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He admired the transformation of the Hellcat for a moment, then turned to look at the gatekeeper demon, who had turned into a dried-up corpse, and was actually using his last bit of strength to make the sign of the cross on his chest.
"What are you doing, a demon, making the sign of the cross?"
Ian asked curiously.
"We have to give it a try."
The demon finished speaking in a weak voice. The cross he had drawn was exceptionally effective. Finally, he breathed his last as he was consumed by the backlash from the “rebellious” behavior of his race.
"..." Ian really found it hard to judge the demon's behavior. He never expected to encounter an abstract demon. His attempt to become a traitor on the spot was indeed somewhat foolish.
"Today is a good day~"
"This is actually a Chinese song!" Hellcat retracted its straw, still savoring the song, and even let out a burp, spewing a ball of hellfire from its exhaust pipe. Baal, meanwhile, patted its round belly and felt deep into its throat with its veins. Baal, who considered its head as its true form, also possessed a complete sense of self—though it was truly a weakling. Despite eating so much meat, the only difference was that its horns became brighter, longer, and thicker, with some tiny bristles growing on them.
"You can't even pretend to be a great evolver, you're such a waste of food." Ian tucked the demon head back into his belt and politely put the gates of hell back in place.
These are the good qualities that children from highly educated families should possess. Sharing food with local natives is one thing, being polite is another, and no one has ever stipulated that these two cannot coexist harmoniously.
"Waaah, where am I? I'm so scared." After Ian had finished eating, he remembered to brush his teeth and then pretended to be a little boy lost in hell.
In order to increase its appeal to demons.
Ian was also wearing overalls—a very effective trick. He cried out in a pre-pubescent child's voice, perfectly portraying a lost human child. He deliberately tripped over a protruding tree root, falling with a thud onto the scorched earth. Then, the first low-ranking demon poked its head out of the lava fissure.
"Oh? A fresh, living person? My favorite little boy from when I was alive." The demon, which looked like a mutated lizard, rubbed its claws together, and its sticky saliva dripped onto the scorching ground with a "sizzling" sound.
It is clearly an acquired demon that was transformed from a human priest who fell into hell.
Ian curled up into a ball.
His shoulders trembled pitifully.
"I...I can't find my mom and dad."
His acting skills may not be Oscar-worthy, but they are still quite commendable.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid~ Uncle will take you to find them."
The demon grinned, its blood-red maw chuckling. It stretched out its barbed tongue, but just as it was about to touch the boy, the boy grabbed it and pulled it away.
"Caught!"
The trembling "little boy" suddenly sprang to his feet and pulled the demon directly in front of him, whereupon he began to work together with the toy car and the demon's head.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +99]
The little devil didn't have much energy, but it was better than nothing.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +87]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +56]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +33]
……
"Who can help me?"
Ian transforms into Xiao Nanliang dressed as a nun.
He knelt before the cross and prayed.
"I just jumped off a building, how did I end up here?"
This time, he looks like a middle school student carrying a schoolbag.
"Is there anyone kind enough to help?"
With the ability to create all sorts of illusions, Ian quickly created a wig to mimic his appearance.
He is the real Mystique.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +21]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +19]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +13]
The continuous sting operations have brought Ian considerable gains, but his capacity to process them has its limits. However, this does not mean that the demons can escape his schemes.
He actually kept his promise.
He hadn't actually touched a single demon's scalp. The boy simply stuffed the demons he couldn't finish eating into his extra dimension—one, two, many more—and with his abundant harvest, Ian felt he had found his own paradise. If he hadn't lacked preservatives, he would have actually wanted to make canned demons.
"Oh! God Ian! I think this wave of progress has at least brought me to the peak of the ninth rank of intermediate demon, the limit of the ninth rank, and the king-level realm of the ninth rank of intermediate demon!"
The demon minotaur was well aware of the hierarchical divisions that Ian had explained to it.
"make persistent efforts!"
While Ian was busy labeling the newly captured demon, his casual remark gave the Minotaur a huge boost. It had evolved a brain that could automatically fill in the blanks of every word Ian said—this was not just a short statement, but a sign of Ian's trust, favor, and affection!
Praise be to God Ian!
The Demon Minotaur's self-conquest is complete.
Loyalty +1.
"Keep going, keep going. Reveal your true nature, pretend to be injured, and you'll definitely be able to lure some more demons over." Ian also possessed a strong leadership mindset. He knew that a boss couldn't handle everything; otherwise, what would be the point or bring him any joy in being the boss and the leader?
"Okay, okay!"
The demon head immediately complied.
Another round of entrapment.
Ian isn't worried about turning demons into an endangered species, because there are always demons to capture, just like how super beasts don't feel pain—a fact known to everyone in DC.
"The America Wildlife Conservation Society has never prohibited law-abiding citizens from capturing demons!" Ian was so busy that he seemed to have forgotten for a moment why he had come to Hell.
how to say.
Actually, it's not a case of putting the cart before the horse. After all, what is the essential and what is the trivial is something that Lord Ian has his own scale to weigh. As a soul that transmigrated from the Great Celestial Empire, who can say that hoarding food is not doing his proper job?
Just as the boy began to argue his way out of trouble again, on the distant Sulphur Mountain, Crowley, who had just returned to Hell, held up his binoculars with trembling fingers, keeping a close watch on Ian, who had suddenly appeared.
"Hey~"
As the current leader of Hell, Crowley knew that if he witnessed the killing of lesser demons and did nothing about it, he would lose some of his support and authority.
“I have to do something!” Crowley was a man who valued fame and fortune highly. Seeing Ian going too far, he gritted his teeth and made a daring decision.
I saw.
He extended his palm, gathering magical power within it, and then decisively struck – the King of Hell's Agent swiftly plucked out his two eyeballs.
Not only that, he also sealed his eyeballs inside an iron box. In this way, his eyes were sealed shut, and he could see nothing, thus resolving the crisis that threatened his dignity.
"The weather in Hell is really nice today, but unfortunately I can't see anything," Crowley muttered with a sigh, feeling proud of his own intelligence.
To have risen to such a position with a human soul, his intelligence far surpasses that of most demons. His henchmen, for example, lack his level of wisdom.
"Your Excellency, are we just going to stand by and watch that archangel run rampant? That guy is eroding the hopes of our future demons!" The henchman brandished his steel fork angrily, his voice filled with righteous indignation and hatred. He genuinely felt indignant for the other demons; after all, there were also their own budding talents in Hell.
Hear the words.
Crowley raised his hand and patted the henchman beside him.
"What else? Let him stuff me in the gas tank too? To become fuel for his weird vehicle? Damn it, that car isn't a demon at all, it's fueled by the evil contained in the blood of a demon!"
"This is more terrifying than angels, incredibly...evil!"
His voice was filled with the helplessness of a wronged person, but his actions were not affected by this emotion. He was still decisive and smashed the henchman's head into pieces with both hands.
"Boss..."
The henchman, stripped of his core, collapsed to the ground, instantly turning into a handful of red soil that nourished the hellish landscape. Crowley, having ruthlessly delivered the killing, expressionlessly pulled out a pack of tissues.
"Only by being pragmatic can one live a long life, whether in the human world or hell." As he wiped his filthy hands, he couldn't help but think of his conversation with Lucifer before returning to hell—that boy, perhaps not powerful, but the glory he possessed was definitely the nemesis of all angels and demons.
The gifts bestowed by death were never the most troublesome attribute of that boy.
God's favor is the only one!
Those who cannot see through this cannot kill the boy, while those who can see through this dare not act rashly. This is the real thorn in the side that runs through heaven and hell!
"Sigh, while he's here, I'll have to take a long break in the toilet." Crowley turned and left, heading to his secret toilet for tactical hiding.
at the same time.
Hellcat has already carried Ian on its way.
He was riding on the roof of the Hellcat, inspecting today's harvest.
147 low-level demons
63 Mid-Rank Demons
High-ranking demons x23
7 Mutant Demons of Unknown Species
……
This is what the hamster party is like: wanting to take stock of their spoils. Amidst his own laughter and merriment, Ian was led by the Hellcat through layers of dimensions to the most representative building in Hell.
That highest, largest, and most conspicuous throne. No great demons stepped forward along the way; after all, those who could be great demons were all cunning, even though Ian's Hellcat had crossed the dimension of the Hell Lord.
The Lord of Hell happened to be out—which is why Ian's journey went so smoothly, so smoothly that it left him somewhat disappointed. Fortunately, Hellcat played him some music. The lyrics were very rhyming, and had a strong smug slant. However, mastering rhyming and flattery are both prerequisites for becoming a high-ranking demon in the DC Universe.
"Look! Lucifer's throne is uneven, and there are stone blocks floating on its surface... I bet they're the only things in the world that have ever kissed Swallow, the Lord of Hell!"
What truly roused Ian was the form the throne took, but his sudden inspiration left neither the demon head nor the hellcat daring to respond or agree.
"The souls of all people reside in this vicinity."
The demon minotaur changed the subject, but not too abruptly.
This is the paradise where Lucifer watches countless humans fall into depravity. Surrounding it stands a colossal structure composed of countless cubes, resembling a twisted beehive from afar. Each cube is a transparent cell, imprisoning fallen souls who, day after day, relive their most remorseful moments from their lives.
Ian stepped on the hood of the Hellcat.
With a graceful landing, it came to a stop before this "City of Repentance." Black snowflakes drifted down from the air, resembling the ash from burnt paper.
"Welcome to the Hellish Real Estate Development Zone! This location is at least on par with the Second Ring Road of the capital!" Ian certainly remembered that he was supposed to save someone, but finding Hannibal in this boundless "city" was no easy task. There are many Hannibals in this world; even if there are names posted outside the gate, it's like finding a needle in a haystack.
Pushing open the first Hannibal Lecter room door, Ian realized he'd gone to the wrong person—in the cell, a middle-aged man in a suit was kneeling on the floor, holding a little girl with a bluish-purple face. He was weeping bitterly, frantically confessing and apologizing, the syringe needle on his wrist conspicuously visible.