บท 724: Hell (1)

"Aah!"

Within the transport tunnel which glowed red, a large number of black arms held Mystoca in a death grip. The immense force pulled him swiftly toward the other end of the tunnel.

"No!" he screamed with terror.

"Bam!"

Mystoca felt as if he had broken through a thick obstacle and entered a narrow dimension with a thick texture and huge resistance.

He did not even have the time to look around when he felt layers upon layers of weakening arcane arts raining down upon him. His resistant skin was weakened to an unimaginably weak state.

This was akin to thinning steel into tofu.

Mystoca attempted to fight back, but he barely moved a muscle when a mass of radiant red light enveloped him.

"I'm pleased to meet you." A big and strong man with many black arms appeared behind him. He was staring at him with a smile.

Mystoca opened his mouth to speak, but the black arms reached into his mouth as soon as it opened.