Nightmare World.
Eternity The cold wind whipped up snowflakes and slapped it on Ian's face. He looked down at Demon Head dangling from his waist in confusion. This guy's cloudy eyes and face were full of fear and terror.
"What Dimension Demon God?"
Ian frowned slightly while thinking about it in his mind.
"You... you..." Demons's head was still immersed in incredible panic. He couldn't understand how Superman's son could be a Dimension Demon God?
This is not magic at all!
Although Minotaur Demon doesn't know much about science, it believes that this situation is definitely not very scientific! Kryptonian is a cosmic god, not Dimension Demon God!
"You have a whole universe!"
He looked around in confusion.
Minotaur Demon is looking at and sensing this strange world.
And the more information you get.
It became more and more frightened.
Although the huge figure in the sky has no breath of life, even if it is a broken body, it still makes the Demons that emerged from the Hell feel as frightening as suffocation. Think about it, such an existence is used as a decoration hanging in the sky, how can this make a Little Demon not feel trembling?
"I am not Dimension Demon God, nor do I own a complete universe. I have a cosmic tumor in my body. This is a disease, but there is no treatment so far."
"Thank God, after all, I don't want to treat it."
Ian still remembered his conversation with Lady Death. Of course, he was more willing to believe what the big boss said. Little Demon, who could even deal with him, could not compare with Lady Death in terms of vision or personality.
"The universe grows in your body! You said you are not Dimension Demon God!" Minotaur Demon may have only heard the sound he wanted to hear, and its sharp blast was particularly abrupt in this silent world.
"I have inherited knowledge! I know this is your dimension! You are Dimension Demon God disguised as a human cub, who somehow implanted false memories into Superman!"
"How could Heaven allow you to do this! There is absolutely no way those damn Angels would tolerate you blaspheming the holy soul!" Its eyes were filled with horror.
The tone was also full of disbelief. At this time, Minotaur Demon felt as if he had gradually understood everything. Why couldn't his Hellfire hurt this boy?
Why did the other party kill half of his life with a spittle? And the hammer attack that hammered his soul into agony - all the doubts have now found reasonable and terrifying answers.
This boy turned out to be a Dimension Demon God who was full of bad taste and pretended to be weak! It was just a Little Demon. How could it possibly fight against such a terrifying existence?
He is already the same person as his master!
"Have I desecrated the Holy Soul?"
Ian thought about it for a moment, and he felt that Demons was scolding him. Even his uncle and aunt could tolerate this kind of thing, but he couldn't bear it, so he raised his hand and gave Demons two large pen pockets.
"Okay! Provoke my family relationship again!"
Ian glared at Demons angrily, "You are Dimension Demon God! Your whole family is Dimension Demon God! Am I not holy? Angels really have a much better vision than you Demons!"
"Angels must know that I am as holy as my father. When I go to church, the priests like me - and even General MacArthur once said that Ian is a good boy!"
Sometimes.
It doesn't hurt to tell a little lie.
However.
"Um... Douglas MacArthur never said this... I remember... his soul was given to me to eat..." Minotaur Demon actually wanted to say that he also wanted his whole family to be Dimension Demon God, but he didn't quite have the courage, and in the end he could only weakly grasp the little chicken feet in Ian's words.
"Ah!?"
Ian stared blankly.
He had used pirated quotations of generals dozens of times, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such a reasonable crackdown on counterfeiting, which made him feel as angry as if someone had taken off his pants.
"I don't believe it! You're telling lies! Unless you spit it out to me, the general!" That's why Ian didn't bring his hammer, otherwise he would hit Demons's head hard several times no matter what he said.
How can I put it, Demons is really addictive when he hits his head. And compared to knocking on wooden fish, Ian feels that if he knocks Demons on his head, he will definitely gain real merit.
"I remembered it wrong! I remembered it wrong!" Minotaur Demon saw the dangerous light flashing in Ian's eyes. Its skin trembled and its IQ returned to a high level, so it chose to shut up.
At this time, this hell creature crawling out of hell, its fear of Ian has definitely reached an unprecedented height. No demon with a complete universe dimension dares to challenge it.
It knows that if the "Dimension Demon God" in front of it insists on pretending to be a human, it had better cooperate with the other party's performance, otherwise, death may become a luxury for it.
"Is that right? I can still remember the general's words wrong? Even if you spit him out, it will only be the general's own misremembering." Ian raised his head in a very comfortable mood and looked at Galactus, whose head was exposed among the dark clouds. The crooked Galactus seemed to be closer to the ground.
"Why did it collapse so slowly! I want to find a plane and fly up there! Why do I need level five to learn to fly? Is it because I didn't have wings on my back when I was born?"
"I'm an expert in the system. In our America, you can definitely be convicted of racial discrimination! I will definitely win in court!" Ian sighed heavily.
After doing some PUA on his system, he also hung Demon Head around his waist, got up and prepared to go to the mysterious base again to learn about the situation.
Follow the direction of memory.
Ian started running.
The Demon Head around his waist bumped up and down as he ran.
But Demons didn't dare to complain at all. The buildings on both sides of the street were covered with thick ice and snow, and he kept peeping at this strange world with his cloudy eyes.
"What's the noise?"
Ian suddenly stopped.
There was a faint sound of roaring and fierce fighting in the distance.
It was also mixed with the roar of firearms.
"It's raining! I have to take a shower in this rain!" Ian immediately felt as excited as if he had been injected with blood, changed his direction and ran towards the direction where the sound came from.
"Isn't it snowing all the time? Snow is another form of rain. Look, it's raining in my mouth too." Demon Head became a philosopher and played with abstraction.
Hanging on Ian's waist, it was constantly spitting out foam. It was obvious that it was knocked unconscious. Demons, who came to this world, found that he seemed to have lost his extraordinary status.
Just an immortal head.
"What's the point of death or immortality? Maybe this is the fate of Demons."
It sighs, mourns, and sounds sad.
"Shut up! Don't bother me to listen and identify my location. My favorite gun and bullets are nearby!" Ian raised his hand again and gave Demon Head a few large pockets on his waist.
"Stop hitting! It really hurts!"
Demons, who was immersed in sad philosophy, suddenly became a little clearer. Ian took the opportunity to find out the source of the movement and shuttled from a small alley to a frozen fountain square.
blood.
Still blood.
There was scarlet warm blood everywhere.
The sound of the extremely fierce fighting before came from here.