Slash after slash landed on Little Watermelon, the stacking damage turning her directly into a cloud of blood mist. Mel had no mercy for something that wanted to kill him and was not human.
When the skill ended, Mel cautiously stepped onto the bridge paved with metal. He was worried the metal would not be sturdy enough and would send him sinking straight into the Sea of Death.
Fortunately, it held. He was not scorched to death and walked forward smoothly.
He reached the opposite shore of the Sea of Death.
An ancient, decaying aura rushed toward him. The city before him looked like ruins, yet its walls, which should have been made of stone...
As he continued inward, Mel found human skeletons. These bones seemed to have undergone some kind of change and gleamed with a metallic luster.
"Is this a city from the human world? What exactly happened here?"
Even more questions flooded Mel's mind. He had to find out.
"What era did this city belong to?" The farther Mel went, the more frightened he became.
The city still retained its appearance from before its destruction. These people had likely died instantly while doing whatever they had been doing, their skeletons preserved like sculptures.
Humans? Not quite. Humans should not have metallic skeletons. Even replacement bones could not possibly replace an entire body with metal.
This was a piece of history that had never been recorded.
Why did these things exist in hell? What was the relationship between hell and the human world?
He looked through the ancient city until he saw familiar Chinese characters.
It felt as though an invisible hand had seized Mel's heart.
Only the words "Research Institute" were still visible on the battered stone stele.
"Relics from the Carlos Era?"
Mel continued forward, but