End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Outside St. John's Cathedral in New York, a large number of demons surrounded them from four directions, and they continued to increase.

The nocturnal dragons guarding the cathedral were seriously short of troops and fell into a predicament of passive defense.

Although one side represents heaven and the other represents hell, in terms of appearance, it is estimated that no one would object to saying that they both come from hell.

The Nocturnal Dragon is a gargoyle with a green face and fangs, covered in gray and clay-colored, no matter men, women, or children, all are more than two meters tall, with a strong physique, big shoulders and round waist.

The weapons are double-edged axes, single-edged axes, mountain axes, and machetes. All the members follow the pure man line.

The demon family is much more refined.

The whites of the lower-level demon's eyes are red, and there are black veins on the neck and face. At first glance, it looks like a dark idol.

In comparison, the superior demon is a bit horrible, with blue-black horny wrinkled skin, fangs and claws, and some nocturnal dragons.

It looks like a person from a distance, but if you get closer, you will be disgusted by their strong sulfur body fragrance.

The leader of the demon clan, Naberius, has not yet arrived, and one of his confidantes is in charge of this battle.

In order to avoid being discovered by hell, Naberius went deep into the world and had not participated in the war between the two clans for a long time, which made many nocturnal dragons suspect that he was dead.

Like all wars, war is not an end in itself.

In the cathedral there was what Naberius wanted, for which he sent many descendants to die.

Frankenstein Adam!

Naberius saw a miracle in an artificial human made by a mad scientist two hundred years ago and stitched together with corpses. Not only the Creator can create life, but science can too.

Naberius wants to get Adam, decipher his out-of-the-box life source, and then imitate the Stitcher Army to conquer the world.

It's hard to say whether it's true or not, but the demon family believed it, and they were encouraged, eager to use war to conquer the world, and spread the power of hell and Satan.

The two sides confronted each other along the boundaries of the cathedral, and the demons were numerous, which put great pressure on the night dragons.

The situation was so dire that Queen Leonora contacted Heaven to no avail, and they had to fight alone.

The strange thing is that in New York, an information-oriented metropolis, gargoyles are flying all over the sky, and people with pink eyes are walking everywhere, and well-informed reporters did not rush to the scene in the first time.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the hands of the clock tower gradually pointed to twelve midnight, as if it was the final countdown. The atmosphere of the war was so heavy that it was hard to breathe, and it would collapse and explode at any time.

On the other side, Russell was dressed in a white robe, riding a sacred heavy horse, galloping through the brightly lit streets of New York.

The camera zooms out to the top of the high-rise building, and a white beam of light can be seen sprinting across the road, and then flashes to the next street in the blink of an eye.

There was a lot of exclamation, and the vision attracted people to chase after it. The camera that was lucky enough to capture the white light picture was a faint silhouette of light and shadow riding a war horse.

The cathedral was conveniently located in front of him. Russell pulled up the reins, and the horse under his crotch roared in the wind. He jumped up with his front hooves on the ground, galloped along the wall at a right angle of 90 degrees, and finally stopped at the top of a tall building.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, the horse breathed out white flames, its front hooves were raised high, Russell on his back waved his hand and pulled out a great sword of holy light from the void.

The light flickers away,

Lights up the night sky briefly.

Although it was only for a moment, it also attracted the attention of the two races. They looked at the tall building in surprise, and felt the pressure of heart palpitations from the mysterious man who immediately swung his knife.

The Nocturnal Dragon was both surprised and delighted. What delighted was the holy light on the mysterious man, which showed that the visitor was a friend rather than an enemy. The surprise was that the holy light was so strong that it made them feel ashamed.

Everyone in the demon family is in danger, the strong and materialized holy light makes them dare not act rashly, and many demons even suspect that they can't even beat that horse.

From the corner of his eye, Russell saw that the clock tower was about to point to twelve o'clock, and waited for the moment when the bell rang, weighing which entry method was more shocking.

Did the horse fall from the sky with wings on its back, or did the horse charge vertically along the wall of the building?

clang! clang! clang----

The bell rang, Russell shook the reins, and the horse jumped straight down the building under the command.

After thinking for a long time, the explosion is still simple and clear!

At this moment, the familiar time reset struck again, and the time returned to 24 hours ago, and the killing spirit of the war disappeared, whether it was a demon or a night dragon, all disappeared.

Boom!

Russell's crotch was loose, and he landed in a horseback riding position. His feet crushed the bricks and stones on the ground until they reached the calf.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the white robe was rolled up and fluttered.

"Fuck, I'm on a horse!!"

D!

Russell threw the long sword in his hand angrily, and finally pretended to be aggressive. It was over before it even started. His poor landing action made him look like a dead waiter.

"Fortunately no one saw..."

Russell glanced at the quiet cathedral, the holy light converged and returned to the stigmata on the back of his right hand, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Hello, Eleanor?"

"That's right, I'm just so bored, I like to take a shower while talking on the phone... Don't talk nonsense, I dropped the soap on the floor, come in and pick it up... Immediately! Immediately!"

"It's okay if there is no one, just kidding. Now go to the window and see if Li Bao is in the stable on the first floor. If not, call the police immediately."

Hanging up the phone, Russell frowned and pondered. The time was reset to 24 hours ago, and it also happened at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. It can be ruled out that it was caused by David Rice's teleportation ability.

The time was reset twice in the early hours of the morning, and the minutes and seconds were not bad, and both were reversed for 24 hours. If David Rice had this ability, the script would be a [time master] instead of a [mind teleporter].

Worst of all, after going through [Horror Cruise], Russell is very resistant to time loops, and what's worse, he doesn't know which movie about time loops he's involved in.

Is it [Edge of Tomorrow] or [Groundhog Day], or it is still [Terror Cruise] that caused his steel ship to crack.

Russell lit a cigarette, analyzed it calmly, and thought about it for a while, only to find that he had no clue. The only good news was that there were no clones of disgusting people.

When in doubt, he consulted a professional. Russell rubbed his hands and opened the gate of hell, ready to chat with Miss Satan for 24 hours.

Satan is not in the castle. To be precise, the entire castle is gone, except for a piece of bare land, which proves that Russell went to the right place.

Russell: (one`'one)

He judged that Miss Satan had encountered a difficult enemy, who was too strong to contend with. In order to protect herself, she hastily shifted her strategy and even ignored hell.

Regarding the identity of this unknown powerful enemy, Russell still has a bit of a B number in his heart.

He dialed the devil's mobile phone, but no one answered for a long time. He hung up the phone with a black face, cursing that one day Satan would be captured by a powerful enemy and locked up in the basement with tragic words written all over his body.

"Naive, everything will be fine if you move the castle away, who do you look down on!"

Russell snorted coldly, a country cannot be without a king for a day, and hell is no exception. Satan is playing with things and loses his mind, so it is time for him to replace him.

Rumble! !

The dense dark energy shot straight into the sky, thunder and lightning swam through the dark clouds filled with black smoke, and the roaring sound covered up the wailing screams from the red abyss.

The horns on the top of the demon's body stood in the hell, and the three pairs of jet-black wings covered the sky and the sun on the back, throwing a large amount of black muddy water.

Russell lifted the black flame sword upside down and pierced heavily into the cracked and mottled black continent. The frenzy of magic power suddenly expanded, flooding the surrounding area with a force of swallowing, occupying hell bit by bit, turning it into his... territory.

Drops of black muddy water landed on the ground, turning into a raging black sea, quickly pouring into the cracks of the abyss, assimilating the original hell territory, making it a help to accelerate the process of devouring.

The speed at which the darkness expanded was astonishing, and the tidal ocean rolled down, instantly blackening a large area of ​​space.

The territory of hell is infinite, and theoretically it cannot be completely occupied, but the pace of darkness expansion cannot be stopped at all. When the root of hell is eroded by darkness, it will become the same as the dark dimension, and everything is determined by Russell.

"I don't know if hell is also within the time loop..."

The time of erosion was too long, Russell left behind the clone of the body of the demon god, injected dark energy into the black flame sword, and returned to the world in a flash.

...

Sub-bureau, chief's office.

Russell held the two files with a face full of pain, dropped a telepathy, and fast forwarded to the end of the conversation with the director.

He took the file and walked out. Because he didn't know what plot he was involved in, he didn't know how to break the situation. He only knew that every morning on time, the world would reset to the previous day.

Suddenly I don't want to work hard!

If someone else has obtained unlimited reset time, they will definitely go all out to make waves and enjoy 24 hours without responsibility.

But Russell has no interest. With his ability, even if he is not in the time loop, no one can do anything to him irresponsible. The time loop is of no benefit to him.

Because of this chaotic world, Russell couldn't judge whether he actively intervened in the plot, or was unfortunately caught in Yuchi.

The former is okay, but the latter is troublesome. For example, in [Groundhog Day], how to find the hero in the infinite loop is a big problem.

Russell slowed down the second possibility, and considered the first hypothesis first, recalling who and what he met on the first day of the time loop.

The police station, bank, school, teleporter David Rice, and the most wanted man in the United States, John Tombos, there is no one worth paying attention to.

Russell changed his perspective to think about the problem, and repeated it as it was within two days. There was only one thing that did not change.

Go Brooklyn College and get John Tumbles!

"Is this guy a key person?"

Russell instinctively wants to refuse, and Tombers is a slovenly bum with long neglected hair and beard, and does not have the appearance that the protagonist should have.

Moreover, the setting of a serial murderer is difficult to produce a sense of substitution. With him as the protagonist, the movie will only hit the street.

With no other options at the moment, Russell pondered for a moment and drove to Brooklyn College to try to follow Tombos and see what would happen to him.