The Monster Crawled Back from Hell

"Very good! It seems you've put thought into choosing a host for me. I really like this guy's soul. Take him back to Earth and prepare. When the time is right, that will be my time to descend!" After an unknown amount of time had passed in agony, Al Simmons ' soul was completely transformed, and the voice of the Hell Demon King rang in the Shapeshifting Demon's ears.

At this point on Earth, time had long since passed since Al Simmons's immediate death. The Shapeshifting Demon moved Al Simmons's body and guarded it day and night, fearing any unforeseen events. After all, this was the physical body of their own boss, Earth, and it concerned their very lives!

At this moment, upon hearing his boss's voice, the Shapeshifting Demon could finally breathe a sigh of relief, especially after noticing the changes in Al Simmons' body.

Al Simmons's shattered head healed, but his appearance didn't recover; instead, it worsened, making him even more hideous than Hell Demon...

If Wade were here, he might ask, "Who's uglier, me or Al Simmons?"

The answer, surprisingly, was that they were neck and neck!

However, such an appearance is nothing to Demon, since apart from Succubus, there are very few beings in hell that look like humans...

"This is... the Demon King's Human Vessel?" Constantine's eyes flickered slightly as he observed everything from the shadows. He had been keeping a close eye on the Shapeshifting Demon for some time now. Thanks to his countless encounters with Demon and the fact that most of his abilities were used for self-preservation, even the Shapeshifting Demon, who was also skilled in stealth, had not been able to detect him.

Constantine was somewhat shocked. He had thought he had found a Demon who might become Demon King, but he hadn't expected that this Demon would prepare a Human Vessel for the Demon King, even though this Demon King Human Vessel was not yet fully mature.

However, judging from the state of this Demon King Human Vessel, he is not far from being fully mature. That day will be the day when the Demon truly descends upon Earth, and in its full form!

Constantine knew all too well just how powerful a Demon King could be, especially Demon King who could hold his own in Hell—that would be an absolute catastrophe for Earth!

The Demon King on Earth who rise to power by devouring their companions are incomparable to true Hell Demon King!

"Should I notify Kamar-Taj? This is no small matter. But where did I put the two Magic Book I stole from Kamar-Taj last time? If they're not returned, will I get beaten up if I go there again?" Constantine subconsciously wanted to contact Kamar-Taj, but hesitated for a moment, his mind in turmoil.

In this world, there is not only one path to magic. In fact, if a god gathers his power into a single divine force and then condenses it into a spell for believers to use, that can also be considered a form of magic.

Constantine and Kamar-Taj do not practice a single type of magic, although the best practitioners of both systems often acquire magical power through theft, deception, and robbery...

However, although their magical systems are different, they can still learn from each other. Constantine felt that the style of the Sorcerer Supreme Kamar-Taj, who had lived for countless years and was still pretending to be young, was quite similar to his own. So he had visited Kamar-Taj a few times and took away a few Magic Book to learn from.

Unfortunately, Constantine's skills were still lacking, and his theft of the Magic Book was discovered. Although the Sorcerer Supreme did not hunt him down to the ends of the earth, the other sorcerers of Kamar-Taj were certainly at odds with him.

So even if Constantine were to report news of the Hell Demon King to Kamar-Taj, he would most likely be beaten up by Kamar-Taj's people first!

"Should we look for that guy? I suspect he's capable of fighting against some of the best High-level Demon, like the guy who helped the Hell Demon King create Human Vessel. But the real Demon King? That might be a bit of a stretch. However, the Demon King Human Vessel isn't fully mature yet, so maybe we can give it a try. Anyway, I won't be the one who suffers!" Constantine thought for a moment and decided not to go to Kamar-Taj for now. At least until he found those two Magic Book and threw them into that nook and cranny, it was better not to go there.

Constantine quietly located the location of the Demon King Human Vessel, then left. He then used Tracking Magic to draw upon Robet's presence from his memories and began searching for Robet's whereabouts.

After Constantine left, the Shapeshifting Demon, seeing Al Simmons's resurgence, also hid in the shadows and did not show itself, because Al Simmons still needed a final push to break his heart!

"Huh? I'm not dead? What's going on?" Not long after the Shapeshifting Demon left, Al Simmons slowly woke up, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at his hands. Al Simmons had no memory of what had happened in Hell, but he had a feeling that something had appeared inside his body.

"Crack! Crack!" Before Al Simmons could react, his arm suddenly transformed into a jet-black claw, surging with terrifying Demon power.

"WTF?!" Al Simmons cursed, but when he came to his senses, the black claws had vanished, as if everything that had just happened was merely Al Simmons's illusion!

"Go home! Yes! I want to go home, I need to go back and see her first..." Al Simmons had no idea what was happening to him. He rushed out in a panic. He wanted to go home. He didn't want to think about revenge or why he had been resurrected for the time being. All he wanted now was to go home!

"Ah!"

Oh my god!

"Holy crap?!"

When Al Simmons rushed into the street to find his way, the passersby were startled by his appearance and instinctively moved away from Al Simmons, their eyes filled with astonishment and suspicion, because Al Simmons looked absolutely hideous!

If Wade were here, he would definitely empathize, because he had just returned and suffered similar treatment. Their treatment wasn't just about being ugly; it was downright disgusting and frightening...

However, Al Simmons ignored the reactions of those around him and showed no intention of stopping. All he wanted now was to get home as soon as possible and see his wife; it was just one of his obsessions since his resurrection!

However, to Al Simmons' surprise, as soon as he returned to his front door, he saw a familiar car—the same car his colleague and friend Terry owned. This made Al Simmons instinctively stop, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart...

Al Simmons cautiously approached the car, wanting to confirm something, only to see his own ugly reflection in the car window. Al Simmons finally understood why people on the street reacted so strongly to seeing him.

"This is me? How did I become like this?" Al Simmons was momentarily unable to accept it. Although he wasn't exactly handsome before, he was at least human-like. But now, he could only be described as a monster.

"Could it be that what I saw before wasn't an illusion? Is there really something within me that allowed me to be resurrected?" After a long while, Al Simmons slumped to the ground, looking at his arm with a dazed expression.

In Al Simmons' somewhat dazed vision, his arm seemed to transform into Demon's claw again, but Al Simmons no longer reacted much; he seemed somewhat numb...

"Ugh, what are you doing? We're about to leave, why won't you leave me alone? Are you planning to play the second half?" Just as Al Simmons was slumped there numbly, he heard a familiar voice. It was the voice of his beloved Wanda Black, the one who had given him the strength to crawl back from hell.

But Wanda Black's words jolted Al Simmons Tso Su his numb state.

Even when he saw Terry's car, Al Simmons only had some doubts and still held a glimmer of hope. However, after seeing his own face, he found it hard to accept and became distraught, too afraid to go in and see his wife, Wanda Black...

But upon hearing this voice, a surge of rage welled up within Al Simmons. His body began to deform continuously, and chains materialized from his flesh, swinging wildly!

Al Simmons looked towards his home and saw his beloved wife Wanda Black kissing his friend Terry. Their hands were unconsciously stroking each other, and they were right in front of his own house!

With a "crack!" sound, Al Simmons seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking. As his heart shattered, it was as if a ball of angry flame replaced his heart and burned fiercely.

With a loud crash, the chains swung by Al Simmons smashed Terry's car to pieces!

"WTF?!" Terry exclaimed, snapping out of his passionate kiss with Wanda Black. He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, only to find his car smashed to pieces, and next to it, an ugly monster covered in chains was glaring at him, which startled him.

"Watch out! Stand behind me!" However, Terry was also an experienced agent. He shielded Wanda Black behind him, drew his pistol, pointed it at Al Simmons, and shouted in a deep voice, "Hey! Listen, I don't care what kind of monster you are, you better get away from here! Otherwise, I won't be polite!"

"I won't hold back! Hahahaha!" Al Simmons was initially furious upon hearing Terry's words, but seeing Terry protecting Wanda Black behind him, Al Simmons felt a pang of sadness, and his initial intention to teach the two a lesson vanished instantly.

Al Simmons vanished in a flash, startling Terry. He thought Al Simmons was about to charge at him and instinctively fired a few shots, but all of them missed...

"Why do I feel like I know him so well!" Wanda Black muttered hesitantly as she watched Al Simmons disappear from the spot. "He looks a bit like Al..."

"Are you kidding me? That's clearly a monster! Besides, El's been dead for a month, Jason Wynn personally reported his death. How could it be him?" Terry quickly shook his head in rebuttal, then pulled out his phone again. "No, we'd better report this kind of supernatural event. Who knows what this thing really is?"

Meanwhile, after leaving his own doorstep, Al Simmons became increasingly unable to control his emotions. The chains binding him twitched incessantly, as if he wanted to violently destroy everything around him.

A flame of revenge burned in Al Simmons ' heart. It was all Jason Wynn's fault. If Jason Wynn hadn't killed him, he wouldn't be in this state now. Not only had he become a monster, but he had also lost his wife, who was none other than his best friend!

If Al Simmons, in his soul form, had known this outcome, he probably wouldn't have agreed to sell his soul to be resurrected...

"Ah!"

"Help!"

"Monster!"

On the street, cries of alarm rang out. Faced with Al Simmons, who had begun to turn completely Demon, no one dared to stay on the street and fled in panic.

"Hey! Sir, who are you? Are you conscious? Could you please stop? Otherwise, I might have to use firepower to suppress you!" A short while later, a figure flew above Al Simmons and shouted loudly at Al Simmons.

"Iron Man?" Al Simmons looked up, his remaining sanity allowing him to recognize the Mecha in the sky. However, Al Simmons didn't really care about Tony Stark; he wanted to find Jason Wynn and make him pay the price!

People like Jason Wynn deserve to be turned into that monstrous form, or better yet, go straight to hell!

"You're rational?" Tony Stark's voice held a hint of surprise; he had thought this guy had completely gone mad. "As long as you're rational, sir. I think we can talk. Running around in the streets like this is frightening other people. What are your demands? We can find a place to discuss it calmly, how about it?"

"Get out of my way!" Al Simmons swung the chains on Tony Stark, but Tony Stark easily dodged them.

"Hmm, it seems I'll need to suppress you before we can have a proper chat!" Tony Stark's voice carried a hint of helplessness as he unleashed Repulsor Blast at Al Simmons's body.

With a "whoosh!", Al Simmons was startled when he saw the Repulsor Blast. His body changed once again, and his entire skin was completely covered with a dark gelatinous film, making him look even more like a monster. Moreover, a cloak grew from Al Simmons ' back, covering his entire body and actually blocking Tony Stark's Repulsor Blast without getting hurt!