87_87643 Chaos, order.

On the plane map given by Victor, the multiverse exists in a structure that resembles a wheel or fruit bowl. The Outer Realm - A series of planes including Hell, Abyss, Heavenly Mountain, and Unrestrained Wilderness make up its outer ring, and the magic lines of the wheel shaft separate the different realms. The inner circle of the map is the outer realm that connects all the outer planes, marking the Gate City and other places that are more or less known in the main material realm, but if you have traveled to it yourself, you will know that none of them are in the right place - except for the most central city.

The entire map shimmers with a wonderful magical aura, and most of the areas can be magnified to further reveal the characteristics of each layer, and if you are lucky, you can even zoom in many times until you stop somewhere. The end point may be a sign of a portal, and its credibility is just as questionable.

This may be the route taken by a previous person on a plane journey. Considering that such routes are a bit more common in the Upper Realm, which worships goodness, the Lich must have used a lot of extraordinary means to complete the map to this point.

But this is still far less than what happens to the giant ship.

Morriel made a simple gesture, and the plane map suspended in front of him slowly rolled up, and finally quietly slid into the small cuff of the female mage, as if there was another space in it.

Will her journey add a memorable touch to the map? The Prison of the Swamp, the Exiled Abyss, the heavy clouds flowing above the first level of Castelli, and the rotting swamp below, are also shrouded in an oppressive and dim reddish, and probably the most experienced traveler cannot pinpoint which of the two is the true sky. Stars ranging in diameter from a few hundred feet to hundreds of miles in diameter moved and swirled, chaos pouring out of the deep darkness and soaking Caselli in unimaginable absurdity, all the while balancing with incredible power to prevent the stars from colliding or disintegrating away.

Any. Anywhere. Whether it's the prison suffocating hell of Bartow or the mad asylum of the mad sea, order and chaos are like two giants wrestling all the time. No one can achieve complete victory. They collide, repel, neutralize, and form the grand tides that drive the entire multiverse—like a mighty river carrying the ship of the world forward.

That's right, like the River Styx.

With the spin of the star in which Morriel is located. The River Styx seemed to be slowly sloping upward—the icy darkness of the turbulent soaking washed over the land and space, and even though it was still far away, even though the magic of the River Styx had been weakened by a considerable part of Casselli, the female mage could still feel the desperation and depression it bringed. It can lightly mobilize people's thoughts and even souls, so that the waves of the soul also rise and fall with the river, and they will be lost in it in an instant, becoming a small part of the Styx that melts all things.

"Looks like we're at an impasse in our dueling business, right?"

The succubus came behind the female mage, her wings flapping lightly to drive away the swarms of mosquitoes around her, and her brisk tone was as good as ever. "Be careful. The River Styx is dangerous. ”

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger. Moriel's answer stunned the succubus, apparently even if she had the ability to "know the language", she couldn't understand the meaning of the sentence at all.

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of Moriel's mouth, but he didn't let his guard down. Her psychic eye was radiating with the waves of the River Styx, looking for a needle in a haystack for the hidden opportunities in this vast waterway.

Dagulas, Alai, and Ger chose to retreat at the outset—and even then, the lightning-sharp Filgas slashed off one of the Teflins' sharp corners. They were never seen again, and even Morriel could not detect them, as if the gang had fled in a hurry, abandoning the game between gods and demons.

If only that could be the case. That's what the female mage was trying to do anyway. But Morriel was convinced that Dagulas must be watching her somewhere. In Casselli, a man's hatred swells at an alarming rate, seeping into every inch of rotting earth, every cold breath. The land of hatred and betrayal surrounds the exiles who were forced to come here. Lost in the senses, only a vicious resentment and despair are left in the clear.

There are quite a few dimensional portals to Carselli. Along the way, Morriel found several—but none of the doors allowed him to leave. So she had to make up her mind on the River Styx, which traversed all of Casseli and was not bound by any realm.

"Follow me. Morriel picked up another clue and pulled Kyro into flight, heading for another filthy orb in the distance that could almost reach the River Styx. The Iron Elf followed, leaping past them, and it would take less than half a minute to get into the gravity of the star, which was easier than crossing the street.

"Well, I'm really worried that sooner or later I'll fall into the River Styx. The succubus spread out his hands and complained to the little devil.

"Wings!Wings!You should practice using it a lot!" Pipsqueak chuckled.

After a lot of twists and turns, Morriel finally found what she was looking for, maybe.

A scrawny ferry boat floats slowly down the River Styx. The bone-like side of the ship cut through the oily black water, and a hideous figure faintly flashed in the thick fog, which was completely a scene that was rarely seen in a nightmare.

"Let me do it. The Styx boatmen are cunning and keen to torment passengers for fun, and it takes a lot of energy to deal with them. The succubus warned softly.

"Look, what do I see? a mobile brothel?" the creature crouching alone in the bow of the boat grinned and let out a lewd laugh. It had more space on the boat not because it was the most powerful, but simply because nothing but the buzzing mosquitoes and flies wanted to smell the stench of decay all over its body.

"I admire the politeness of other people. Those gentlemen are still putting up with you, not kicking you off the boat, telling you to take a good shower and climb up. The succubus's eyes flickered, but the words he said were like knives: "Hybrid, if you continue to be proud of the disgusting Kass demon blood in your body, I'm afraid you'll have to find a rotting dung monster as a girlfriend." ”

There was a vicious taunt from the ship, like a punch to the back of the half-demon's head. The muscles in its legs tensed, its fly-like face twitched, the sharp corners of its nose quivered, its jaw opened involuntarily, and a stream of saliva trickled down its dark teeth onto the boat.

Morrill quickly prepared a spell that would send the thing flying far away as soon as it jumped ashore. She really had to admire the succubus's tricks now. There are seductive hints in the air. Even if they did do get involved with the flies, no one else would interfere. I can't guarantee that I have to applaud those scaly legs desperately.

"Enough, I told don't let your saliva stain my ship. The boatman's words blew like a gust of wind, effectively freezing the noisy passengers on board. He propped himself up with a pole of unknown material in his hand. The wooden boat easily glided a long distance and came to Morriel and the others.

"You want to get on the boat too?" the boatman was wrapped in a gray robe, which was like another pole. Two orange flames danced in the shadows under the dirty hood: "I'm sorry, it's full." If you don't mind, I'll come back and pick you up when I send this class to the place...... Of course, this requires some reasonable remuneration. ”

"You will be satisfied, Mr. Captain. The succubus smiled: "It's just that we have limited time...... Maybe we can pay us more reasonably so that you can find a few vacancies for us right now?"

The boatman shook his head slowly. "As I said, it's full. Your seduction methods have no effect on me, succubus. Don't hit the guys' ideas either. I have collected the money and it is my duty to take them to their destination. I must go, or I am afraid that I will soon see a jealous war on my ship. ”

"Filgas. Morrill squealed softly. The lightning sparkled out of its fingertips, and the half-demon wrapped its chains around the bow of the ship, and the lightning shattered the swarm of flying insects that surrounded it, causing it to leap from the burning pain—and the female mage flung the chains like a whip, and the large humanoid fly fell into the River Styx with a scorched stench, and was immediately swallowed up by the surging black water.

The Iron Elves also appeared on the ship with the afterimage of electric light. Her work can be described as a sickle in the wheat harvesting field, and she is undoubtedly a diligent and strong farmer who holds it. Just had a delicious meal with roast turkey. The deck of the ferry hadn't even had time to get much blood on it after the end of the day, and considering that was a chill in the face of her efficiency.

It wasn't until Filgas reflexively jumped back to shore that the boatman cautiously lowered his claws and lifted his defensive stance. Morrill took a few steps forward and raised his hand as a formal greeting. "I think your responsibility for them has been lifted. Captain. Can you pick us up now?"

The boatman laughed. A mouth full of yellowish fangs is exposed. He kicked away a severed hand with a yellow-green nail at his feet, and his attitude made a 180-degree turn: "Of course." Ladies. As long as you are stronger than others, you can leave Casselli...... This is the truth of the plane. ”

In a shallow area overgrown with tangled shrubs and moss, Alai turned his head, and in his throat came a roar that only a mad beast dancing on red-hot coals could have. "They're gone, Dagoras, how long are you going to wait?"

Dagulas glanced at him disappreciatively.

"Calm down, Alay. Seth is finished, and we're no match for them right now. Revenge is a cup of sweet brew that grows mellow the longer it gets, and only those who are patient enough are qualified to taste it. Didn't you see that a qiē was going according to my plan?"

"you, plan. They're leaving, we're waiting, you like, dogs are following behind, your business, I'm going to-

"That's enough!" Dagulas's pupils constricted, and she seemed to be congested, "whatever your stupid mind with a high fever doesn't go away." I have the final say on what to do, and if you are not satisfied, you can report me. Maybe there's a red-hot iron that burns your ass, and you're going to scream. ”

She approached Alai and stared at him viciously, unoblivious to the flames exploding on his robes: "Recognize your worth, idiot. She was able to make you lose your eyes and tongue when she was a red-robed apprentice, and now she's an archmage who has stepped into the realm of legends, and is on the radar of the gods! What do you think is the ratio between the possibility that you will succeed in taking revenge and that she will chew you up and spit you into the River Styx?"

"The opportunity to deal with her will come soon. But you have to learn to take chances, not mess it up every time. After a pause, Dagulas's tone softened a little, "We are grasshoppers on a rope, and there will never be a super-construct that will come out for us. So listen to me—we're in the same boat, okay? Gehr, is the boat coming?"

The Teflin men clutched their foreheads, gazing hatefully at the Black Tide of the River Styx.

"It's almost there, Miss Dagulas. ”

The River Styx gradually widens. The stars of Caselli hung overhead, like a series of dying moons. The damp cold wind blew from behind, and from time to time there was a wave of white waves like small flowers decorated on the black gauze on the river surface due to the undercurrent, and the foam that gathered into a pile quickly burst again, which cast a lingering sadness on the journey. The ferry was unusually steady, and Morriel could hear the faint cries of the waves rubbing against the hull—as if it were not the currents that carried them forward, but countless wailing souls.

"It's a blessing to have met a professional like you. My last trip to the River Styx was so bad that I couldn't look back on. ”

The boatman ignored the succubus's compliments, in fact he ignored her at all. The withered hands manipulate the penny like an arm, and with a single stretch it can go far - Morriel could not see through the Styx, but he was sure that the depth of the water was not as simple as the length of a pole.

I guess this guy made up his mind to watch us kill his last patrons from the start. How about putting some pressure on him, saving him from being there and wondering what to do with us...... He seemed to take us a little too long.

A few minutes after receiving the succubus's psychic message, Morriel continued to look away.

"Where does this door lead?" asked the mage as the wooden boat navigated the vast expanse of clouds on the River Styx that were constantly changing in the wind but never dissipated.

"Huh?" the boatman glanced at his yellow eyes. "That doesn't matter, ma'am. And I have to warn you...... Just to dispel misconceptions: as a Riversider, I live by my work ethic and have at least a much better reputation than Tanali. ”

The succubus wrinkled his nose with his back to the boatman and grimaced with disdain.

"If it causes you unpleasantness, then I apologize in advance. But I must point out that it is the bad habit of most mages to like to get to the bottom of things, and to want to see everything in their grasp. The boatman continued, "Everyone has their own place in the multiverse and acts according to the laws of the multiverse itself. Some rules can be recognized, but all laws need to be followed. In this way, we can get the maximum benefit within the controllable risk range, and the river will guide us, not swallow us. It's good to leave the professional work to the professionals...... Why should we care which hoof a driving horse takes first?"

It seems that any creature from the lower realms, orderly, chaotic, or neutral, all have one thing in common: eloquence.

"You must be a manager, right?" the succubus gave up trying to curry favor with the boatman, holding his chin in a mock.

Conversation is effective in banishing boredom and facilitating the passage of time, even on the River Styx. The boatman seemed to speed up a little, I don't know if it was because of the female mage who could see through the portal, or the steel elf - she didn't move, she didn't say a word, and her two strange and beautiful red eyes were always staring at the boatman, like a Venus wrapped in a blade.

It is said that the Riversiders are the only creatures who truly know the secrets of the countless tributaries of the River Styx, and there seems to be some truth to it. Before Morriel knew it, the wooden ship suddenly crossed the boundaries of the plane in the red shadow cast by an asteroid.

The smoke was immense, and the gray water surface followed the gray sky. There was no wind, no sun, and even the mana of the enchanted ring became stagnant in this vast indifferent grayness.

Morrill frowned, looking into the emptiness and oppressive distance. Although the vision is full of lifeless gray...... But there was a ship floating over there.

1. Slag.

2. It turns out that I have been following in the footsteps of the incomparable gentleman, artist and gentleman Buterin Cavendis