Mind Eater." Salter's voice interrupted Zhong Ming's fantasy.

Zhong Ming wiped away the tears from the corners of his mouth, followed Saerte's guidance, descended from the sky to the ground, and looked at the thorny jungle not far away.

This is a small mountain range in the southeast of West Vertshire.

This unnamed mountain range is shrouded in mist, and terrible roars can be heard from the valley in the middle of the night, thus spreading various terrifying legends.

If it weren't for a few knights who were newly canonized here after the Northern Continent War and built a few small villages, it can be said that there are few people in the village.

"Sorry, master, that old thing is really tight about these two entrances, and he still doesn't trust me, a loyal subordinate, I can only find out the approximate location." Sart said with a smile.

'Your former boss is very discerning, no wonder he has been your boss for so long, why don't you let you dig into his heart? Zhong Ming rolled his eyes, noncommittal to Salter's crying complaint about his ex-boss' distrust.

After a short search, Zhong Ming walked into the perennial misty valley jungle, crossed a steep hillside covered with thorns, and successfully found the gate of hell.

"Your former boss really wanted to hide this node, didn't he want to fish?" Zhong Ming pointed to a concave spot on the mountain wall in front of him, pointed to the black stone portal engraved with gaudy ukiyo-e and eye-catching symbols, and the stone sculpture of a three-headed dog monster squatting in front of the gate, and couldn't help but complain,
"It's so exaggerated, I'm afraid others won't find it?"

In Blue Star's film and television literary works, the entrances to some mysterious places are always very distinctive, very conspicuous, and extremely eye-catching.Even if these places do not actually welcome outsiders to visit.

Zhong Ming originally thought that the reality would be very different. It would be a hidden magic circle, a powerful trapping magic circle, and several guardians, low-key and meaningful.

But... Could it be that the culture of hell is all about flamboyance?
"That old Mephisto just likes to show off," Salter snorted disdainfully. "Maybe he thinks that with the dog Keto guarding him, no one can threaten his sect."

The word "Keto" seemed to wake up something.

As soon as Salter finished speaking, the stone sculpture of three giant dogs 30 meters in front of the door suddenly shook, the stones swished down, the ground seemed to be trembling, and murderous red light shot out from the eyes of the six dogs.

"Small people..." The head in the middle of the three giant dogs had just uttered a few syllables before the voice stopped abruptly.

A bright and sharp golden light flashed across, and three huge dog heads wrapped in cracked stones soared into the sky.

Zhong Ming directly beheaded the three heads of the three-headed dog Keto!Then he took advantage of the situation and cut the body of the three-headed dog that hadn't completely broken free from the stone into two vertically.

"Despicable!" "You coward!" "Shameless!"

The three heads of the three-headed dog with strong vitality were detached from the body, but they did not die. They gritted their teeth and cursed each other before dying.

Zhong Ming shrugged: "I'm lazy to tell you, you don't deserve to listen."

He has never understood that in film and television works, the hero and heroine meet a monster and transform/come alive without running or doing anything, just watching stupidly, let alone why the villain has to wait for the protagonist to comprehend the inexplicable emotional power to explode, or wait for the protagonist to grind and play handsome poses to transform.

Please, life-and-death relationship, can you respect death a little?Respect a little logic?

So, the three-headed dog didn't even finish a harsh line, and was sent to the underworld by Zhong Ming, who was convinced that the box lunch was caused by too much trash talk... Do hell creatures go to the underworld after death?

The corner of Salt's mouth twitched as he looked at his ex-colleague who was dying, and then he looked at the door solemnly. After a dazzled operation, the door opened successfully.

"Well, Salt, tell me, why did your former boss hold onto this portal and insist on locking it up and suffering in hell instead of going to the material world to enjoy the freedom of the soul?" Zhong Ming stared at the deep portal and asked suddenly.

"This..." Salt's eyes flickered, scratching his ears and cheeks, with an indescribable discomfort, "Dear master, I don't know either.

Maybe it's because he wants to compete for the throne of jealousy and can't get away? "

The master of each hell in the seven layers of hell will obtain the authority given by the will of hell, possessing the authority and power of the main god level (great divine power), also known as the devil king of hell, the devil king.

With the unification of the seven layers of hell, it is said that one can obtain the power of the god king Sock, and become the king of hell with the highest level of divine power.

And Salt's former boss, a demigod-level mind-eating demon Mephisto, obtained the fragments of the authority of hell, and generally called himself the Duke of Hell, the Grand Duke of Hell.

The more powerful the hell creatures, the less affected by the emotional power of hell, the less bound by the curse of the gods, and the more freely they can travel to other dimensional worlds.

Salt was once at the second level, and he probably won't have the chance to go to other dimensions in his life. He can only struggle in the hell of jealousy until he dies in battle or is killed by the boss one day.

"Then be more cautious," Zhong Ming gave Salt a meaningful look, and according to his appearance, he created a blood shadow image with [-]% of his hard power.

According to Zhong Ming's overflowing physique and energy, as well as a soul full of divine vitality, all kinds of extraordinary means emerge one after another, even if he has no authority, [-]% of his strength is not weaker than ordinary demigods.

If the enemy has the home field advantage and the guy named Mephisto can't beat the guy named Mephisto in a sneak attack, then Zhong Ming will use the blood image turned into a blood image to catch a group of hell special coolies and run away.

It would be even better if Mephisto's qi could only catch up to the material world.

Zhong Ming pointed his hands at the center of the blood shadow mirror's eyebrows, and immediately one-tenth of the power of water was transferred to the mirror along with his divine consciousness. Then he took out the Suicun crown and trident scepter captured by John, and armed the mirror on the whiteboard.

"You," the dark red mirrored version of Zhong Ming pointed to Salt, "go in first!"

A ghost and a mirror image stepped into the portal one after the other, and the world was spinning for a while.

Zhong Ming wanted to get up in a daze, but he sensed a bit of coldness with his intuition, and decisively activated the contract in his mind.

"Aww~" Salt fell onto the blue gravel with his head in his arms, rolling and bumping into a dead, rotten tree.

"Salter, are you looking for death!" Zhong Ming stared at him fiercely in the mirror image, and got up slowly and dizzily.

The space shuttle between the main planes relies on the naturally occurring space nodes, the safety measures are zero, the disgusting sense of dislocation is extremely strong, and the travel experience is negative.

"Master, master, forgive me, forgive me, I just, just want to help you..." Salt begged for mercy while rolling.

The mirror image Zhong Ming sneered, leaning on a tree so green that it looked transparent with one hand, he calmed down, so he didn't believe Salt's nonsense.

If he hadn't planned to kill people, steal money, stab his heart out, Zhong Ming would have dared to wash his hair upside down!

Sure enough, he was born as a devil, it's unbelievable!

The mirror image Zhong Ming ignored Salt's begging for mercy, and prepared to let him suffer for a while, with a long memory, looking around and observing the surroundings.

Cyan, turquoise!

It's all green in color.

Cyan rocks and land covered the entire ground, and it still maintained a cold touch after seemingly endless time.

The rocks give off an eerie glow, giving it an ominous vibe.

The surroundings of the portal are full of distorted and lifeless trees. Even though these distorted and lifeless trees have been dead for a long time, they still show a green texture.

Their dark green trunks and branches are like twisted arms, twisting upward toward the sky.

The dull wind whizzed past, bringing chills and desolation.

Thick clouds covered the entire sky, half-blocking the sun, making everything dim and dim.

Sometimes, a burst of cyan lightning flashed in the sky and struck the turquoise ground.

There is a faint blue mist floating on the lake not far away...

A gust of wind blows half of the clouds away, and the "sunlight" that comes in through the clouds, let's call it sunshine, is also blue in color! (end of this chapter)