Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 528: Depiction of Hell

In the direction of the hotel lobby, there was a huge stone wall.

The texture of the stone wall was almost white jade, and it was painted with colorful paint. It was a classic medieval painting, and the length was just enough to block the back.

When ordinary people stood in the hall, the first thing they saw was the stone wall, and then they could only see the stairs and elevators on the left.

The subconscious of a person would choose the object closest to them, and this stone wall used this characteristic to lead people to ignore the object on the right, so that they could hide the secret of the road.

However, when the three of them went around the stone wall, they found that there was indeed an elevator here!

"What the hell."

Constantine scratched his head and said with a face full of doubt, "There is actually another path here, but why didn't we find it after staying here for so long?"

"This is not your problem."

Lod sneered and reached out to wipe the stone wall. The dried paint on the surface fell off, revealing a part of the blood red color. He muttered, "There is a problem with this stone wall. If not for Naike Xiya's reminder, even I would have been fooled by it."

As he spoke, Lod pressed his palm.

Buzz.

Spiritual Power instantly burst out, using a very clever control to shatter the surface paint on the stone wall, but it would not hurt the inner layer.

As the paint on the surface peeled off bit by bit, the real scene of the stone wall appeared. It was a painting of hell painted with a large amount of red paint!

The scene of hell depicted on the stone wall was like an hourglass hanging down. From top to bottom, it was divided into thirteen layers, looking like a tower building that was built upside down.

In the collapsed tower building, there were countless ferocious and terrifying evil spirits on each floor, densely packed like insects and ants, crowded and piled up in those narrow and cramped space.

The techniques of the murals were quite outstanding. The pupils of these evil spirits were gray and lifeless, and their mouths were expanded to the limit. Only the skin of their bodies was left holding the bones, as if they had experienced unimaginable torture. They were as horrible as walking corpses!

Every floor of the collapsed tower building was used with special painting techniques.

There were different differences, such as burning flames, sharp spikes, bone scraping black wind, corrosive black river, and so on.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Constantine felt dizzy and even disgusted. There seemed to be an invisible force affecting his soul. He looked away from it and felt a little better.

Obviously, this painting was the culprit!

Not only could it shift people's line of sight, but the painting hidden under the surface could make people feel strong discomfort from the surface of the soul, so no one would approach the painting and find the hidden road on the right.

"I... recognize this painting!"

Constantine turned his head away, not daring to look at the mural again. He suppressed his discomfort and said, "This is the painting of Hell from Dante's Divine Comedy."

"Why is it here?"

Lod frowned.

However, this was a rather famous poem in Europe, and almost everyone had heard of it.

It depicted a person called Dante, a dream he had in the middle of his life, and it was used to criticize the rule of the Church through conversations between people like Purgatory, Heaven, and Hell.

And this mural in front of him was created by a famous painter based on the content depicted in the divine song, but the painting of the divine poem - Hell!

"This is a type of black magic."

Constantine's nose twitched, and then he clicked his tongue and said in disgust, "I can even smell a disgusting smell, which is very similar to the feeling of hell, but also a little different."

It was a kind of smell similar to hell. It was very similar, but different. Compared to the hell they were familiar with, the feeling in this painting was obviously more terrifying and strange!

"That Wilbur Wattley is likely to be a black magician." Constantine said, "I can swear on Gabriel that this painting of Divine Comedy is the real thing. The thing in the museum is fake!"

Whether it was real or fake was no longer important.

The key problem now was, what was the secret that Wilbur Wattley was trying so hard to use the special ability of this mural?

"No matter what it is, won't we know once we go over and take a look?" Lod's gaze was calm. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm getting more and more curious now. What secrets are hidden in this hotel?"

"Alright ---You're right."

Constantine shrugged and said, "But I have a hunch that the road on the right is not simple. The man named Wilbur must have defensive black magic."

"It doesn't matter."

Lod smiled gently and raised his hand to smash the priceless painting wall. Then, under Constantine's stunned expression, he said lightly, "No matter what magic he has hidden, he will not be able to stop us."

"Eh. You are considered to have destroyed a relic, aren't you?" Constantine looked at the rubble on the ground and felt a little distressed. A legendary item had been ruthlessly destroyed just like that.

"Then are you going to sue me?"

Lod glanced at him, then held Naike Xiya's hand and walked past the stone wall on the ground to the hidden elevator.

The corner of Constantine's mouth twitched, and he silently complained in his heart, "I dare to sue you, but who dares to interfere?"

"This is a good thing!" Constantine licked his lips excitedly and quickly bent down to pick up the scattered stone wall on the ground.

Although the wall of the painting was broken, the remaining murals and stones still had the ability to communicate with the spirit. It was very suitable to be used as the cornerstone of magic.

Constantine casually picked up a few pieces of murals and gravel. Seeing that the elevator door had opened, he did not bother to pick up the rest. He looked at them reluctantly and ran over.

"Hey, wait for me. Slow down!"

This was an old-fashioned elevator door. The interior was relatively spacious and could accommodate about six or seven people. The top was a dim oil lamp. The light shone on the faces of the three people, casting a shadow on them. It felt like a ghost movie.

After Constantine came in, the elevator door slowly closed. But strangely, they saw no buttons to choose the floor in this elevator.

Buzz Buzz Buzz.

The sound of mechanical gears turning rang, and the entire elevator began to move down slowly.

"It's actually going down"

Constantine's heart trembled slightly, and then she looked at Naike Xiya with some confusion. She asked, "Didn't you say that our target is the top floor of this hotel? But this elevator is going down."

Naike Xiya looked absent-minded and did not hear Constantine's voice. It was not until Lod asked again that she reacted. Her eyes looked at the elevator door, and a complicated look appeared in her eyes. "We did not go the wrong way. The top floor of the hotel I pointed to is going down."

"Below?"

Constantine was about to ask what was below when the old-fashioned elevator suddenly shook and then slowly stopped.

They had arrived at their destination!

Thump -

The rusty gate slowly opened under the gaze of the three people, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal.

The scene in front of the three of them was not the terrifying scene they had imagined, nor was it the terrifying weeping angel. Instead, it was a huge stone wall!

"Hiss -"

Constantine sucked in a breath of cold air. Looking at the familiar environment outside the elevator, he said in shock, "Damn it, why is this place exactly the same as above"

The structure of this place was exactly the same as the above. Even the location of the items was exactly the same as the above. It was as if someone had copied a completely identical scene from the hotel above!

"Here."

Naike Xiya took a deep breath. Her eyes were extremely serious as she said, "This is the real... Cassanova Hotel!"