He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 57. The scientific name is the lower world, the stage name is hell

Lacia and the others knew about the concept of hell.

Come to think of it, it was Ian who told them.

When preparing for the Dawn Church, Ian felt that it would be quite difficult to start a church from scratch without any reference.

Therefore, I borrowed some theoretical framework from the mainstream sect in Yidian’s hometown.

Hell and heaven were thus recorded in the Oracle.

The concepts of heaven and hell are introduced at the beginning of Chapter 4 of the Oracle, Good and Evil.

Those who did evil in their lifetime will fall into hell after death, and suffer tortures such as tongue pulling out and abdomen cutting, being tortured by copper pillars and knife mountains, steaming, roasting and frying, etc., to repent for their past sins.

On the contrary, the good will ascend to heaven, always be by the side of the dawn, listen to the teachings of the dawn, and enjoy eternal peace.

Lacia and the others still remember this section very clearly.

After all, those tortures were so horrific that it is hard to forget them.

When Ian introduced each type of torture to them in detail, Lacia and the others once suspected that Ian had become mentally distorted and perverted because of the decline of the Phobos family.

After all, even the most vicious demons don't have such cruel punishments.

Therefore, the concept that hell is the destination of the wicked after death is still deeply rooted in people's minds.

And now, His Holiness Pope Ian Phoebus; the God of Dawn tacitly recognized by everyone.

At this time and place, with a serious face, he shouted "Let's go to hell!"

The shock it gave everyone was no less than when Markov said he wanted to take a mind flayer as a concubine, and moreover, it was a male mind flayer!

The scene fell into deathly silence for a moment.

After a long time, Lecia, who was the first to react, hugged Ian, not missing any opportunity to take advantage of him.

With a sad face, he pleaded:

"Master Ian! Why is it so? The Dawn Cult is about to become great, and the Phobos family will also regain its glory!"

"Over 8,000 people from both the Human and Wing tribes are waiting behind you for your brightest guidance! You must not commit suicide!"

As she spoke, Lessia was inexplicably stuck for a moment, then turned to say earnestly:
"At the very least, let me leave behind descendants for you and the great Dawn!"

Ian reached out his hand expressionlessly and tapped Lecia's face, ignoring the deformation of her delicate face, and pushed her away forcefully.

He then wiped the saliva from his palm with a look of disgust.

"I said it wrong. It's not hell, it's the underworld."

"Netherworld?"

Layal looked at Ian in some confusion, and the latter nodded slightly.

"Yes, the Netherworld is a dimensional world that exists in the MC world, although the scenery doesn't look very friendly."

"But the Netherworld produces many precious resources, which are treasures we desperately need, both now and in the future."

"Anyway, words are not enough. Just come with me and you'll understand."

After that, Ian didn't waste any more time explaining.

He took out the obsidian and started building the frame.

Speaking of obsidian, Ian remembered it clearly. In his hometown, this thing was just a common volcanic rock gem.

The main ingredient is silicon dioxide.

Its hardness cannot be said to be indestructible. Even the obsidian daggers and obsidian bracelets after processing are actually quite brittle.

But this thing has become one of the hardest minerals in the MC world, which is quite outrageous.

But Ian doesn't care about these things. When obsidian is mass-produced in the future, he will use it to build city walls.

The demon Leviathan is known as the city-destroying troll. There is no city in the world that they cannot destroy.

Ian wanted to see if Leviathan could break through the obsidian wall.

……

For most old Block players, building a portal to the Nether is something they can do with their eyes closed.

So, in the blink of an eye, Layal and the others saw a square gate with a thin layer of purple light curtain in the middle appear in front of them.

Spots of purple-black light floated out, revealing an ominous aura.

This thing...

Why does it look even scarier than the abyss crack?

In an instant, the hearts of Layal and the others, which had just been relieved, rose to their throats again.

Gripping his drawn sword tightly, Layar swallowed hard.

"Master Ian, are you sure we are really going to the underworld, not hell?"

Ian gave a sunny thumbs-up.

“It’s packaged!”

"How can the words spoken by His Majesty the Pope of the Dawn Cult be false?"

Layal thought for a moment and said quietly:

"A few days ago, when you sent the former Blackwater City defense forces to fight in the Monster Forest, you said that Dawn loved them too, and that you would personally welcome them back when they returned."

"Is there a problem?"

Ian asked back.

"Didn't they never come back? I can only say that Shuguang's love was too heavy for them to bear."

Markov quietly rolled his eyes.

"More than thirty soldiers divided into more than thirty groups to attack the Monster Forest... How could Dawn's love not be heavy?"

"Markov, you seem to have something against me."

"That's not the case, Master Ian. You will always be the sun in my heart." Ian glared at Markoff, then looked away and said:

"Stop talking nonsense, everyone take action immediately."

After saying that, without waiting for Layal and the others, he took the lead and stepped into the portal to the netherworld.

Seeing this, Leal and the others could no longer hesitate and comforted themselves in their hearts that Ian would never lie to them, his loyal old friends.

With the last bit of trust in Ian's integrity, everyone stepped into the portal one after another.

When the last Leal walked in, the Holy City of Dawn returned to peace.

……

Strong distortion.

From the moment they stepped through the door, Lyall and the others knew they had been careless.

It feels like the world is dizzying.

It was like being put in a washing machine and spun dry for over an hour.

If Layal and the others knew what a washing machine was, they would definitely describe it like this.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment.

Once you have your feet on the ground, the world stops spinning.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the pungent smell of sulfur made many people sneeze uncontrollably.

What followed was a red light and a rolling heat wave.

When he looked up, even the knowledgeable Layal was dumbfounded.

There was no sun, no distinction between day and night, and the sky was covered with inexplicable rocks.

The ground beneath my feet and the horizon beyond were all crimson, like rocks soaked in blood.

This is a sea of ​​magma, and on the sea of ​​magma are many white square ghosts that make shrill cat calls.

Finish the calf!
I still fell for Ian's trick!

If this place is not hell, then the abyss can be called the Garden of Eden!
Phryne stood beside Ian, her knuckles turning white from clutching his sleeve so tightly, and her lips slightly purple.

"Master Ian, didn't you say...this isn't hell?"

"Yup!"

Ian said seriously:

"The scientific name is the Lower Realm, and the stage name is Hell. But we theologists should be more rigorous. Using the stage name is too frivolous."

At this moment, everyone's last bit of trust in Ian's integrity was shattered.

Lyall, standing next to Ian, looked at the lava sea in the distance, then looked back at the portal.

Just a moment ago, they were still in the beautiful Dawn Heaven, and now...

Are we going to hell now?

Is this how the Oracle's statement that heaven and hell are only one step away should be understood?

"Master Ian, how about we go back and prepare first?"

In the end, Layal couldn't help but make a humble request.

Staying here really made him feel uncomfortable.

He would rather fight the demons than smell the smell of hell again.

"Are you really going back?"

A mysterious curve suddenly appeared at the corner of Ian's mouth.

Layal nodded repeatedly.

"What else? Master Ian... no matter how you look at it, this place is not one we can explore!"

The smile on Ian's face became more and more inexplicable.

"Even if there are countless gold veins here?"

"Of course! Even if there's...what's here?!"

When Layal realized what was happening, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Ian raised his hand and pointed at the block under the feet of Layal and others.

"A gold vein!"

The next moment, everyone lowered their heads and were immediately fascinated by the ore mixed with gold on the ground.

Seeing this, Ian sighed with regret.

"There are countless gold veins in the netherworld. I can't say I'm picking up gold just by walking, but it's close."

"There are other precious resources... I'm also thinking of helping you make a fortune, so that our Dawn Cult will never be short of gold."

After saying this, he pretended to turn around.

"Since no one wants to stay here, let's go back!"

The moment he turned around, Ian smiled secretly and began to count down:

"three two……"

"Wait! Master Ian!"

Layal grabbed Ian's arm and said with a determined look on his face:
"Master Ian, you are right. This is not hell at all. It is clearly the netherworld where treasures are hidden!"

As they spoke, Layal and the others simultaneously took out their diamond pickaxes, their expressions determined, their eyes filled with reflections of gold mines.

"This is not hell, it's real heaven!"

(End of this chapter)