Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

In the sky, a group of demons are fighting for the position of the new great demon lord.

Even though not far below, Lincoln had set up a barbecue grill on the scorched earth and the flames of hell, they turned a deaf ear and did not pay attention to Lincoln and Rhubarb at all.

Until Dahuang, who was covered in yellow fur and had a heroic appearance, suddenly rushed out from below.

Ouch~

Howls that had never appeared in hell suddenly sounded in the ears. Several demons were still a little stunned, and then they saw a yellow figure suddenly rush out, and it was about to hit a horned demon and drag it directly to the ground.

On the ground.

The figure was so fast, and the bite was so powerful, that they could clearly hear the sound of bones being broken.

All the demons fell silent as they watched Rhubarb fall back to the ground with the demon whose neck had been bitten off.

And when they saw Lincoln skillfully skin and cut a demon and put it on the flames of hell for barbecue, they realized that the following two might not be targeting the location of the big demon, but themselves as demons.

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At one time, they thought that Lord Mikvaj Gard's behavior of eating low-level lemures was bloody enough, but now looking at the people and dogs salivating over the barbecue, they realized that what was coming now was

A truly brutal character.

Fight? Hit me with a hammer!

If you don’t run now, I’m afraid not all of them will become food on the barbecue grill later!

Needless to say, the demons just looked at each other and fled in all directions.

The billowing smoke dissipated, and their figures streaked across the sky like a rainbow, flying into the distance like meteors, but at the next moment, a series of collisions sounded in the air.

The figures of demons one after another hit the invisible barrier in mid-air heavily.

Golden ripples spread like ripples on the barrier. Looking along the spreading path of the ripples, the demons desperately discovered that a half-buckled ball completely locked them in the area with Lincoln as the center.

They tried their best to launch bombardments on the translucent barrier again and again.

However, the thin, foam-like barrier always crumbled without any gaps, as if it was playing with them.

The demons from all directions gathered together again. They looked at the man and the dog feasting on the ground, with fear in their eyes: "Sir!"

"You are not a grown-up, just keep fighting." Lincoln said without raising his head: "I'm not satisfied yet, keep fighting. If you lose, come down and use it as food."

Winning doesn't mean you will live, but losing will be used as food immediately. This cruel situation instantly makes the remaining demons alienated.

It's impossible to resist. They couldn't even defeat the great devil of the past, let alone Lincoln who could hammer the great devil to death.

Now it seems that if you want to survive, you can only sell your former colleagues.

Maybe you can sell a few of your colleagues for fun, and the remaining demons will survive, which is better than being put on the barbecue grill to be used as food if you resist.

The devils who are still alive here are all elites among the devils who have abandoned propriety, justice and integrity, and only have selfishness in their hearts.

When it comes to the spirit of sacrifice, they know nothing about it, but when it comes to cheating people and betraying friends, they are all good at it!

After a short moment of silence, the fighting resumed.

"Let's form an alliance with Mai Ti!" The demon with hands like long knives said to the other demon: "If we form an alliance, we will be able to live better."

"Okay!" Maiti agreed without hesitation. It quickly approached the long-sword demon. It loudly agreed with its mouth and stabbed the long-sword demon with its claws without hesitation.

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clang!

A buzzing sound sounded, and the sharp claws and long knives that were stabbing in the air collided. The two demons showed a sinister smile, separated without saying a word, and ran towards the other demons again: "Let's form an alliance!"

Shouting an alliance, stabbing the knife out without hesitation, and even touching a naked back on the way. This is what the devil does.

But the difference from before is that this time, no one wants to compete for the position of the only winner, but is determined to send someone to the grill first before talking about anything else.

False alliances, betrayal of friends before the battle, and stabbings in the back. Even though the goal of the war situation was so clear, those demons still used their special skills to perform one dirty trick after another to stab the enemy in the back.

Such a method is really disappointing, but I have to say that the effect is really good.

Before Lincoln had finished eating the meat on the shelf, a bird-shaped demon was respectfully sent by several of his colleagues to another shelf that Lincoln had rebuilt.

"Dear Sir, we have prepared the meat you want. When the wheat was alive, it loved to fly in the sky. The meat on its wings was the most delicious. Do you want us to pluck its feathers for you?

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The cunning and cunning devil one moment turned into a smiling bitch in front of Lincoln the next.

Looking at the huge bird-shaped devil they were holding on their hands, and then looking at the vegetable dog Rhubarb, which had not solved a single leg of its beef until now, Lincoln was silent for a moment: "Chop off its wings and brush it with that Orleans seasoning."

Serve it when it's cooked."

"As for you..." Lincoln glanced at the worried demon: "I'm not a bad person. I buy my life with money. For one hundred thousand souls, you can buy your own life."

"But my lord, the road to the earth is gone."

"Then use the souls of lemures instead." Lincoln said meaningfully: "Ten lemure souls are worth one human soul. The higher the soul of the demon, the more."

Lincoln's words made those demons' eyes light up instantly.

In today's hell, it is difficult to find human souls, but if you are looking for the souls of lemures or other demons, isn't it possible to catch them all?!

Anyway, the big demon lord of this place, Mikvaj Gard, has passed away, and the new Lincoln has no idea of ​​sustainable development.

Under the Three Lights Policy, it would be an easy matter to plow this hell and collect one million souls.

The overjoyed demons thanked Lincoln and dispersed in excitement. In the huge Hell Fortress Manor, only Rhubarb, who was fighting against the beef bones, was left, and Lincoln, who had already begun to brush the sauce on the grilled chicken wings.

The aesthetic style of demons is quite different from that of humans. Take the lord's mansion in front of us as an example. It is basically the same as the style of a medieval underground prison.

The sulfur-smelling flames, the dark red markings that may be blood or something else, plus the wails of some resentful souls, make it look like a horror movie scene.

Lincoln personally didn't like this style of building very much, but the place was too big to support it, and it would be difficult to build after it was demolished, so he had to make do with resting on a rooftop.

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In the Gard Territory, because of Lincoln's atonement silver system, those demons who wanted to survive led their men to indiscriminately kill all hellish creatures, including lemures.

Driven by the desire to survive, the originally barren land of hell was squeezed out of some oil and water by them.

A large number of souls of varying qualities began to be transported from various parts of the Gard Territory to the Lord's Mansion where Lincoln was located. This transport chain occupied so many people that the offerings to the Demon King of Hell were directly affected and interrupted.

The Demon King of Hell doesn't care about massacre, because this has always been the custom in hell, but cutting off confessions is absolutely unacceptable.

The anger made the Hell Demon want to give the dead Mikvaj Gard a good look, but the fear of intruders prevented him from going out on his own.

So, in the tall Demon King's palace, he turned his attention to a big demon under his command: "Baloric, go to Gard to see what happened there, and bring Mikwai back. I want

Let him know the consequences of disobeying me!"

"Yes, my dear Lord Demon King." With a trademark evil smile on his face, Baloric bowed slightly and walked out of the palace. He spread his wings behind his back and turned into a thick smoke mixed with the orange-red fire toward Gard.

The leader roared away.

The thick smell of sulfur wafted down, and the thick smoke even aroused the thoughts of the demons who were collecting souls in Gard's territory.

They didn't know that the person in the thick smoke was Baloric, but it was obvious that that guy must be the messenger sent by the Demon King.

Watching the billowing smoke whizzing away in the direction of the Lord's Mansion at a speed they couldn't catch up with, the demons couldn't help but fell silent again.

Looking up at the terrifying thick smoke, looking down at the souls in their hands, their minds became active again.

If they escape at this time, the human in the lord's mansion should, maybe, probably, probably not be able to catch up with them? With so many souls, aren't they using their strength?!

Great! Their hard times are coming to an end!

Thinking of this possibility, the demons were overjoyed and began to work harder to save themselves the money to escape.

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On the rooftop, Lincoln, who was experiencing the customs of local succubi, also noticed something unusual in the sky. He glanced at Baloric, then kicked the rhubarb beside his feet: "Hey, the new big devil of Gard.

Lord, there is a ghost coming to trouble you, and your subordinates are going to rebel, so go and take care of it."

Dahuang, who was lying on the ground out of boredom, pulling at his bones, looked up at the thick smoke in the sky, then lowered his head and lay back on the ground again: Woof! (Just run!)

"Mad, you are such a lazy dog!"

Lincoln kicked the bones in front of Dahuang and flew them to the sky, then stared at the thick smoke billowing in the air!

call out--

The crimson ray sank into the thick smoke like a rainbow penetrating the sun, and then, under the gaze of thousands of demons, the great demon envoy sent by the Demon King to collect taxes exploded into a ball of fireworks in mid-air.

On the ground, he stared blankly at the demon messenger who suddenly exploded in the sky.

The demons who had originally planned to run away suddenly felt cold.

Even if you are running away with a hammer, the devil's messenger will turn into a group of fireworks in the sky before they even come down. If they follow suit, they may also be turned into fireworks!

Suddenly, the demons in the Gard Territory calmed down and continued to collect the atonement silver conscientiously.

In the Demon King's territory in the distance, looking at the messenger exploding in the air, the demons in the palace suddenly became excited: "Damn Mikwai, he actually dared to attack the Demon King's messenger, we must kill it and its...

All the territory was reduced to scorched earth!”

"Yes! Take a look at its head, bind its soul in a lamp and burn it for tens of millions of years, and make it experience the most extreme pain!"

The demons below angrily put forward various suggestions for disposal, and the demon king sitting in the main seat looked at the iconic red ray, and his originally black and red face, which was not angry and intimidating, turned a little pale.

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The fools under it cannot recognize it, but it knows very well that besides the plague god sent by Ancient One from the earth, who else has this iconic attack?!

Even a guy like Mephisto wouldn't use this as a joke.

That guy must be here, it must be him!

The Demon King was terrified in his heart. The group of "loyal ministers" below who were inciting to go to the Gard Territory and deal with the lords there were called a great evil in its eyes.

At this moment, it even had the urge to reveal its original form and eat all of its loyal followers, but in the end, it restrained itself.

Everything about the Hell Lords is highly bound to Hell, which is the source of their strength and also their weakness.

Of course the demon king's true form can run far away, but his hometown is still here.

If his hometown is occupied, the devil's power will quickly lose, so he cannot give up here, but he is unwilling to let him wait for death here.

The Demon King felt that he had to find a solution. It was best for Lincoln not to notice his existence, but to find other ways to trouble the Demon King.

On the throne, the majestic Demon King fell into majestic contemplation. Under his dignified and solemn appearance, he concealed all kinds of dirty despicable calculations and bottomless means.

Over and over again, the devil rehearsed various plans in his heart, but in the end, he sadly discovered that he, who was unlucky enough to be Lincoln's first stop, might have only one way to survive.

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The next day.

In Lord Gard's Mansion, the succubus, who had always been graceful and charming, walked up to Lincoln, leaned into his ear and exhaled: "Sir, there is a demon who wants to see you."

"See me?" Lincoln opened his eyes and held the ball handed by the succubus: "Has someone collected all the atonement silver?"

"It seems to be a big shot coming down from above." The succubus' eyes were blurred: "It should be the messenger of the Demon King."

"The Demon King's Messenger..." Lincoln revealed, lowering his head slightly, looking through the layers of bricks and stones towards the main hall, and then he was shocked: "This is the Demon King's Messenger? Isn't this directly the Demon King himself?"

"The Demon King himself?" The succubus, who had never seen the Demon King before, looked blank and illiterate: "I don't know, isn't he the Demon King's messenger?"

"..."

Lincoln was silent for a moment, then let go of the plump and round hell specialty ball in his hand: "Go, bring him up, and I'll see what he wants to say."