Time flew by, and three days passed.
"Boss, it's only been a few days. Why did you drag me back to Hell again?"
Van Helsing said helplessly. It was nighttime in New York, and he had been about to fulfill the wishes of several beautiful fans and let them experience the love of an Angel. Then, with a turn of his head, Andrew had dragged him into Hell, filled with blood and the stench of sulfur.
Van Helsing was not the only one who had come to Hell. Soldier Boy and King Bowser were there as well. Only Galacta was absent.
Soldier Boy was Andrew's avatar and possessed Demon King level strength himself, but the enemy did not know that. As the saying went, if you were putting on a show, you had to go all the way. Naturally, Andrew had to pull him down here for some tempering so they could keep fooling the others.
As for Galacta, she was in the void, devouring World Fragments. She had not come this time.
"Are we not short on manpower? Once this battle is over, I'll send you back immediately."
Andrew said, "Soldier Boy, King Bowser, the same goes for you. Don't worry, it won't take long. This war will be a blitzkrieg."
"I don't care. It's not like I have anything else to do."
Soldier Boy shrugged. "An old man pushing a hundred has a generation gap with the modern world. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do."
Van Helsing looked at him with utter contempt. I'm several hundred years old and haven't said a word. You little brat who isn't even a hundred, what are you pretending to be so world-weary for?
"Killing Demons is a good thing. I just happen to be in a terrible mood