American comics Lord of Hell

“Don't worry, I'm not so easily fooled.”

Poseidon said confidently. He thought for a moment, then asked, “That female demon lord, the traitor you mentioned, is she really that strong?”

“Of course she's strong. Not only does she possess a large number of human souls, but more importantly, she can borrow the power of that one.”

Beelzebub nodded affirmatively: “Of course, this borrowing is limited. I'm not quite sure what the specific limitations are. I only know that when she helps others fulfill their wishes, she can borrow the power of that one.”

“Let me go, I'm confident I can persuade him.”

Death volunteered. No one objected. Then, after discussing it further, everyone dispersed to carry out the previous arrangements.

“Beelzebub, if we give you a large number of souls, can you become a temporary Skyfather God?”

To be on the safe side, Poseidon asked Beelzebub. Beelzebub nodded very firmly: “Of course I can. Why else would we collect souls?

The more souls we have, the stronger we become. One day, we will return to Hell. We are the demon lords of Hell, and Hell is our home.”

“Good, let's discuss how to obtain more souls.”

Poseidon laughed. Just as Beelzebub was about to say something, Zeus and Hades teleported over. Beelzebub was a little surprised. Two more powerhouses from another world? How many outsiders have infiltrated this world?

“No wonder the King of Abilities wanted me to be a mole. He has a lot of enemies. I hope he doesn't fail, or I'll be easily implicated.”

Beelzebub shook his head secretly. At this moment, Calde finally died. His soul…uh, it didn't ascend to Heaven. What a joke! This guy lived for eight hundred years using the magic power of a demon lord. How could Heaven possibly accept him?

Beelzebub happily collected Calde's soul. Calde, you think it's over when you die? Dream on! I will take your soul to Hell and let you experience the one hundred and eight kinds of cruel punishments in Hell. I'll consider it a loss if I use even one less.

At the same time as Calde's death, the Holy Bell of the Vatican rang. Chloe, who had come to the Vatican to obtain information, and the priest were both shocked, because this represented that the 'God Hunter' Calde had died.

“Now, things are completely troublesome.”

Chloe frowned deeply, but she didn't retreat. Instead, an even stronger fighting spirit burned in her heart. She, Chloe, would definitely protect the wizarding world and restore it to its former glory.

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

That's right, the red-clothed beauty also lived in an attached space. Although she was the most trusted demon lord of that existence, that existence did not let her return to Hell. Subordinates are, after all, subordinates. Just because she's more capable doesn't mean she gets a seat at the table. These are two different things.

“Once that demon lord knows that the King of Abilities is deceiving her, she will definitely help us deal with the King of Abilities. Her strength is a good thing. With her help, we will definitely be able to defeat the King of Abilities.”

Death thought secretly. This was also why he ran here in the first place. Then, his consciousness touched the attached space. This was a way of knocking on the door, indicating that he had no malicious intent.

However, as soon as Death's consciousness touched the attached space, his eyes blurred, and he appeared on a piece of open ground in Hell. Around him was a huge stone tablet, which reverberated with vast spatial fluctuations, completely sealing off the surrounding space.

“Death, long time no see.”

Andrew's figure appeared out of thin air. He said while eating pineapple pizza, “Sorry, I'm having lunch. I just happened to sense you falling into the pit. To show my respect for you, I brought my lunch with me. I hope you don't mind.”

“If you really respected me, how could you bring lunch with you?”

Death looked disgusted. What did it matter to them at this level if they didn't eat lunch? He asked, “Is Beelzebub your man? He's tricking us. That wasn't the female demon lord's attached space at all?”

“Beelzebub? That fly demon lord? It seems you guys found him. No wonder you were able to get the female demon lord's spatial coordinates.”

Andrew said, “That attached space is indeed the female demon lord's, but I locked onto the location of that attached space earlier than you. I set up an ability on the barrier of the attached space. Once someone touches the attached space, they will be teleported here.

By the way, that stone tablet is also an ability. Unless you break it, you can't leave this area.”

After a pause, Andrew continued, “However, this space seal does not restrict communication. You can call the middleman, the demons, and the others over. I'm very interested in reuniting with them.

You don't have to worry so much. In this world, none of us are Skyfather Gods. I alone definitely can't beat so many of you.”

“I'm not reassured at all. You bastard clearly want to use me to lure the others over so you can catch them all in one fell swoop.”

Death complained. If it were someone else, doing this would be almost the same as courting death, but if it was the King of Abilities, he really had the ability to catch everyone in one fell swoop.

Nonsense, if the King of Abilities didn't have this ability, would they be looking for collaborators everywhere? They, the villains who watched him grow step by step, knew best how terrifying the King of Abilities was.

Death said, “King of Abilities, I admit defeat, but don't think about using me to deal with the others. They will definitely defeat you in this world.”

“Wow, you're a villain, do you have to be so concerned about the big picture? You should call them all over to be unlucky with you. That's what you villains should do. Can you be more professional?”

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

Most of these butterflies were fake. Only one was real, and it contained a curse released by Death at the cost of his life.

Once it hit, if the opponent's strength was insufficient, they would die on the spot with Death. If the opponent's strength was relatively strong, they would be in a state of aging until they died of old age.

Death was undoubtedly a decisive person. Seeing that he had no way out, he directly gave up. At the same time, he tried to harm Andrew as much as possible.

Faced with these butterflies, Andrew didn't dodge at all. While continuing to eat pizza, he waited for the butterflies to descend. Soon, a large number of butterflies attached to him.

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

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The remaining consciousness of Death was dumbfounded. That Andrew was actually fake? He actually couldn't tell at all. This was too incredible, right?

“No wonder this guy brought pineapple pizza over. This was a mental suggestion to me. Someone who can eat pizza is, of course, a living person. As a result, from the person to the pizza, everything was fake.”

Death cursed loudly. At this moment, the space quickly contracted, and the black butterflies left by Death were directly sealed in the space, changing from three-dimensional to two-dimensional.

“Thank you, Old Iron Death, for the black butterfly rewarded with your life. I believe it will definitely give the middleman and the others a surprise.”

Andrew's voice sounded, and Death almost fainted from anger. Who did this bastard learn from? The mechanical demon lord's poisonous tongue.

“King of Abilities, your day will come.”

Death cursed. His main body in the main universe hurriedly told the demons and others about this matter. The demons and others used various means to let their avatars know about this matter.

“This time, we were too greedy. We thought we had found the King of Abilities' weakness and rushed to report it.”

The middleman sighed, “But we forgot one thing. How could such a treacherous guy like the King of Abilities not know his fatal weakness? So, he had already set up a plan, waiting for us to jump in.”

Everyone's faces were extremely ugly. They thought they could win over a helper to deal with the King of Abilities, but they didn't expect that the King of Abilities had been prepared, setting up a trap, waiting for them to take the initiative to deliver themselves to his door.

Before the war had even officially begun, they had already lost Death, a great general. Could they really win this battle?

“Damn it, is that King of Abilities guy really a superhero? How can he be more treacherous than us?”

The demon cursed, “These superheroes should be constantly schemed against by us, and then rely on blood and justice, the explosion of the small universe, reverse the situation and defeat us.

The human heroes I've encountered before have all followed this routine, and I've suffered a lot of losses.”

Seth nodded in agreement: “The superheroes I've encountered also follow this routine. Superheroes can always create miracles.”

“Have you ever thought that the reason why it's always this routine is because the world we live in is actually a movie world?”

At this moment, the middleman's faint voice came from the side: “Isn't the superhero image you're talking about the classic hero image in movies?”

Everyone turned their heads and stared at the middleman in shock. That's right, shock, not any kind of thinking or anything like that. What a joke! How could they be movie characters? Thinking about this for even a second is disrespecting themselves.

The reason why they were shocked was because the middleman said this sentence, representing that his 'madness' had become more serious.

If this continues, he might completely go crazy like the Lord of Order, and even attack his own people. Now that Death has fallen prematurely, if something happens to the middleman again, then what's the point of fighting this battle?

“Don't be so nervous, I'm just doing academic research. I'm not crazy.”

The middleman said with a smile when he saw everyone's reaction. At this moment, his face suddenly became wretched, and then, he said in a serious manner: “That's right, I'm not crazy.”

Everyone's expressions became even more horrified. Everyone knew that no madman would say that he was crazy. The words they said most often were 'I'm not crazy'.

So the question is, is the middleman crazy or not?