The meeting of demon kings lasted for a long time, so long that Russell had enough time to remember the faces of every hell lord clearly.
Although the hell lords' shapes changed at a moment's notice, no one recognized them from Dormammu to Russell, so remembering their appearance was of little significance, but this meeting was really boring, and he could only use it to pass the time.
I don’t know what the plans of the hell lords are. Everyone expresses his own opinion, saying that others are not worthy of trust and that he is the only candidate for ‘Satan’.
As long as everyone is willing to support his rise to power, a big hell family can be established where everyone is equal. In the future, the benefits will be shared together, and the throne will take turns.
Before the wheat is planted, the pie painting begins!
This kind of nonsense, not to mention the cunning and cunning Lord of Hell, Russell, who just joined the group, would not believe it.
Almost everyone knows this, but they still keep talking about it. This is not an old lady's foot wrap, this is force-feeding shit.
Russell dozed off after hearing this, and tried to suggest a fight several times, but the last one standing was Satan.
After all, it's hell. Being eloquent and able to deceive people is just one thing. Big fists are even more convincing.
But he did not make this suggestion after all. There were several muscle lords at the table who were not good at words and were already asleep. Such a rough guy didn't want to be the leader, so why would he make himself uncomfortable?
Being really bored, Russell could only continue to look at people and broaden his horizons to study strange species.
After two cycles, Russell basically checked his eyes with everyone, except for the three people from Cytorac. In summary, everyone in the hell family looked kind and friendly, and seemed to get along well with each other.
Male hell lords, no matter tall or short, fat or thin, always have the same look in their eyes: Brother, you look great, come and sit at my house if you have the chance.
The female hell lord, regardless of whether she has fabric on her body or not, always has the same look: Handsome guy, you look great, come to my house if you have the chance.
Regardless of whether it was true or not, the key was the attitude. Russell felt directly that the hell lords were warm and hospitable. Considering that everyone was busy, he did not come to disturb them.
Bang!
A hell lord who had fallen asleep and pretended to be asleep slapped the table and stood up. He tried hard to make himself sleepy but failed. He stood up angrily and said, "I can't stand it anymore. I want to go back to my territory. You continue!"
Just as Russell's imagination was opening up, he realized that the Satanic War was a test of patience. Just when the first one who couldn't bear it would be eliminated, another dozen hell lords chose their sides. After a while, more than half of the seats were vacant, and Cytorak three
People also threw away their hands.
"..."
Russell was confused and looked at Mephisto beside him in confusion, asking what the operation was.
"Everyone wants to become the supreme Satan, to be above all the lords of hell, to take back their power and become the strongest. But if such a person really appears, others will immediately join forces to tear him apart, so..."
Mephisto smiled maliciously and said: "Everyone is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to reasonably ascend the throne. Obviously, it is not today."
Russell nodded silently after hearing this. The powers of the hell lords overlapped seriously, and the source of their power was human fear. Once Satan takes the throne, he will harvest all the fears for himself. The hell lords will either die or kneel down and eat the leftovers.
vegetable.
The arrogant hell lords, all of whom are the best in the world, are not willing to bow down and submit to the trash they look down upon. Therefore, the best outcome is that either he himself becomes Satan, or there is no Satan.
I can’t get it, and no one else can get it either!
"Actually, today's meeting was quite long. In the past, everyone sat for a while and then dispersed."
Mephisto stared at Russell and laughed: "Darkseid, do you know why?"
Russell raised his eyebrows: "Everyone thinks that I will be an opportunity because I don't understand the rules and am new here."
"Yes, but you let everyone down."
"It doesn't matter, brother, as long as you are satisfied."
"Hahaha, yes, that's it."
The two were laughing. Russell turned around and found that his third brother, Satanish, had left. He couldn't help but curl his lips without saying hello. They were indeed superficial brothers.
"Satanish is probably in a hurry, so don't take it to heart." Mephisto comforted him, stood up and left the table with a smile: "I happen to be in a hurry too. Come to my hell another day, and I'll make an appointment with a few like-minded friends.
Let’s sit down and chat slowly.”
Mephisto left immediately, but Russell had not left the table yet. More than ten enchanting female hell lords, including Hela, came forward enthusiastically and wanted to invite him to sit at home.
There is no other meaning, I just feel that Russell is very similar to his ex-boyfriend and I want to relive the old dream.
Although the collars of the female hell lords were very sincere, and each one was more enchanting than the last, Russell still politely refused. It was not because he was cowardly, but because social etiquette required that he must refuse.
If he accepts one of the invitations, what will the other people who were rejected think? Are they shameless?
Besides, there are many hell lords, and I don’t know if there are any male devils mixed in, so it’s safer to refuse.
The dark dimension channel opened, Russell disappeared without a trace, and appeared on the galaxy planet in the dark dimension.
There was a blood moon in the sky, and there was deathly silence over the desert. A strong wind blew in, sweeping away the sand and dust, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Russell raised his hand and waved, freezing everything in the world still. As his thoughts changed, the sea changed in an instant, and the vast sandy land turned into a wavy sea.
"Fascinating power, no wonder everyone wants to become Satan..."
Russell glanced at the ocean at his feet, and his telepathy fell silent. In the blink of an eye, the ocean turned into an ice sheet, and in an instant it turned into a red sea of magma.
After a moment, he opened his eyes with a strange look on his face. This world lacked something necessary.
life!
Unfortunately, Russell does not have the ability to shape the soul. The body can be reorganized with matter, but the soul cannot. As for splitting his own soul...
Absolutely impossible!
The door to hell opened again, and Russell stepped inside, ready to collect a few souls and experience the greatness of the Creator.
…
The Gate of Hell can only open hell. After the previous Hell Demon King meeting, Russell roughly figured out some experiences. For example, the hell dimension opened by the Gate of Hell is not limited to the current universe, but other universes in the Marvel world can also enter.
Because the hell dimension opposite the door may be owned by someone, and you will be served food when you enter, so you must confirm carefully when opening the door, otherwise it will be too late to regret it.
He was very lucky. The first one was the ownerless hell dimension. Russell was surprised. After all, his luck had always been average.
It's below average, or a little bit more, and the character suddenly explodes, which really catches me off guard.
This is a very special dimensional world. There are eight continents in total from bottom to top. The area shrinks layer by layer like a pyramid, and the edges of the continent are broken and spread out, like a suspended asteroid belt.
His sight jumped across the eight-story continent, and the void occupied in all directions was very narrow. Russell nodded secretly. This may be the reason why it has not been discovered and occupied so far.
Although the sparrow is small and has all its internal organs, Russell's body is suspended in the void, flying straight from the first floor to the eighth floor, confirming that the dimensional world in front of him is worthy of the name of hell.
From the deathly scarlet blood sea at the bottom to the quiet and lightless dark world on the seventh level, there are yellow sand deserts, abyss canyons, poisonous swamps, hurricane knife mountains, and magma basins in between, all of which are standard attractions in hell.
, soaked in it are countless insensitive souls.
These souls were so full of resentment and had suffered so many years of suffering that when they discovered the aura of the living in Russell's body, they all roared and vented their vicious curses.
The powerful resentment made Russell dare not underestimate him. He spread out three pairs of black wings behind his back and soared up to the top of the continent.
The sky was dark, with thick black clouds forming blocks, and occasional straight beams of light falling, as if the end of the world was coming at dusk.
It is not sunlight, but the result of the dimensional world simulating the world of the living, which Russell regards as a sad light!
This is a kind of deception, giving all the dead souls a glimmer of hope, telling them that as long as they complete their sentence, they can go to heaven and be liberated.
But in fact, this hell dimension has neither entrance nor exit.
The completely enclosed dimensional world cuts off all possibility of contact with the outside world. The souls living here can only cycle through the eight levels of hell, suffering endless torture and never recover.
"No wonder everyone is so insensitive and resentful after seeing me..."
Russell frowned, and the question came, since it is a completely closed dimensional world, how did these souls get in?
Why didn't the person who sent them in take this dimension as their own and use it as a foundation to invade other dimensions?
"Things suddenly became very interesting, but I'm not a detective and I don't have a hobby of solving mysteries."
Russell raised his hand and snapped his fingers, opening the space channel of the dark dimension behind his back. The two dimensions were connected, and pitch-black chains were thrown out from the dark dimension, locking the narrow dimension of the eight-level mainland hell.
Dimension invasion begins!
The invasion went very smoothly, and it was once again confirmed that it was an ownerless dimension, or that the owner had died. Russell was completely relieved and began to examine the eighth floor in front of him.
Under the black clouds, the long and steep mountain rises like a sharp sword. Suddenly, a strong wind blows, echoing among the peaks, and the sound of charging horns is heard. It feels like the loneliness of "a mountain with thousands of miles of sky"
Feeling of sadness.
Desolate and mesmerizing, majestic and tragic!
It is impossible to compose poetry. Russell flapped his wings and soared between the sword mountains. Suddenly, a beam of light flew through the clouds and landed on the ground, reflecting a large area of cold light and shadow below.
Metallic light!
Russell raised his eyebrows, flapped his wings and landed towards the shining spot.
On a plain in front of the Sword Canyon, the metal that reflects the light is a row of swords inserted upside down in the cracks of the rocks. If you look at it, there are thousands of them.
Russell frowned slightly, fluttered his wings over the white bones under his feet, and pulled out the sword closest to him. The sword body was condensed with cold air, and the body of the sword holder was rotting, but the sword was still as bright as new, which showed its preciousness.
"Lady's dagger, enchanted..."
Russell's eyes scanned the runes on the sword, and the light in his eyes surged. They were Asgard's words.