Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

On the banks of the lake of fire in Hades, there is an annual morning star offering feast.

Allen's seat always caused dissatisfaction among other demons.

"The juniors who don't rank up are worthy of sitting so far?" A demon with two pairs of black bat wings flickering at the next table swallowed a big mouthful of scarlet wine and said to the person next to him, "They say he is a crawler." Lucifer's bed is such an honor."

"Climbing the bed? Hey, so Lucifer likes this one? I'm still the type of adult who likes cuties, Alan? emmmmm."

"It is said that Satan went to that manor to visit Allen a few years ago."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

"A person can't be judged by his appearance, Alan is very capable behind the scenes, how can we compare!"

"Yes, we have to hand over so many sacrifices every year, only he can bring back the souls of fifty people a year. It's really the same as the devil, and relying on shady tricks to please the adults above, this kind of kung fu we It’s really not comparable, it’s not comparable to...uh..."

One of the two four-winged demons of gossip was entangled by a black shadow protruding from behind. After a "swipe", the demon's bat wings were ripped off from his body.

"Sa...Master Satan..." The demon who raised the topic hurriedly left the chair and knelt down on one knee.

Satan shrouded himself in a cloud of black mist and did not show his true face to others. He only slowly approached the man's eyeballs with the sharp black nails of his right hand.

"Why bother?" Allen stepped on the edge of the chair and sat back in a loose posture, shaking the red wine glass in his hand, "Master Satan, why don't you come over and have a drink together?"

Amidst the shrill screams, Satan poked a bloody eyeball with his fingertips and paced to Allen's side.

Allen held up the red wine glass to catch the eyeball, took another sip of blood wine and smacked his lips, "It tastes good~"

"Start." Satan whispered two words.

The demons stood up one after another, and Satan stepped onto the high seat.

"It's better to be a slave in heaven than to be a slave in heaven." Allen showed his pair of black wings and slowly lifted into the air, stretched his arms and laughed wildly, "Hahahahaha~ It's better to be king in hell!"

Other demons began to push the sacrifices they brought - countless soulless humans into the quiet river Styx beside the lake of fire.

And sing in unison:

"Farewell to your busy past,

This is the home you yearn for!

Come, Hades, the great morning star Lucifer is calling you!

The deepest hell, the pure land of bliss!

Come, serve your new master! "

Allen also used invisible force to push the servants of White Hart Manor to jump into the River Styx one by one.

The river seems to be accumulating turbulent passion, the waves are rolling, and the sound of the waves is shaking the sky.

"Rather than being a slave in heaven!!" Allen shouted with another treacherous laugh.

The other demons echoed, "It's better to be king in hell!"

Satanic nails tapped on the armrest of the seat and found that Allen only pushed 48 people into the river.

A palm-sized bat jumped from Satan's shoulder, flew to the top of Allen's head, folded its wings and fell down.

Allen fell to the ground as if hit by a huge boulder and smashed a deep pit beside the lake of fire.

"There are two more, where are they?" The bat bit Alan's earlobe and sent Satan's doubts into his ears.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Allen's lips, and his body was covered with black feathers that fell from his wings. He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"One's name is Ivan, and the other's name is Ling Huang." The bat gnawed off a small piece of flesh on Alan's earlobe, and his gloomy tone made people shudder. "Where are they? Huh?"

"There are no these two people." Alan sneered and said with a gesture of denial, "What? Is Lord Satan going to take my life because of two non-existent sacrifices?"

"Don't forget our deal, Alan." Satan continued to send a message through the bat, "You brought Li Er endless loneliness, and I will keep Li Er alive. In this transaction, you, Alan, have no weight at all. You are just a tool for me to play with Lier."