He saw a figure in the fountain with dark hair and dark eyes.

He is not a local resident of Imprint City.

He squeezed through the crowded alleyways in the Lower City, and was so energetic that he couldn't free his hand to hold the sword.

He wore ancient bronze armor and did not wear a cloak to resist the often suspended acid mist in the city.

A wallet on his belt shaking, swollen and conspicuous, as if encouraging pickpockets to come and engage in their jobs.

However, the dull and crowded crowds around him almost ignored him. Whether it was the demons in the bottomless abyss or the six-winged angels in the heavenly realm, they deliberately kept their distance from him.

Evandell knew that this man was definitely a dangerous hunter.

In the fountain, he saw the outsider step into the marble area of ​​Imprint City, where the buildings are tall and hard, and are darkened by ash.

The outsider, holding the ancient bronze vessels, came straight to the palace of the Ms. Painful ruler of the Imprint City.

The palace gate is an incredible huge iron gate, huge enough to hold the God of the Earth-breaking himself, and is shaped like a war crown, with strong long wings extending on each side.

The walls are as brown as mudstone and as tall as cliffs, and their surfaces are embellished by three rows of ordinary small square windows.

The most prominent feature is the central gate tower, a huge rudder-like tower formed by six curved spires that bend inward towards the central spire, with a peak so high that it disappears into the brown mist of Imprint City.

Oh, the tower is not ivory.

It was built by the hand of touching heaven from hell,

Oh, mysterious swamp rose,

Oh, a house without money but rich,

Oh, the place of endless fire,

Oh, our misery lady!

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The outsider suddenly put down the bronze vessel in his arms, faced the palace of the lady of pain, and sang a desolate and deep elegy:

I traveled through the outermost portal.

Arriving at this prayer is a holy land of sin,

Why do you mind mortal service?

Oh, our tormented lady, why do you care?

It's the last glass of wine I poured for you,

It is us who drank the Holy Grail in one go.

I beg you to respond to the altar,

Our Lady of Pain.

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"This outsider is trying to get the response of the lady of pain through prayer." Ginging at the scene in the fountain, an irrepressible fear floated over Evandel's old face.

The ruler of the Imprint City, Ms. Pain is real, but no one has ever spoken to her.

No one.

Because many people who accidentally saw the lady of pain floating by the sky on the street died silently in their nests.

She was neither kind nor sympathetic, and no fool could expect her mercy.

She occasionally has the interest to rescue others, but more often she kills.

But the Impression City relies on her protection. The manager believes that the Lady of Pain created the Impression City, while the Miriller suspects that all this is just the dream of Lady of Pain.

Of course, even if Ms. Pain blocks all portals, it doesn't mean that the demons will give up trying to sneak in.

She needs to keep her mana strong all the time to block them.

Once the demons are able to weaken her strength, the seal will be lifted and the structures at all levels in the Hunting Tunnel plane will be broken up.

Perhaps the demon lords are unable to enter the Imprint City yet, but their spies, agents and supporters gather here, and this group of people has been looking for a secret method to defeat Ms. Pain.

However, what made Ewendell feel incredible was that the pious prayers of outsiders actually worked.

In the surging fountain, he saw the lady of pain appear.

She was suspended in the air, with her long brocade robe hovering several inches above the dust.

The lady is a dazzling tall beauty with a delicate appearance and a halo of sacred and tranquility.

She had no hair, and was replaced by a circle of sharp steel blades, toner-black lips, and firm amber eyes that ignited Evandel's chest with a trembling fear.

"Salute to you, ma'am, I have prepared a gift for you." The outsider pointed to a huge bronze vessel placed on the ground and said respectfully, "In your power..."

The lady of pain raised her hand, and the outsider's words were silently interrupted.

Her amber eyes locked onto the outsider, slowly opening her mouth with a hint of sadness, "If I can, I will forgive your subtle words."

But this is the city of Seal, and any god will stop. If I respond to your prayers, the gates will open, the city itself will collapse, and I will stand up and fight alone against all the gods of the multiverse.

They will destroy me with starlight chains and flame battle axes, including evil gods and good gods, thus triggering a war to cut off all planes.

So what? So what if you imprison the pain in the deepest bottomless abyss and limit it to the will of Demogorgen, Dikaraze or other evil gods?

I will tell you: every plane has tyranny, cowardice and darkness, every breath is filled with fear, a bad ruler himself is ruled by unexpected hunger and desire, he plunders everything in the multiverse and robs anything he wants.

If the Good God wins, it will be even worse: the endless world of endless comfort, no pain to build strength, no distress to reproduce courage, no fear to breed cunning. The multiverse of ordinary passion and indifference desire will have no adventure, because nothing can be lost, no outbreak of anger, no passion for love, and no life worth living. In this matter, I have no choice. For the multiverse, I must punish you!"

The lady of pain bent her finger into the black claws and she stroked down the air.

A loud metal-like scream rang out on the outsiders.

Cracks emerged on the ancient bronze armor of the attacked outsiders.

What shocked Ewendell even more was that several sharp claws that Ms. Pain attacked the outsider were broken, and her eyebrows were raised high, obviously not expected this.

There is no doubt that outsiders survived the attacks of the terrorist managers of the Imprint City.

The outsider immediately chose to hold his palm up to show that he had no malice and explained to her, "Madam, I came for peace. The purpose of coming here is to give you a gift."

A shadow of sneer flashed across the pained lady's lips.

She ignored the outsider's defense, but stretched out a finger to slash through the air, and the sound of layered metal breaks echoed between the walls of the tunnel again.

The outsider turned backwards, and the ancient bronze breastplate was cut by a long line of gaps, just like a heavy blow from some kind of enchanted weapon.

Although his mission was inherently kind, the boiling rage had begun to burn.

"So far, I've tried to behave peacefully." The outsider wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up angrily, with one hand landing on the sword behind him. "But I warn you that this armor was made by my beloved person himself. You destroyed it, you are forcing me to do it!"

The lady narrowed her eyes slightly and then bent her hands into fists.

The collapsed metal screams sounded, his breastplate was pinched into an hourglass shape by the pain of the armor, and the pain of the squeezed armor made blood gush out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the outsider seemed to have suffered a terrifying heavy blow, and the space behind him collapsed in this powerful force, turning into a terrifying black vortex, sucking his entire body, along with the bronze vessels beside him.

Not only did this outsider not die, his brave behavior would also preserve his name, even his legend, and gain a place in the songs of the bards throughout the multiverse.

The picture disappears and the observer Evandel is pulled back to reality.

He looked at the solemn priestess with a puzzled face, "Will that shooting star be related to this outsider who is trying to challenge the lady of pain."

"I don't know." The priestess shook his head slightly and looked at him apologetically. "My premonition tells me that the only thing that can be related to this outsider is that meteor."

"What do you mean?" Ewendell asked.

"This outsider is not dead." The priestess said softly, "In the cracks in the torn space, I saw him landing in a desert in the world of Torrell."

"I'm going to find it myself." She looked at the fountain with nostalgia and made up her mind:

"Because he has neither divine power nor divine power, but he can withstand the pain of the lady with strength comparable to the powerful divine power by relying solely on the power of his body. Perhaps we can truly unravel the secrets of the Source Believers' Association."

Priestess Marian opened a portal and disappeared.

Evandel, the incoming observer of the Source Believers, was about to speak, but his voice suddenly got stuck in his throat.

He tried hard to inhale the air, but only coughed up a frighteningly thin hissing sound.

His neck seemed to be tightly tied by his steel fingers, and finally his feet collapsed and he knelt down weakly.

At this moment, his personal experience allowed him to confirm a legend:

The ruler of the Imprint City, Ms. Pain is real, but no one has ever spoken to her.

No one.

Because many people who accidentally saw the lady of pain floating by the sky on the street died silently in their nests.

In a trance, Evandel seemed to see the lady in pain watching herself fall down with pity.

Her amber eyes were transformed into jade, golden, bright red, black jade...

In his gradually blurred consciousness, he seemed to hear a sigh:

"There are four kinds of pain spreading in the multiverse - pain, sorrow, doom and despair - they mature and then burst out, overwhelming all strength and obedience. I don't know where they came from. Maybe I created them with my own hands, maybe they emerged from a hidden place deeper and darker than the bottomless abyss, where there was a thick mist like rocks, and death was the sweetest memory. I can only say: In my chest, where the heart once was, is now empty, because it has leaped out of this emptiness of the whole multiverse's suffering."

It turned out that these pains were a gift to him... At the last dying of his life, Ewendell's mouth curled up a relief-like smile.
Chapter completed!