End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Wrapped in a quilt, Satan raised his hand and snapped his fingers to replace the bedroom with a study office, then rolled to the file area and opened the metal cabinet to check.

Russell silently stepped forward, looking at the neatly numbered documents in surprise: "I apologize to you, I have always thought you were a devil who is not doing business properly, but I didn't expect the business to be so busy."

If a document represents a soul, then all the drawers are open, and Satan has contracted at least tens of thousands of souls.

"God promised me to contract 10,000 souls to perform a perfect performance of a good devil, and then let me go back to heaven and become an angel again, and then change to become 'Satan'."

Miss Satan rummaged through the documents. She seemed to have some impressions of hell demons, but she didn't seem to have any. She couldn't remember what year it was.

"So God broke his word and you completed your mission but were denied entry to heaven?"

"No, it's because I couldn't think about it before. I felt that being a devil is very happy and free, and I didn't ask to return to heaven."

Speaking of this, Satan sighed deeply. If he had known that he would meet Russell, he would not have planned for a while.

This must be God's punishment for her, because she fell, from a conscientious and hard-working angel to a pleasure-seeking devil, just like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, who were driven out of heaven because of original sin.

"Found it, this is it."

Satan took out a file bag, which contained an ancient contract document written on parchment. The contract was very short, only a dozen or so lines, and it was very different from the previous documents that were tens of centimeters thick.

Seeing Russell's confusion, Miss Satan tightened the quilt and explained: "There is no way, people are getting smarter these days, if the devil doesn't keep up with the times, they will take advantage of them."

"No one has taken advantage of the loophole before?"

"Of course, who am I, I am Satan, the only devil!"

"Satan in a down jacket and wrapped in a quilt?"

"..."

Satan felt sad when he heard the words, and his will instantly sank.

The big boss didn't care about her life or death, and Russell watched from the sidelines. He came and went freely in her castle, just like going back to his own home. She, a Satan, had no energy to protect herself, and no fun at all.

Sometimes she thought, instead of living in fear, it would be better to close her eyes and follow Russell, as if she had been bitten by a dog.

But thinking about it again, she would never compromise with a scumbag...unless she gets married first.

"I'm sorry, Satan, you may have really been taken advantage of."

"What's the meaning?"

Satan gripped the quilt tightly and took two steps back cautiously.

"It's not me taking advantage of loopholes, but this Naberius who signed a contract with you."

Russell rolled his eyes, pointed to the terms on the parchment and said, "This guy signed a contract with you thousands of years ago, exchanging his soul for the powerful power to conquer everything, and then you turned him into a servant of the devil, walking around the world to spread the word of the devil. doctrine."

"That's right!"

Satan didn't realize it for a moment, raised his hand and brought the contract in front of him, wondering: "It's weird, according to the contract, he only stayed in the world for a hundred years, but his soul hasn't entered hell until now... How does this guy do it?" Arrived?"

Satan frowned slightly, and after a while, his eyes glowed red, he lifted the quilt with a swish, and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "Humble servant of hell,

How dare you deceive me, I will throw his soul into purgatory and torture him for 10,000 years. "

Before Satan disappeared, Russell grabbed him and said curiously, "Tell me, how did he do it."

"He transferred the mark of hell and half of his soul to another body, and then killed it on the day when it expired, successfully evading the terms of the contract."

Russell nodded and gave a thumbs up in praise: "That's right, a real man, he's cruel enough to himself!"

Satan said viciously: "But he is also a lunatic. Although he has gained freedom, he has lost his eternal life and most of his power, and will always suffer from the incomplete torment of his soul."

"Sounds like going to hell."

Russell shrugged and continued to ask: "What about the Hell Demon Clan? Wasn't Naberius the only one who signed the contract?"

"I have to admit that that guy is indeed a talent. He scattered his other half's soul, together with the last mark of hell, and mass-produced descendants. Although his power is gradually weakening, he can continue to replace his body with a new one to achieve eternal life. By the way, he can avoid my induction."

Satan said angrily: "If I hadn't read this contract, I wouldn't even remember having this 'cursed person'."

Russell raised his eyebrows: "So, you owe me a favor?"

"Well, I'll remember sooner or later."

"Don't be stupid, the files are all dusty, will you remember?"

"How about I treat you to dinner another day!"

As Satan said, he covered the quilt again, defending Russell like a thief: "Calm down, you are the master of the dark dimension, you can't do things that don't fit your status."

"Of course I know! But your performance makes me feel that if I don't do something, the infamy will be in vain."

"How, how is it possible!"

Satan smiled mischievously, Ma Liu threw down the quilt, and wrapped himself in a sheet.

"Don't worry about Naberius' affairs, leave it to me, and I will send his soul to hell."

"Hey, you are so kind, did he offend you?" Satan's eyes widened in surprise, with a ghostly expression on his face.

"Ok!?"

"Just kidding, people will know you are the best!"

After Satan finished speaking coyly, he turned his head and stuck out his tongue.

"What's the matter, are you vomiting?"

"No... yes, yes, to be honest, I'm already the mother of a child."

Satan had a loving motherly look on his face, and then shook his head repeatedly at Russell: "So it's not impossible for us, no appointment, thank you!"

Russell glanced at Satan disdainfully, and snorted, "Hehe, did someone tell you that your acting skills are indescribable?"

What can I do, I am also very desperate!

Satan yelled in his heart, and a smile appeared on his stiff face: "I owe you two dinners, I will arrange a schedule right away, soon, I will let you know another day."

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. It's better to be today. Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle."

"Not today, I... I'm sick."

Satan pulled out a thermometer from the neckline, which showed that the body temperature was as high as more than 2,000 degrees: "Look, I will explode if I touch it now, so I can't invite you to dinner."

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"I was thinking, your body temperature is so high, why didn't the sheets burn up."

"Uh……"

"Shall I give you two minutes to make up a plausible reason?" Russell said kindly.

"Is 20,000 years okay?"

"Then you think about it slowly, I won't accompany you. I took the contract away, remember to ask me out another day, otherwise, when I think about it, it's not just as simple as eating."

"Hey, are you leaving?"

Satan was immediately elated, and was surprised that he was too complacent, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Go slowly, I will often...call you in the future, and I will definitely answer it."

Watching Russell open the gate of hell and leave, Satan waved his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat off his head.

She threw away the bed sheet with her hands, and circled around the location where Russell disappeared several times. After several attempts, she failed to decipher the reason why Russell went in and out of hell freely.

After struggling for a while, she gave up and planned to move to Pluto overnight.

...

world.

Russell walked out of the gate of hell, put the contract of the hell devil into the portable space, and walked for tens of seconds to the side of the police car.

Suddenly, a chaotic spatial fluctuation came, the distance was very short, less than two hundred meters, roughly parallel to the next block.

"The night is dark and the wind is high and the moon is high, it really happens frequently..."

On Zhilu Commercial Street, the glass exhibition area of ​​a trendy brand store flashed with strong light. The distorted space carried high-temperature currents, burning fashion models and tempered glass, and then a blond woman with a cold face walked out.

Her facial features are stunning, her eyes are cold, her curvy figure is extremely hot, and most importantly, she has no clothes on.

The Terminator from the future world - T-X!

Alloy inner skeleton + super-density armor + liquid metal, T-X is a super-intelligent robot killer manufactured by Skynet. It is faster, stronger, and smarter than all previous types of Terminator, and is called the Terminator of Terminator.

T-X swept across the street with a blank expression. After comparing the data, he walked across the road, where a Lexus SC430 style coupe was parked.

After withdrawing money from an ATM, a lady sat in the driver's seat of the Lexus and was about to start the car when a T-X appeared in her sight.

The woman was surprised and said: "Miss, are you okay, do you want me to call the police for you?"

The reason for asking instead of calling the police directly is because New York has a large population base, and there are all kinds of perverts, and there are very likely beauties who run around naked at night.

The woman understood that when she was young, she drank too much or smoked too much, and she would do a lot of crazy things.

"I like your car."

T-X spoke indifferently, and raised his hand to grab the woman's neck.

Snapped!

A large hand gripped T-X's wrist, preventing her from trying to break the woman's neck.

Russell flashed his police officer ID, and said to the stunned woman, "Don't look, this guy just escaped from the mental hospital, let me handle it."

"Wow, I recognize you, you are...then who, a famous billionaire."

The woman was full of surprises, and excitedly handed over a business card: "This is the phone number of my law firm. If you need it, you can contact me directly. By the way, I thought the reporter said you were a policeman, and it was made up. "

Russell: (?_?)

"OK, I'll leave now."

The woman pointed to T-X, showing a smile of understanding: "If what happened tonight caused you to be involved in a lawsuit, I can help you argue unconditionally. Believe me, I am a very good lawyer."

Seeing Russell's unkind expression, the woman stopped talking and stepped on the accelerator to drive away.

"Officer, I like your gun!"

T-X turned to look at Russell, the electronic eyes scanned through the coat and scanned the two pistols in his holster.

"Reserve, it's impossible for the two of us."