End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The devil meeting lasted for a long time, so long that Russell had enough time to memorize the faces of every hell lord.

Although the shape of the hell lords changed as they said, no one recognized Dormammu to Russell, and it was meaningless to remember their appearance, but this meeting was so boring that he could only use it to pass the time.

I don't know what the hell lords are planning. Everyone expresses their opinions, saying that other people are not worthy of trust, and only themselves are the best candidates for 'Satan'.

As long as everyone is willing to support his superior, a big hell family where everyone is equal can be established. In the future, the benefits will be shared together, and the throne will be seated in turn.

Before the wheat is planted, the pie painting begins!

This kind of nonsense, not to mention the sinister and cunning hell lord, the cute new Russell who just joined the group doesn't believe it.

Pretty much everyone knows this and keeps blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Russell dozed off when he heard it, and wanted to propose a fight a few times, but the one standing in the end was Satan.

After all, it's hell, good eloquence and being able to fool people are just one aspect, big fists are more convincing.

But he didn't make this proposal after all. There were several muscular lords who were not good at speaking and were already asleep on the table. This kind of rough guy didn't want to be the first bird, so why did he make himself uncomfortable.

It's really boring, Russell can only continue to look at people, so he should broaden his horizons and study exotic species.

After the two cycles, Russell basically confirmed his eyes with everyone, except the three of Saitorak. In summary, all the members of the hell family are kind and friendly, and they look easy to get along with.

Male hell lords, no matter how tall, short, fat or thin, all have the same look: brother, you look great, come to my house if you have a chance.

The female hell lord, regardless of whether there is cloth on her body or not, always has the same look: Handsome guy, you look great, come to my house if you have a chance.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the key is attitude, which made Russell feel that the hell lords are warm and hospitable. Considering that everyone is a busy person, he will not bother them.

Boom!

A hell lord who was pretending to be asleep slapped the table and stood up. He tried his best to make himself sleepy but failed. He stood up angrily: "I can't stand it anymore. I want to go back to my own territory. Go ahead!"

Just when Russell's mind was wide open, the Satanic dispute was a contest that tested patience. When the first one couldn't bear it and would be eliminated, another dozen hell lords chose their positions. After a while, more than half of the seats were vacant, and Cytorak three People also walk away.

"..."

Russell was dumbfounded, and looked at Mephisto next to him in doubt, asking what the operation was.

"Everyone wants to be the supreme Satan, surpassing all the lords of hell, taking back power and becoming the strongest, but if such a person really appears, others will immediately join hands to tear him apart, so..."

Mephisto smiled maliciously: "Everyone is waiting for an opportunity, a reasonable opportunity to ascend the throne, obviously, today is not."

Russell nodded silently when he heard the words. The authority of the hell lords overlaps seriously, and the source of power is the fear of human beings. Once Satan takes the throne, he will harvest all the fear for himself. vegetable.

The arrogant hell lords, all of them are the best in the world, how can they kneel down and subdue to the trash they look down on, so the best result is either he becomes Satan himself, or there is no Satan.

If I can't get it, neither can anyone else!

"Actually, today's meeting is quite long. In the past, everyone sat down for a while and then dispersed."

Mephisto stared at Russell and laughed straight: "Dakseid, do you know why?"

Russell raised his eyebrows: "Everyone thinks I will be an opportunity, because I don't know the rules and I am a newcomer."

"True, but you've let everyone down."

"It's okay, as long as you are satisfied, big brother."

"Hahaha, that's right, that's it."

The two were laughing. Russell turned his head and found that his third brother, Satanesh, had already left. He couldn't help curling his lips and didn't even say hello. He was indeed a superficial brother.

"Satanesh should be in a hurry, so don't take it to heart." Mephisto comforted, got up and left the table with a smile: "It just so happens that I am also in a hurry, and I will come to my hell another day. I will invite some like-minded friends, Let’s sit down and talk slowly.”

Mephisto left as soon as he said, and Russell had not yet left the table. Including Hela, more than ten charming and enchanting female hell lords approached enthusiastically, wanting to invite him to sit at home.

It doesn't mean anything else, I just feel that Russell is very similar to his ex-boyfriend, and wants to relive the old dream.

Although the necklines of the female hell lords are very sincere, and each one is more enchanting and charming, Russell still politely refused, not because he admits cowardice, but because social etiquette requires him to refuse.

If he accepts one of the invitations, what will the other people who are rejected think, are they shameless?

Besides, the hell lords have many vests, who knows if there are male demon kings mixed in, it is safer to refuse.

The dark dimension channel was opened, Russell disappeared without a trace, and appeared on the galaxy planet in the dark dimension.

The blood moon was in the sky, and there was no sound above the desert, and a gust of wind swept in, sweeping away sand and dust to cover the sky and block out the sun.

With a wave of his hand, Russell froze everything in the world to stand still. As his thoughts changed, the sea changed and the vast sandy land turned into a sea of ​​waves.

"Fascinating power, no wonder everyone wants to become Satan..."

Russell glanced at the ocean under his feet, and the telepathy was silent in it. In the blink of an eye, the ocean turned into an ice sheet, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a magma red sea.

After a while, he opened his eyes with a strange expression on his face, the world lacked necessary things.

life!

Unfortunately, Russell doesn't have the ability to shape the soul, the body can be reorganized with matter, only the soul can't, as for splitting his own soul...

Absolutely impossible!

The gate of hell opened again, and Russell stepped into it, preparing to collect a few souls and experience the greatness of the Creator.

...

The gates of hell can only open hell. In the previous meeting of the devil king of hell, Russell roughly explored some experiences. For example, the hell dimension opened by the gates of hell is not limited to the current universe, and other universes in the Marvel world can also enter.

Because the hell dimension on the opposite side of the door may be something owned by the owner, and the food is delivered when you enter, so you must check carefully when you open the door, otherwise it will be too late.

Lucky is very good, the first one is the unowned hell dimension, Russell was very surprised, after all, his luck has always been mediocre.

Below average, or even a little bit lower, there was a sudden burst of personality, and I was really caught off guard.

This is a very special dimensional world, with a total of eight continents from bottom to top. The area is reduced layer by layer like a pyramid, and the edges of the continents are broken and spread stones, like floating asteroid belts.

Looking across the eight-layer continent, the void occupied in all directions is very narrow. Russell nodded secretly. This may be the reason why it has not been discovered and occupied so far.

Although the sparrow is small and complete, Russell's body is suspended in the void, and he flies directly to the eighth floor from the first floor at the bottom, confirming that the dimensional world in front of him is worthy of the name of hell.

From the dead sea of ​​scarlet blood at the bottom to the quiet and dark world of the seventh floor, interspersed with yellow sand deserts, abyss canyons, poisonous swamps, hurricane knife mountains, and magma basins, all are standard attractions in hell , soaked in countless insensitive souls.

These souls are full of resentment, and I don't know how many years of suffering they have suffered, so that when they find the breath of the living on Russell's body, they all roar and vent their resentment and curse.

The strong resentment made Russell dare not underestimate him. He spread three pairs of black wings behind his back and soared to the highest continent.

The sky is dark, with black clouds piled up into blocks, occasionally shedding straight rays of light like tows, as if the end of the evening is approaching.

It's not sunlight, but the result of the world of sims in the dimensional world, which Russell regards as a sad light!

This is a kind of deception, to give all the souls of the dead a glimmer of hope, telling them that as long as they serve their sentences, they can go to heaven and be relieved.

But in fact, this hell dimension has neither entrance nor exit.

The fully enclosed dimensional world cuts off all possibility of contact with the outside world. The souls living here can only go back and forth in the eight hells, and they will never recover from the torture.

"It's no wonder everyone is so insensitive, and they are so full of resentment after seeing me..."

Russell frowned, the question is, since it is a fully enclosed dimensional world, how did these souls get in?

Whoever sent them in, why didn't they take this dimension as their own and use it as a basis to invade other dimensions?

"Things suddenly became very interesting, but I'm not a detective, and I don't have a hobby of deciphering."

Russell raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and opened the space channel of the dark dimension behind his back. The two dimensions were connected, and a series of dark chains were thrown from the dark dimension, locking the narrow dimension of the eight-story continental hell.

Dimensional invasion, start!

The invasion went very smoothly. After reconfirming that it was an unowned dimension, or that the owner had already died, Russell was completely relieved and began to check the eighth floor in front of him.

Under the black clouds, the narrow and steep mountain rises like a sharp sword. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows in and reverberates between the peaks, making the sound of charging horns endlessly, which has a sense of loneliness and sadness of "high mountains and ten thousand renmin". feeling.

Bleak and desolate, majestic and tragic!

It is impossible to write poetry. Russell fluttered his wings and soared among the mountains of the sword. Suddenly, a beam of light shuttled through the cloud and landed, reflecting a large glamorous light and shadow below.

Metal shine!

Russell raised his brows, fluttered his wings and landed towards the flashing location.

There is a plain in front of the Sword Canyon. The metal that reflects the light is a row of swords stuck upside down in the crevices of the rocks. There are thousands of them as far as the eye can see.

Russell frowned slightly, fluttered his wings and skimmed the white bones under his feet, and pulled out the sword closest to him. The cold air condensed on the sword body, and the corpse of the sword holder was decayed, but the sword was still as bright as new, showing its preciousness.

"Lady's dagger, enchanted..."

Russell's eyes swept over the runes on the sword body, and his eyes were filled with light. They were written in Asgard.