Chapter 439： Spiritual Prison

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Lord's eyelids twitched, some kind of speculation floated in his heart, and he walked quickly to the front of the stone wall.

In fact, as he expected, the mural on the front of the stone wall is really a'Dante's Divine Comedy Hell', and compared to the mural placed on the ground, the content and details of this painting have obviously become more numerous. A lot.

The content and details mentioned here are mostly reflected in the expressions of suffering souls in the murals.

The suffering souls who have fallen into **** are struggling all the time, stretch out their skinny and slender arms, clinging to the rock wall full of spikes and blades, stepping on the bones and heads of other souls, and unscrupulously hanging towards the top of the tower-shaped building. Climbing away, but there are three ferocious beasts at the top, greedily devouring every soul who wants to escape.

Looking at the entire mural, the downward spiral on the tower, the more terrible the punishment will be.

Those suffering souls reach the last level, and they can’t even see whether they are humans or ghosts. The expressions on their faces are either hideously distorted, or screaming in fear, or tolerated silently, or wailing and mad, which is extremely vivid. , Almost people can feel the monstrous resentment and resentment just as if they were on the scene with just a glance.

Even with today's Lord, looking directly at this mural with a high degree of concentration for a long time, you can feel the slight tremor of the soul.

"This...is the real **** picture of Dante's Divine Comedy!"

Lord's eyelashes quivered, and slowly moved his gaze away.

On the far right side of the mural, there are inscriptions written in Latin, and the number of words is not too small.

Latin is a language often used in occultism. It first originated in the Catholic Council of Ancient Rome. Due to its mysterious and orthodox characteristics, it is learned by many people who study magic, and it is mostly used to record or perform some ancient magic.

"Constantine, come here and see what these words really say." Lord waved his hand to let the fearful counselor come over. After all, the only person who can read Latin here is Constantine.

"Is there any mistake, I am a magician, you use me as a translator?" Constantine said angrily.

"I shouldn't be a translator, no problem."

Lord made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Honorable Mage, then you go ahead?"

Constantine was speechless, choked so hard that he could only walk over honestly, but because of the shadow of the mural above, he was a little frightened and asked, "Wait, I just look at the mural directly. Nothing will happen, right?"

"No, as long as you don't look at the mural next to it." Lord pointed to the text area and said.

Constantine was still a little worried, covering one eye with his hand, leaning his body to face the mural, for fear of seeing the content next to him.

"Let me see what it's written..." Constantine stepped forward, frowning slightly: "This is not Latin, but a kind of Latin-like writing. It should be Roman. In the early days of the empire, the Catholic Church recorded the words used in classified events."

"Don't talk so much nonsense, just say that it can be translated." Lord interrupted him directly.

"Of course, you think I lived in vain for so many years?" Constantine glanced at him and said triumphantly: "Fortunately for you, those who know this kind of writing now, except for those cardinals and popes, maybe Only me is left."

Although Constantine was abducted, there is only one thing that cannot be denied, that is, his magical attainments are extremely high!

If not limited by his own inner demons and self-restraint, this man would be only a line of the supreme mage next door. The dark magic and evil descending rituals he knows and masters alone are far better than the ineffective Casillas. NS.

Constantine read it carefully, then slowly read it out.

"Through me, into the city of endless pain."

"Through me, into the deep pit of eternal misery."

"Through me, into the crowd that has never been restored."

"Justice pushes me, the noble Creator."

"I am the work of divine power, divine will and divine love."

"Before me, there was no eternal creation."

"After me, there is no sacred creation."

"I will stay with the world forever."

"I will live and die with all things."

"Those who enter this place must give up all hope!"

"His—hurry up!"

Constantine's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he took a few steps back in fear, fell to the ground with a butt, and then a horrified expression appeared on his face, and he shouted out: "We are fooled, here... .... This is Limbo!!!"

"too late......"

Neksia didn’t know when he came over, stood beside Lord, shook his head and sighed softly, “Since we stepped in here, we can’t go out anymore. Even the crying angels are trapped. here."

"You...you knew it was Limbo, didn't you?" Constantine suddenly raised his head and stared at Neksia with extremely angry eyes, as if he wanted to take her alive.

"Yes...but it is the only [correct] result." Neksia's face was calm, as if unaffected, facing Constantine's angry eyes, quietly said: "We must come here. , The only way to get the'key'."

"I'm going to **** the key!" Constantine pointed to the mural, his voice trembling with anger: "You know Limbo is a dead end, and you want to lead us here. What are you going to do?!"

"Calm down~"

Lord raised his hand to interrupt, and asked: "Which one of you two will explain to me, what is Limbo?"

Constantine glanced at Nekxia and found that the latter had no meaning to explain, and could only force the fear that surged from the bottom of his heart, and said: "Limbo, translated as Spiritual Prison, in the early Roman Catholic **** leading to The first gate of hell."

"The gates of hell?" Lord raised his brows, feeling that it was not so serious.

The gate to **** sounded very bluff, but who was there who hadn't been to **** a few times, and Constantine was a frequent visitor to hell, so he wouldn't be scared to look like that?

"I haven't finished yet. This is just the spiritual **** that Catholics think." Constantine clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "The real spiritual **** is the area between heaven and hell. It does not belong to the Three Realms. Any one realm is closely connected with the three realms."

"If the sins were serious in life, then after death, you will fall into hell; if you love God exalted during your life, you will rise to heaven after death."

"Then you come to guess, what kind of soul will fall into the spiritual prison after death?"

Lord frowned and said coldly: "You just say, I don't want to play guessing with you."

Constantine paused for a moment, his pupils trembling slightly, and said: "The spiritual prison between the three worlds will automatically attract those extremely evil souls, terrifying monsters, magical creatures of unknown dimensions, etc., you can say It is an extremely chaotic and terrifying place, and even the demon kings of **** are not willing to come here!"

"the most important is......"

"Spiritual Prison... there is no exit!"

"The only way to get out from here is to go through the nine hells and then go straight to the center of the earth!"

"Actually is not so exaggerated."

Nexia folded his hands in front of him, and said calmly: "This is not a real spiritual prison, but a scene simulated by one of the fragments. There is only one layer at most, so the difficulty is not that big."

"Shards of the Spiritual Prison..."

Lord frowned and thought for a moment, then turned around and asked: "You just said, we are looking for a key?"

"Yes, father."

Nexia obediently nodded, and said, "Wilbur Waterley has hidden a key here. We must find it before we can open the factory outside."

Lord's eyes narrowed and asked, "What's in that factory?"

"The source of evil in this city..."

Nexia's face darkened a bit, and his voice was low and said: "Father, we are running out of time, we must step up."