Somewhere in Main World Hell, a glowing mouth suddenly appeared. Before the nearby demons could come over to investigate, it exploded with a thunderous boom. A violent wave of positive energy swept through the area, burning countless demons straight to ash.
The few surviving demons looked utterly bewildered. They had been drinking, singing, and fooling around with succubi. How had the world suddenly ended?
Inside the Small Space, Andrew frowned and asked, "You're clearly a Demon King from another world. Why can you use the power of this world's Hell?"
"Because I'm strong enough."
Marcus declared proudly, "This world's Hell invited me to become a new Demon King, so I have the same basic authority over Hell as the local Demon Kings."
That was only authority, though. To use Hell's power, one needed either territory in Hell or sacrifices. That was a fundamental rule, and only the Lord of Hell was exempt.
So it really is a backlash caused by me. Looks like I'll have to defeat Hell's resistance before I can assimilate it. Not a big problem.
Andrew understood the situation now. He said, "Even if you can use Hell's power, that doesn't give you the right to run wild in this world. I'll drive you out for good."
"You?"
Marcus sneered. The blood he had gathered earlier broke through space and collected behind him. Then he clapped his hands together, and the blood rapidly transformed into a Demon Giant over a hundred meters tall, its muscles bulging as it roared at the sky.
That roar shook the entire space. Fortunately, it was inside the Small Space. Otherwise, who knew how many buildings in Manhattan would have collapsed?
"Whoa!"
Looking at the Demon Giant inside the Small Space, the viewers couldn't help swallowing nervously. Americans had always believed that