Outside St. John's Cathedral in New York, a large number of demons are surrounding them from four directions, and they are constantly increasing.
The nocturnal dragon clan that protects the cathedral is severely undermanned and is in a passive defense dilemma.
Although one represents heaven and the other represents hell, in terms of appearance, no one would object if they both came from hell.
The Nocturnal Dragon is a gargoyle with a green face and fangs, and is covered in gray and clay-colored bodies. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they are all two meters tall, with a majestic build, big shoulders and round waists.
The weapons are double-edged axes, single-edged axes, mountain axes, and machetes. All members follow a purely manly approach.
The demon clan is much more refined.
The lower demon has red eyes and white areas, and black veins on his neck and face. At first glance, he looks like a dark-style idol.
In comparison, the superior demon is a bit miserable, with blue-black horny wrinkled skin, sharp teeth and claws that rival those of a nocturnal dragon.
From a distance, they look like a human being, but if you get closer, you will be nauseated by their strong sulfur body fragrance.
The leader of the demon clan, Naberius, has not yet arrived, and the person in charge of this battle is one of his cronies.
In order to avoid being discovered by Hell, Naberius went deep into Jianli and did not participate in the war between the two clans for a long time, causing many nocturnal dragons to suspect that he was dead.
Like all wars, war is not an end in itself.
There was something Naberius wanted in the cathedral, and he was willing to send a large number of his descendants to die for it.
Adam Frankenstein!
An artificial man was created by a mad scientist two hundred years ago and stitched together from corpses. Naberius saw a miracle in him. Not only the Creator can create life, but also science.
Naberius wanted to get Adam, decipher his source of life out of thin air, and then create an army of Stitchmen to conquer the world.
It’s hard to say whether it’s true or not, but the demon clan believed it, and they were inspired and eager to use war to conquer the world and promote the power of hell and Satan.
The two sides faced off along the boundaries of the cathedral. The demons were numerous and put great pressure on the Nocturnal Dragon Clan.
The situation is very serious. Queen Leonora's contact with Heaven has failed, and they can only fight alone.
The strange thing is that in New York, an information-based metropolis where gargoyles are flying everywhere and pinkeyes are everywhere, well-informed reporters did not rush to the scene as soon as possible.
Time passed by, and the hands of the clock tower gradually pointed to midnight, like the final countdown. The atmosphere of the war was so solemn that it was difficult to breathe, and it would collapse and explode at any time.
On the other side, Russell was dressed in a white robe, riding a heavy-duty war horse transformed by the Holy Light under his crotch, walking through the brightly lit streets of New York at lightning speed.
The camera zoomed to the top of a high-rise building, and a white beam of light could be seen running quickly on the road, and in the blink of an eye it flashed to the next street.
There were exclamations one after another, and the vision attracted people to chase each other. Fortunately, the camera that captured the white light picture showed a vague silhouette of a figure riding a war horse.
The cathedral was right in front of him. Russell pulled up the reins, and the horse under his crotch roared loudly. He jumped up with his front hooves on the ground, ran along the wall at a 90-degree right angle, and finally stopped at the top of a tall building.
The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, the war horse breathed out white flames, its front hooves were raised high, and Russell on his back waved and pulled out a great sword of holy light from the void.
The light flashed away, briefly illuminating the night sky.
Although it was only for a moment, it attracted the attention of the two tribes. They looked at the tall building in surprise and felt the pressure of palpitations from the mysterious man who stood up with his sword drawn.
The Nocturnal Dragon was both surprised and happy. They were happy because the holy light on the mysterious man's body showed that the visitor was a friend rather than an enemy. They were shocked because the holy light was too strong and made them feel ashamed.
Everyone in the demon clan was in danger, and the holy light that was so strong that it materialized made them dare not act rashly. Many demons even suspected that they could not even beat the horse.
Russell glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the clock tower was about to point to twelve o'clock. He waited for the moment when the bell rang and weighed which way of entering would be more shocking.
Is it a war horse with wings on its back and falling from the sky, or is it a war horse charging vertically along the building wall?
Dang! Dang! Dang————
The bell rang, Russell shook the reins, and the horse jumped straight off the building after receiving the command.
After thinking about it for a long time, the explosion is simple and clear!
At this moment, the familiar time reset struck again. The time returned to 24 hours ago, and the murderous war disappeared. No matter whether it was the devil or the nocturnal dragon, there was no trace.
Bang!
Russell loosened his crotch and landed on the ground in a riding posture. His feet smashed the bricks on the ground until they reached his calves.
A cold wind blew by, rolling up the white robe and making a hunting sound.
"Damn it, where's my horse!!"
D!
Russell threw the sword in his hand angrily. He finally tried to show off, but it was over before it even started. His poor landing action made him look like a stupid Deadpool.
"Fortunately no one saw..."
Russell glanced at the quiet cathedral. The holy light converged and returned to the sacred mark on the back of his right hand, disappearing into the darkness.
"Hello, Eleanor?"
"That's right, I'm just that boring. I like to take a shower and talk on the phone at the same time... Stop talking nonsense. I dropped the soap on the floor. Come in and pick it up... now! Now!"
"It's okay if there is no one. I'm kidding you. Now go to the window and see if Li Bao is in the stable on the first floor. If not, call the police immediately."
After hanging up the phone, Russell frowned and thought. The time was reset to 24 hours ago, and it also happened at midnight. It can be ruled out that it was caused by David Rice's teleportation ability.
The time was reset twice in a row in the early morning, and every second was accurate, and both times went back 24 hours. If David Rice had this ability, the script would be "Time Controller" instead of "Psychic Transporter".
It's bad that after experiencing "Terror Cruise", Russell is very disgusted with time loops. What's worse is that he doesn't know which movie about time loops he is involved in.
Is it "Edge of Tomorrow" or "Groundhog Day", or is it still the "Terror Cruise Ship" that caused his steel ship to crack.
Russell lit a cigarette, calmly analyzed and thought for a while, and found that there was no clue. The only good news was that no disgusting clones appeared.
When in doubt, he consulted professionals. Russell rubbed his hands and opened the door to hell, preparing to chat with Miss Satan for 24 hours.
Satan is not in the castle. To be precise, the entire castle is gone. There is only a bare piece of land, which proves that Russell went to the right place.
Russell: (一`′一)
He determined that Miss Satan had encountered a formidable enemy that was too powerful to contend with. In order to protect herself, she hurriedly changed her strategy without even thinking about hell.
Regarding the identity of this unknown powerful enemy, Russell still had some doubts.
He called the devil's cell phone, but no one answered for a long time. He hung up with a black look on his face, cursing Satan that one day he would be captured by a powerful enemy and imprisoned in the basement with tragic words written all over his body.
"Innocent, if you move the castle everything will be fine. Who are you looking down on!"
Russell snorted coldly, "A country cannot live without a king for a day, and hell is no exception. Satan has lost his ambition with his playthings, and it is time for him to replace him."
Boom!!
Rich dark energy shot straight into the sky, thunder and lightning swam in the dark clouds entrenched in black smoke, and the roaring sound covered up the wails and screams coming from the red abyss.
The devil's body stands in hell with horns on its head, and three pairs of jet-black wings behind it cover the sky and scatter the sun, scattering large amounts of black mud.
Russell raised the black flame sword upside down and stabbed it heavily into the cracked black continent. The magic wave suddenly expanded, swallowing up the surrounding area, occupying hell bit by bit, and turning it into his...territory.
Drops of black muddy water fell to the ground, turning into a turbulent black sea, quickly pouring into the cracks of the abyss, assimilating the original hell territory, turning it into a boost to accelerate the devouring process.
The speed of darkness expansion was extremely astonishing, and the tidal ocean rolled down, instantly blackening a large area of space.
The territory of hell is infinite, and theoretically it cannot be completely occupied, but the expansion of darkness cannot be stopped at all. When the roots of hell are eroded by darkness, it will become the same as the dark dimension, and everything will be determined by Russell's words.
"I wonder if hell is also within the time loop..."
The erosion took too long, and Russell left behind a clone of the demon god, injected dark energy into the black flame sword, and returned to the world in a flash.
…
Branch office, director's office.
Russell held up the two files with a pained face, smashed them down with telepathy, and fast-forwarded to end the conversation with the director.
He walked out the door with the file. He didn't know what plot he was involved in, and he was confused as to how to break the situation. He only knew that every morning at exactly the right time, the world would be reset to the previous day.
Suddenly I don’t want to work hard anymore!
If it had been anyone else, given unlimited reset time, they would have done all kinds of things and enjoy 24 hours without responsibility.
But Russell has no interest. With his ability, even if he is not in the time loop, no one can do anything to him irresponsibly. The time loop will be of no benefit to him.
Because of this chaotic world, Russell couldn't tell whether he actively intervened in the plot or whether he was unfortunately affected by the fish pond.
The former is okay, but the latter is troublesome. For example, in "Groundhog Day", how to find the male protagonist in the infinite loop is a big problem.
Russell slowed down the second possibility and considered the first hypothesis first, recalling who and what he met on the first day of the time loop.
The police station, the bank, the school, the teleporter David Rice, the nation's most wanted criminal John Tombers, after thinking about it, there is no one worthy of attention.
Russell thought about the problem from a different angle and repeated it exactly as it was within two days. There was only one thing that did not change.
Go catch John Tombers at Brooklyn College!
"Is this guy a key figure?"
Russell instinctively wanted to refuse. Tombers was a slovenly tramp with neglected long hair and beard, and did not have the appearance that a protagonist should have.
Moreover, the setting of a serial murderer makes it difficult to create a sense of immersion. If he is the protagonist, the movie will only hit the streets.
With no other choice at the moment, Russell pondered for a moment and drove to Brooklyn College to try to follow Tombers and see what would happen to him.