Chapter 028: Chaotic Hell

Besides transporting people into the desert, Wang Bo could also pull them into the mirror space, so he didn't have to worry about harming innocents when fighting. However, compared to the latter, Wang Bo was already accustomed to the former.

So every time he got into a fight, he would habitually transport the person into the desert.

The Apostle was no fool. While driving, he found his vision blur, and the road beneath him suddenly turned into an endless desert. His first reaction was that someone had targeted him.

As for the second reaction, he thought he had fallen under an illusion.

At the same time, Wang Bo appeared in the passenger seat of the car, looking at the Apostle with a hint of amazement in his eyes. "I always thought you were human, but I never expected you to be a demon."

No wonder this guy had spread the incantation to summon demons—he himself was a demon.

Seeing his identity exposed, the Apostle instinctively abandoned his disguise and revealed his true form.

His body rapidly expanded. In just a few blinks, his originally somewhat slender frame swelled several times over. His head grew large and round, and two long, black horns sprouted from his forehead.

His arms became incredibly thick, his ten fingers sharp as knives. A tail grew from his backside, and his feet turned into hooves.

At the same time, the creature opened its mouth, revealing teeth as fine as serrated blades.

It opened its mouth and spewed a ball of black flame.

This was hellfire.

Wang Bo raised his hand and erected a barrier in front of him, blocking the incoming flames. The fire that could melt steel crashed against the barrier but could not cross this thin layer of obstruction.

Then, Wang Bo flicked his finger.

A razor-sharp Nine Yang Sword Qi swept straight across.

The Apostle retreated, smashing through the car door and flying back dozens of meters, dodging this brilliant and sharp Nine Yang Sword Qi.

Wang Bo flickered and appeared before the Apostle, sending another sword Qi sweeping toward him.

The Apostle let out a roar. A surge of powerful demonic energy gathered in his hand, forming a black longsword. He swung it fiercely, shattering the Nine Yang Sword Qi that Wang Bo had shot at him.

After shattering the Nine Yang Sword Qi, the Apostle stepped forward to Wang Bo, raised the black longsword high—its blade burning with terrible black flames—and slashed down at Wang Bo's head.

Pfft!

Where the longsword passed, the void left behind burning black flames that took several seconds to slowly dissipate.

Wang Bo did not dodge, letting the black longsword strike his forehead.

Clang!

A tremendous crashing sound came. The longsword shattered into pieces, but Wang Bo's head remained completely unharmed. The flames that could melt steel fell upon Wang Bo's body, but they couldn't even singe a single hair.

The Apostle's eyes nearly bulged out.

Wang Bo slapped him, hitting the Apostle's chest. If he hadn't deliberately restrained his strength, this slap would have turned the Apostle into pulp. But even so, the immense force still sent the Apostle flying hundreds of meters.

A large amount of yellow sand splashed up, and a deep gully appeared on the ground.

Wang Bo used teleportation and appeared before the Apostle, placing one foot on the Apostle's head. "Tell me, how did you come to this world? Were you summoned by someone?"

The Apostle roared repeatedly but could not free himself from Wang Bo's foot.

He felt Wang Bo's foot like a great mountain pressing down on him, utterly powerless to resist.

"Answer my question." Seeing that the Apostle was not obedient, Wang Bo increased the pressure slightly, but he dared not use too much force, afraid of crushing the guy's head under his foot.

Seeing that his skills were inferior, the Apostle quickly said, "I... I wasn't summoned."

Wang Bo raised an eyebrow and said, "Then tell me, you were bought here."

"I don't know," said the Apostle.

"What do you mean?"

The Apostle said, "I truly don't know how I came to be; it's as if I suddenly appeared in this world."

Wang Bo immediately understood—this was a transmigrator.

Most transmigrators, like him, had a muddled experience of crossing over, with no clear idea of how they ended up in this world. The vast majority of transmigrators Wang Bo had encountered were like this.

"I heard you are a follower of Hades, the King of the Underworld," Wang Bo asked. "Tell me, why would a demon become a follower of Hades?"

The Apostle said, "There is no Hades, the King of the Underworld."

"What?"

"Hades, the King of the Underworld, does not exist at all." The Apostle gave an answer that Wang Bo found hard to believe.

Wang Bo said, "Do you think I would believe what you say?"

Demons are better than anyone at lying; perhaps only devils can rival them.

The Apostle said, "I'm telling the truth. There is no Hades at all. Hades, the King of the Underworld, was fabricated by me. There are no gods in this world!"

Wang Bo: ...

To be honest, this answer was truly astonishing. No Hades? Hades was fabricated by the Apostle? For a moment, Wang Bo couldn't determine the truth of these words.

So he simply stopped judging and adopted another approach.

"Forget it, let me just look directly at your memories!" Demons might lie, but their memories do not.

Wang Bo began to search the apostle's memories. The apostle did not resist, probably because the earlier battle had made him aware of Wang Bo's power, so he dared not resist at all.

Wang Bo's magic easily entered the apostle's mind and retrieved his memories.

Then Wang Bo discovered that the bastard hadn't lied after all.

Hades, the King of the Underworld, or whatever, simply did not exist; it was entirely fabricated by the apostle.

The apostle was not even called an apostle, but Holt. He was actually a hell lord, from that hell in the skeleton knight's memories—the hell without a demon king or the seventy-two pillars.

He had once been glorious, powerful, and had countless demons and hell knights under his command.

But hell was chaotic.

Wars broke out every day, with new hell lords being born and old ones dying.

The apostle Holt could not escape this rule either.

He lost a war against another lord, barely escaped capture, and fled back to his lair in disgrace.

Originally, he planned to recuperate and take revenge once he grew stronger.

But unexpectedly, his second-in-command had already been bribed by his enemy and staged a rebellion.

If not for his quick wits, escaping under the cover of a few trusted followers, he would have likely become a prisoner.

After the rebellion, his second-in-command, fearing his return for revenge, sent countless demons to hunt him down.

In that battle, all of Holt's trusted followers died. Just when Holt was cornered and about to be captured, he somehow ended up in the human world.