186. Chapter 186 – Soul Train

Chapter 186 – Soul Train
If passing through the inner realm was like folding a piece of paper and passing it through the holes in it, then this kind of ultra-long-distance teleportation to the outer realm was like throwing all of their dragons into a drum washing machine together like dirty clothes and smelly socks.

In the beginning, the eyes were colorful black, and then the entire field of vision turned into distorted blocks of color that shot behind them at a rapid pace, until the eyes were dazzled and the sky was spinning, uncomfortable and extraordinarily long.

So much so that more than once David’s dormant instincts bubbled up in conjunction with [Idleness], which he hardily suppressed.

Losing consciousness in ultra-long-distance teleportation is a very dangerous act in itself, not afraid of the body waking up to be dumped into some remote nook or cranny of the multiverse, but it is said that the dream realm in this kind of chaotic voyage through the void is easy to link up with the void outside the multiverse, and the separation of the consciousness from the body can easily result in the body arriving at the station, but the soul doesn’t know where to go, and that would be the wind plant dragons, or batches of the kind. That kind.

Under this kind of close proximity, there was no one who could resist his [Idleness] technique.

Good in that kind of prostate are to be thrown out from the cloaca feeling finally in front of the eyes to see a piece of misty blood red color after a steep stagnation, and then heard a seemingly no sharp voice came:

“Eleven visitors to the MDCLXXXVII Material Realm Plane, eight gargoyles, two humanoid creatures, and a dragonborn lust demon eek! Ms. Yolanda, you’re back already.”

A devil who was originally doing a routine transcript immediately licked a cow-horse public servant’s face to curry favor and said.

This devil was less than a meter tall, with reddish-black skin, a thin body, sharp claws and a tail full of sharp spines, and a face that looked like a mixture of a bat and a sheep, with pointed ears and eyes.

Seemingly sensing the confusion in Davy’s eyes, Yolanda, who had tossed a copper coin towards the other, explained softly:

“This is a small devil, but even though it’s called a small devil, it’s still considered a middle-ranked devil, and it’s still in a much higher position than the inferior devil that just hatched from the shell of a drained soul. As a rule, the reception of the portal here should at least be handled by the Anzu Devil or above, but since the God of War started the war in many realms, the number of dead souls drifting down the River Styx has increased dramatically in recent years, and most of the Anzu Devils, our Lust Devils, and the Harvest Devils have been temporarily deployed to the Land of Torment to deal with the massive amount of soul shells, and the Steel Devils and Chain Devils are the backbone of the blood war, but intellectually, they are not as strong as they could be. stalwarts, but they’re still a bit short intellectually, so quite a few small devils like it have been temporarily deployed.”

David nodded thoughtfully as he heard Yolanda’s explanation, and just as he stumbled out of the portal dazed Atilicia vomited on the floor.

Theoretically, the little devil had some resistance to the stomach acid of the ‘red dragon’ and even the flame magic radiation, but this little devil let out a shrill scream as if it had stepped on a puddle of thick sulfuric acid:
“Out of order!”

This ear-piercing scream, similar to an air-raid siren, immediately attracted the attention of a large number of Steel Devils and Chain Devils who were responsible for guarding the surrounding area, and all of them surrounded the area in a formation with lances of demonic breakers, and there was also a Lust Demon whose rank was obviously higher than that of these devils fluttering their wings.

“What’s going on?” The Lust Demon frowned as he looked over, seemingly annoyed that the chaos caused by David’s group had added a residual burden to his already heavy workload.

The little demon immediately scowled and looked to Yolanda, the ‘highest ranking’ one.

Yolanda and David, who had narrowed his dangerous vertical pupils, exchanged a glance, signaling the truly chaotic red dragon to be at ease, and instantly opened her mouth to explain to the lustful demon who had come to her with accountability:

“I’m sorry, we are the five-colored dragons who were called to the five-colored dragons after the bannerman Efilomon Lord War Horn, it just seems that I forgot to put the anti-camp detection spell on this red dragon companion of mine before we left, and it caused a commotion, so please forgive us.”

Said in shaking hands with the other side will be a gold coin handed over, the other side only then look better from the waist to pull out a codex that can hammer dead demons pretending to flick through a bit, only then with long scarlet nails in one of the scratches:
“Any five-colored dragon and its descendant bannermen who respond to the five-colored dragon queen’s conscription do have certain diplomatic immunity, according to the regulations I can let you through, but…”

Said the Lust Demon as he pointed in the direction of the even darker red chaos in the sky and said:
“But because of the Five Color Dragon Queen, Bato Hell has opened up a second battlefield, and in order to prevent you out-of-order people from causing even more chaos, you can only choose to travel to the Maggot’s Den on your own foot, or by soul van.”

Yolanda made eye contact with David and nodded:
“No problem.”

Only then did the Lust Demon record something with a serious look on his face, issuing them eleven tags that appeared to be made from skulls with numbers etched on them into Yolanda’s hands:

“You are in luck, a soul train originating from the land of torment will be arriving soon, you can get on board with the bone cards.”

Until their group of dragons walked out of the Bato-flavored entry point, Yolanda handed Atilicia another Anti-Camp Detection Amulet before the dragons, including David, looked at Atilicia, who was a bit embarrassed, and David was even inexplicably curious:
“Dad, when did you shift to the chaos camp?”

Just as the Bottomless Abyss is a place of pure chaos, then Bato Hell is a place of absolute order.

Before David’s departure, Yolanda deliberately gave David, Lizlette, and Murphylle, the red, white, and black dragons, the [Anti-Camp Detection] patch in advance.

It is not that the devil are blind fools, even a fool also know that this group of five-colored dragons a large part of the birth is a chaotic thing, but just as the ‘horse see what is decided by the people’, the devil see what is decided by their superiors and money.

They will predict your danger in advance, and as long as you don’t go wrong in the session he’s manning, then trouble, it won’t come to him.

Absolute order-keeping world is like that, it will not bring absolute justice.

Quite the contrary, it will only breed unprecedented corruption and naked bureaucracy.

It was just that the only thing David hadn’t realized was that his own old man was actually a chaotic fellow as well.

But when he thought of his unpredictable bottom line and style of behavior, it seemed, indeed, so ah!

“I I don’t know.” Attilicia said with a face full of innocence, her heart equally full of uncertainty.

Could it be that this was the reason why the God of Justice, Till, had never responded to his conversion for so many years?
Anyway, no matter what, this not-so-small trouble was considered to have passed.

It was only after a group of dragons had waited for half a day at the station of this entry stronghold, finally waiting for an ‘infernal machine’ to arrive with charred black smoke, and then picking themselves up on the sides of the carriages just like the San, that their brains, which had been rolled up by the Hyperdistance Portal, seemed to have finally come online:
“Why don’t we just fly to the Evil Scale Fortress?” They were all dragons.

The rest of this Soul Train was fine, it was just too smelly and noisy.

Inside the wagon were all the soul shells that had been drained of their ‘divine energy’ and human residue by a group of demons in the land of torment, their twisted faces were struggling and wailing all the time, and the ones that screamed the loudest, the hardest, or the best would be stabbed into the body by the barbed demons with the barbs they held in their hands, and thrown into the soul furnace in the locomotive at the front as part of this soul train. into the furnace of the locomotive at the front, as fuel for the train of souls.

In terms of the environment, the green train of the Blue Planet was ten thousand times better, and the only advantage might be that it was slightly faster, reaching a speed of about hundreds of kilometers per hour, which was already the flight level of the vast majority of young dragons.

Yolanda, however, pointed to the sky, which seemed to be permanently dim and dark red.

David looked up and saw the fiery red sky like a huge furnace, from time to time there is a ball of lightning like fireballs or a huge meteorite across the sky, crashing down on the wilderness covered with Gobi, the blown rock layers exposed, you can see layers and layers of skeletons exposed charred black openings, wafting the stench of black smoke.

This is the eternal and unchanging hellish landscape of Avernus, the portal of Bato Hell, the place where demons and devils are buried in eternal bloody battles.

“See those floating down fireballs?”

“Huh?”

David suddenly thought of a possibility:
“Couldn’t it still be auto-aiming?” Wouldn’t that make it a close-in anti-aircraft battery? That’s crazy.

Yolanda said in a sarcastic manner:
“Legend has it that when our Lord of the Nine Prisons, His Majesty Asmodeus, was relegated to fall by the Dawn Gods, the splash of blood gave birth to the present day devils, and that never-ending anger was transformed into these never-ending hell fires that fall like stars, regardless of whether this legend is true or not, it will indeed be automatically pulled by the ‘Out of Orderers’. ‘, so whenever the Abyssal Demons attack Avernus in a big way, it’s also the time when these hellfire meteors fall in the most magnificent splendor, and it is, technically speaking, the first line of defense of the Batou Hell in the true sense of the word.”

Whirling to look at Davy, and then around at the rest of the other followers who were already fast becoming delirious from this bumpy, bad ride, he continued:

“This hellfire may not have much effect on you, your highness, but these men under your command may not be able to carry it.”

David immediately smacked his lips and stopped speaking.

Yolanda had overestimated him, these fireballs were both big and small, and when it came to the kind that fell like meteors, even if he as a red dragon was immune to the flames, he wouldn’t be able to resist that kind of physical damage for much longer.

But soon the eyes of the dragons were attracted by the magnificent view of the endless black sea in the distance.

This time Yolanda did not make a sound.

Because any being who saw it for the first time would realize what was in front of them.

“It’s the River Styx eh. It’s so beautiful.” It was as if little stars bloomed in Tania’s eyes.

The River Styx was like an invisible serpent, and the many material planes and even the outer planes of the multiverse all had its figure.

It was only in the material interface that it was invisible, carrying the lost souls of the material realm and rushing toward the filthy lower levels, revealing its prototype in the Batou Hell and Bottomless Abyss at the bottom of this lower realm.

But after gaining insight into its reality, there is no longer that beauty hidden behind the veil of mystery.

Looking down from the Soul Train where they were, one could see a dense array of soul shell boats floating on them, with countless Barb Demons salvaging soul shells from the River Styx like fishermen.

The Soul Shells were not insubstantial smoke, rather they were flesh and blood creatures, close to what they had been before they were born, though covered in filth, with the diseases and traumas they had suffered in the last moments of their lives still remaining on their bodies.

They are transported in shell ships full of shells to the place of torment, where demonic bureaucrats known as Anzu Demons read each soul’s markings and record the name of the demon responsible for harvesting it in a heavy ledger, and what awaits them in the horrific chambers are torturous tortures of all sorts and varieties.

After the last vestiges of humanity have been violently torn away from the body of the soul’s shell, the warring empty husk that has been completely twisted and deformed is what you see on the train at this moment, with all its faces, and they are sent to the train’s final destination, the great deep pit of Avernus, the Maggot’s Den.

There, they would rapidly decay and be reborn as inferior demons, the lowest of all demonic forms to exist.

Mindless, shuddering and writhing in perpetual, excruciating physical pain.

Demonstrating a difference from their foolish companions, and in doing so gaining promotion, would be the only hope and path to their miserable demonic lives.

It is worth mentioning that the current Archduke of Avernus, the ruler of the Bronze Fortress, Bail, was promoted from such a small, inferior demon that was not even considered cannon fodder.

Because of this, Bail, who was born from a humble background, has always been despised by all the other Archdukes and even demons.

Just as David’s family was listening to Yolanda, the tour guide of Bato Hell, introducing the rumors of hell and some basic rules with a curious mind, Tania, who was always looking around, suddenly pointed to the front and said:
“Ahead, it seems like it’s raining meteors.”

“Hmm? Meteor fire rain? There’s a war in front?” David was a bit baffled.

As an outsider, Davy only felt that he had a bit of bad luck, he had heard that the whole of Avernus was part of the battlefield of the Blood War, so that the rhythm of the whole of Avernus was as if it was always preparing for war, he just didn’t think that he would actually be able to bump into it one day.

Yolanda, however, was creeped out:
“How is this possible? This is the hinterland of Avernus, how could the Blood War Battlefront hit here?”

“Is that rare?” David asked.

Yolanda’s face was as deep as water, “Ever since Archduke Bail took office, the Blood War defense line has always been maintained near the Bronze Fortress, and this place hasn’t fallen for thousands of years.”

Conspiracy? The calculations of an enemy? Or what?
For a while, the mind of this Dragon Descent Lust Demon from a privileged background was full of possible encounters and possible scenarios to break the situation.

Slowly, his mind was almost blank, and once he broke into the bloody battlefield, the legend might not even be able to defend himself.

What should be done!

“Ah!!!” Yolanda was abruptly awakened by a Barb Demon’s scream.

It was then that she saw David curling up his tail and throwing the demon driving the Soul Train straight down.

“What are you doing?” Yolanda had already looked dumbfounded, what kind of operation was it to throw the train driver away when it was already at this point?
“Since I can’t avoid it and it’s not good to fly away, then…”

“Just ram it!”

Saying that, the corner of his mouth grinned a fierce smile, David heavily stomped on the carriage links, and all the carriages except the first section flew up into the sky.

David took one of the fallen sections and carried it on his shoulder, dumping the entire soul shell into the soul furnace.

Then he opened the huge mouth like an abyss, and drank all the soul shells that fell from the sky and had already been drained of the remnants of humanity.

Power – Overeating

At the next moment, the soul train was like a Taliban truck that had completely lost control.

It rushed into the bloody battlefield deep in the hinterland of Avernus.

(End of chapter)