Chapter 1701: Divination Result

Ironynth was a vast, ever-shifting labyrinthine city of burning black iron. It was a place where reality bent, and navigation was nigh impossible. Ruled by a powerful devil, the city reflected his mind. It was constantly changing, oppressive, and filled with surveillance, deceit, and cruel justice.

The city was densely packed with factories, slums, prisons, and workshops, producing endless weapons for the Eternal War that took place in the level above, the First Layer of Hell.

Ironynth was a paradox. It was infinite, yet claustrophobic. It was chaotic, yet orderly. Its streets, buildings, and layout constantly rebuild themselves, making maps utterly useless and travel very dangerous.

To summarize, Ironynth was a nightmarish industrial hellscape. It was an ever-burning, ever-changing prison of iron, paranoia, and suffering.

His name was Govax.

In one of the countless iron buildings within the city, he stood before a forge, hammer in hand. The fire burned hot, filling the room with heat. Sweat ran down his scaly face, but he did not stop. He brought the hammer down on the anvil again and again and again.

The metal glowed bright orange under each of his strikes. Sparks flew and died on the floor. Govax adjusted his grip and kept going at a steady pace.

A moment later, an imp barged through the door, a look of panic across his face.

Govax struck him with a backhanded slap the moment the imp approached. "How dare you disturb me!"

"Ahh, Master! Word from the Diviner! Word from the Diviner! Bad news! Bad news!"

Imps were vicious devils, but they were among the weakest devils in the infernal hierarchy. No one truly respected them, especially in a plane like Hell where strength was everything.

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On the other side sat another devil whose appearance was similar to Govax’s. The only difference was the skin color, which was white.

He had been the one to make the previous divination about Tron. And now, he had made another one through smoke and blood.

Although Vornak couldn’t fight, his divination abilities were great. It was something that Govax depended on. As such, he was treated far better than his other subordinates.

Vornak slowly shook his head. "No."

Enraged, Govax grabbed a pitcher of wine kept on the table beside him, and hurled it at the Diviner.

Govax inhaled deeply, trying to contain the raging emotions growing in his heart. Seeing his Diviner’s composed look, he calmed down a little.

Vornak’s piercing red eyes looked at the devil. Then he said in a low and even voice:

Govax’s eyes slightly widened. "Coils?Coils!"

"I know what it fucking means!" Govax screamed, trying to find another item to hurl at his subordinate. But he found nothing nearby, so he simply clenched his fists in fury.

"Wasn’t this supposed to be a lesser world in the Outer Universe? So then, where did a dragon come from? And what’s this about a wolf? What the fuck is happening?!"

The sheer number of serpents he had seen in his vision could only mean one thing. They pointed to a place in the spirit world, one filled with mystery.

Govax snapped toward him, crimson eyes glaring. "What was that?"