The blood covered the sun.
The sky of Hell is a solid dark red, and countless translucent souls are floating on the cracked earth. They are wandering aimlessly, and the pain of Eternity is reflected in their empty eyes.
This is the edge of Limbo, Hell, where those lost souls will wander for eternity.
"It is said that soul packages are distributed after death, but among this Hell, there are actually so many souls who cannot afford to live in a house." Ian sat on the roof of Hellcat's car and sighed.
This is obviously the result of Lucifer's neglect of management. Lucifer the Three-Year-Old simply does not have the wisdom of Ian Evil God Lord. The best revenge for God is to make Hell better than Heaven.
As long as the soul of Hell is given to everyone, everyone has a house, everyone has a car, and men and women are assigned a few versatile Imp with the power of Mystique,
Who would want to go to Heaven to enjoy happiness?
Under the reversal of polarity, you can enjoy happiness in Hell!
"Hey, I have a lot of blood, but I don't have a Hell registered permanent residence, so I can only come to visit occasionally and help Demonss cut off some of their extra waists and hearts--"
Ian likes to cut things.
He just promised not to scalp Demons people.
"Praise you! Great God Ian! Your ideas are really great! You are so ruthless and cunning, you are definitely born to be the great lord in Hell!" Demon Bull Head's flattery tactics were repeated over and over again, and Jiang Mo's talent was exhausted. He also wanted to get some of Demons's money from Ian.
What?
Are those its compatriots?
Demons eats his compatriots!
Demons who doesn't eat his compatriots is not a good Demons! The engine of Hellcat who wants to refuel at a self-service gas station also roars happily,
Two trails of smoke were made on the scorched earth. "It's very cunning. I like this evaluation. If I can evaluate you, just comment more." Ian always thought this was a compliment, and he patted his head on his waist with satisfaction.
In the distance, a huge Gateway made of white bones gradually became clear - it was the entrance to the depths of Hell. There were countless rotten arms swinging feebly on the Hill of Ghostly Screams in front of the door.
"Ming--"
As Hellcat approaches,
The household ghosts suddenly let out a piercing cry of mourning. This sound woke up the sleeping gatekeeper, and a five-meter-tall Lava Giant stood up from the pile of households.
The chains on his body rattled.
"He who comes, stop there!"
The voice of the gatekeeper Demons was like muffled thunder.
" In the Hell realm, no living person is allowed..."
Of course it didn't pause on purpose, but Hellcat didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, and directly ejected and sprinted to the face. The whole car hit Demons's chest like a mad bull.
"Expansion~"
Not only did Demons, the gatekeeper, suffer, but Hell's gate that he couldn't open in time was also affected by the fish pond. Hellcat, gatekeeper, Demons, flew into Inner Hell along with the demon gate.
In this layer upon layer of Hell with dimensions within dimensions, perhaps this is the first time in history that such a thing has happened. Hell ushered in the rather localized "Great Sage Riding a Car"!
"Meow~" Hellcat pressed on the gatekeeper Demons. It whistled excitedly, and dozens of metal straws suddenly popped out of the fuel tank.
They all hit the huge goalkeeper Demons.
It's urgent.
Very eager to be nourished by the blood of Demons.
Just like Ian can never forget it after eating the demon god, Hellcat who drank the blood of Demons will no longer have any taste when drinking other things. This may be the reason why a typical pet has his mouth in his mouth.
"Get away! Damn it! You are not Demons! What are you?" The gatekeeper Demons struggled frantically, but the straws Hellcat poked out,
Like an ant, it clings to it and won't let go.
Perhaps the goalkeeper Demons is not of low rank, and his skin is very defensive. Even if Hellcat tried his best, he could only make a "gurgling" sound.
Couldn't break through the opponent's defense.
Of course, I can't draw out any Hell brand magic oil.
"Ming Ming~" it whistled aggrievedly, the lights flashed as if to complain, and the exhaust pipe also spewed out a few clouds of black smoke to express its loss, and Lord Ian hated the fact that his beloved Hellcat was hungry.
It saved the lives of Ian's family.
"What a blind Demons! Even the smart Demons knows that he should poke his veins into the fuel tank of my cat!" Ian suddenly pulled out a shining Holy Light dagger from his palm-sized trouser pocket, and a not-so-strong holy fire was ignited by him, exuding a rule that represented absolute sharpness.
"No! You are Archangel! Archangel is going to attack Hell! Your Majesty Lucifer, save me!" The pupils of the gatekeeper Demons suddenly dilated, with a ferocious face filled with fear.
Its cry for help echoed in the empty Hell wasteland.
However.
But he didn't get any response - that's normal. Lucifer is currently training his good brother, so how could he be interested in dealing with Demons who grabbed a lot of Demons from Hell.
"!!
Ian stabbed Demons twice neatly. Demons's body was like a crispy barbecue. The skin was instantly opened and the flesh was rotten. The wound immediately spurted out Demons's blood as hot as lava.
Hellcat's straw immediately started shaking with excitement and he started to eat happily.
"Leave some for me! Leave some for me!" Demon Head Baal's ears were beating with anxiety. It rolled from Ian's waist to the ground, opened its big mouth and began to bite Demons's flesh and blood.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +996]
Demon Head eats meat, Hellcat drinks blood, and Ian swallows energy. Everyone seems to have a bright future. Demon Head is the most dishonest. He is full after just a few bites and starts evolving again.
However.
Its evolution is not as obvious as Hellcat.
With eating.
The outer shell of Hellcat is obviously changing - the dark red armor is squirming like a living thing, the front of the car has a sharp impact angle, and the exhaust pipe has changed into the shape of Demons angle.
[Hell Operating System 2.0 is being installed... New features: soul navigation, crime radar, Demons voice assistant] Obviously, it has added extra surprises from this time of refueling.
The upgraded Hellcat drifted in place excitedly, its tires burning 666 marks on the ground.
"Not bad, not bad, now I am worthy of the name 'Hellcat." Ian looked at his car with satisfaction. Hellcat, who knows how to make puns, seems to have improved a lot in wisdom.
He admired Hellcat's transformation for a moment, then turned to look at Demons, the gatekeeper who had become a cadre, who was actually using his last bit of strength to cross himself on his chest.
"What kind of cross do you Demons make?"
Ian asked curiously.
"You have to give it a try after all."
Demons finished speaking angrily. The effect of the Cross he drew was outstanding. He finally breathed his last breath after being backlashed by the behavior of this "sexually rebellious" race.
"..-"Ian It's really hard to evaluate Demons's behavior. He didn't expect that he actually encountered an abstract Demons. His temporary attempt to be a second-rate kid was indeed a bit wise.
"Today is a good day~"
This is actually a Chinese song. Hellcat took back the straw without wanting to finish it, and even opened a gap. A ball of Hellfire was sprayed out from the exhaust pipe. Baal touched his bulging belly and used his own blood vessels. Touching the depth of the throat, Baal, which regards its head as its body, also has complete self-understanding - but it is a real vegetable. After eating so much meat, it is just that the horns on its head have become brighter, longer and thicker, and some small burrs have grown on it.
"You can't even pretend to have evolved well, you are really wasting food." Ian pinned Demon Head to his waist again, and politely put Hell's door back into place.
This is the good quality that children from Kochi families should have. Sharing food with the locals is one thing, being polite is another. No one has ever stipulated that the two cannot coexist harmoniously.
"Mingming, where is this place? I'm so scared." Ian ate and wiped it clean. This time he remembered to brush his teeth, and then he pretended to be a little boy lost in Hell.
In order to increase the appeal to Demons people.
Ian also wore overalls - this trick worked very well. Ian cried in a childish voice before his voice changed, perfectly portraying a lost human cub. He deliberately tripped over a raised tree root and fell to the charred earth with a thud. Then, the first low-level Demons poked its head out of the magma crack.
"Oh? A fresh living person? Still the little boy I loved most in my life." Demons, which looks like a mutated lizard, rubbed its paws, and its sticky saliva dripped on the hot ground, making a "sizzling" sound.
It was obviously transformed into the acquired Demons by the human priest after the fall of Hell.
Ian curled up into a ball.
His shoulders shook pitifully.
"I-I can't find my parents...:"
His acting skills may not be Oscars, but they are still remarkable.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid~Uncle will take you to find them...:"
Demons opened its mouth wide and laughed. It stretched out its tongue covered with barbs, but the moment it was about to touch the boy, the boy grabbed his tongue.
"Caught it!"
The "little boy" who was originally trembling suddenly got upright with a carp, and then pulled the Demons directly in front of him. Then there was a division of labor with the car and Demon Head.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +99]
The energy of Little Demon is not too much, but it is better than nothing.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +87]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +56]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +33]
"Someone help me..."
Ian turns into Xiao Nanliang wearing a nun uniform,
He knelt before the Cross and prayed.
"I just jumped off a building, why did I end up here?"
This time he looks like a junior high school student carrying a schoolbag.
"Is there any kind-hearted person..."
Ian, who had [Myriad Manifestations], gave himself Mimicry a wig in the blink of an eye.
He is the real Mystique.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +21]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +19]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord experience value +13]
The continuous fishing and law enforcement has made Ian gain a lot. However, his digestion capacity has its limits, but this does not mean that Demons can escape his calculations.
He actually kept his promise.
It is true that he has never touched the scalp of any Demons. The boy just took the Demons that he couldn't finish eating and couldn't digest, and crazily put one, two, Extra Dimension into his own Extra Dimension. After a lot of fruitful harvests one by one, Ian felt that he had found his own Heaven. If there were no preservatives on hand, he would actually want to make Demons cans.
"Oh! God Ian! I think this wave of mine has at least reached the peak of the Great Perfection of the intermediate Demons ninth level, the ultimate ninth level, and the intermediate Demons ninth level of kingship!"
Demon Bull Head is familiar with Ian and gives it the level differentiation of science popularization, "Keep up the good work!"
Ian is busy labeling the latest captured Demons, and the casual perfunctory directly gives Demon Bull Head a huge encouragement. It has evolved a brain that automatically perfects every sentence of Ian. This is not just a short speech, but also a trust, favor, and love from God Ian!
"Praise God Ian!"
Demon Bull Head Self-guided strategy completed.
Loyalty +1.
"Go on, go on, if you reveal your true nature and pretend to be injured, you will definitely be able to coax some more Demons to come over." Ian also has a full leadership mindset. He knows that the boss cannot take over everything, otherwise what is the meaning and happiness of being the boss and the boss?
"Okay, okay!"
Demon Head quickly followed suit.
Another wave of trapping.
Ian is not worried about catching Demons as an endangered species, because Demons can never be caught, just like super beasts have no pain. This is common sense that everyone in DC knows.
"America wild Animal Protection Association has not prohibited law-abiding citizens from catching Demons!" Ian was so busy that he seemed to have forgotten the reason why he came to Hell.
How to say it.
In fact, it is not putting the cart before the horse. After all, what is the beginning and what is the end? Lord Ian has a steelyard in his heart to measure it. As a soul who traveled through time from the Great Celestial Dynasty, who likes to farm grain? Who can say that he is not doing his job properly?
Just when the boy started to argue again, on Sulfur Mountain in the distance, Crowley, who had just returned to Hell, held up the telescope with trembling fingers, paying close attention to Ian who suddenly visited.
"Hey~"
Crowley, as the current speaker of Hell, if he saw this kind of hunting and killing of Little Demon and ignored it, he knew that he would definitely lose some of his support and authority.
"I have to do something!" Crowley is a person who values fame and fortune very seriously. Seeing Ian going too far, he gritted his teeth and made a bold decision.
Only seen.
He stretched out his palms, gathered magic power in them, and then took action very decisively - Hell The Agent King took out his two eyeballs as fast as lightning.
Not only that, he also sealed his eyeballs in an iron box. As a result, his eyes were sealed and he could not see anything.
The crisis that undermines the dignity will be solved naturally.
"The weather is really nice today Hell, but unfortunately, I can't see anything." Crowley murmured and sighed, feeling proud of his intelligence.
To be able to reach his current status with a human soul, his intelligence is certainly far beyond that of most Demons. Just like Ma Zai next to him, he does not have his intelligence.
"Your Excellency, are we just going to watch that Archangel act recklessly? That guy is weakening our Hell's hopes for the future!" Ma Zai waved the steel fork angrily, his tone filled with indignation and hatred. He really felt resentful for other Demonss. After all, Hells also have their own flowers.
Hear the words.
Crowley raised his hand and touched Ma Zai beside him.
"Otherwise? Let him put me in the gas tank? Become the fuel for his evil car? Damn it, that car is not Demons at all,
It's fueled by the sin contained in Demons's blood!"
"This is even scarier than Angels, extremely evil!"
His voice was filled with the helplessness of a doormat. However, his action was not affected by this emotion. He was still decisive and directly slapped Ma Zai Demons's head into pieces with his hands.
"Boss."
Ma Zai, who had lost his core, fell directly to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he became a handful of red soil, nourishing the earth of Hell. Crowley, who was hurt by the killer, took out a pack of tissues with an expressionless face.
"Only by knowing the current affairs can you live a long life, it is the same in this world and Hell." While wiping his dirty hands, he couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with Lucifer before returning to Hell - that boy may not be powerful, but the glory he possesses is definitely the nemesis of all Angels and Demons.
The gift of death was never the boy's most troublesome attribute.
God's favor is!
Beings who cannot see through this cannot kill the boy, and beings who can see through this do not dare to take action easily. This is the Psoriasis that truly runs through Heaven and Hell!
"Hey, while he is here, I have to sit in a pit for a long time." Crowley turned around and left, going to his secret toilet for a tactical hiding.
At the same time.
Hellcat is already carrying Ian and continues to set off.
He is riding on the roof of Hellcat, checking today's harvest.
Low level Demons×147
Intermediate Demons×63
High-end Demons×23
Unknown species mutation Demons×7
This is what the Hamster Party is like, hoping to count their gains. Ian, amidst their own laughter and laughter, was led by Hellcat all the way through the layers of dimensions to the most representative building among Hell.
The highest, largest, and most conspicuous throne. No big Demons jumped out along the way. After all, anyone who can be a big Demons is a thief.
Even if Hellcat of Ian passes through the dimension of Hell Overlord.
Hell Overlord also happened to go out. Because of this, Ian's journey was very smooth. Even the smoothness made him feel a little disappointed.
Fortunately, Hellcat played a song for him. The lyrics rhymed very much and seemed to be flattering. However, learning to rhyme and flatter was a major prerequisite for becoming an advanced DC Universe Demons.
"Look, Lucifer's throne is uneven, and there are stone cubes floating on the throne's surface. I bet they are the only ones in the world who have kissed Lord of Hell leather swallows!"
What really made Ian cheer up again was the shape of the throne, but his sudden whim made Demon Head and Hellcat dare not respond.
"The human soul is around here."
Demon Bull Head changed the topic, but it was not too blunt.
This is the paradise where Lucifer watches countless human beings sink. Surrounded by a giant building composed of countless cubes, it looks like a twisted honeycomb from a distance. Each cube is a transparent cell, in which corrupted souls are imprisoned, repeating the most guilty moments of their lives day after day.
Ian steps on the hood of Hellcat.
A beautiful landing stopped in front of the "City of Repentance". Some black snow kept falling in the air, which looked like the ashes produced by burning paper.
"Welcome to Hell Real Estate Development Zone! This location is guaranteed to be within the second ring road of the capital!" Of course Ian still remembers that he wants to save people, but it is not easy to find Hannibal in this endless "city". There are many Hannibal in this world,
Even if there is a name posted outside the gate, it is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Pushing open the first Hannibal·Lecter room, Ian found the wrong person. In the cell, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was kneeling on the ground, holding a little girl with a bruised face in his arms. He was crying bitterly, confessing and apologizing frantically, and the needle of the syringe on his wrist was very conspicuous.
"Baby... Daddy was wrong... Daddy shouldn't have..." The man's crying stopped suddenly, and the scene was reset. He woke up from the sofa, feeling uncomfortable all over, so he began to search around the room.
"Dad, Dad, don't hurt me anymore!"
"Get away!"
The man picked up the needle again.
Trembling, he pushed the unknown liquid into his body.
Reason is swallowed up by drugs.
Wake up again.
The man saw the body of his child again.
The scene of crying and crying was repeated.
Then.
At the most heartbreaking moment, the reset of Hell Loop will come.
It's like a brand new day, but it's also the same day. The man repeats this process over and over again, and every time it goes through, he forgets what happened before.
Taking drugs.
Missed.
Cry bitterly.
Hell gave the man opportunities again and again, but he was never able to make the second choice, just like the street girl with the same name [Hannibal·Lecter] in another cell.
A woman with heavy makeup was counting the banknotes. Every time she counted to the seventh banknote, she would see the smiling face painted on it, and her face would suddenly change as if remembering something, and she would rush towards the door crying and crying.
However.
When a voice appears from behind, asking her to provide services, her fingertips will hesitate the moment they touch the door handle, and then the whole world resets back to when she was sitting by the bed counting money.
"This is a customer I met, who was actually my first love?" Ian didn't know where the street girl's guilt came from. He looked for many Hannibal·Lecter but couldn't find the person he was looking for. Some just witnessed all kinds of different people repeating the cycle, and each trapped person never changed his depravity.
This is also expected. After all, according to Ian's understanding, for countless years, no one among Hell has successfully walked out of the "Cage of Karma" that trapped them. Even if the door leaving Cage of Karma has been unlocked, they can leave at any time, but no one can take that step.
Regarding this.
Ian also developed his willingness to help others. "Brother, is there any real estate in the world? Can you afford indulgences?"
"Can you afford it? Great! You are really my good brother. When I find a psychiatrist, my brother will come to save you~"
"Can't afford it? Then please move. I still have a lot of use for this house. I want to build a new era private prison in Hell, and I have to collect 99,990 cells that nature has given me."
He checked the cells one by one, stopping from time to time to chat with the "residents". The souls who had been kicked out stood in the corridor blankly. They had been separated from the cycle and seemed to have lost their souls.
"W-where should I go?"
Someone asked Ian.
"As a America person, you don't know how to wander? Of course you should go out for a walk and be a happy vagabond in Hell!" Ian also enthusiastically pointed out a clear path for the souls he dragged out.
"No! You can't do this!" The souls who were kicked out of the room were extremely complicated in their hearts. They had not yet awakened from the cycle, but this did not affect their awareness of their situation.
Who would have thought that after downloading Hell, there would be a time when you would be homeless!
"Of course I can do that. Seeing this coin, seeing it is like seeing Lucifer. I am the second master of Vice President of Hell. The second master can do whatever he wants."
Ian feels that he has met Hell dishonest people. He has already rescued these people from the cycle, but these people still don't know how to be grateful.
These people deserve to be infected with Hell after they die.
"But we are still in Hell!"
"Yes! We are going to Heaven!"
"Unless you send us to Heaven! Otherwise you can't take our house!"
Many human souls protested around Ian.
"Okay, if you can't afford Indulgence, and you can't reflect on your crimes, you should go up to the sky and cool off." Ian fiercely picked up Hell's buttocks, and made Hell's soul fly into the stars in the sky.
Every soul is a kick.
Both rain and dew are stained.
This is not a selfless act of love that satisfies the wishes of these Hell dead souls. After doing this good deed, Ian continued to empty the cells in Hell.
He also fiercely carved out the teleportation array in the cell, striving to be able to release prisoners from long distances in the human world. In this way, the old father would definitely not have to worry about him not complying with No-Kill Principle.
"What are you doing?" Demons Baal Seeing Ian installing sewing machines and assembly lines in the cell, its originally quite big bull's-eye Qing had a tendency to evolve into a bean-eyed one.
I see you have never visited a private prison. All private prisons here are like this. I provide cells for criminals.
Of course the sinners have to repay me with their labor - you must know that America has an eighty-year-old president, but there is absolutely no free prison cell!
My dear fan Jack can get at most a 20% discount if you enter!"
Ian's voice is resounding, and every word touches Demon Head's heart.
Demon Bull Head feels that Ian is really in the right place to come to Hell. If Trigon had half the brains of this evil god, he would have dominated Hell and become a more powerful King of Hell.
"Oh, Wayne Enterprises will definitely be acquired by me. I will have a group of Pal criminals who will be reformed today and will be reformed tomorrow. I will never remember how many days they have been reformed!"
Just when Ian was busy decorating the 233rd room "Ian Garment Factory".
The entire city of regret suddenly shook violently.
In the sky, Sulfur crystals fell down, and the screams of some ancient creatures were heard in the distance. One by one, the changes suddenly increased, and Valak, one of the Seventy-two Pillars of Demon Godss, descended in flames. At this moment, the Hell sky suddenly tore apart, and Sulfur fire poured down like a torrential rain.
Valak's true form rose from the abyss.
"Remember me? Human."
His demon body blocks out the sky and the sun, and he looks ferocious and short, like a lolita. Each of the Dragon-like wings behind him is burning with the fire of sin that will never go out.
Millions of mournful souls are struggling between these wings.
"Who are you? Sorry, as a noble, I often forget things." Ian indeed failed to recognize the demon Valak. He didn't know why the other party looked angry.
It is obvious that he has always been kind to others and rarely crosses paths with others. Even if he does cross paths with others, he will make sure on the spot that his enemies can no longer cross paths with him.
"Don't remember me? Oh, you once swallowed a piece of my clone. I told you that you will regret it in the end. I didn't expect that you would actually send it to my door yourself!"
Valak has a vicious voice. Only he knows how much ridicule he has received in Hell because of his clone being eaten.
At this time, his eyes looked at Ian full of anger.
"It's you!"
Ian raised his head and stared at the ancient demon god. He blinked. Super Brain quickly retrieved the memory and successfully locked the corresponding target. His expression immediately changed and he suddenly slapped his thigh.
"Exchange voucher for delicious snacks!"
Ian's expression was filled with greed. Not only was he not frightened, but he swallowed his saliva crazily. His words were full of annoyance, and he kept blaming himself for being such a noble person and forgetting things.
"??????"
Valak was stunned by Ian's reaction, and then became furious. Hell's rules were twisted under his will, and terrifying power poured down like a torrent.
A strong wind blew.
It's not just strong winds.
And with the will to disintegrate the flesh and blood of Ian.
[Berserker XP+13]
[Berserker XP+16]
[Berserker XP+19]
Only seen.
Ian's flesh and blood began to be peeled off like fine sand, as if his whole body was about to be blown into dust by the wind, and his white jade-like bones began to be exposed, just like Wolverine who had been tortured by Phoenix Force.
Of course.
The situation is similar.
However, Ian is still much more powerful than Wolverine.
"Fortunately, I hid all Divine Power, otherwise you would definitely be hit by my Ultra Bomb. Ultra Bomb is a special attack on you. You will definitely be very sad if you lose my mouth." Ian, who only had half of his head left with flesh and blood, not only was his mouth still moving, but was even leaking out loud.
[Crazy Battle Earth Experience Value +11]
Ian's flesh and blood will not be completely disintegrated.
It will continue to regenerate.
Because the higher the damage done to the opponent, the stronger the self-healing ability of Ian will be.
[Wrath of the Undead: When you receive any form of damage, you will recover one percent of your maximum health per second, which can heal all injuries including fatal injuries.
The more serious the injury, the faster the recovery speed. When the health value is lower than 10%, you will receive an instant recovery from the ashes, and the carnival of life will continue until all your energy is exhausted.
Death? That has always been a luxury for you.]
Due to the large amount of energy, Ian certainly doesn't have to worry about running out of energy. He can't even trigger when his health is below 10%.
This special effect means that you will be reborn from the ashes.
After all, Ian's bone rod is harder than anything else, and the thing filled inside is no longer just bone marrow, but bone marrow soaked by Odin Divine Power.
72 Demons of Solomon is very strong, but Odin Divine Power is certainly not weak either. If Ian is worried about damaging the "redeem coupon", he will definitely choose to use his [Ian Ultraman] exclusive bomb skill.
"??????"
Valak noticed that Ian's desire to look at him was very pure and full of appetite. He had lived for countless thousands of years, but he had never seen a madman like Ian who could not be beaten to death but still wanted to eat him.
"Do you think you can still treat me like my clone?" Valak roared angrily, and all the flesh and blood in Ian's body was disintegrated in an instant.
Only Baiyu's pure bones were left.
He is still moving.
Still getting closer.
And.
Because Valak increased the output.
The next moment.
The rebirth effect was triggered, and Ian's flesh and blood reorganized like a tide, and the skin, muscles, and bones regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, he returned to his complete human form.
"Oh, dear Demon God, don't look down on yourself so much. I believe you must be more delicious than your clone."
Ian said while recalling that before, he sacrificed the demon's clone to his adoptive father Death Knight, and Death Knight helped him cook the demon. That was the first time Ian tasted the taste of the demon.
How to describe it.
All I can say is that the taste of the Demon God is really good.
"As weak as you are, even if I stand here, you can't even defend me." The value exploded, and the devil who kept five figures scornfully mocked Ian.
The reason why it is said to be Rumo is because he stopped laughing halfway. Because Ian likes to be a numerical monster, but when he can no longer be a numerical monster, he will turn to a mechanical monster.
He took out his "table knife" and rubbed it twice with his sleeve. As the saying goes, friction makes fire, so it is very scientific that Holy Flame lights up on the dagger.
The sword was entirely silver.
A blazing holy fire burned on the sword's blade.
"This is impossible! How could it be in your hand!" Valak's pupils were dilated, he was frightened and angry, and he instinctively wanted to fly away. The whole demon seemed to be frightened by Fang Fen.
Yes, as a demon god, Valak can of course recognize the dagger in Ian's hand, Sword of Death, Blade of God. According to legend, this sword can kill even Lucifer!
Who dares to touch it?
Without saying a word, the demon turned around and flew away.
However.
"Carpyrin."
Ian took out another revolver and aimed the barrel at the flight path. At this moment, Valak knew that he was going very fast, but he didn't dare to gamble at all.
"God-Eater Colt!"
Valak's wings froze.
He didn't dare to fly anymore.
The reputation of this gun is more terrifying than Blade of God - according to legend, as long as it is locked, even God will be killed with one shot! Such a thing can scare him to death!
"Where did you find it? Where did you find them?" The devil really doesn't understand why a human has so many deadly weapons!
"I'm very cautious and pious, so I won't tell you that so-and-so likes little boys and has a crush on me. Listen, if you don't fly,
I will never use Colt."
Ian pointed a gun at Valak. Valak looked livid, but did not dare to gamble. One of the dignified Seventy-two Pillars of Demon Gods was forced to fall back to the ground by an empty gun without bullets.
Of course.
He is also a bitch.
He didn't dare to take off, but he just ran away on the ground.
"Don't run! I just want to show you my big baby!" Ian chased after him, but when he saw that the other party didn't listen at all, he was also forced to speak with a bit of pleading in his tone.
"If it doesn't work, just one arm will do! With just one arm, I can exchange delicious food with my adoptive father! I'll show you my big baby! Really,
What a big treasure! I won't lie to you!"
Ian was short of using a loudspeaker. His level of bewitchment was still not high enough. After hearing this, the Demon God ran faster. The speed skyrocketed, and Ian could not keep up under normal circumstances.
However.
The four-legged Ian is much better than the two-legged Ian. He once again equipped his own Speed Force external thighs and ran very fast.
How can a demon with two wings outrun Ian with four legs?
Seeing Ian getting closer and closer.
Valak, who was eager to survive, could only use the most effective method - the devil circled the pillar. He was worthy of being a devil. He could tell at a glance that Ian had some steering problems.
"Get away! I won't give you my hands! You dirty thing!"
Certification +1.
Valak's voice was so loud that it shook the entire Hell area. Ian is a person who knows how to be satisfied and respects the wishes of others, so So, when Valak circled Lucifer's throne and played "Qin King around the pillar" with him and refused to obey, Ian also very considerately lowered his requirements.
"If your arm doesn't work---.
He is content and happy.
"You can eat chirps too! My adoptive father definitely likes to eat chirps. There is no man who doesn't like to eat chirps from other races. It's a great supplement!" Ian certainly has no need for this.
He just wanted to use impeccable reasoning to trick the devil into stopping.
"You are the devil, you can definitely grow another one on your own." Ian tried to persuade her, but Valak ran away, turning around and roaring at him in a broken voice.
"I don't have that!"
His voice finally took on a hint of hysteria.
"Then let me squeeze some magic milk! My second brother must like to drink it!" Ian continued to persuade again without giving up. At this moment, Valak, one of the Seventy-two Pillars of Demon Godss, finally realized what despair means.
His attacks can't kill the opponent, and the opponent's swords and spears are dead on their own. It's really uncomfortable to feel that the opponent can make mistakes countless times, but he can't make any mistakes once.
"Satan! Great One! Save me!!!"
Valak finally couldn't stand it any longer.
Roaring to the sky.
"Satan? The Great One?"
As if Ian was facing a formidable enemy, he immediately stopped and looked around cautiously. Of course he knew that there were several Satans in Hell, and the first Satan among them was the great Satan who had made his own Infinity.
It is also the first creation of God. The life created by God to chat with itself is powerful and is a king-level character among Hell.
"Are you talking about the First of the Fallen? The first Satan?" Ian has heard about it. It is said that the time when God and his wife were not getting along was the time when the First of the Fallen fell into Hell before Lucifer.
This period of history is recorded in unofficial history. At that time, the First of the Fallen seemed to have seen God hiding in the "garage" playing masturbation, so the First of the Fallen was classified as Hell.
Even people as bold as Ian can sometimes be timid. Fortunately, the air was dead silent and the First of the Fallen had no response. Valak could only play with Ian under Lucifer's throne.
"It seems that you and the First of the Fallen are not very familiar with each other!" Ian continued to chase, Valak continued to run away, and while you were chasing me, Valak was still doomed even if he had wings.
Ian gradually adapted to the steering problem,
"--!
Holy Sword crossed.
Valak's one wing was cut off at the root.
The devil screamed miserably.
Half-kneeling on the ground. The next moment, Ian was like a hungry tiger, riding directly on him, just like that rainy night many days ago, when his clone was lying on his body by Ian.
This is how old things repeat themselves.
Just when Ian was about to start cutting and play a guest role as the butcher.
Valak's scream hasn't left his mouth yet.
"Boom!!!"
A vast and boundless dark force suddenly descended.
Directly suppress Ian in place!
"Oh, no, God Ian! This is Trigon!!!
Demons Baal exclaimed from behind Ian's butt.
"I have not offended Trigon, why did Trigon come to offend me? Let me go! Otherwise, I will wish you to give birth to thirty-sixty billion rebellious daughters next time!" Seeing that the demon with his mouth was about to be rescued, Ian cursed, but there was endless power trying to suppress Ian so that he could not get up from the ground.
At this moment.
Ian is also a little regretful.
Before he entered Hell, he should not call himself Great Sage Riding Cat. Sure enough, there are laws in the world. As long as he is a great sage, he will definitely meet his own Five Finger Mountain.
[Berserker XP+13]
[Berserker XP+19]
[Berserker level improved!]
[Strength:406--409]
[Physique:422--429]
[Intelligence:40.8--40.9]
[Spirit:156--157]
This increase in attribute values is of no use at all. Trigon's power oppression is too fierce. Not only that, Trigon did not come, but its will enveloped Ian with some kind of rules.
For Ian, who is immortal and unkillable, Trigon is obviously not prepared to take the conventional path. He knows that Ian is immortal, so he decides to destroy Ian's will.
Dark.
Pure darkness.
This is not Halo in the ordinary sense, but "nothing" at the conceptual level - the will of the Three Palace Demons dragged Ian into the most primitive realm of nothingness, where there is no time, no space, only the purest struggle for existence. It is obvious that Trigon wants to suppress Ian's will here with his own personality and concept of possession.
It is a battlefield between concepts and existence. Trigon, Hell One of the most terrifying existences, the cosmic-level Demons, takes "Destruction" as its power and "control" as its essence. His power is not only crushing at the physical level, but also suppression at the conceptual level. He can use "absolute control" to tear the thoughts of any life into pieces.
"You are nothing but dust."
Trigon's consciousness came like a tsunami.
He is attaching definitions to Ian.
"You are just a grain of sand in the gap of time." There is some kind of power that wants to twist Ian's will into sand, but Ian's will is really too firm.
"You were beaten and screamed by your own daughter. However, your daughter couldn't beat me, so rounding it off, it basically means that you can't beat me."
Ian continued to curse at Trigon.
Trigon was silent.
Not being silenced by anger,
Instead, he was directly shocked into silence by Ian's logic. He originally wanted to use his stream of consciousness to crush Ian, causing Ian to collapse in despair and become a slave of his own will.
He prepared countless conceptual weapons and prepared to drag Ian into the abyss of existence and pain. However, Ian did not give him a chance at all.
Ian is defining himself.
Even though he does not possess the cognitive power of this concept, his logic is simple, crude, absurd, and indestructible. The definition that Trigon attempted to attach to Ian was directly destroyed and Annihilation became real dust. There was no way, Trigon could only change his thinking on the battlefield of this concept.
"I am the Lord of Chaos, and all order will eventually return to Chaos, including you." The palace demon's voice turned into the chorus of hundreds of millions of Demons, each syllable reconstructing reality.
He seemed to have really turned into thousands of chaos to wrap up love Ian.
"You and your daughter are related by blood, and your daughter loves me, so you love me too." Ivor These words were shocking.
All the chaos that wants to surround Ivor seems to be unable to bear harm to him.
"??????"
Trigon were all shocked.
No matter how Trigon tries to overwhelm Ivor with his stream of consciousness. Ivor's thinking is constant, so he remains motionless and cannot be overwhelmed by the concepts expounded by Trigon.
"Why do some people really believe in this equation so much??"
Trigon's voice was filled with disbelief, and he could not use "rationality" to refute Ivor, because Ivor did not fight in the dimension of "rationality" at all.
This is the most absurd thing. Because in this collision of concepts, one party needs to truly believe that he can do it before he can materialize this concept with his own will.
Not just talk.
You also have to trust your own words.
"I symbolize the dark side in the hearts of all living beings! Now! Show your darkness!" Trigon once again changed his mind and tried to influence Ivor.
However.
The effect is not big.
"I am the next speaker of Justice League. The urine I urinate is full of justice. There is no dark side in my heart at all!" Ivor's will is stronger than the two times we met.
He is truly impeccable.
Suddenly, the entire dark space trembled violently. At this moment, Trigon realized that this mortal was not talking nonsense—he was using the most absurd way to undermine his authority.
"I am... invincible... invincible!" Trigon was almost shaken, and he quickly re-emphasized to stabilize his position on this battlefield.
"You have been beaten by your daughter, in the past, present and future, more than once. I love to tell the truth." Ivor suddenly said seriously, his words pierced the darkness like Holy Sword.
"Damn! What are you defining?"
Trigon panicked.
He discovered that Ian's words not only existed in this battlefield, but seemed to extend into reality, so he quickly tried to suppress it with a more grand concept.
[The display universe is just virtual data, and Ivor is just a data proxy]
[Representing the history of degeneration of all civilizations, I want to label Ivor as degenerate.]
[Showing the death of Ivor's parents, Ian will eventually go to the abyss]
Trigon really follows the trend and is full of tricks, but this kind of thing can only affect those fake heroes. Real heroes never let any external objects interfere with their minds. No matter how Trigon tries, Ivor just keeps repeating one sentence one by one - "Your daughter>
You, I>your daughter, so I>you."
This repeatedly deepened definition began to distort the battlefield, and the darkness began to collapse. It was not that it was struck by power, but that Trigon was forced into a desperate situation by this unsolvable logical closed loop.
"This is not correct!"
Trigon finally understood how Lu Changfa felt when he faced Morpheus - when the other party supported a certain concept with absolute belief, not even Lord of Hell could shake it.
"Then I am the pink Apache Attack Helicopter that you can't beat. This must be correct." Ivor used his true understanding of correctness to defeat Trigon's last second line.
"Damn it! You are believing something in your head!"
The roar of Trigon shattered the sub-small Hell dimension. However, Wei Li could not really reach the throne of Lu Changfa. After all, how could a small prince have the courage to enter the king's territory without permission.
Of course.
Don't worry if you use some tricks.
"Enough!!!"
A demonic palm that covered the sky was taken down, not to kill Ivor, but to beat this annoying ghost Dongchang deep into Hell, Ivor felt that his body was falling rapidly.
Hellcat can't even keep up with the Savior when he comes.
He is falling.
Fall.
Continuously falling.
This situation did not shake Ivor's heart. He still hugged the "trophies" he had won in his arms - Valak still could not escape the evil clutches of Evil God.
Ivor is good at being an octopus and clinging to others.
"Let me go! You lunatic!" Valak's scream echoed through Hell. He probably never dreamed that he would have such a day.
And not even Trigon can save him.
Those powerful King of Hell actually walked away in a hurry. I'm afraid it wasn't a clash of strength, but a battle of wills, but it was enough for Valak to feel the magic of this world.
human beings.
Why do you have that kind of will?
"No! Stop! I don't want to hit you, I swear, you believe me one by one." Valak's screams echoed in the depths of Hell, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. The once majestic Seventy-two Pillars of Demon Gods was now being ridden by Ivor, and the cold light of Holy Sword drew a beautiful arc in the darkness.
Ivor is using Holy Sword to dismember his body.
Anyone who has driven a luxury car knows what the zero-to-whole ratio is, so Ivor planned to sacrifice Valak to the death rider in batches. He first sacrificed Valak's hands that were trying to disrespect him Super Brain.
Death Knight responded quickly, Ivor's pendant lit up, and the hands of the two demons disappeared instantly. A moment later, a dark crystal fell from the void.
It floated to the surface of Ivor, which was eager to eat.
At the same time.
Somewhere in a forgotten sealed place.
Death Knight was sitting on a shabby but neat seat. He took a bite of his burger slowly and elegantly. The bright TV flashed on what was happening in Hell.
"Did you call Hell so quickly?" He said to the air, his voice was as hoarse as a rusty gear, but it still contained the gentleness and nurturing of an ancient nobleman.
The light bulb suddenly flickered on.
A woman dressed in Gothic style appeared in this sealed land,
Just a little projection.
But it also looks extremely real.
"You're almost out of trouble."
Lady Death looked at Death Knight not far away.
"This is a miracle, isn't it? Just like the little guy we are taking care of will eventually lose all his strength." Death Knight chuckled in a tone that was neither excited nor happy.
It's a calming voice.
He slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, stood up, and pieced together the sacrificed hands of Valak onto a doll. Death was actually creating a substitute for himself.
So that he can continue to stay in this Cage of Karma on his behalf.
"Maybe strong."
Lady Death did not comment, but turned his attention to the TV screen - the picture there was very clear, showing Ivor eating the black crystal like a hungry wolf.
The whole body exudes an ominous black light.
[Strength:409--622]
[Physique:429--864]
[Intelligence:40.9--60.7]
[Spirit:157--333]
It's still the original formula, but it has a different taste. The black crystals exchanged for the clone and the main body are different, just like the difference between Master Kong and Shuaifu Kang.
This wave is directly Tianfei Ivor!
"Gate~" Ivor punched with satisfaction and wiped the corners of his mouth. He felt that his strength was skyrocketing, and unprecedented energy was flowing in his muscle fibers. It was as if there were countless currents rushing through the blood vessels, every nerve ending was screaming, and every muscle fiber was being reshaped.
But unprecedented power surges through the body - it is not a simple strengthening, but a complete transformation. Odin's Divine Power can better nourish his powerful body. The Ivor bones make a low roar in the body, like a sleeping magic weapon being awakened and becoming as hard as Adamantium.
He just needs to do some more philosophical work on his body bones, and maybe DC Universe will also have a superpower who can use his own bones to refine the ultimate imperial weapons. Ivor can clearly feel that your own blood is no longer fragile, but has a face that is truly harder than steel.
The improvement of intelligence is also excellent.
The speed of his nerve reaction has increased to the extreme. He can see a piece of black gray falling in the air ten thousand meters away, and can sense the changes in airflow caused by the flapping wings of butterflies hundreds of kilometers away.
The most amazing thing is the change in the brain. The originally extremely active synapses are now flashing like a Christmas tree, and tens of thousands of new circuits are being generated every second. Ivor knows that his updated intelligence will allow him to make better use of his super intelligence, which is at the ceiling of his universe and cannot be increased.
"I suddenly changed my mind."
He looked down at Valak, who was still bleeding, with sparkling eyes and a hopeful tone, "You will definitely be able to grow another pair of hands.
Right? The endless kind?"
The innocence and happiness of youth are so simple.
They are always easily satisfied.
Valak looked at his bare wrists, then at Ivor's eyes, and nodded crazily. "Of course! I am the devil! Not to mention my hands, my wings can grow back!"
In fact, he knew in his heart that the essence of the part of the body that had been taken away by the mysterious existence had been permanently lost. But now that life was more important, who could care so much?
The devil also wants to live!
"Okay, okay! Great! I am indeed a descendant of the farmer!" Ivor was extremely happy, only feeling that the characteristics of the Kent Family in him were inadvertently exposed.
Shieldfather raises chickens and cows.
Superman Raise criminals to raise superheroes.
He Ian mainly raises the devil.
How can this not be called a three-generation effort?
"I'll find a good place for you!"
Ivor dragged Valak by its tail like a sack and opened his own Extra Dimension. Inside was a chaotic starry sky with all kinds of strange and weird islands floating in it.
"This will be your new home from now on!"
Ivor kindly brought Valak to the island to raise him, "Remember to grow your hands on time! We don't take a break every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
Then on Sunday we will have a knife-cutting activity with Duo Duo!"
This is how the descendants of farmers know how to plan production.
Valak was paralyzed on the island, wanting to cry without tears. Dignified Seventy-two Pillars of Demon Gods, now he has become a sustainable harvesting livestock? He was filled with hatred but could only endure the humiliation and bear the burden.
"Let me see, Trigon, that guy who gave birth to a son with 80,000 buttholes, is here for me." After settling his farmed animals, Ivor was free to observe the surrounding environment.
This layer Hell was even weirder than he imagined - countless translucent crystals stood like tombstones on the scorched earth, and each crystal contained a twisted soul. The negative emotions they released converged into a dark purple river, flowing continuously towards the distant city shrouded in mist.
This is obviously a corner deep in Hell, and I don't know if it belongs to another King of Hell. It looks very special, with a punk feel of "psychic innovation".
"I have played <God of War>, and I have also played <Devil May Cry>. I know how to climb out of the deep Hell." Ian stood in an eerie wasteland.
Just when he was thinking about whether to cut a road directly to the human world.
"Brush!"
An elegant figure emerged from the shadows. It was Hell Duke, with a dark red body, a handsome but pale face, and a well-placed smile on his lips.
"Welcome."
His enthusiasm was nothing short of eccentric.
"Are you the owner of this floor Hell?" Ivor moved his wrist while secretly sharpening the knife in his Mimicry trouser pocket.
He thought it was a battle.
However.
However, Hell Duke bowed slightly, his posture was not as respectful as Demons, but more like a noble butler, and his movements were standard as if he was welcoming a long-lost distinguished guest.
"Are you Mr. Ivor·Kent?" Hell Duke's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of respect for the unknown existence.
"My master wishes to see you."
He extended an invitation.
"Okay, okay."
Ivor didn't expect that there would be a buy-one-get-one-free situation. At the same time, he secretly speculated in his mind that there were some Demon Kings in Hell that could make a Hell Duke so loyal.
There is a strict hierarchy in Hell.
Strength is king.
A great duke can be scared. Demon Head didn't dare to say anything. Ivor touched the back of his butt. He was so strong. Demon Head is not too timid.
It seemed to have been separated from Ivor during the fall.
Same goes for Hellcat.
"It's okay. Detective Conan once said that as long as we eat up all Demons, the remaining two must be my Hellcat and my loyal Trash Can."
Ivor stayed up all night Homecoming, and did not hold on to the idea of returning to the world in a day or two. He followed Hell Duke, wanting to see what tricks the master of this layer Hell was playing that would allow him to act reasonably.
Hell Duke is leading the way in Kemian.
Ivor followed him swaggeringly.
"It feels like a castle in a fairy tale, Hell fairy tale." Hell Duke took Ivor across a long bridge paved with obsidian, and under the bridge was the churning river of Sulfur.
There are fragments of broken souls floating in the river.
In the middle of the moat is a huge city, a city that is completely different from Hell. There is no common blood and fire in Hell, but a prosperous scene. Ivor originally thought he could see Toyama's sea of blood, but the shocking sight made him wonder if he had gone to the wrong set.
The street is wide and clean, with buildings on both sides that combine Gothic style and modern technology. Demons, human beings, Hell Biological Harmony Pill, and even a Little Demon buy ice cream at a roadside stall.
"Hell---so livable?""
Ivor's eyes showed a rare look of confusion.
roadside.
A familiar figure was selling a shiny electronic device.
"Apple 22, Hell customized version, powered by psychic energy extracted from the villain's body, never shuts down, recharges once, can last up to ten years!"
The man in a turtleneck black sweater shouted while deftly demonstrating the product.
"Jobs?!" Ivor's eyes widened.
"Yes, Hell has attracted many outstanding entrepreneurs." Hell Duke nodded, what he said made sense, "After all, change will never be silent in any world."
This coincides with the concept of Ian.
Ivor is feeling a little secretive.
After all, a confidant is hard to find.
They kept walking forward.
Demons and human souls walk side by side, and some are even talking about business.
"The sins of these souls are of high purity and are suitable for use as new energy batteries."
"The price can be negotiated, but I want the exclusive agency right."
"Deal."
Ivor feels that some of his original ideas may have been plagiarized by hateful people before he even thought of them. The city is full of new cyberpunk elements.
A huge holographic projection flashes in the air, playing Hell Enterprise's GG; on both sides of the street, there are neon lights driven by soul energy; there is even a Hell version of "self-driving horse". "Car", pulled by three Hellhound, is faster than Tesla - the Tesla mentioned here is the real Nicholas Tesla.
Jobs sells Apple 22, and Nicholas Tesla is chasing the lightning in Hell, just like a DC version of Kuafu. This place does not look like what a Hell should look like.
Holding confusion.
Ivor was taken to a high tower by Hell Duke,
That's no ordinary building.
Instead, it is a giant tower that combines Gothic style and future technology. The entire body is made of obsidian and soul metal, and a huge city projection is suspended on the top of the tower.
The situation of every place is displayed at all times. The elevator leads directly to the top floor. As soon as the door opens, Ivor sees a man standing at the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire city. He is wearing a sophisticated black factory uniform, his silver hair is meticulously combed, and his back is calm and majestic, but he does not exude a strong Demons aura.
"Master, someone has arrived."
Hell Duke said respectfully.
The man slowly turned around, revealing a familiar face that Ivor often saw in the 3d area. When Ivor's eyes widened, his nostrils, mouth, and even ears were pierced.
"Hello, Ivor·Kent, welcome to Yiyixin·Gotham."
King of Hell.
Thomas·Weaver smiled softly.