Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1142 - 193: Nine Types of Hell

Chapter 1142: Chapter 193: Nine Types of Hell

Isaac, having set up the force field wall, sheathed his knife and drew his pistol.

"The crown of lilies shall stand above the lion’s feathers—"

He solemnly chanted and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

A white bullet flew into the sky.

Then, a complex spell formation unfolded in the sky.

Countless pure white beams of light continuously fell to the ground and then exploded.

These explosions had no effect on Isaac’s troops, while his enemies were blasted into bloody fragments.

The young soldiers cheered in response.

Isaac only smiled.

He spoke with a calm voice, "Stay calm everyone, prioritize your own safety—I’ll support you from the back!"

But at that moment.

From the rear positions on the opposite side, similar shouts could be heard.

Through the screen, it clearly transmitted to Annan’s side:

"—Captain, that demon spellcaster’s magic is too powerful; our brothers can’t break through!"

"Retreat first—damn it, they were prepared! Did the scouts who went to plant the bombs get there?!"

"No, that great demon seems to have summoned a very sturdy wall of bones, we can’t get through at all!"

"Retreat first—retreat! Let’s go elsewhere! The demons can’t possibly defend every town this well! Let’s go where there are no spellcasters!"

The opponent left about half of their corpses and immediately fled.

The young soldiers here were about to pursue when Isaac stopped them.

"Don’t chase."

Isaac sternly looked in the direction where the enemy was fleeing, "Compared to the two previous offensive waves we defeated, this batch has fewer numbers and weaker attacking desire. They might be trying to lure us out, then attack the town."

"Yes, captain!"

The young soldiers respectfully responded.

Then, the tape came to an end.

Annan, however, frowned deeply.

If he hadn’t misunderstood...

There indeed seemed to be a problem on Isaac’s side.

That dimly lit world, why does it seem like there are strong cognitive barriers between them?

Isaac and his men think the enemies are insects.

Yet those enemies think of them as a horde of demons...

Even though they could hear each other’s roars up close, they still didn’t realize they were of the same kind.

Annan frowned deeply, paused the tape, and took out another one.

This time it was "456"—like "357", it also had the number "5".

There wasn’t any logical reasoning, purely luck. Or rather, metaphysical.

Annan hoped to see some new information.

But it would be best if it was related to his last piece of information...

After a similarly long wait, Annan saw another world.

It was a lush primeval jungle.

But the jungle seemed a bit too "lush".

The size of trees and vines were more than five times the norm. Or perhaps it was the size of the people that had shrunk to the height of a can of cola...

And all these plants were alive.

Countless green seeds, swirling like lake algae, covered the sky like a storm.

—Those were plants "migrating".

A man whom Annan did not recognize and had never seen before, frantically tried to escape.

But the grass he passed through reached up to his neck. They continuously slapped him, trying to strangle his throat—the man struggled mightily to barely gain the upper hand against the grass leaves.

Just as he strained to sever a small blade of grass with the dagger in his hand.

From behind him, a vine soundlessly descended from above, wrapping around his waist.

Then countless slender willow branches penetrated his body. In a blink of an eye, the man’s body was drained, motionless.

The footage ends there.

Annan furrowed his brows, silently pulled out other tapes.

The commonality was that each scene in the tapes had an overwhelming "certain color". Moreover, no matter the scene, the content could be described as "apocalyptic."

After a long search, Annan finally found Ofelia in tape "789".

This confirmed to Annan that—different tapes must not be on the same timeline.

Because the place where Ofelia was, was a highly developed area, yet overwhelmingly covered in "gray".

Skyscrapers towering into the sky.

Vehicles rushing incessantly, even floating ships flying past from the horizon.

But unlike the neon-lit cyberpunk... this world was filled with "gray".

The sky had turned completely into rolled-up gray.

Even the sunlight was not dazzling, and one would not tear up even staring directly at it with naked eyes.

And everyone passing by on the streets, all were expressionless "humans".

Saying they were humans, but they were actually robots. Just iron beings wrapped in a layer of skin.

Ofelia stood at the street corner holding his Golden Harp, somewhat at a loss.

Everyone passing by showed no curiosity toward him. There was absolutely no "person" who came up to talk to him, not even a glance.

He first felt puzzled, then frightened.

He took off his hat, placed it on the street, and began to play and sing. But no one paid him any attention.

No one stopped, nor did anyone tip him.

Ofelia began to wonder if this was all an illusion.

He even boldly tried to deliberately stand in someone’s way.

But instead of passing by him, the person paused, a blue light flickered in their eyes as they attempted to find another path. When Ofelia blocked him again, the passerby respectfully bowed to Ofelia.

Then, that "passerby" quickly walked around Ofelia.

Ofelia stood still.

He held his harp, unsure of what to think.

A lone figure amidst a dense crowd, as if abandoned by the world—all the passerby were in shades of gray, only he had color.

He was silent for a long time, finally still picked up the Golden Harp that "could move deities".

He stood on the street, singing loudly and playing music with all his might.

No one looked at him, no one cared about him.

This was a possibility Ofelia had never thought of nor experienced.

Since he started learning music, he had lived among people’s adoration and praise. His own talent and achievements indeed matched such accolades. He even thought at times that the "sense of being watched" that came with his identity was superfluous, preventing people from hearing the emotions he wanted to convey.

Ofelia always believed that if he wasn’t a "Dennisiowa", his artistic achievements might be even higher.

—Until now.

That shocking feeling of being forgotten by the entire world made him long for that "sense of being watched" for the first time.

He played for a while, then silently crouched down, picked up his hat, and placed it back on his head.

All stores along the street were open.

Food and water were freely available—just that there was no living person, and no one willing to start a conversation with him.

In the gray town, the lone colorful poet played his harp, singing as he walked.

In this silent world, Ofelia relentlessly played his instrument, sang loudly, hoping to attract someone who heard his song to come to him. He used this method to look for people to interact with, searching for Isaac and Annan who had entered the nightmare with him.

But at this moment, the camera suddenly began to pull away.

Ofelia’s figure grew smaller and smaller.

First it was a street—after a stretch, it became an extraordinarily complicated Chongqing interchange. Stretching further, it turned into a steel town... and finally into a country, a continent, a planet.

That was a planet completely covered in "gray", silently desolate.

Apart from Ofelia, there was no one else in the entire world.