The Boys Demons It's hard to imagine.
What level of terrifying Hell Demons is it that can erase his own Demons brand in an instant, and take possession of that extremely powerful artifact in an instant?
"King of Hell-You must be a King of Hell-"The Boys Demons's inner fear is constantly growing, and the words he keeps mumbling may be regarded as compliments by Demons.
However.
Who told Ian not Demons?
In his opinion.
Hell is full of people claiming to be King of Hell.
This title is simply not too cheap.
It would be better for Minotaur Demon to call him Dimension Demon God.
"I am your father!" Ian said nothing, but once again he picked up the opponent and punched him twice. He blurted out the curse,
After tasting it carefully, it made him feel a little weird.
Isn't this just another round of self-recrimination?
Ancestor-lander's vest is really difficult to replace. It seems that I have to blame Batman's battle armor again. After wearing it, Ian was a little bit cruel when he scolded himself.
"Poof"
The Boys Demons was beaten by Ian until he vomited blood. Ian looked distressed and directly covered the opponent's mouth with his hands to prevent this guy from losing his precious high-grade fuel.
Minotaur Demon is just a little boy of Hell. The blood of Hell he possesses can allow Hellcat to gallop across the earth. If he uses the blood of Son of Hell, he will go straight to heaven without taking Ian with him!
It is not impossible to go to the moon to verify whether Armstrong planted the Stars and Stripes!
"Stop vomiting, I'll beat you a little gentler next time -" Ian tried to appease the other party's emotions, but his sudden tenderness made the Boys Demons's back feel unusually cold.
"Ming woo woo"
His covered mouth was moving, but what he wanted to say was unclear.
"You promised not to vomit."
Ian slowly let go of his hand.
Only seen.
A little blood overflowed from the corner of Demons's mouth.
"Bang! Bang!"
Ian's fist hit again, this time he chose to hit the Boys Demons's head. After all, if Demons only had cerebral hemorrhage and did not open his skull, it would not be considered a loss to him.
"Ahhhhh"
The Boys Demons let out a painful cry. The black mist around his body had completely dissipated. He was dying, "Didn't you say you would be gentler?"
He couldn't help but ask heartbreaking questions.
"Yes, it's already lighter. I was going to use eight points of force, but now I'm using seven points - can't you feel it?" Ian said and knocked the Boys Demons on the head again.
"This is the seventh force."
Finished.
Then he knocked hard for a second time.
"This is the eighth force."
He worked hard to prove that he was an honest and trustworthy person.
"Pfft-"
My head is buzzing.
The Boys Demons, who felt like his soul was being beaten, was really about to vomit blood due to Ian's operation, but when he saw Ian's bright and clear eyes, he quickly swallowed the blood back into his stomach.
You can see it.
As Demons.
This one is still somewhat smart.
"We are all Demons. We should be a team. We should unite to fight against Heaven and God - let me go, I promise I will do my best to assist you."
"I borrow this body to reincarnate into the human world. I have many powers that only wizards have. I can also predict-" The Boys Demons struggled to make Ian realize his own value.
If Ian is Demons, he does have some value. After all, due to the restrictions of Hell and the rules of the human world, most Demons cannot fully bring their power into the human world.
Because of this.
If there is a powerful Warlock as a support, it will be much easier to do many things. Unfortunately, the Boys Demons guessed the identity of Ian wrong from beginning to end.
"You scold me even more dirty than when I Uncle Batman scolded my father. How can I be regarded as Demons by you even though I'm so handsome?" Ian's fist was eager to try.
The Boys Demons was in a state of shock.
"I-I am also Demons. Aren't I quite handsome?" He quickly forced a smile and defended his statement crazily. Demons thought that his emotional intelligence had been fully developed.
I don't know.
"What kind of class are you? You use the same word "handsome" as me? In addition to my father, there is also my eldest brother, and my second brother who can give up his daily routine and regain his normal appearance!"
"Everyone else is just okay!" Ian, under the Boys Demons's shocked, aggrieved and frightened gaze, punched him a few more times.
"Ah"
This time the Boys Demons's face turned pale with pain.
He thought it would be better to hit himself on the head.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" The Boys Demons tried to stop Ian in anger. The human body is too weak, and the vital parts are really too vital.
"Are you teaching me how to do something?"
Ian directly performed a thunder dunk on Demons's head. The high-level Demons, who was bound in the human body, also had a big bulge visible on the top of his head without knocking it.
It's not even as durable as the low-level Demons like Minotaur Demon.
"Damn it!" The Boys Demons was still frightened. Fortunately, the bulging area was not a vital part, otherwise it would have been so painful. He was so frightened that he completely broke his guard.
"My father is the new Satan of Hell, the great King of Hell. You don't want to offend a New Gods in Hell!"
Words like pleading and a bit threatening came out of the Boys Demons's sausage mouth.
His mouth is much tougher than his face looks.
"New Satan?"
Ian When he heard this name, it didn't sound like a serious name. Demons should have a beep in his heart.
"Satan, Hammer's new Satan, do you know that in the sky of Metropolis, the only god is me, dad!"
Ian really embodies this arrogant and domineering character. He is not a person who likes to fight with his father, but who made him adjust himself to Ancestor-lander mode now.
Different modes.
It has to correspond to different personalities.
Who said DC Universe doesn't have its own Legion? As long as there are enough vests, one can have a second one if its reputation is bad. This is what capitalists must do to prepare for a rainy day and make long bets.
With the flexible application of Madison Acting Method, Ian certainly does not have to worry about his true schizophrenia. For this, he must thank the teacher who taught him [Partial Instinct Release Technique].
"Little Punk Girl, quickly find me a rope and scaffolding." Just be grateful in your heart. Even if you feel like it now, Ian can't praise Madison against your will as he is a real superhero.
The reason is simple.
At this time, Madison was "squirming" on the ground behind him, crawling around, obviously because he couldn't find his own mobile phone and was trying to find other people's mobile phones from the pockets of the unconscious people on the ground.
"Ah?"
Madison I want to take a photo of myself [The world always leaves me covered in bruises] Sentimental Literature to post on social media. When I heard this and looked up, there were still a few fallen leaves stuck to my blond hair.
"What do you want rope and scaffolding for?"
Madison relaxed her mind after Ian showed off her power. She didn't know where the pedestrians and her mobile phone had gone. She also had a puzzled expression on her face regarding Ian's demand.
"Don't question me."
Ian tried his best to put on a serious face, "Remember, when I open a large account in the future, don't ask me questions like this that will destroy my personality.
Ancestor-lander can do whatever he wants."
"Ancestor-lander can go wherever he wants to go." He gave some serious instructions, reminding Madison to pay attention to getting along with himself. Madison could only vaguely understand such a request.
"Oh."
She got up from the ground and hurriedly searched around. Not understanding Ian's brain circuit was a common thing for Madison. Most of the time, she felt that she was not smart enough so she couldn't keep up with the thinking of the top student.
Regarding this.
Madison doesn't care either.
After all, not being smart is also the label that Hollywood, a popular female star, should have. Because of this, Madison also has her own special way of understanding Ian's instructions.
"Ancestor-lander, is Ian's personality of doing whatever he wants~" She seemed to be memorizing the lines and pondering the script. She suddenly felt enlightened and suddenly understood.
Soon.
Madison found what Ian wanted.
She watched Ian tying the Boys Demons to the scaffolding like a sausage, and was not interested. This Metropolis girl only knew that Ian won and everything was settled.
She doesn't care about Demons's life or death.
He even stepped forward and kicked him a few times because he was "hunted" before.
This is what short memories look like.
Fortunately, Demons's thighs are not as hard as Ian's calves.
"This damn Demons must have eaten everyone's cell phones. Ian, can you lend me your cell phone?" Madison looked at Ian's bulging trouser pockets.
Somewhat anxious.
Don't worry, you don't encounter this kind of thing every day. If you don't take a few more beautiful photos of yourself [frail and easily injured], the abrasions on your arms will heal slowly in a while!
How else to gain attention?
How to generate sympathy on social media?
"Here you go."
Ian didn't ask either.
He readily handed over his mobile phone.
"Thank you!"
Madison enters the state immediately.
She began to pose in front of various ruins. Sometimes she leaned against the crashed car and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and sometimes she squatted next to the exploding mailbox and made a gesture of fleeing in fear.
What is a green tea girl?
That's probably it.
"Are you all sick?"
The Boys The man was tied tightly, but he still couldn't help but speak with a distorted expression. There was no way, even if he was Demons, he couldn't understand how there could be such a person in the world.
"Then do you have any medicine?"
Ian asked tentatively. He originally thought he could get some kind of Hell special medicine. Unexpectedly, he was full of expectations and only saw the Boys Demons's blank expression.
"Myrrh, what are you talking about? The urinary system exploded?" Ian was greatly disappointed and felt that the other party was deliberately mocking him, so he uttered the most vicious curse words that he could express in English.
Seeing Ian about to punch again.
"I was wrong! I was really wrong! Don't come! Please! I can't resist anymore!" Demons begged for mercy with tears in his eyes, although he still didn't understand where he went wrong.
"Very good, now, I ask and you answer." Ian took out the book Magic Book from his pants - he didn't bring it with him in his schoolbag, but the elastic band of his pants was a perfect temporary bookshelf.
Tuck the book that will occupy your hands below your belly button.
This is an emergency solution that smart people think of.
"Okay."
The Boys Demons no longer dared to beep any more and nodded hurriedly. He may have realized how ruthless Ian was, and he only dared to peek at the book taken away by Ian with nostalgia.
"What is the use of this book?"
Ian flipped through the strange Magic Book with blank content. He didn't feel any connection between himself and this book, so naturally he needed to seek answers from the previous owner.
"It-it is a collection accidentally acquired by my father Demon King Crowley. Before I came to the world, I tricked my stupid brother into stealing it for me."
The Boys Demons stammered while constantly glancing at Ian's expression with his eyes. He wanted to use his name to scare Ian, but the effect was not as good as he imagined.
"That Crossroads Demon? There is really no tiger in the mountain, and the tailor is the king." Ian's expression did not change, he just couldn't help but complain. He really felt that Hell had such a special workplace environment.
Crowley.
This name is very memorable.
It is the same as Sam, Reaper, and Haohao Yifu. They all come from the same universe. They were originally traded at the crossroads for Demons, but later they seized the opportunity and indeed became the so-called King of Hell.
"You're not afraid of my father-"
The Boys Demons noticed Ian's emotions and became more and more desperate. The other party even knew his father's occupation during his lifetime, but he became more and more confused as to where Ian came from.
"Talking back to this book, don't talk about other useless things." Ian patted the strange-looking ancient book in his hand. No matter how much unwillingness the Boys Demons felt in his heart, he could only answer honestly.
"I don't know its origin, and maybe my father and brother don't know either. The only thing that's certain is that it seems to possess the same incredible power as Creator."
"The user can write on it to create power that does not belong to this world." The Boys Demons told the truth because he was afraid that Ian would have some ability to test whether he was lying.
Almost all the powerful beings in Hell have similar abilities.
"If it was really that powerful, would you still be beaten so badly by me?" Ian certainly wouldn't Mind Reading, so he looked very suspicious and patted the Boys Demons's face with the book in his hand.
"Creating rules cannot be created out of thin air. It requires magic power to support it. It is precisely because I lack enough magic power to use it that I need Supreme Witch to die."
"Only if Supreme Witch dies, can I become the new Supreme Wizard and obtain powerful enough magic power." The Boys Demons continued to maintain his integrity.
Because he didn't know if Ian was testing him.
Such a senior old Demons.
No matter how cunning and tricky it is, it is possible.
"Tell Supreme Witch, and about witches." This is Ian's knowledge blind spot, so he is eager to know,
Ever since he was a child, he has been a keen learner.
"Okay, okay."
In order to please Ian, the Boys Demons also quickly began to reveal information, not daring to hide anything. As Ian expected, this was a part of the story that he did not know.
wizard.
It is the oldest extraordinary profession that exists in this world. Only those with talents can become wizards.
And this talent is related to an ancient bloodline.
"Ancient God descendant?"
Ian pondered over and over what the Boys Demons said.
Savor the information.
"Yes, that's right. This is information that many people don't know. The power of wizards has the characteristics of bloodline inheritance. Every wizard controls at least one powerful bloodline power."
"Among them, manipulation of elements, mind control, out-of-body experience, teleportation, resurrection of the dead, prophecy and divination, and Mind Reading are called Seven Wonders by wizards."
The Boys Demons began to talk endlessly. He knew that this was his value, "Of course, wizards can also have other abilities, but only these seven miracles are the key to determining the strength of the bloodline."
"Only the wizard who controls the power of the seven wonders at the same time is the descendant whose bloodline is closest to Ancient God. This person will receive most of the magic power left by Ancient God in the world."
"That's the so-called Supreme Wizard. In fact, perhaps because Ancient God's gender is female, almost all Supreme Wizard are witches without exception."
"For this reason, the magic power of witches is inherently greater than Warlock." The Boys Demons expanded the world view for Ian, making Ian feel that knowledge is growing.
Said.
The Boys Demons looked at Madison who was immersed in taking photos not far away, "She passed many of the miraculous tests,
Although it is not all tests, Infinity is already close to being able to inherit Supreme Witch's position. Therefore, she can definitely be regarded as the best container for Supreme Witch who is already aging."
"I can't let something like this happen, it will make Supreme Witch, who is already very strong, add another magic power."
The Boys Demons told why he wanted to catch Madison.
"If you want to be reincarnated into it, I must be reincarnated into it."
Good guy.
This is really cruel.
"If I were you, I wouldn't care about this kind of thing." Ian looked back and glanced at Madison, who was still taking pictures in a nervous manner after escaping from death.
The girl was leaning against the crashed police car and taking a selfie, her blond hair fluttering in the evening breeze, and the mobile phone camera captured the tears she deliberately squeezed out and the abrasions on her collarbone.
The perfect "battle-damaged beauty" look.
"What do you mean?"
The Boys Demons doesn't quite understand what Ian said.
"As you just said, the reason why Supreme Witch must die is that only if Supreme Witch dies, can the part of her magic power be transferred to another person with a similar bloodline to Ancient God."
Ian frowned and his eyes flickered slightly.
"Yes."
The Boys Demons nodded in response.
He found that Ian was looking at him more and more strangely.
"What's wrong?"
The Boys Demons couldn't help but ask.
"Let me explain it to you. According to this rule, that is to say, if you can kill all other witches Warlock, all the magic power of Ancient God will be carried on your body."
Ian is really thinking seriously again.
"Yes, if possible, of course I want to monopolize all the magic power left by Ancient God." The Boys Demons showed honesty and did not hide any of his ambitions.
"Hmm."
Ian nodded, "The idea is very good, but have you ever thought about why the Ancient God whose name you don't know still has the magic power left in the world."
"Moreover, the most important thing is that these magic powers can be inherited by different wizards in different eras. The closer the bloodline is to the wizards, the more magic power they can allocate."
"As Demons, don't you find this situation strange at all?" Ian looked at the blank-eyed Demons and felt that this guy was caught by him not just because he was good enough.
"Taste the first product, taste the first product well -" Ian really didn't expect that he would have such a day to teach a Demons how to become a qualified Demons.
"If you collect all the magic power from this ancient god, does it mean that at that moment, your bloodline will be infinitely close to this ancient god?"
"With such a container, even if He is not moved, I will be moved." Ian's analysis is indeed not unreasonable. These words directly made the Boys Demons's eyes look horrified.
"No - probably not?"
The Boys Demons is overwhelmed with emotion, but he is still unwilling to admit it. There is no other way. If he admits that this speculation may be true, doesn't it prove that he is a fool?
This is obviously reincarnation and reincarnation into a big pit!
"Okay, sometimes it's okay to be a little stupid. I understand you, Ostrich, I'm familiar with it." Ian clapped his hands and his mood became much more stable. After all, he had just learned new knowledge.
"Yes, yes, I am the ostrich."
The Boys Demons did not dare to refute. He looked at Ian looking around and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart. "I have told you everything I know."
This is to hope that Ian recognizes the value it provides.
"Is that really all?"
Ian opened his mouth suspiciously and looked at the tied Demons.
"I swear in the name of my father Crowley! It's really everything!" Demons nodded crazily, the iron frame rattled,
He doesn't seem particularly smart.
At first glance, it seems that I didn't watch enough gangster movies when I was a kid.
There is no TV in Hell?
"Okay."
Ian also smiled.
Demons put on a flattering smile, showing a mouthful of fangs.
"So.. are we okay?"
He carefully tested, only to find that Ian had brought a kitchen knife and a paint bucket from not far away, and also adjusted his posture so that he was hanging upside down.
"Didn't I say that everything will be fine? Brother!"
Demons, whose eyelids were twitching wildly, forced a smile and frantically wanted to get closer to Ian. However, he only received a warning look from Ian in exchange for his address.
"Who is your brother? Be careful what you say!" Ian said confidently, "Ancestor-lander pretended to be reconciled with you,
It doesn't mean that there are no conflicts between me, Ian, and you."
"Do you understand my family heritage? I am born with an innate conflict with evil creatures like you." Ian picked up another stone from the ground.
"Liar! Damn it! You are deceiving me!" The Boys Demons's face turned as red as a pig's liver. Ian felt that he just had congestion in his head.
This is Demons.
How could it be so easy to defeat the defense?
The short time we got together made Ian feel that the other party was not as stingy as Minotaur Demon.
"Let me go! Let me go!!" The Boys Demons began to struggle hard, but his power was exhausted, and his magic power became extremely silent because of the loss of the book.
However.
This does not prevent Demons from twisting his body crazily with all his strength. He has no choice but to stay still, even if he is really stupid, the Boys Demons has already realized what he is going to face.
After all, the reflection of Ian sharpening a knife has been imprinted in his pupils.
"Don't worry, my father taught me what kindness is." Ian sharpened the knife sharply, and sharpened the kitchen knife he bought at his own expense from the department store until it was as sharp as he said it would be after using it.
This is true kindness.
The moment the kitchen knife was unsheathed, Demons's blood began to flow out crazily, and his skin began to turn a sickly grayish white color.
Purple blood vessels spread across the face like a spider web.
This is because the loss of vitality begins to transform back into the distorted original shape of Demons.
The life of Demons has polluted human genes so seriously. A smell of Sulfur slowly spread, and Ian gracefully held the iron bucket to catch all the blood of Demons like red wine.
Demons's blood is not red.
This Son of Hell's blood is as thick and dark as oil.
At first glance, it looks like real authentic fuel.
"No-
Demons's screams gradually became fainter.
Until a certain moment.
"Hiss!
The translucent soul emerged from the corpse, looking like a twisted monster with extremely ugly wings. Just as it was about to fly away, it was grabbed by Ian, who had been expecting it for a long time.
"How is that possible?!"
The soul screams.
"I no longer exist in this world!"
He was puzzled.
Crazy roaring room.
Ian had already taken out that simple pendant. I saw that Son of Hell's soul was extraordinary, and Death Knight finally responded to His shameless favored one again.
"Whoosh Son of the Demon God's soul was sucked into the pendant, and fine blood-colored lines appeared on the surface of the pendant, beating like blood vessels. After a while, it fed back the gift from Death Knight to Ian.
Only seen.
The familiar crystal was spat out by the pendant.
"It was my adoptive father who captured Demons's soul as a toy. This was just a reward he chose from his desserts for me." Ian grabbed the crystal in mid-air.
Familiar deliciousness.
It always has such an amazing taste.
Melts in your mouth.
Power suddenly filled Ian's body.
[Name: Ian·Kent]
[General occupation: Student Iv7 [586/640] Writer Iv1 [7/10)]
[Extraordinary profession: Berserker LV4 [69/80)Savage Tyrant 1v3 [7/40)]
[World recognition: Independent NPC]
[Talent skills: Blood-Reversal Furnace, Perfect Divinity]
[Professional skills: Self-Healing Tide, Iron Body, Solar Eyes.]
[Professional skill points: Berserker [3)Savage Tyrant [1)]
[General skills: Ian·Kent defense [entry] learning [elite]]
[General skill points: 7]
[Strength:23-26]
[Physique:44-44.3]
[Intelligence:3.3-3.5]
[Spirit:7.9-21]
It still has that familiar feeling, and it still focuses on improving the spiritual level. I have to say, maybe the name Son of Hell does have some gold in it.
This is much more significant than the [spiritual] improvement brought by the Demon God's clone!
Far exceeded Ian's estimate!
"I've become stronger again! But I'm still not bald!" Ian subconsciously touched the top of his head. It was true that his hair had not fallen out. He could feel that his eyes were getting stronger.
Even the temporary loss of vision caused by the continuous use of golden rays was immediately restored, without even allowing Ian to use the [Self-Healing Tide] skill that consumes fat reserves.
Not only can the time you use skills obviously last longer.
[Solar Eyes: The eyes can release high-intensity laser beams. Continuous use will cause a temporary decrease in vision. The intensity of the laser beam depends on the user's mental attributes.] Even the effect of using this skill has definitely been enhanced at an epic level. If you round up, it can be three times the previous intensity.
"It's a pity that there is no place for me to use it." Ian glanced at the hanging corpse that had completely decayed and showed all the characteristics of Demons with some regret.
The improvement of attributes is not the only benefit brought by the soul of Son of Hell. After checking his personal panel, Ian also immediately noticed changes in his long list of status bars.
[Inter-world Walker]
This is obviously an additional reward obtained by Ian after sacrificing Son of Hell to Death Knight.
Arranged side by side with [Death Knight Envoy].
"So there can be such benefits! He is indeed my generous adoptive father!" Ian did not inherit Heat Vision from his father, but his eyes are indeed a little red now.
Just Son of Hell can already get extra rewards. How beautiful it would be if Son of Hell's father and the other demon gods in Hell were captured and sacrificed!
Don't dare think!
If you think too much, Ian is afraid that you will dive directly into Hell!
He can really drill now!
Just find the gate that leads to Hell!
[Inter-world Walker: You can exempt yourself from the cost and freely travel between the world and Hell.] Yes, this is a brief introduction to the rare positive buff on Ian.
Words are short.
That means it's a big deal.
But for whom it is a big deal, that is a matter of benevolence and wisdom.
Anyway, Ian is now grateful to his adoptive father from the bottom of his heart, and has decided to set up a few tables for his adoptive father KFC every year on the day when he and his adoptive father meet, as a tribute to his adoptive father's smell.
"Luck is really with me."
Ian was in a great mood. He was holding the fuel barrel in one hand and the body that had begun to twist back to the Demons form in the other hand. He was about to call Madison to evacuate.
I never thought that Madison had already finished taking selfies and ran over.
"Ian, have you joined some strange organization? Monster Association? Why is there a garbled phone number with the note Gotham Weirdo sending you a message?"
"He asked you to quickly send him the rest of the manuscript in the agreed way - it's not that I wanted to peep at your information, it was just that I happened to see this information when it was sent."
Madison defended his own lack of moral integrity.
Meaningless.
"Read less Japanese comics." Ian looked up at the sky. He already had excellent eyesight and could see the birds in the sky, but he was not yet able to see the satellites in the sky.
"Gotham Weirdo must have reminded me to run away quickly. It can't be that the manuscript he took back was stolen again." Ian took the time to look around.
He thought a little in his mind.
Immediately.
He temporarily put down a series of materials in his hand, pulled out two Imp from the bundled Demons Imp, and without saying a word, he broke the necks of the two Imp.
"Did you switch personalities again?"
Madison saw Ian's decisive approach and blinked.
"Go away.
Ian feels that Madison is always so filthy when he curses people. It's not that he really has a split personality. But towards Demons, most normal people will have the same lack of mercy as him.
"Look carefully and study hard. This is wisdom." Ian calculated the position and placed the two Imp in the middle of the ruins, pretending that they were killing each other.
Someone has to pay for the tragic situation in this area, right? As for the initiator, Ian is willing to hand over two of them,
I have really considered it for the official staff of Metropolis.
"A kind person! I really live up to this name!" Ian grabbed a series of materials he had harvested, and ran away with the bucket.
Madison, who was still using Ian's mobile phone to make photos, couldn't even get a taste of his butt.
"Wait for me!"
Madison is not stupid either.
Knowing what he would face if he stayed here, he quickly ran up and followed Ian. One or two people came to the outside of the previous restaurant, and everyone around them also fainted on the ground.
"This must be a trick played by that Demons who used my Magic Book indiscriminately." Ian looked up at the sky thoughtfully.
No sign of the seven wolves was found. Even Superman did not notice anything unusual in this neighborhood. It is conceivable that the Magic Book he is carrying in his waistband is really not a simple thing.
"Isn't that the Magic Book you snatched?"
Madison's thinking is really a bit off sometimes.
That's right.
If she hadn't, she wouldn't have waited so long on the playground yesterday.
"He is a time assassin. You don't understand. He stole my current Magic Book in the past." Ian's fallacies are always very reasonable, and Madison feels that he has learned a new truth.
"Oh."
She replied.
Seeing Ian open the hood of a Dodge Hellcat and lift out three black men from the hood, Madison was only surprised that Ian actually had a car. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the parking lot orange-red, and the black paint of Hellcat glowed with a strange metallic luster under the light.
"You actually have a car? Or is it a new car of this level?" Madison circled the car body, her thoughts sometimes jumping even more than Ian's.
"You are so rich, but you only buy one orange for me!?"
Madison is still carrying the late oranges. After all, they are the oranges that he has waited so hard for, but they are valued much more than those bought with money, even if the oranges look spoiled.
"Yes! The most important thing is that these oranges have green hair!"
Madison took out an orange and dangled it in front of Ian's eyes.
"Fart! I just bought oranges yesterday!" Ian took a look and found that there were indeed some green hairs on the oranges. "This is fruit cream. You must have never eaten blueberries."
He always finds a new excuse.
However.
This time, Madison cannot be deceived.
"You're the one farting! What kind of fruit cream is there in oranges? If it's really fruit cream, take a bite and show me." Girls all love to eat fruits, so they still have a lot of common sense in this area.
"I won't eat what you touched."
Ian stuffed all Demons into the trunk. It seems that the trunk cannot fit in it, but his car is not ordinary.
You can stuff as much as you want into the trunk.
"Do you know your arm is bleeding?" Ian saw Madison standing there with a pool of blood dripping from her feet. She suspected that the girl had deliberately mutilated herself to take better photos.
Some people are capable of such things.
"I was accidentally scratched by a streetlight - damn, I must have licked it several times." Madison couldn't stand Ian's suspicion, so she covered the wound belatedly.
"It's okay, I have a band-aid."
Ian opened the passenger door and took out the rest of his sanitary napkins.
"No, can this stop the bleeding?" Madison questioned, her expression extremely confused. She didn't even understand why there was such a thing in Ian's car.
"This is for night use. It can be smoked. I have tried it." Ian answered seriously and helped to remove the "band-aid".
His behavior made Madison feel that his deskmate was perverted and caring.
"I'd better do it myself."
Madison weighed it for a moment, but still chose to refuse, and licked her wounds twice more. This time, her witch ability, which was sometimes ineffective, came into play.
The wound heals quickly.
It's even faster than Ian's low-level self-healing skills.
"What a pity."
Ian looked at the unpacked sanitary napkin in his hand, and in the spirit of diligence and thrift, stuffed it back into the packaging bag, and stuffed it all together with the packaging bag to Madison.
"Wait until your time comes this month to use it, and then you will know that what I said is correct." Ian still wanted to prove that he was not lying.
Madison was fucked into silence.
"Oh, there are also these. I don't think I will need them. I bought too many when I was trying to stop bleeding for my pet." Ian stuffed all the remaining dozens of packs of sanitary napkins into Madison.
"No, you???" Looking at the cleaning supplies that couldn't fit in his hands, Madison really wanted to ask Ian if his pet was a female elephant!
"Oh, this is my pet and also my car entertainment system." In order to prove that he was not a pervert, Ian also took out Demon Head from his schoolbag.
Minotaur Demon's status in Ian's heart is rising along with his role.
"This is also Demons?"
Madison spoke cautiously, for fear of exposing his lack of knowledge.
"Hmm."
Ian answered while stopping Orange Cat who was trying to escape. And looking at Ian holding Demon Head under his armpits who was pretending to be sleeping, Madison opened his mouth for a long time but could not comment on the previous sentence.
"Oh, this world has gone crazy. I'd better go home quickly and calm down after having nightmares." Madison grabbed her hair and was about to get into the passenger seat. However, as soon as she put her head in, Ian grabbed her out and threw her into the back row like a helpless kitten.
"Did you just want to put me in the trunk?" The blonde girl with messy hair was confused. She hugged Orange Cat, who was thrown into the car in the same way by Ian not long before her.
"Sorry, it's easy."
Ian would still apologize when it was time to apologize. He picked up the fuel barrel and came to the side of Hellcat, and began to pour the high-grade blood of Demons into the fuel tank of Hellcat.
I have to say.
High-grade fuel is different. Hellcat made a satisfying "gurgling" sound, and the lines on the surface of the car began to squirm and change, and ancient mysterious runes emerged.
"This pure blood! You killed a Son of the Demon King?!" Demon Head didn't pretend to be dead anymore. It was under the armpit of Ian. In fact, it had already felt the aura of the killed high-level Demons.
It's because I'm trembling inside.
Only then will it choose to play dead directly.
"It's okay, you have it too. Eat it all before I go home. If my mother finds out if you leave a drop of blood, you will be dead." Ian threw his Abyss Demon Bucket into the trunk.
He has his own ideas.
[Ian's Grimoire] sounds very good, but Ian doesn't intend to really let himself provide magic power, so he needs this Demons with only his head left to become stronger.
Keeping in mind the pitfalls of DC magic, Ian has enough caution.
And Minotaur Demon obviously does not.
"Don't worry! I'm the best at destroying corpses and removing traces! Look! This pure flesh and blood of Demons! There is also the aftertaste of Son of the Demon King!
I feel like my status is about to be promoted!"
After Minotaur was thrown into the trunk, he immediately became extremely excited and began to devour it crazily. He was not aware of Ian's intention at all. It was normal. It was obviously not without reason that it would push Minotaur's head instead of being smarter.
"Eat, eat, eat more and become stronger!"
Ian was also very happy. At this moment, he had even thought about asking this Demons to provide him with magic power.
Then he used his amazing talents to create what kind of great magic.
That is absolutely true greatness!
"That-" Madison knocked on the window at this time, "Ian, your car is on fire, do I really not need to get out?
I feel like the color of the fire it ignites is not right."
Madison holds the cat.
Try to act like you have seen a lot of the world.
"Of course Hellcat has to spray Hellfire, it's normal." Ian explained patiently. Then, Madison, who was making a fuss, suddenly realized and felt the growth of knowledge again.
She feels that she is actually quite capable of learning.
I just didn't learn the right knowledge in school before.
And seeing Madison's attitude.
Ian also quite recognizes people who are open-minded and willing to learn.
"Don't worry, Little Punk Girl. Although your strength level is not high, as long as An Xin is my pendant, when I die, I will leave this car to you."
"By the way, the Sorcerer Supreme position passed to me by my mentor Tony·Stark will all be yours. It sounds much better than Supreme Witch."
"You just need to shave your head and you will become stronger."
Ian feels that his pua skills are becoming more and more proficient.
Madison cannot be played though.
But she looks like a super nanny.
Scarce resources.
Even if you don't need it, you still have to be included in the team.
"Um - forget about the bald head - listening to your tone, why do I feel that you are very confident that you will definitely die behind me?" Madison still knows a lot about Ian.
"Nonsense!"
Lies don't hurt.
But the truth will definitely make some people make a loud noise when closing the passenger door.
"No! Why is it running on its own! Damn it!!" Even though he tried his best to cover up his big chest and brainlessness, Madison was still startled by Hellcat who took off instantly.
"This is a new energy vehicle, of course it can run on its own." Ian didn't look back. His answer made Madison learn something again. After swallowing, he carefully wrote down the knowledge points.
Maybe he was drunk.
Hellcat is playing a very exciting song.
"Don't play the song, I'm thinking." Ian manually turned off the radio station Hellcat. He was looking at the compass Lady Death's Compass in his hand still pointing in an unknown direction.
It's not pointing at the heavy Magic Book in Ian's hand.
"Isn't it this?"
Ian touched his chin, wondering what Lady Death was looking for. At this time, Madison was extremely nervous when he noticed that Hellcat was running faster and faster, and then took off directly.
She tightly hugged the cat in her arms, and in order to change the subject, she began to talk to Ian, "I think what you said Ancestor-lander before was not arrogant enough."
"You have to add a little rudeness." Madison said firmly. The thing that can make this green tea girl relax the most is, of course, something related to the career she loves.
Ian, who was still thinking, immediately lost interest, "Huh? That Demons is so pissed off, but I haven't even asked his name yet. Am I not being rude enough?"
He felt that he had been very rude.
"It's not enough. The characters in your comics, too, lack real recklessness." Madison's voice was decisive. This is indeed how the classmates interact with each other.
"Maybe you're right. He mocked me so much that I didn't even feel that my moral bottom line had dropped. It seems that my personal quality is too high."
Ian is reflecting.
He looked at his [Perfect Divinity] negative buff thoughtfully.
Toad is moving.
He hammered Toad.
The car gradually flew away.
About ten minutes later.
The unconscious people on the street began to wake up one after another.
People looked around blankly. Some people tried to call the police but found that their mobile phones were missing. In the chaos, a woman wearing a black veil appeared silently at the door of the fast food restaurant.
"Something seems to have happened on the street over there." A waiter walked forward, rubbing his temples, "Sorry, guest, we may need to suspend business today."
"Everyone is unconscious. Maybe someone from the military is experimenting with poison gas on civilians. This behavior is simply crazy." The waiter seemed to be a conspiracy theorist.
Regarding this.
The veiled woman is not interested.
She just raised her pale fingers and pressed on the waiter's temple. The next moment, the waiter's eyes immediately became empty, and the memory could not be read again.
"Huh?"
After a while.
The woman retracted her finger.
Qing quickly closed her eyes and used some kind of ability. Everyone in the restaurant showed empty expressions. In the memory reading room,
The expression on this woman's veil became extremely solemn.
"This is impossible!"
A cry of surprise.
When the waiter came to his senses, the woman had disappeared. Five minutes later, in a dark alley, the veiled woman who had disappeared mysteriously took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Mother, I-"
She opened her mouth to the person on the other end of the phone and told the absurd information she had pieced together after some further research. It was indeed absurd enough, and the person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time.
"You mean, our reserve witch spent eight hundred dollars to hire a powerful the Exorcist and killed a Son of the Demon King before we even reacted?"
"And this human being hasn't been eaten by that book yet?" The old, hoarse voice had a very strange tone. If it hadn't been her daughter who called, she would have definitely thought that the other person was playing a trick on her.
How to say it.
It is normal for this old voice to have such thoughts. After all, the situation heard from the veiled woman would be abnormal to anyone with normal thinking and logic.
How to describe it?
It was as outrageous as a street gang fight, and then one of the parties found Darkseid as a thug. The veiled woman tried her best to explain to her mother that she had confirmed it repeatedly.
She was panicked.
No one knows the woman on the other end of the phone better than she does.
Supreme Witch.
It is a terrifying existence that even a daughter like her is afraid of.
"Don't be nervous, my child, come back first - of course I believe you. After all, there are many things in this world that cannot be explained, but they really happened before our eyes."
Supreme Witch's voice quickly calmed down after the initial emotional ups and downs.
"Okay, mother."
After heaving a sigh of relief, the veiled woman's pale fingers gently brushed against the ancient masonry of the wall, and with an almost inaudible sound, her figure was like an erased chalk drawing.
Disappeared from the spot in an instant.
This is the teleportation magic in Seven Wonders that Demons mentioned. When he appeared again, the veiled woman was already standing under the stained glass of a Gothic church.
Several witch apprentices were wiping the candlesticks. When they saw the veiled woman, they immediately bowed their heads and saluted.
"Fox Principal."
The attitude of these witch apprentices is extremely respectful.
"Good afternoon."
The veiled woman Cordelia Fox responded perfunctorily, her robe brushed against the cold marble floor, and she quickly walked towards her office.
But she did not enter the office.
Instead, it stopped in the empty corridor, in front of the damaged statue of the Virgin. Cordelia pressed her palm on it, and the stone statue slowly moved away with a dull roar.
Only seen.
There is a secret passage behind the stone statue.
It's a deep spiral staircase. A damp musty smell mixed with the smell of herbs hits your face.
"I hope mother hasn't done anything yet." Cordelia lifted up her skirt and walked down the stairs step by step. The candle automatically lit up with a green flame as she passed by.
The center of the basement.
A rickety figure was facing away from the entrance.
"Mother."
Cordelia called softly.
She is cautious.
"When I finish thinking, I want to check your memory." Supreme Witch Fiona's voice was hoarse and a little weak. She did not look back but kept staring at the huge glass sphere in front of her.
Only seen.
The sphere is filled with dark, viscous liquid, with occasional faint blue light spots swimming in it, like trapped fireflies, and as pitiable as the comatose man trapped inside. It was a pale and thin man with long and messy hair, curled up like a fetus in the womb.
"This god who fell into the mortal world - how should I take away his supreme power?" Supreme Witch murmured in a low voice. She was thinking about the same question every day.