Hell's Gate is a good skill. It seems to be a life skill, not even an auxiliary skill. But in fact, it can be used as a portal in combat.
When encountering an enemy that he cannot defeat, Russell can get in by himself, or he can find a way to trick the enemy into getting in.
The disadvantage is that in a world without hell, it is unknown what is behind this door.
Now with the devil's phone and 24-hour hotline service, you can determine whether the current world has a mythical background at any time.
The key is that you don’t have to recharge your phone bill!
Russell stepped into hell and saw a pitch-black continent full of cracks in the red abyss. Endless magma was rolling and surging underground, soaking every wailing soul.
Black smoke pillars towered into the sky, the pungent smell of sulfur filled the air, and desperate wails and screams filled every corner of the air.
The sky is shrouded in clouds condensed with black smoke, and from time to time rocks wrapped in flames fall down, a very standard hell-like style.
Russell shook his head slightly. Compared with the hell he had seen before, the hell in this world was not even a bit different.
It's not that the area is not big enough. The hell in front of you is vast. The sky and the earth are composed of two planes. In theory, the territory is infinite.
Russell was dissatisfied that the shape of this hell was too ordinary and unimaginative.
Don't talk about him, ordinary people will know that this is hell at a glance.
For example, if you go traveling with great joy, but when you arrive at your destination, you will find that it is no different from other scenic spots and has no special features at all, and your expectations will turn into disappointment.
"Ms. Satan is too careless about her job. If she lacks imagination, she can read more about "Faust" and "The Divine Comedy". Even if it is not inspiring, using it as a reference can also promote the attraction of hell tourism."
Russell held a thick stack of documents and was suspended above the black continent out of thin air. He closed his eyes and sensed that Satan was not there. His body remained motionless, and the black mana turned into black mud and flowed from his feet.
Drops of black muddy water magnified infinitely in mid-air, and formed an ocean after landing. The turbulent black sea swallowed thousands of miles, submerged the red abyss, and crushed all directions to expand.
To the infinite hell, this bit of darkness seems grand, but in fact it is innocuous. It doesn’t matter if it exists or not.
But in fact, part of this hell has become Russell's territory.
"stop!"
A voice that contained anger suddenly sounded, and Ms. Satan appeared in mid-air out of thin air, dressed in black leather clothes.
"Ms. Satan, if you used your talent for dressing up in business, hell would definitely be much more brutal than it is now."
Russell showed the contract in his hand: "I figured it out. After all, it is seven wishes. It would be a pity to waste it."
Satan crossed his shoulders and shook his head repeatedly: "With your ability, would you care about these seven dispensable wishes?"
"Of course, why not do it for free?"
"..."
Russell's words made Satan's eyes twitch and he said angrily: "There is no free lunch in this world. Neither God nor the devil can get something for nothing."
"Equivalent exchange or energy conservation, it sounds very scientific, but it doesn't fit in with your devilish persona."
"Shut up!"
Satan couldn't stand Russell's chattering, raised his finger and pointed at him and said: "I don't know where you came from as a god, but the title of 'Lord of the Dark Dimension' sounds like an enemy of God. You have come to hell to trouble me.
What, go find him!"
With such a coward, is it really okay to be Satan?
Thinking about the 'Satan' encountered in the DC world, and then thinking about the group of demon kings in the Marvel universe who broke their heads for the throne of Satan, Russell almost didn't know what to say.
"I would like to find him, but I don't know where he lives, so I can only trouble you."
Russell raised his eyebrows and glanced at Satan: "Just now, you used your poor acting skills to tell me that you and he work in the same company, and maybe he is your immediate boss."
It may not be appropriate to put the younger one before the older one, but it is true in most cases.
The opposition between hell and heaven is used to teach the world about good and evil. Hell has always been an indispensable part.
From the perspective of humans, this is cruel, but from the perspective of God, it is a necessary part of order.
This is not a rule set by God, but a constant law of the universe. Just like birth, old age, sickness and death, neither one of them can stabilize the balance.
"You want to find God?"
Satan looked at Russell suspiciously: "Are you serious?"
"uh-huh."
After experiencing many universes, Russell has already seen two living 'Satans', and countless devils, but not even God.
He is very eager to trigger a lottery on God. If I remember correctly, God seems to have a skill called "omniscience and omnipotence".
It doesn't matter if the lottery is not triggered. Once the white wings light up, everyone is one of them. He is wearing Gabriel's aura, so he will definitely be able to pass the test with cuteness.
If it really didn't work out, he would feel aggrieved, apologize, recognize him as a big brother, and work as a temporary worker at Paradise Company for a period of time.
"Since you want to die, I will help you."
Ms. Satan sneered, unzipped the neck of her leather jacket, and took out an iPhone with a pink casing from an unknown object.
The phone case is in the shape of a pink rabbit, with two long ears, and a fluffy rabbit tail hanging from the phone chain.
The most annoying thing is that there is an English word written on the phone case - fairy!
This word can be interpreted as a little fairy or a rabbit, describing the rabbit that crosses the line of friendship between men.
No matter which explanation it is, it is a bit inappropriate when applied to this Satan.
"Wait a minute, your cell phone..."
Russell raised his hand and yelled to stop. There were too many flaws and he felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't vomit.
"What's wrong? I have a girlish heart. Is there anything wrong with me?"
Satan snorted coldly and gave Russell a look of surprise.
"..."
Russell shrugged, the trough had been spit out by Satan himself, and he was speechless.
After dialing the phone, Satan listened to the ringtone of 'Hallelujah' with a look of disgust on his face, and then put on a sunny smiling face: "Boss, I am... Oh, you know, let me figure it out...
Wait a minute, what do you mean by letting me figure it out... Hey! Hello? Hey..."
Ten seconds later, Satan closed his phone in confusion and looked at Russell even more suspiciously.
“What does God say?”
Russell took two steps forward and asked excitedly: "Which coffee shop have you made an appointment to meet at, or the waiting room in heaven?"
"No, he doesn't want to see you. Let me buy you a cup of tea, and then...no more."
Satan took the phone back and zipped it all the way down, covering his neck tightly.
"Why?"
Russell was dumbfounded and suddenly thought of the possibility that the God of this world could not defeat him, so he gave up.
The truth is almost the same. God looked at the future. First he pressed Russell to the ground and rubbed him. Later Russell pressed him to the ground and rubbed him.
After the fight, Russell recreated the universe and restored the timeline to its original position.
In other words, before and after the beating, the process of the world remained unchanged. The only difference was that he received a beating.
In this case, wouldn't it be better if we didn't meet each other?
…
Hell Satan's Palace.
Russell was sitting in the garden with a tea cup, surrounded by spring flowers. Not far away was a pink palace, which looked like a fairy residence in a fairy tale world.
He was speechless again for a while. It was true that the God of this world was not very serious, otherwise Satan would not have strayed into this style of painting.
"Lord of the Dark Dimension, are you dissatisfied with my girlish heart?"
Satan changed his clothes, into a ski suit, covered his whole body tightly, and also put on a pair of oversized goggles.
"Is it necessary to cover it up so tightly?"
Russell felt deeply uncomfortable, and Satan across from him seemed to doubt his character, as if he would do anything to him if he didn't wear enough clothes.
Satan said truthfully: "There is no way. The boss is unwilling to come forward, which means that I will definitely not be able to defeat you. If you have any ideas and put them into action, where will I cry?"
"You're overthinking it. I just say I'm mean, but in fact I'm purer than anyone else. If you don't believe me, try it."
"What are you trying to do? Try to seduce you?"
Satan rolled his eyes: "You are the one who thinks too much. I am a conservative woman who wants to have fun elsewhere."
"Conservative! Just you?"
Russell almost spat out the black tea and looked at Satan sideways: "I remember when someone first appeared on the stage, he basically had nothing on and was taking a milk bath at my house."
"That's a work requirement. If I show up wearing a ski suit, who would believe that I'm a devil? How can I tempt people to sign a contract?"
"That makes sense!"
Russell shook his head, took a sip of the black tea in the cup, and said without giving up: "How about we get along first, and then break up if it's not suitable. Believe me, I have a lot of shining points."
"hehe……"
Satan didn't bother to laugh out loud: "How long is inappropriate for you, one night or two nights?"
Russell thought about it for a while and said sincerely: "Be confident. With your conditions, it will take a week no matter what."
Click!
Satan directly crushed the cup in his hand and said angrily: "Drink the tea quickly, then get out and never see me again."
"Oh, you invited me to drink tea, I thought..."
"Don't get me wrong, it's just work and entertainment!"
"ok!"
Russell confirmed several times that this was a principled Satan. He entered work mode and took out a thick stack of contracts: "Ms. Satan, I want to sign a contract with you."
"You're boring, you know that?"
Satan raised his hand and tapped on the contract document: "Since you can find the exemption clause, you should also know that this contract is a test to test human nature. Those who are addicted to pornography and fall will have their souls returned to hell.
pain."
"I know, but I want wishes."
"It's useless. The seven wishes seem to be a lot, but they are all illusions. No matter how you wish, the wishes will run counter to your thoughts. To put it bluntly, they are deceptive."
Satan glanced at Russell and continued: "Besides, with your ability, you can realize your wish, so why bother looking for something far away?"
Russell lamented and sighed: "That's true, but I just want to make a wish. I feel ashamed to say it. Growing up, I have always relied on myself, and I really look forward to the wish of getting something for nothing."
"Then you can't even look for me. My profession is the devil, and any dream I fulfill has a price."
"I've never quite understood this..."
Russell wondered: "Since you are omnipotent and can realize any wish, why did you run away as soon as you met me? I thought you were a difficult opponent."
"It is my duty to test people's hearts. Omnipotence is just a kind of authority. It does not mean that I am good at fighting. Do you understand?"
"not understand!"
Russell raised his hand and pointed at the contract: "I only know that you provide door-to-door service, but in the end you don't grant a single wish. Today I leave my words here and don't come up with something practical. I will go crazy."