Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 439: Spiritual Prison
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Lord’s eyelids twitched, some kind of speculation arose in his heart, and he walked quickly to the front of the stone wall.
The fact is as he expected, the mural on the front of the stone wall is really a’Dante’s Divine Comedy Hell Picture’, and compared to the mural placed on the ground, the content and details of this painting are obvious. Has become a lot more.
The content and details mentioned here are mostly reflected in the expressions of the suffering souls in the murals.
The suffering souls who have fallen into **** are struggling all the time. They stretched 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 facing the inverted tower. Climbing to the top of the shaped building, but at the top were three ferocious beasts, greedily devouring every soul who wanted to escape.
Throughout the entire mural, the downward spiral of 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 hideous and distorted, or screaming in fear, or tolerated silently, or wailing and mad, extremely It is vivid and vivid, and it almost makes people feel the resentment and resentment as if they are on the scene with just a glance.
Even if it is Lord nowadays, looking directly at this mural with a high degree of concentration for a long time, you can feel a slight tremor in the soul.
“This…is the real **** picture of Dante’s Divine Comedy!”
Lord’s eyelashes quivered, and he 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 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, hurry up and see what these words really say.” Lord waved his hand to let the fearful counsel come over. After all, the only one who can read Latin here is Constantine. .
“Is there anything wrong, I am a magician, and you use me as a translator?” Constantine said angrily.
“Improper translator, no problem.”
Lord made a gesture of invitation, and said: “My Honorable Mage, then you go ahead?”
Constantine was dumb and choked so much that he could only walk over honestly, but because of the shadow of the mural above, he was a little afraid, and asked, “Wait, I just look at it directly. Mural, there shouldn’t be any trouble, right?”
“No, as long as you don’t look at the mural next to it.” Lord said, pointing to the text area.
Constantine was still a little worried, covering one eye with his hand, and leaning his body to face the mural, for fear of seeing the content next to him.
“Let me see what’s written…” Constantine stepped forward, frowning slightly: “This is not Latin, but a kind of Latin-like writing. It should be the text used by the Catholic Church to record confidential events in the early days of the Roman Empire.”
“Don’t talk so much nonsense, just say that it can be translated.” Lord interrupted him directly.
“Of course, you think I’ve lived for so many years?” Constantine glanced at him and said triumphantly: “Fortunately for you, those who know this kind of language now, except for those cardinals and popes Otherwise, I may be the only one left.”
Although Constantine was deceived and deceived, there is only one thing that cannot be denied, that is, his magical attainments are extremely high!
If he were not limited by his own inner demon and self-restraint, this man would be only one line behind the supreme mage next door. The dark magic and evil descending rituals he knew and proficient in alone would be far better than the ineffective Casilla Stronger.
Constantine read it carefully, then slowly read it out.
“Through me, enter the city of endless pain.”
“Through me, enter the pit of eternal misery.”
“Through me, enter the crowd that has never recovered.”
“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 be 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 shrank suddenly, 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 cried out in silence: “We are fooled. Here…this is Limbo!!!”
“It’s too late…”
Nexia didn’t know when he came over, stood beside Lord, shaking his head and sighing, “Since we stepped in here, we can’t go out anymore. Even the weeping angels have been I’m stuck here.”
“You…you knew it was Limbo a long time ago, didn’t you?” Constantine suddenly raised his head and stared at Neksia with extremely angry eyes, as if he wanted to eat her alive. The same.
“Yes…but it is the only [correct] result.” Neksia’s face was calm, as if unaffected, facing Constantine’s angry eyes, faintly said: “We must To come here, the only way to get the’key’.”
“I’m going to **** the key!” Constantine pointed at 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 Nexia and found that the latter had no meaning to explain. He could only force the fear that surged from the bottom of his heart, and said: “Limbo, translated as the spiritual prison, in the early Roman Catholicism The **** is the first gate to hell.”
“The gates of hell?” Lord raised his eyebrows, feeling as if it wasn’t that serious.
The gate to **** sounds like a bluff, but whoever is there hasn’t been to **** a few times, and Constantine is a frequent visitor to hell, so he won’t be scared of that look, right?
“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 doesn’t Any one that belongs to the Three Realms 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 high in life, then you will ascend to heaven after death.”
“Then you have to guess, what kind of soul will fall into the spiritual prison after death?”
Lord frowned and said coldly: “Just tell me, I don’t want to play guessing with you.”
Constantine paused for a moment, his pupils trembling slightly, and said: “The spiritual **** between the three worlds will automatically attract those extremely evil souls, terrifying monsters, magical creatures of unknown dimensions, etc. , It can be said to be an extremely chaotic and terrifying place, even the demon kings of **** are not willing to come here!”
“The most important thing 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!”
“In fact~IndoMTL.com~ is not so exaggerated.”
Nexia folded his hands in front of him, and said calmly: “This is not a real spiritual hell. It’s just 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 Hell…”
Lord frowned and thought for a moment, then turned around and asked: “You just said, we’re looking for a key?”
“Yes, father.”
Nexia obediently nodded and said, “Wilbur Waterley has hidden a key here. We must find it to open the factory outside.”
Lord’s eyes shrunk slightly 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.”