"Suren, this is bad! A large amount of black fog has appeared on the sea. Senior Bartolomeo says it's a volcanic eruption from Hell. It looks like we can't avoid it..."

"Yes, I know. That's a cursed space, unavoidable. Everyone be careful not to trigger anything after entering the space. I have a situation here, I'll deal with it and come over immediately."

"..."

Just as the black fog tide appeared on the sea, Suren's communicator also received information from the Eternal Night.

The same black fog was about to engulf the Eternal Night.

Now, Suren fully understood the conspiracy of those guys from the Celestial God Plane.

It now seemed that the strongest ability of this "Lord of Grey Mist" was this. His main body was the [Hell Ancient Dragon Kingdom] cursed space, and it could move.

The people from the Celestial God Plane had made a contract with this false god, offering Him ten thousand sacrifices in exchange for safe passage to the depths of the ruins.

At the same time, they probably also had the condition of having Him destroy the Dawn group, who had repeatedly caused them trouble.

The "Lord of Grey Mist" was not particularly strong in combat power among the false gods, but He was very difficult to deal with.

Because His main body was a "T-level" space.

[Hell Dragon Kingdom]

Detailed explanation: A T-level super-large cursed space where reality and illusion overlap; at the end of the Dawn Era, the Dragon God led the Dragon Clan and the Titan Clan's gods in a great battle here. After the battle shattered the plane, the aura of Hell formed this cursed space; the space is filled with chaos, death, despair, plague, and disaster, as well as a large number of high-level Hell creatures and undead; unless guided by the Lord of Grey Mist, don't expect to escape the space without god-level strength; the space has a strong aura of Hell that can pollute the human body and soul, eventually turning into a dead object of Hell. Spiritual energy absorption, food, and water will accelerate the pollution process; the black fog is like a mouth opened by the Hell plane, devouring all living beings in its path.

The grey mist stretched for dozens of miles without end, and it was unknown how large the coverage area was.

Normally, even a ninth-tier spatial mage could not escape this coverage area.

And this cursed space was one of the most unsolvable sources of danger in this sea area.

This was also the real culprit behind the destruction of Black Sam the Pirate King's crew.

Suren had heard the old Sword God Bartolomeo explain the situation in detail, so he immediately confirmed that this grey mist was the aura of Hell they encountered back then.

T-level space, impossible to escape without god-level strength.

This was almost a certain death situation for anyone in the Alchemic Plane.

However, Suren didn't look too flustered, after all, with the God King artifact [Ouroboros Ring of Time and Space], he could almost ignore any spatial restrictions.

Including this T-level space.

Instead, he thought of something else.

The higher the level of the cursed space, the more likely it was to have treasures.

This was a cursed space left over from the Dawn Era, the most prosperous era of alchemic civilization. It was still T-level, which meant that no living person had ever brought treasures out of the space. Needless to say, the treasures inside were extraordinary.

Moreover, the [Chalice of Fal] he needed was on Black Sam's ship, the Saint Mary.

He had previously thought it would be impossible to find, but wasn't this the perfect opportunity?

Since the cursed space wasn't a dead end, the danger also concealed opportunities.

...

...Suren looked at the approaching black fog and didn't dare to delay. He seized the time to gather as many people on the sea as possible.

Saving as many as he could.

On the other hand, the struggling Grey Mist Giant finally collapsed.

Pandora descended from the sky and landed beside Suren.

At this moment, her whole body was surging with divine power, and the enchanting red glow was like a knife, making people dare not look directly at her. She looked like she had "feasted" on something.

Suren asked, "Killed it?"

"No."

Pandora landed beside him and then restrained her aura, shaking her head.

She continued, "But I stole most of that guy's faith power, and now it's difficult for him to even condense a divine body. He won't have too much independent consciousness for at least a hundred years."

The "Lord of Grey Mist" was originally a consciousness formed from a trace of divine power in the cursed space. With the divine power stolen, the consciousness would naturally slowly return to its origin, meaning there was no threat.

At least, He wouldn't actively attack them again in the short term.

Speaking, Pandora looked at the tide-like black fog and frowned, asking, "What's going on with this fog tide? I don't feel good about it. There are very chaotic laws and divine power inside..."

Suren casually replied, "That's a cursed space."

With that, he briefly explained a few things.

Pandora looked slightly surprised as she listened, "T-level space?"

This was not good news.

She thought it was some kind of Shinto secret technique, but she didn't expect it to be a moving cursed space.

But in the next moment, she looked at Suren again, her beautiful eyes flashed, and the seriousness between her brows disappeared instantly. Instead, she asked with a slightly playful tone, "Then why aren't you running?"

Based on her understanding of Suren's character, a person as cautious as him wouldn't run away immediately unless he was sure of himself.

Suren ignored the teasing tone and replied, "It's too late to run. Besides, there's no need to run."

He had previously estimated the time. Ultra-long-distance instantaneous movement techniques took time, but the black tide would engulf them before that.

Suren added, "You go to the Little Void Realm first. I'll find a way here."

Pandora shrugged her shoulders, not asking why, and said lazily, "Okay. I need time to digest the divine power I just got anyway."

"Okay."

Suren didn't say anything more, and with a condensed black hole in his palm, he took her into the Little Void Realm.

Looking at the Miracle Legion around him on the sea, he teleported over and took them in as well.

Before long, the sky was filled with black fog, and the already dim night seemed to be covered with a layer of underworld filter.

Suren was drawn into the cursed space.

...

The light suddenly dimmed, but it was still the sea he had been on before. There were still many ships around.

This was a cursed space where reality and illusion overlapped.

The only difference from before was that the aura of Hell was now everywhere.

If the concentration of Hell's aura was only 1% before, now it was 99%.

Moreover, every breath of this concentration of Hell's aura felt like inhaling ice shards, giving a cold feeling from body to soul. It was also accompanied by a sense of dizziness as if the soul was about to leave the body.

"So it really is like this..."

Suren sensed for a moment and confirmed some of the information he had identified before.

...Hell was not a place for living beings to stay. Everything here leads to death.

But for him, the problem wasn't too big.

He didn't linger in place, sensed the location of the Dawn group, and with a pinch of a warlock's seal, he instantly appeared on the deck of the Eternal Night.

As soon as he landed, countless vigilant gazes looked over.

Seeing that it was Suren, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Bartolomeo had previously explained in detail the dangerous situation he had encountered, so the Dawn group was prepared. Now, the Eternal Night had erected a barrier to isolate the aura and prevent it from leaking. Everyone was also wearing special gas masks, which could greatly filter the aura of Hell.

The crowd: "Mr. Suren is back!"

Suren nodded and asked the solemn crowd, "How's the situation?"

Tani immediately responded, "The sea is full of undead monsters, no normal creatures. I tried to communicate with some sea creatures before, but not only did I not get any useful information, but I was attacked instead. Fortunately, only low-level monsters were attracted, and they were killed by everyone before."

Speaking of this, her mother, Friedel, also said, "Another worse situation is that the barrier cannot completely isolate our aura. After all, even the laws we used to create the barrier are from the plane of living beings, which is incompatible with the death of the Hell plane. The aura of us living beings will be like a beacon in Hell, drifting further and further... Low-level monsters are nothing, but I'm afraid of attracting those high-level existences. From the drifting wind, I have already sensed that there are many powerful auras in this space... There is also an ancient saying of our Naga clan, Hell does not welcome living beings."

The mother and son were currently the most perceptive members of the Dawn group, but in the cursed space, their perception was greatly limited.

They couldn't actively perceive, but could only passively obtain some information, otherwise they would attract monsters.

It was as if before the battle even started, their "eyes" had been blindfolded by the enemy, which was not a good start.

At this time, Bartolomeo also echoed, "Miss Friedel is right. This was the situation when we, the Black Sam crew, came in. At that time, we also had a top-level cursed object that could isolate our aura, so we thought we could hide it from these Hell monsters. But in reality, it could only hide it from low-level monsters. As soon as there was a trace of aura leaking, those high-level existences could smell it from a long distance. Once they were found, it would definitely be a monster above the eighth rank. Moreover, water, food, light, breathing... will all lead to distortion here. Even with gas masks, those Hell auras will seep in through our pores, leading to distortion. When we came in back then, someone was polluted and distorted on the first day, and more and more people were distorted later..."

As someone who had been here once more than twenty years ago, he had the most say in this cursed space.

All the members of the Dawn group on the deck listened with solemn expressions.

After all, the former Pirate King's crew had been wiped out here, and no one dared to be careless.

The more they listened, the more solemn the atmosphere became.

Gradually, the air seemed to freeze, and there was no noisy sound, only Bartolomeo's slow narration.

Someone asked, "Is there a way to get out?"

Bartolomeo didn't answer directly, but his expression wasn't optimistic. He continued, "From what I've learned over the years, this grey mist moves irregularly. As long as the mist drifts away, we can theoretically get out. But usually this grey mist may last for years or even decades. In this environment, humans can't last that long at all. Back then, our Black Sam crew lasted less than a month. Even without encountering monsters or distortion, the rejection of the Hell plane's laws would cause our souls to leave our bodies, completely turning into undead monsters..."

"..."

Hearing this, everyone's faces turned slightly pale.

Although this was a cursed space, it was actually a reflection of the Hell plane. No living person had ever been to Hell, and this fear came from instinct.

Bartolomeo wasn't trying to scare them, but he had buried the Black Sam crew here, so he told the worst-case scenario to prepare everyone.

Even though he was no longer the seventh-tier peak he was back then, and had stepped into the so-called "Sword God Realm", he still had no confidence that he could get out alive on his own.

...

As soon as Bartolomeo finished speaking, the deck fell silent.

Only the sounds of "huff", "huff", "huff"... could be heard.

These were the heavy breaths of the crowd through their gas masks.

However, just as everyone in the Dawn group was pondering solemnly, Suren and Chidori exchanged glances.

Not only did they not feel any surprise, but they also had a look of wry amusement.

This situation was the first time for others.

But not for them.

Back in the Land of Hidden Springs, the situation was almost exactly the same, except that the monster levels weren't that high.

Suren was now even certain that the Land of Hidden Springs was a plane in "Hell."

And he had been corrupted and distorted by the Yellow Springs aura before, so he didn't feel uncomfortable with the pollution of this Hell aura at all.

On the contrary, because of the complete laws that led directly to the higher planes of Hell, the ceiling was even higher, which made him feel that his realm had faintly broken through some shackles.

And Chidori was even more so.

Her way of the sword was originally the way of Hell, and the Third Release [Rakshasa] was also comprehended in the Land of Yellow Springs. The source of inspiration was the plane of death matter opposite to living beings.

Before, she had said that the Alchemic Plane made her feel that something was missing in her cultivation, but now she felt very good in this familiar environment of Hell.

Even people who didn't understand the way of the sword could feel that the sword intent on her body seemed to be subtly in harmony with the surrounding environment.

Neither of them were wearing gas masks, and their expressions were normal.

At this time, Suren saw that the atmosphere was too oppressive, and broke the strange silence with a smile, "Actually, the situation isn't that bad."

Hearing this, everyone looked over at the same time.

He then smiled and said, "I can get out of this cursed space."

The [Ouroboros Ring of Time and Space] was his biggest trump card at the moment, and even few people in the Dawn group knew about it.

Although it wasn't convenient to say it clearly, the oppressive atmosphere on the deck was obviously swept away as soon as these words came out.

Escape from the cursed space?

Although it sounded a little unbelievable, no one doubted it.

Everyone in the Dawn group had an almost blind trust in Suren.

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.

"Hahaha... Since Mr. Suren said so, it must be possible!"

"Oh, I was just thinking that going to Hell is fine, but my biggest regret in this life is that I'm still a virgin. It would be a pity to die like this."

"..."

In an instant, almost everyone became happy.

...Even Bartolomeo's turbid eyes flashed when he heard this.

He knew that the laws of this cursed space were ridiculously high. The Black Sam crew had tried various methods back then and concluded that it was impossible for anyone to escape.

Hearing Suren's words, he faintly guessed something, but he didn't reveal it. He just sighed, "The old man was overthinking it..."

Then a slight smile appeared on his old face.

Suren didn't explain much, but just said, "The space here overlaps with the outside world, which means that we are still heading towards our target sea area if we continue to sail west. There are no problems with the route."

Speaking of this, he paused and then smiled easily, "To think of it optimistically, even if we were sailing outside, it would still become more and more dangerous. In this cursed space, there are countless ancient treasures waiting for us to discover. If we encounter monsters that we can't resist, we'll execute Plan B..."

Hearing this, the atmosphere changed immediately.

From the tense atmosphere just now, it turned into anticipation for adventure.

As long as it wasn't a certain death situation, everyone had already prepared themselves for even greater risks.

And just as Suren said this, Dr. Banks brought good news.

He had been testing the composition of the air all this time, and now he had reached a conclusion. He interrupted and said, "The distortion of this Hell aura isn't too big of a problem either. Suren had a similar distortion situation before, so I developed that targeted anti-distortion potion... Everyone doesn't have to worry too much about the distortion problem in the short term."

Crowd: "Wow! Dr. Banks is awesome!"

Without the threat of distortion, and it wasn't certain death, the situation was completely opened up.

...

The captain-level meeting on the deck had just ended, and good news had spread throughout the Eternal Night.

With high morale, it seemed that all difficulties were no longer a problem.

Everyone in the Dawn group was busy at their respective posts, preparing for the upcoming fierce battle.

Because perception was limited, the Eternal Night didn't dare to sail at full speed.

Everyone also tried their best to restrain their aura to prevent it from leaking and being detected by high-level monsters.

The only one who was not affected was Crow.

The Death Herald was a Hell creature, and this environment was its home field.

It flew happily in the sky, providing the few visual guarantees.

On the deck, Suren, Chidori, Barrett, and other high-level combatants of the Dawn group were on full alert here.

Bartolomeo was still reminding everyone of some precautions, "If you encounter a monster, you must kill it quickly, otherwise, if you delay for too long, it will definitely attract more and more monsters. The Hell monsters in this space rarely have intelligence, but they are very strong in combat. Moreover, they have been corrupted by the aura of Hell, and some of their combat power is even more ferocious than before... When we, the Black Sam crew, first came in, we didn't know this, and we were entangled by an eighth-tier sea monster. Although it was eventually killed, the battle attracted too many monsters. We escaped all the way, and the leaking aura attracted more monsters all the way. That battle caused our crew to lose more than 30% of our companions..."

Everyone nodded frequently as they listened.

The Black Sam Pirates desperately fought hard here for more than half a month back then, and eventually their crew was wiped out here.

...But Bartolomeo brought out the valuable experience that had been tested with their lives.

Fortunately, there was this experience, which allowed the Dawn group to prepare too many things in advance. Otherwise, as soon as they entered the cursed space, they might have encountered big trouble.

"Sigh..."

Bartolomeo often sighed slightly as he spoke.

He didn't expect that he would come here again in his life, nor did he expect that his old bones could still help these younger generations.

Recalling the despair of the past, and then looking at the Dawn group full of fighting spirit in front of him, after all, each generation was stronger than the last.

He had said a lot about his experience, but it seemed that there was nothing to say. There were only two rules of survival here. First, carefully avoid monsters, and second, kill, kill, kill when you encounter them.

At this time, Bartolomeo looked at Chidori next to him again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to see something. He asked, "Are you about to break through?"

Chidori nodded normally, "Yes. The laws of heaven and earth here are much more complete than outside. I feel... my chance to comprehend the Tyrant Body and break through the eighth rank is coming."

Hearing this, the faces of the high-level combatants of the Dawn group all turned strange for a moment.

If they remembered correctly, Chidori had just fused the seventh-tier colony a few days ago, and now she had already touched the threshold of the eighth tier?

Suren wasn't surprised.

He also found that after coming to this cursed space, Chidori's aura was the only one in the entire group that didn't conflict with the environment. The high-level laws overflowing from the Hell plane gave her too many visible benefits.

Just like in the Land of Yellow Springs, Suren found that her way of the sword improved very exaggeratedly in the Hell environment. The Sword Saint realm and the Third Release talent were also comprehended at that time.

Thinking that this was probably because the mythical talent of [Rakshasa] was originally a legendary Hell god general, and after the Third Release, a special hidden talent bonus was developed.

Suren always felt that if this adventure in the Dragon Kingdom could be successfully completed, Chidori would probably become very strong.

However, while everyone was discussing and chatting on the deck, suddenly, the black crow in the sky cried out, "Gaa-gaa!"

Suren's pupils shrank, and he immediately reminded, "A very strong monster is attacking us!"

In an instant, everyone became alert.

The sky was grey and visibility wasn't high, but they could hear the sound of the wind, as if it was a big guy.

However, just when everyone hadn't seen the monster yet, the old Sword God Bartolomeo suddenly moved his ears and his expression suddenly became stern.

With a "clang" sound, the long sword at his waist was unsheathed, and without any hesitation, a sword aura was slashed out.

When Suren and the others came back to their senses and watched the sword aura disappear into the clouds in the sky, they saw two sections of a behemoth falling from the sky.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a giant dragon surrounded by black air?

The name of the "Dragon Hunter" was indeed well-deserved!

Moreover, this giant dragon was in very good condition, and its scales were shiny, indicating that it was not a mixed-blood flying dragon.

Suren was shocked when he took a look at the identification.

A... pure-blooded sixth-tier undead giant dragon?

He casually slashed out a knife, and he slashed a pure-blooded giant dragon?

The people on the deck also reacted quickly. A few steel cable woven fishing nets popped out, and they immediately captured both pieces of the dragon corpse.

Suren thought for a moment, and instantly understood.

This was the cursed space left over from the era of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom. Legend has it that it was an era when the Dragon Clan was strong, and pure-blooded giant dragons were all over the sky!

This was not a skeleton frame or anything like that, but a complete undead giant dragon.

"A death-type pure-blooded giant dragon... wouldn't this be perfect to use as my colony?"

Suren had originally wanted to find a death-type or dark-type giant dragon to refine into a colony.

But after inquiring about it in the Silver Dragon Kingdom, there was no clue.

He originally thought it would be difficult to find, but he didn't expect that the first monster he encountered here would be one?

Although the sixth tier was a little low...

But this space was full of death-type monsters, so why worry about not encountering a high-level one?

As long as this trip could be completed smoothly, not only him, but even the high-level colony needs of the other members of the Dawn group could even be completely satisfied.

At this time, Bartolomeo warned again, "Everyone be careful, there are a few more behind."

The members of the Dawn group also had serious expressions. They didn't expect that the opening dish for coming to this cursed space would be so big!

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