The Lord of Hell

Chapter 2969 Trap
"Don't worry, I'm not that easily fooled."

Poseidon said confidently. He thought for a moment and then asked, "Is that female demon queen, the traitor you mentioned, really that strong?"

"Of course he is powerful. Not only does he possess a large number of human souls, but more importantly, he can borrow the power of that person."

Beelzebub nodded confidently: "Of course, this borrowing has limitations. I don't know exactly what the limitations are. I only know that when He helps others fulfill their wishes, He can borrow the power of that person."

"For example, helping the King of Superpowers travel to the past."

Poseidon knew what was going on and told the demon the spatial coordinates. The demon said, "I'll go find her right away and expose the King of Superpowers' conspiracy. Uh, no, I have to find the King of Negativity first."

"I will go. I am sure I can convince Him."

Death took the initiative to speak, and no one had any objection. Then, everyone discussed it again and dispersed to carry out the previous arrangements.

"Beelzebub, if we give you a large number of souls, can you become a temporary Father God?"

To be on the safe side, Poseidon asked Beelzebub, who nodded affirmatively: "Of course, otherwise why would we collect souls?

The more souls we have, the stronger we will be. One day, we will return to Hell. We are the Lords of Hell, and Hell is our home."

"Well, let's discuss how to get more souls?"

Poseidon laughed, and Beelzebub was about to say something when Zeus and Hades teleported over. Beelzebub was a little surprised. There were two powerful people from another world. How many outsiders had sneaked into this world?
"No wonder the King of Superpowers wants me to be an undercover agent. He has many enemies. I hope he doesn't fail, otherwise it will easily implicate me."

Beelzebub shook his head secretly. At this time, Kald finally died, and his soul, uh, did not ascend to heaven. What a joke, this guy lived for eight hundred years with the devil's magic power. How could heaven accept him?

Beelzebub happily collected Kald's soul. Kald, do you think that death is the end? You are dreaming. I will take your soul to hell and let you experience the 108 kinds of torture in hell. If you use one less, I will lose.

At the same time as Carde's death, the holy bell of the Vatican rang. Chloe and the priest who came to the Vatican to obtain intelligence were shocked at the same time, because this meant that the "Hunter of God" Carde was dead.

"This time, we are in complete trouble."

Chloe frowned greatly, but she did not back down. Instead, an even stronger fighting spirit burned in her heart. She, Chloe, would definitely protect the wizarding world and restore its former glory.

While Poseidon and Beelzebub were discussing how to obtain a large number of souls, Death quickly arrived outside the barrier of the space attached to the red-clothed beauty based on the coordinates provided by Beelzebub.

That’s right, the beautiful woman in red also lives in the auxiliary space. Although She is the most trusted demon king of that existence, that existence did not let Her return to hell. A subordinate is a subordinate after all. She will not be allowed to sit at the table just because she is more capable. These are two different matters.

"Once the Demon King knows that the King of Superpowers is deceiving him, he will definitely help us deal with the King of Superpowers. His strength is a good thing. With his help, we will definitely be able to defeat the King of Superpowers."

Death thought secretly that this was the reason why He came here in the first place. Then, His consciousness contacted the attached space, which was a way of knocking on the door to show that He had no ill intentions.

However, just as the consciousness of Death came into contact with the auxiliary space, His eyes blurred and He appeared in an open space in hell. There was a huge stone tablet around it, which echoed with vast spatial fluctuations and completely blocked the surrounding space.

"Death, long time no see."

Andrew appeared out of nowhere. While eating a pineapple pizza, he said, "Excuse me. I was having lunch when I sensed you fell into the pit. To show my respect for you, I brought lunch with me. I hope you don't mind."

"If you really respect me, how could you possibly bring lunch with you?"

Death looked disgusted. At their level, what's wrong with not eating lunch? He asked, "Beelzebub is your man? Is he trying to trick us? That place just now was not the Demon Queen's affiliated space at all?"

"Beelzebub? The Fly Demon King? It seems that you have found Him. No wonder you were able to obtain the spatial coordinates of the Demon Queen."

Andrew said: "That subsidiary space belongs to the female devil, but I locked the location of that subsidiary space earlier than you did. I arranged supernatural powers on the barrier of the subsidiary space. Once someone touches the subsidiary space, they will be teleported here.

By the way, that stone tablet is also a supernatural power. Unless you break it, you cannot leave this area."

After a pause, Andrew continued: "However, this space is blocked, but communication is not restricted. You can call the middlemen and the demons. I am very interested in reuniting with them.

You don't have to worry so much. In this world, we are not the Heavenly Father God. I alone cannot defeat so many of you."

"I'm not at all reassured. You bastard obviously want to use me and bring other people here so that you can catch them all in one fell swoop."

Death complained that if it were anyone else, doing this would be tantamount to seeking death, but for the King of Superpowers, he really had the ability to catch everyone in one fell swoop.

Nonsense, if the King of Superpowers didn't have this ability, would they be looking for collaborators everywhere? How terrifying the King of Superpowers is, they, the villains who have watched him grow step by step, know best.

Death said, "King of Superpowers, I admit defeat, but don't try to use me against others. They will definitely defeat you in this world."

"Wow, you're a villain, why are you so concerned about the overall situation? You should call them all over to suffer with you. This is what a villain like you should do. Can you be more professional?"

Andrew said with a look of disgust. Even a noble being like Death couldn't help but give him the middle finger. Then, his body exploded, and countless black air turned into butterflies, densely attacking Andrew.

Most of these butterflies are fake, only one is real, which contains the curse of death released at the cost of life.

Once hit, if the opponent is not strong enough, he will die on the spot. If the opponent is relatively strong, he will continue to age until he dies of old age.

Death was undoubtedly a decisive person. Seeing that he had no way to survive, he simply gave up. At the same time, he wanted to hurt Andrew as much as possible.

Faced with these butterflies, Andrew did not even try to hide. He continued to eat pizza while waiting for the butterflies to come. Soon, a large number of butterflies attached themselves to him.

The next second, Andrew and most of the butterflies disappeared, leaving only the real one, flapping its wings and flying aimlessly in the air.

The remaining consciousness of death was dumbfounded. That Andrew was actually a fake? He actually couldn't tell it apart at all. Isn't this too incredible?

"No wonder this guy brought pineapple pizza here. This was a mental hint to me. Of course, people who can eat pizza must be alive. But everything from people to pizza is fake."

Death cursed loudly, and at this moment, the space shrank rapidly. The black butterfly left by Death was directly sealed in the space, changing from three dimensions to two dimensions.

"Thank you, my friend Death, for giving me a black butterfly with your life. I believe it will give the middlemen a surprise."

Andrew's voice rang out, and Death almost fainted from anger. This bastard could learn from anyone else, but why did he learn from the sharp tongue of the Mechanical Demon King?

"King of superpowers, there will always be a day when you will be unlucky."

Death cursed, and His original body in the main universe hurriedly told the devil and others about this matter. The devil used various means to let the clone know about this matter.

"This time, we were too greedy. We thought we had found the weakness of the King of Superpowers, so we rushed over to complain."

The middleman sighed, "But I forgot one thing. How could a sinister guy like the King of Superpowers not know his fatal weakness? So, he had arranged the means long ago, waiting for us to jump in."

Everyone looked extremely grim. They thought they could get a helper to deal with the King of Superpowers, but they didn't expect that the King of Superpowers had already prepared and set traps, waiting for them to come to him.

The war hasn't even officially started yet, and they've already lost their general, Death. Can they really win this battle?
"Damn it, is the King of Superpowers really a superhero? How come he is even more sinister than us?"

The devil cursed: "These superheroes should be constantly being plotted by us, and then relying on their passion and justice, their small universe bursting out, and reversing the situation to defeat us.

The heroes I met before all used this method, and I suffered a lot from them. "

Set nodded in agreement: "The superheroes I met followed the same pattern. Superheroes can always create miracles."

"Have you ever thought that the reason why this is the case is because the world we live in is actually a movie world?"

At this moment, the middleman's voice came from the side: "The superhero image you are talking about is not the classic hero image in the movie?"

Everyone turned around and looked at the middleman in shock. That's right, they were shocked, not thinking. What a joke, how could they be movie characters? Thinking about this for even a second longer would be disrespectful to oneself.

The reason why they were shocked was that the middleman's words meant that his "madness" had become more serious.

If this continues, He might go completely mad like the Lord of Order, and even attack his own people. Now that death has occurred prematurely, if something happens to the middleman again, then what’s the point of fighting this war?
"Don't be so nervous, I'm just doing academic research, I'm not crazy."

The middleman saw everyone's reaction and said with a smile. At this moment, his face suddenly became vulgar, and then he said seriously: "That's right, I'm not crazy."

Everyone's expressions became more and more horrified. Everyone knew that no madman would say that he was crazy. The most common thing they said was "I'm not crazy."

So the question is, is the middleman crazy or not?
(End of this chapter)