End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

After returning from the prison, Russell gave Arnold a call, asking him to take the two Maseratis away, and telling him how dangerous it is for a twelve-year-old kid to own a supercar.

A week may not seem like a long time, but doing nothing can be very difficult.

Especially for Russell, if he doesn't do something for a day... he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't do something, so every night he goes to the police station to borrow a police car to patrol.

New York in this world is very chaotic, especially at night when there is a high probability of a crisis, as long as he perseveres, he will definitely hit a certain plot.

[World Mission: 1, Major Case 0/5]

[World Mission: 2. Ordinary Cases]

After three days, the plot did not hit, but there were a lot of petty thefts.

Unbelievably, Matilda was underage driving, and he issued a ticket to his guardian Arnold, which turned out to be an ordinary case.

In a certain High Table organization who did not want to be named, the senior executives collectively cried and fainted in the toilet.

...

On a rainy night, the streets of New York were getting cooler, Russell turned on the wipers and stopped at the traffic lights.

Probably because of the weather, there were few pedestrians on the road tonight, and the police car was empty, and there was not even a single ordinary case.

This is very un-New York!

Fluttering!

If there was a sound of fluttering wings passing above, Russell immediately came to his senses, hearing the sound like a lost angel.

He opened the car window and saw that his face was full of disappointment. He had wings, but he was not an angel.

If I have to say it, it is the tragic product of angels landing face first on the ground when they descended into the world.

Do not!

It was the product of crashing into a satellite when it landed, falling to the ground, losing its angelic face and flat figure, and then failing in plastic surgery.

Dark gray body, hairless fleshy wings, bloated tall body, Shrek's big face and plate, when these elements are combined, it is a word of worry.

There is no wrong word, Russell looked very sad, this thing can really help him find heaven, can't it be an undercover agent from hell?

"This shit is too ugly, God is serious?"

Russell looked disgusted. If it wasn't for the subtle power of the holy light, he would even have thought that the big moth in the sky was the gargoyle at the door of Miss Satan's bedroom.

Don't ask Russell why he knows the decoration design at the door of Satan's bedroom, he calculated it by watching the sky at night.

When the red light turned green, Russell drove to the side to make sure that there was no one around, and disappeared into the darkness.

...

The camera shifts to New York's St. John's Cathedral, located in Manhattan, the world's third largest Romanesque architectural style cathedral.

It is worth mentioning that the design of this church was completed in 1888 and the construction started in 1892, but it has not been fully built yet.

The big monster landed in front of the door of the main hall of the church, and his figure changed into that of an ordinary person. He passed through the pillars and came to the solemn cross.

"Queen, everything in New York City is normal tonight, and the devil's whereabouts are becoming more and more secretive."

"After the last war, our numbers dropped sharply, but the number of demons remained high. The more they hide, the more uneasy I feel."

"Queen, the manpower of the night patrol has been strengthened several times,

If the demon moves, we'll know it the first time. "

"hope so……"

The voice stopped for a moment, and continued: "Be careful, don't let humans notice our whereabouts. After all, this is their era, and we shouldn't exist."

"Subordinates understand!"

The man nodded, hesitated for a moment and asked aloud: "Queen, so far, have you not been able to get in touch with Heaven?"

"..."

There was no answer, and silence fell into the main hall.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Russell's figure emerged from the darkness, and he looked up at this church with a peculiar architectural style.

The internal structure and decoration are Romanesque, with a Byzantine style, while the exterior is Gothic. The 50-meter-high main hall is magnificent and open, and the exquisite wall carvings are breathtaking.

The walls on both sides are either enshrined to saints, or hung with huge pictures related to the Bible, full of religious feeling.

At the front of the main hall is the statue of the Crucifixion. Candles are lit on the table, making the church still bright at night.

Among the two people who spoke, apart from the strong man who was followed by Russell, there was also a woman in a blue robe.

The appearance is average, but the temperament is very holy, and there is a heart-warming sense of healing between the words, and he seems to be a good person.

Russell turned on telepathy, searched their memories without disturbing the two, and confirmed that the group of people stationed in the church belonged to the "Nocturnal Dragon" family.

They are God's warriors on earth, incognito and little known, who have long fought against the demons of hell.

For example, Queen Leonora of the Night Dragon Clan is an old antique who has lived for hundreds of years. She has experienced several wars and is the spiritual leader of the clan.

"Be careful, the connection with heaven is suddenly cut off, not just for us, but for churches all over the world."

Queen Leonora said worriedly: "This may be a conspiracy from hell. Coupled with the hidden whereabouts of the demons, it is very likely that a war will break out in the near future."

"Please rest assured that every warrior of the Night Walking Dragon is not afraid of sacrifice. We will smash the devil's conspiracy and rush back to hell together with Satan."

"..."

Russell's figure converged, retreated into the shadow behind him, and reappeared outside the church.

Is there a conspiracy in hell?

He blinked in confusion, thinking of that Satan who loves bathing, sleeping and beauty sleep, dawdling around and not seeking to make progress, and felt that the nocturnal dragons have been fighting wits and courage with the air for many years.

Hell and heaven belong to the same company. They don't know such a simple truth. This family must be a relic left over from the era of belief transmission many years ago.

To be more precise, throw it away after use, no one cares about the unlucky ones.

"Why don't I have any impression of this plot?"

Russell frowned slightly. He was considered a big boss who had read countless films. He heard "Night Walking Dragon" but couldn't think of a clue, so it could only explain one problem.

If this is a movie, it must be a bad movie.

If you don't have enough information, you can find a professional. He took out the devil's phone and was going to ask Miss Satan for advice.

Beep beep! !

The blind tone continued for a long time, and no one answered the phone. Russell had no sense of being rejected, and was as persistent as a telemarketer.

Finally, with his perseverance, the call got through.

"Guess who I am?"

"..."

"This is Russell, are you surprised or surprised?"

"..."

"Hey, Satan on the other side, are you still alive?"

"..."

There was no sound on the other side, Russell made up the picture in his head, Satan answered the phone and put it aside, and continued to sleep in his beauty sleep.

Slap!

Russell pursed his lips and closed the phone. He has a lot of ways to deal with non-violent and non-cooperative young ladies.

It doesn't matter if the phone is not answered, the monk can't escape the temple if he runs away, he will visit the door in person.

The gate of hell opened, Russell stepped in, and appeared in front of Satan's pink castle full of girlish hearts.

Too bad, all the doors and windows of the castle are welded dead, like a gorgeous coat with colorful patches, it looks nondescript.

If Satan has reached this level, he can directly... withdraw from the group.

"Hell is not safe, just tell me, why bother making yourself so miserable."

Russell felt distressed for a few seconds, feeling worthless for Miss Satan, counted the steps and walked a hundred steps to the right, and quietly pushed open a side door.

Don't ask why he is so proficient, this is a tacit understanding between men and women, and Satan deliberately left the door for him.

After sneaking into the castle for five minutes, Russell avoided various mechanisms and triggered alarms, and skillfully reached Satan's bedroom, took out the spare key from under the carpet, and gently opened the door.

No one was there, but the light in the private bathroom was on, and there was a lilting song humming a ditty.

"φ(0￣?) la la la???~~~"

Miss Satan was soaking in the swimming pool-like bathtub, with her long red hair curled up, picked up the sliced ​​cucumbers from the fruit plate, and applied them to her face one by one.

Just now the pervert called, she answered without saying a word, she succeeded in persuading the other party, and decided to do the same next time.

As for Russell's breaking in, Satan expressed no panic at all. Every corner of the castle was carefully laid out by her. Even if God came, she would be able to react immediately, and then slipped away.

If you can't afford it, stay far away. She recently built a palace on Pluto, and she will move there when the WIFI is installed. Russell will definitely not be able to find it by then.

Just as she was secretly delighted, a slice of cucumber suddenly appeared on her eyelid, she took it away and applied it to her forehead, and there was another slice of cucumber on her eyelid.

Satan: "..."

She silently covered her vital parts, and opened her eyes full of despair. In her sight, Russell took a slice of cucumber in each hand and put it down, making her eyes green.

"Ahhh—"

Screams resounded through hell, Satan raised his hands to cover Russell's eyes, swished on a thick down jacket, then sank to the bottom of the water, refusing to get out.

"good body!"

"Ah, gurgling, gurgling..."

"Singing is okay too."

"Ah, gurgling, gurgling..."

"Come up quickly when you're full, I have something to see you."

"Ah, gurgling, gurgling..."

"Hmph, I'll give you a second, if you don't come up, I'll go down."

Whoosh!

Satan quickly stood up from the water, clutching his collar and gnashing his teeth at Russell. The water stains in the corners of his eyes were not known to be tears or bath water.

"If you feel wronged, how about I wash it for you?"

"Beast!"

"Don't say that, you are a devil. According to the priority of evil, it is far higher than beasts." Russell waved his hand, ignoring Satan's resistance, and dragged her out of the pool.

"I was just patrolling the streets and..."

"Patrolled my bathroom?"

Satan snorted angrily, raised his hand to bring a quilt, and wrapped himself up in a ball.

Russell was very aggrieved, and explained: "No, I met a family who claimed to be a night dragon. They have fought against hell demons for thousands of years, so I came to ask you."

"Nonsense, where is the night dragon, I have never heard of it. There are hell demons, lie and find a reliable excuse, there are no other demons in hell, and I pretended to be there."

Russell was surprised: "Your little brother, you don't know?"

"No, no... Uh, let me look through the contract."