Space shattered, and Russell crashed to the ground like a human cannonball. His elemental armor was mostly destroyed, and he lay in the crater groaning.
All around him, the fallen Lords had been thrown everywhere. Some lay on their backs, some facedown, all of them groaning as well.
Human cannonballs were not frightening. The Lords were sturdy enough to endure it hundreds or thousands of times over.
What was frightening were the shattered spatial rifts and the energy turbulence that followed like a shadow. Space in the Hell dimension was exceptionally stable and nearly impossible to damage. Once it was damaged, the consequences would be catastrophic.
At least, it would be a catastrophe for the Hell Lords!
"Look, that's Darkseid. He was defeated by Cyttorak, the Crimson Lord."
"Nonsense, he was clearly beaten to death!"
Russell lay spread-eagled in the crater, taking in less air than he exhaled, as if he might return to Heaven's embrace at any moment.
"That freeloader. I told him he wasn't qualified to be Satan, but he wouldn't listen and even picked a fight with Cyttorak."
"What an overconfident idiot!"
"Some people are like that. They gain a little power and can no longer tell reality from dreams. They even forget who they are..."
"..."
As they spoke, the Hell Lords' voices gradually faded. Their breathing quickened as they stared at the Infinity Gauntlet on Russell's left hand and the six Infinity Stones embedded in it.
A real man should be like this!
He can be replaced!
For a moment, all the Lords had ideas. Put simply, that was roughly what they meant.
The encirclement tightened. A group of red-eyed figures surrounded Russell three layers deep, inside and out. No one knew who started it, but they all rushed forward in a swarm.
A sudden