Mage Manual-Chapter 1465 - 1066: Think What You Want_3

"Besides, I will not lose my past self." He looked at Death Mad: "They will preserve my past."

"After going back, I will share my entire life with them, and they will link my distant past to the distant future." He said earnestly, "I won’t forget, I will just... temporarily not remember."

Death Mad glanced at him and calmly said, "Be careful."

Ash swiftly turned his body, dodging the sharp arrows and forked lightning piercing through everything from behind.

Behind him, two white foam balls had transformed into two Demigod Mages. Both of them were the long-range attack type, combining thunder with arrows, weaving an impressive yet deft magic offensive!

"There’s no time to linger any longer in the First Hell." Ash quickly fled from the murderous intent behind him, "The longer we stay, the threat of forgotten memories and The Forgotten becomes more severe... We must loot the most in the shortest time, without caring about waste on the edges!"

"Death Mad, I’m heading to the Second Hell now!"

Although they only looted about one-third of the First Hell, they had already raided the top three factions, and it didn’t matter if the smaller organizations were raided or not. Death Mad glanced behind and said, "Aren’t you going to deal with The Forgotten trailing us?"

"No need, just shake them off!"

A moment later, Ash saw a manor stronghold, and he immediately rushed down to use the manor to obscure The Forgotten’s sight, then raised his right hand and fiercely slashed the nail of his left hand across the eye mark on the back of his right hand, causing blood and the colorful mark to overlap!

The mark quickly expanded into a space rift, eagerly absorbing Ash into it.

Ash almost instinctively reached back to grab Death Mad’s arm and pulled her in. The next second, half of his body was sucked into the rift.

At this moment, a thunderous boom shattered the silence of Hell! From a great distance, the archer Demigod drew his bowstring to its limit, and in the slowly flowing time, the Thunder Technique Demigod imbued his arrowhead with Destruction Thunder Flash, capable of shattering all defenses. The strongest destructive magic and the fastest Divine Speed Technique combined seamlessly - a collaboration never achieved in life, but brilliantly executed after being forgotten.

The arrow was so fast it was invisible, leaving the sound far behind, as it carved a long trail of cloud waves through the air, shooting towards the space rift leading to the Second Hell. A mage is at their weakest when within a space rift; if the rift is damaged and disrupted, the collapsing space would sweep the mage into endless chaotic currents within.

The world was incomparably silent at this moment, the explosion hadn’t yet occurred, the loud noise was still behind, everything had yet to happen.

A cigarette appeared quietly in front of the arrow; it was a burnt-out cigarette, only a soft butt remaining. Compared to the Divine Speed Arrow charged with Destruction Thunder energy, it was like trash... or something to be tossed into the garbage can once snuffed out. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But the key was not the butt, but the two fingers holding it, and those fingers’ master. She casually flicked the cigarette butt, her movement as gentle as scattering smoke ash.

The Divine Speed Arrow shattered into countless fragments instantly, a deep crack suddenly appeared on the ground, the severed air fell in a waterfall-like cloud wave, as if the whole world had been cleaved in two.

In an instant, every breeze, every ray of light, every blade of grass, every stone in Hell, everything and all things, were gazing at the silhouette of Death Mad.

Yet in the next moment, the rift closed, the First Hell became empty once again, and the archer Demigod and Thunder Technique Demigod turned into a mass of white foam and were forgotten again.

Inside the Second Hell, Ash almost fell into the water upon arrival, but fortunately, he spread his Void Wings to stay airborne.

Looking ahead, it was all blue ocean, not a single inch of land. Like the First Hell, the Second Hell also had no sky. When Ash looked up, he only saw the ocean’s reflection, as if a ton of seawater was ready to crash down at any moment.

This was the Second Hell, the ocean.

Ash suddenly felt a lightness in his hand and turned to see Death Mad with her hands in her pockets. He paused slightly, realizing he had just touched Death Mad.

"Are the Demigod strongholds all within the ocean?" he asked.

"In the coming time," Death Mad said calmly, "you likely won’t have time to loot."

"What...?"

Gurgle, gurgle.

Ash looked down and saw countless white foams bubbling up from the clear sea, like patches of mold growing in the blue sea. Moments later, one Demigod Mage after another emerged from the sea, and countless Demigod creatures surfaced. Hundreds upon thousands of Hunters raised their heads, staring at the known entity in the sky.

Because the sky was a reflection of below, wherever Ash looked, he only saw cold and indifferent enemies on all sides. It was as if he was the enemy of the entire layer of Hell, with no direction to run to, no space to hide.

His heart sank bit by bit, feeling as if ice shards were forming in his blood. Handling one Demigod was easy, two was manageable, even three was possible, but against thousands of Demigods... this would be his burial ground.

"You can still sell your soul."

Ash turned to look at Death Mad behind him, realizing something, he asked, "I couldn’t have caused such a scene by myself... is it because of you?"

Death Mad hid her now-transparent hand behind her, calmly saying:

"Think whatever you want."