the end of the heavens

Idle is idle, finding a parallel universe to destroy is just killing time.

Russell rolled his eyes, refusing to come to an agreement with the villain. If it's really killing time, it's more interesting to have fun with superheroes.

At the beginning or end of the flaming mountains, in the middle of the bloody plain surrounded by many lords, the lonely and dilapidated throne is silent, waiting for the coming of the Lord of Hell.

The bloody plain is full of evil spirits, and the red steam from the geothermal heat makes the throne of Satan look illusory and strange, creating a powerful coercion. Even the native creatures of hell are unwilling to stay here for a long time.

The plain was designated as a restricted area by the hell lords, and no one was allowed to step in. Even the three famous demon gods, the moment they sat on the throne, would face a desperate counterattack.

In fact, ninety-nine percent of the lords are clear about Satan's throne, and it has nothing to do with them at all.

Except when dreaming!

Therefore, the reason why these hell lords sent troops to garrison the plain is very simple. If they can't be Satan, then there should never be Satan.

Although the fragments of the hell dimension are small, they also bring them great authority. Once Satan appears, all these authority will be taken back.

At that time, there are only two choices: kneel at Satan's feet and grab some leftovers that Satan despises; refuse to be Satan's dog leg, lose authority and become an ordinary devil, and die in the hands of former enemies.

The lords will not choose either of these two, they want power and freedom.

The green tentacles rolled, and the demon guards stationed on the border of the plain subconsciously moved out of the way, watching Shumagoras drift towards the throne of Satan in horror.

"The beholder is about to start a war"

I don't know who was the first to react, the soldiers ran away in a panic and informed their bosses.

Like the three lords of Pluto, no one noticed that Shumagoras had grown two long legs today.

Russell stepped on the muddy ground of the bloody plain, leaving a string of footprints, and stopped in front of Satan's throne for a closer look.

It's very broken, very rotten, without the dignity of jewels, and without the domineering of the throne of the king.

But thinking that this position represents the leader of hell, a multiverse-level powerhouse, he immediately has a sense of simplicity and low-key.

Big guy temperament!

"That's what I said, but it's really broken."

Russell glanced at the rotten wooden seat, and saw four or five protruding rusty iron nails. After struggling for 001 seconds, he turned around and did it.

A little high!

He rolled his eyes and got up, lifted the beholder up, and sat down again, feeling the nails pricking his ass again.

"Forget it, that's it!"

Russell muttered to himself, took out the Satanic scepter, put his hands on the ground, and waited for Cytorak and Sithorne to arrive.

The lords of hell were not taken seriously by him. Today is different from the past. He is qualified to ignore the opinions of these lords. Whoever dares to have a problem, he will solve the person who raised the problem.

Not long after, a black line came from the horizon, and the sky and the ground of the Blood Plain were surrounded by darkness.

All the famous hell lords came here, and it had nothing to do with my younger brother's notice. The moment Russell sat on the throne of Satan, they had a feeling.

"Beholder, you should know the rules, satan means"

"Shumagoras, you have your own dimension, your power is strong enough, you don't need it at all"

"Hell is hell for everyone, you can't represent everyone!"

""

There were warnings one after another, but none of the hell lords was willing to be the leader. They were waiting for the other two demon gods to show up and do justice.

In the past, Sithorn, the god of the underworld, also sat on the throne of Satan. Under the coercion of Saitorak and Shumagoras, he got up and left the throne. The lords believed that today would be no exception.

It is precisely because the three demon gods are afraid of each other, unwilling to fight at will, and disdain to form cliques, that they have a breathing space.

Shumagoras stared at the sky with wide eyes, completely ignoring the twittering hell lords. He arrogantly believed that these lords were not worthy of being looked down upon by it, and he didn't even bother to make an example of them.

So far, no one has noticed that among the tentacles, on top of Satan's throne, there is another person holding a hell scepter.

Russell: ""

Next time you go out, be sure to choose a smaller pendant!

The short wait was over, and the two lords arrived, the red-skinned giant Setorak, whose robes covered his whole body, leaving only the silhouette of Sithorn in shadow.

Needless to say, Saitorak, the boss of the Crimson Universe, is powerful and has a brilliant record. He is an invincible Great Demon God.

The god of the underworld, Sithorn, is relatively low-key and more mysterious. As the god of black magic, he created the original black magic, and all mages who use black magic in later generations must rely on his power to successfully perform black magic.

Dormammu, Mephisto, Ancient One, Strange

It can be said that ten out of ten of all the hell lords present have been branded by Sithorne.

Russell did not. The magic in the Marvel world is too bad. Although he has seen a lot, he has never used it once, even if it is a stable and peaceful white magic.

By the way, Russell believes that Sithorn is stronger than Cytorak, because in the setting, the omnipotent Scarlet Witch, her source of power is Sithorn.

"Shumagoras, sit down"

Saitorak frowned and looked at the tentacles. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with the brainless Doubi. He changed his words in the middle of the sentence, "Who is under your ass, who is sitting on the Satan seat?"

For opponents who need respect, Shumagoras is still very polite, and the entangled tentacles float up, revealing Russell sitting on Satan's throne.

Even so, it still refused to leave, and the two tentacles wrapped tightly around Russell's waist and shoulders.

"Dormammu!?"

"No, Dormammu is dead long ago, I am Darkseid"

Russell held the hell scepter in one hand, raised his left hand, and the Infinity Gauntlet filled with six gemstones appeared. He grinned and said, "I am Satan, who agrees and who opposes?"

There is a lord, I have gone crazy, my nickname already exists, and I have rewarded two

Calm down, I can't afford it!

The first thousand 320 nine chapters are simple and simple in hell

"Arrogance! Who do you think you are, that you can become Satan by hugging the beholder's thigh?"

"That's right, it's just hugging the thigh, who can't!"

"A mere master of the dark dimension, who agrees and who opposes, how did Dormammu lose to him, is Dormammu more idiot than him?"