The Rise of the Black Plain
chapter-2785

A few months later...

Minos had fought another three times after conquering the third of his domains, and now he had a total of five territories, with the first two of them connected.

One of the opponents he had faced in recent months was another like he had been months ago, a newcomer in Hell, who was in search of his first territory. Consequently, killing such an opponent was of little benefit to Minos.

But the other two against whom he fought, left lands that Minos soon conquered, absorbing more of the black liquid and becoming stronger.

While 3 territories under his powers were enough for him to advance over 4,000 years of cultivation in just a few months, he would need 10 new domains to reach what was necessary to reach level 120. He even believed that reaching level 121 would cost him over 25 new domains and reaching level 122 would be more than 100.

This was a journey that would become increasingly complicated, despite the possibility of rapid growth at the beginning. Understanding this made Minos realize how misleading his growth rate could seem today.

Most of the domains in Hell were definitely led by peak-level Supremes and low-level True Celestials. If he wanted to grow fast in Hell, he would have to face that kind of opponent, something unrealistic for the current him.

He understood how difficult it could be to grow past a certain level in Hell and wasn't fooled by the possibilities of the place.

Even so, he still didn't know how to leave Hell and he still had to find his women. After one more conquest, he moved on with his journey of expansion.

...

Minos was traveling through the vast Hell another day.

Traveling through Hell was a tiring experience. The views didn't change much, even after days of travel. The temperature was almost always the same and there was no day or night. There were also no seasons, which even made it difficult to identify the passage of time.

Minos had a very good understanding of the laws of time, so he understood well how much time had passed since he entered this place. But someone like his wives might think that only a few weeks had passed, when in fact almost two years had passed since the end of the test in the Mirror Dimension.

In any case, Minos was not going to let himself get bored. As his journey developed, he absorbed more energy from Hell, continually raising his strength. Meanwhile, his guardians were very reliable and kept the journey unsurprising for him.

That, at least, was the case until this afternoon.

As he stood with his eyes closed, breathing in the ambient energy and transforming it into a part of his soul, Minos suddenly felt his Hellhounds stop abruptly.

He almost overbalanced inside the carriage, opening his eyes and looking out of the vehicle with an already serious look on his face.

Minos quickly found the source of his guardians' unexpected halt, a black, needle-sized crack just 12 meters away from them.

His eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows knitted into one.

"Banishing Ritual? Someone is trying to expel from their plane a soul that has escaped from Hell!" Minos muttered on seeing such a phenomenon for the first time.

Qhava had warned him about his duties and how he should deal with fugitives if he came across a situation similar to this.

Faced with that crack, the attempt from the side trying to return the fugitive soul to Hell, Minos didn't hesitate to fulfill his responsibility!

As much as he had his own selfish interests and wasn't controlled by the greed of the Drops of Hell or the Hell Crown, he felt a genuine desire to make Hell work as it should.

Hell was not a pleasant place. Hell's controllers were not nice people to be around. But the function of this component of reality made sense to Minos. Even if he didn't know the whole truth, he was already determined to fulfill his role.

When he summoned his crown, darkness covered Minos' figure, making him 10 times more menacing, while something like a trident appeared in one of his hands.

His chariot was transformed into a vehicle of war, and black armor was molded around the Hellhounds.

Darkness escaped from these essences as if it were something physical, staying behind as they began to move again.

Minos pointed one of his hands towards the black crack, connecting it to his powers, quickly increasing its size until it became a portal large enough for him to pass through.

Minos drove forward in his diabolical war chariot, carrying the darkness of Hell with him as he passed through the portal.

This was not a journey that would allow him to explore other universes and possibilities. This wasn't how he could escape Hell. That was a special method for hunting down fugitives, something that wouldn't last more than a few moments and he would be forced to return to Hell again.

Minos was fully aware of what was ahead and crossed the barrier of space in front of him, seeing himself pass through a starry sky, until he entered what appeared to be a large training hall.

Candles and ritualistic symbols stood around the area where he had arrived, where two humanoid figures stood in front of a spectral creature, which screamed in hatred while bound by semi-transparent chains made of a unique energy.

Minos looked at the three individuals, and they all looked at him.

The two who seemed to be fighting the spectral being lowered their heads and avoided looking at Minos, while the spectre screamed in horror, trying to break free at any cost.

Minos raised his weapon in the air, and generated a suction force against that existence, forcing it to slowly fly towards his chariot.

However much that being had escaped from Hell, it was many times inferior to Minos.

"You will suffer greatly for this, fugitive." He said in words that only the spectre understood as solid black chains surged around his body, taking him to the back of Minos' chariot.

Minos took one last look in the direction of the two individuals standing there, noticing the essences of these beings.

'Interesting. They are much weaker than this spectre, but they have managed to initiate the banishment of this existence.' He looked at the rat-faced man and then the black-haired boy, apparently human.

'This one has a black mark on him. I'll remember that.'

Minos felt his time running out and soon something supernatural called him back to Hell.