American comics Lord of Hell

In such a situation where the enemy and us are so disproportionate in strength, not to mention that Beelzebub himself isn't a very motivated person, even if he were, he could only extinguish his fighting spirit.

Andrew is really strong now. Even without using other methods to become a temporary Heavenly Father God, he is still so strong that it's despairing. He is now not far from becoming the true King of Mutants.

“I don't drink tea, I only drink juice.”

Beelzebub shouted. This was his last bit of dignity. He would never surrender. He just wanted to drink juice. He, Beelzebub, was a nobleman.

“Then let's have juice. Freshly squeezed lemonade.”

Andrew smiled slightly, canceling gravity. Beelzebub flew up uncontrollably. Then, the ground quickly returned to normal. At the same time, tables and chairs flew out from the palace and were quickly arranged.

That wasn't all. Andrew waved his hand, and a large amount of lemonade appeared out of thin air on the table, the kind without sugar. Then, he made a gesture of invitation.

“Lemonade?”

Beelzebub looked disgusted, but he didn't dare to refuse Andrew. He could only sit down on the chair. Then, he waved his hand to let all the demons leave, lest these guys see his ugly state. Then he could only…

Uh, he couldn't kill them. There were only a hundred or so demons in total. If he killed them all, he wouldn't have any subordinates to use—he had more than a hundred demons under him, but only these hundred or so had relatively strong combat power. The others were just ordinary demons.

“I'm really too miserable!”

Beelzebub sighed and asked unwillingly, “Who exactly are you? Why are you so powerful? And why have I never heard of you before?”

“I'm not from this world. I'm from outside the world.”

Andrew said very frankly, “So I want to know, what exactly is the situation in your world? Why are you demon lords so down on your luck?”

“Someone from outside the world? No wonder. I can't answer your questions. Don't look at me like that. I said I can't answer, not that I don't want to answer.”

Beelzebub said, “I can't talk about information about that one. Otherwise, I won't even be able to be this shabby demon lord.

In short, that one has set the rules, and we can only act according to these rules. For example, we cannot live in hell, we can only live in small spaces attached to hell. This is the rule.”

“This kind of regulation should be to suppress your power. If you return to hell to live, you will soon be able to restore the strength of the Heavenly Father God.”

Andrew thought for a while and said, “You were actually Heavenly Father Gods at the beginning, and then that one stripped you of your power and drove you out of hell, right?”

Beelzebub didn't answer, but used his eyes to answer 'yes'. Then, he continued, “We demon lords are equivalent to chess pieces, and can only act according to the orders of the chess player.

I really want human souls, but I can only do this through agents. Moreover, not everyone can become my agent. I spent decades of effort to cultivate a Witch Queen.

Unfortunately, the Witch Queen was too useless and was killed by that guy named Calder. What's even more depressing, do you know? The Witch Queen didn't die. If she doesn't die, I can't develop a second agent.

This has led to the fact that I haven't been able to develop a new agent in the past eight hundred years. Why is my territory so dilapidated? Why are there so few demons? This is directly related.

In fact, most of the demon lords are in a similar situation to me. Only that traitor's situation is a little better, but it's just a little better.

Every day she uses her appearance and figure to sign contracts with humans. Hehe, a dignified demon lord actually has to rely on her appearance to attract customers. What's the difference between this and a special worker in the human world?”

Andrew knew who Beelzebub was talking about. He asked, “What if it were you?”

“Then there's no need to say? I would definitely directly become a beautiful woman…”

Beelzebub reacted and smiled awkwardly. He was unhappy with the red-clothed beauty, to a large extent not because she betrayed him, but because she had privileges.

Among all the demon lords, the red-clothed beauty is the one who is doing the best, and she has obtained the most souls.

What, can other demon lords be like her? No, the red-clothed beauty is the only demon lord who can sign contracts with humans using wishes. Other demon lords can only develop agents, or use special means to harvest souls. This is the privilege that powerful being gave to the red-clothed beauty.

This privilege has allowed the red-clothed beauty's strength to steadily increase over the past few thousand years. Now, she has far surpassed other demon lords. There is no way, the speed at which other demon lords collect souls is completely incomparable to her.

Andrew asked with a smile, “I didn't expect you, Beelzebub, to actually have a penchant for cross-dressing?”

“If I can get souls, not to mention cross-dressing, it's no problem to dress as neither male nor female.”

Beelzebub went all out. He said, “Souls are everything. Only with enough souls can my territory gradually become prosperous, unlike now, when it's like a bandit's den.

I'm not afraid to tell you, the purpose of our demon lords living is to get more souls, human souls.”

After a pause, Beelzebub sighed, “Therefore, I previously fooled the Witch Queen, asking her to find a way to destroy the world. This way, I could obtain a massive number of souls. Unfortunately, the Witch Queen was too useless and was directly killed by Calder.

Eh, what's going on with this memory? Why does it feel a little wrong? It seems like the Witch Queen wasn't killed by Calder?”

Beelzebub was stunned, then shook his head, obviously not taking it seriously. Andrew didn't say much. Those rules were set for the demon lords, not for himself.

Andrew asked, “What other information can you provide about that one?”

“I can't provide it. However, you can ask that traitor. Her authority is much higher than ours. She definitely knows more.”

Beelzebub incited, obviously wanting to cause trouble for the red-clothed beauty.

Andrew said, “We'll talk about it when we have the chance. Besides you, how many demon lords are there in hell? Do you know their spatial coordinates?”

“There are dozens of demon lords in hell. Besides that traitor's spatial coordinates, I don't know anyone else's spatial coordinates. They don't know mine either. There's no way. We completely distrust each other.”

Beelzebub shook his head. He said, “As for that traitor, her spatial coordinates are public. No one dares to cause trouble for her. On the one hand, she is very strong now. On the other hand, she can call upon part of that one's power.”

Andrew asked, “In other words, she is half the master of hell?”

“Bullshit, she's at most a foreman.”

Beelzebub cursed, obviously very unhappy with the red-clothed beauty. After all, the red-clothed beauty is a traitor, and more importantly, she is doing much better than him.

Andrew thought for a while, then stared straight at Beelzebub. As soon as Beelzebub met his gaze, his consciousness couldn't help but begin to sink. In the entire world, only Andrew's eyes were flashing.

In the next second, Andrew's consciousness forcibly entered Beelzebub's consciousness, wanting to check his memories. However, he found that some of his memories were sealed by mysterious energy. Once forcibly read, he would immediately be attacked, and at the same time, the mastermind behind the scenes would know.

“It seems that even illusion is not possible.”

Andrew shook his head and awakened Beelzebub. Beelzebub opened his eyes, looking confused. What just happened? Then, he reacted and glared at Andrew: “You actually secretly checked my memory?”

“Let me correct you, it's not secretly, it's openly checking. If I were to check secretly, you wouldn't notice anything unusual at all.”

Andrew said, “Also, watch your tone. This time, I can let it go, but next time, that may not be the case.”

Beelzebub felt a chill in his heart, and his anger quickly dissipated. More than that, he felt depressed. The other party openly checked his memory, so what could he do? He couldn't beat him at all.

In hell, the law of the jungle is the truth. Since he is not the opponent's opponent, he can only endure it and hold it in.

“I'm a little disappointed that I didn't get the information I wanted.”

Andrew said, “Beelzebub, I'll give you a mission. Complete it well.”

Beelzebub was silent for a moment, then asked, “What mission?”

“Next, a group of people will use that group of black wizards to contact you. You will grant them power according to the normal routine, and communicate and cooperate with them.”

Andrew said, “In the middle of this, you must not have any flaws. Do what you should do, but you must tell me the entire process. Moreover, when I need it, you must act according to my orders as soon as possible.”

“You want me to be an undercover agent?”

Beelzebub was stunned. Wasn't there something wrong here? Which final BOSS is an undercover agent? He couldn't help but ask, “With your strength, there's no need to be so troublesome, right? Besides that one, who else in this world would be your opponent?”

Andrew said, “I naturally have my reasons. You just need to answer, are you willing?”

“Do I have a choice? I knew I wouldn't have responded to the mark before. Not only was I beaten up, but I also became someone else's servant.”

Beelzebub secretly smiled bitterly in his heart. He asked, “King of Mutants, since you trust me, I am willing to be your undercover agent.”

“Of course I don't trust you.”

Andrew said as a matter of course. Beelzebub wasn't surprised. Trust a demon lord? Are you sure a donkey didn't kick your head?

“I just did something to your soul, Beelzebub. If you betray me, you will surely be destroyed.”

Andrew said, “But if you sincerely help me, one day, I will let you return to hell and become a true demon lord, unlike now, when you are just a bandit leader. If the demon lords of other universes know, they will probably laugh their heads off.”