the end of the heavens

"Get off, you don't deserve to sit in Satan's place!"

"Today you are doomed, as I said, no one can save you..."

"Who is it, who cast the illusion on him, please, please untie it!"

"Forget it, let him go, it's a pity that such a funny guy died."

"Hahaha, I'm dying laughing."

"..."

Hearing Russell's declaration that he would be Satan, the hell lords were stunned, and then burst into laughter, thinking that Russell had too many daydreams, and it was purely a fart.

Of course, there are also some sharp-eyed lords who recognize the Infinity Gauntlet and the six gems dotted on it.

At the same time of fear, his eyes are extremely greedy, pretending not to know, mixing into the crowd to stir up anger, intending to let the cannon fodder die, and on the other hand, they can take advantage of themselves.

The folk customs of Hell are simple and honest, which can be seen here.

"It turns out that the Infinity Stones gave you the confidence to challenge Satan."

Sithorn nodded, holding six infinity gems, he does have the qualifications, but it is only qualified, neither he nor Cytorak is afraid of the power of infinity gems.

To get the two of them to back down, six gems are far from enough.

Looking at Shumagoras, who was inseparable from Russell, lingering for a moment and unwilling to separate, the corners of Sithorn's mouth curled up slightly, and he secretly said something interesting.

Two multiverse-level guys bond to clear up other stumbling blocks before deciding where Satan really belongs.

Sithorn instantly figured out the sinister intentions of Russell and Shumagoras, glanced slightly, and contacted Cytorak who was also looking over, and reached a consensus in an instant.

Russell and Schumagoras formed an alliance, and the two of them can naturally form an alliance. In a two-on-two situation, at best it will be a tie, and no one can become Satan.

maybe……

Perhaps today will be the best opportunity!

Sithorn and Cytorak nodded silently, established an indestructible alliance, and after defeating Russell and Shumagoras, Satan was born between the two of them.

"Dakseid, leave Satan's position, you are qualified to challenge, but you are not yet."

Cytorak was the first to speak out. It is very simple to become Satan, as long as everyone nods in approval.

It sounds simple, but because this is hell, all the voters are rebellious hell lords, so no one has ever succeeded.

"It should be, I...I think so...I think so too."

Russell got up, and while struggling to break off the tentacles on his body, he asked Sithorn and Saitorak: "Two demons... demon gods, which one of you will do it, and be my right...Damn it, we will fight soon, can you Can't go down first!!"

"..." xn

Russell tried his best to break free, but Shumagoras refused to obey him.

In the tense atmosphere of killing, because of the entanglement between the two chaotic and funny comparisons, the style of painting immediately went astray.

The lords, including Sithorn and Saitorak, were speechless, thinking that if this could become Satan, then they could too.

It's just pretending to be crazy and stupid, so that no one will be the same.

Obviously, the lords haven't seen the truth yet. Some people's painting style is real sand sculpture, not deliberately pretending to be crazy.

After some entanglement, Russell finally took off the tentacle pendant before Sithorn and Cytorak were about to leave with black faces.

He wiped the cold sweat off his brow, coughed lightly, and said with a serious face: "Two demon gods, which one of you will be my opponent?"

"..." x2

At this moment, both Sithorn and Saitorak didn't want to, it was too cheap, and they all showed undisguised disgust.

"Cytorak, let me come!"

Before Saitorak could speak, Sithorn gave a look, took the initiative to take a step forward, pointed at Shumagoras and said: "The beholder, the old ruler, is an ancient existence born of chaos. I want to test your strength."

Cytorak: "..."

Shumagoras stretched out his tentacles, trying to continue to be friends with Russell, but was mercilessly slapped away. He drooped his eyelids and stared at Sithorn weakly.

A mess of chaotic and disorderly spiritual shocks extended, and began an invisible confrontation with Sithorn. They are also omnipotent demon gods. The two are very similar in the focus of the use of abilities. They both like to obliterate the opponent's soul and destroy the opponent's spirit. will.

Seeing that Shumagoras and Sithorn started to fight, and the paddling was blatant, Russell shrugged and faced the reluctant Cytorak.

Russell was very satisfied with Cytorak as an opponent, not to say that he was too picky, thinking that Saitorak was relatively weak.

There is no doubt about the strength of the Crimson Boss, the only one in the multiverse, including all the demon gods, he is qualified to compete for the number one throne.

But there is a premise, to be in his own crimson universe.

Leaving it there, Cytorak is just a demon god with an unknowable upper limit and endless energy, far from being omnipotent.

Moreover, Sithorne is the god of black magic, and Russell wondered if his dark dimension vest would be restrained.

Taken together, Cytorak is even more fragrant!

Crackling!

The arc spread, the white thunder elemental armor wrapped the whole body, Russell's body was raised to three meters...

He looked up at Sai Torak who was just over five meters tall.

The situation is very obvious, Cytorak lied about his actual height, he is far from being so short.

Bang!

There was a loud roar, and the shock wave swept down.

The vast energy is immeasurable, and it floods the surrounding audience seats with a destructive force. Except for the dilapidated Satan's Throne, which is spotless, the rest are turned on their backs.

The surrounding lords only saw the red and white fists colliding, and they didn't know anything in the next second. Those who were stronger were barely seriously injured, and those who almost died on the spot, and their ashes did not survive.

Because she is weak, she is not qualified to be praised.

Knowing that the distance was too close for onlookers, the lords slaughtered the seriously wounded around them, and then ran away completely.

Judging by the speed, this group of people pretended to be weak every day, more or less hiding some strength.

The camera turned back to the center of the battlefield, and Kong Wu's slender white fist collided with Kong Wu's powerful red fist.

Cytorak showed surprise, and he made a fist with his other hand and slammed it down, but was lifted by Russell's sharp claws, and blocked it firmly.