Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

In the main hall, the Demon King, who was waiting anxiously, felt uneasy.

To be honest, he admitted that his action this time was a little impulsive, but if it happened, it would be the result of following the dragon!

Although he may be destined to miss the throne of Satan in this life, he will undoubtedly become the most stable leader in the entire hell dimension.

With GG on one side and Conglong Gong on the other, the Demon King felt that it was appropriate for him to take a little risk sometimes.

As for the issue of betraying other hell lords... As a devil in hell, isn't it an innate ability to betray this kind of thing? This is a skill in eating, and you will never lose it.

The anxiety and uneasiness in the Demon King's heart did not last long, and the succubus, who in his opinion was considered a nobody in hell, reappeared in front of him: "My lord has agreed to see you, come with me."

Following the moving succubus, the devil chose from his heart to lower his head and look at the floor instead of focusing on the figure in front of him.

After all, the Demon King has a moody personality, and he never wants to be killed just because he looked at Lincoln's woman. That would be an unjust death.

The Lord's Mansion in Garde is not very big. Even if you go up the stairs, it only takes a few minutes to reach the rooftop where Lincoln is.

Looking at the grilled chicken wings on the table next to him, the Demon King couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He had seen people eating demons, and even he himself had eaten them, but it was rare to see someone like Lincoln who had to prepare the devil carefully before eating it.

Moreover, he could tell at a glance that this pure Orleans secret roast chicken method was the way humans on Earth process ingredients.

What does this mean? Lincoln does not regard these demons as intelligent creatures at all, but as food items that are large in size and produce a lot of meat.

Although cannibalism and eating food are both eating, the symbolic meanings of the two are completely different.

At this moment, the Demon King became even more nervous.

He himself had never eaten his own meat. If Lincoln suddenly wanted to taste the flesh of the Lord of Hell, his death would be even more unjust.

The devil who was afraid of death had all kinds of strange thoughts in his mind, but fortunately Lincoln was not as bottomless as he thought.

Throwing a piece of chicken wing tip that he didn't want to eat to the rhubarb on the ground, Lincoln then looked at the Demon King: "I didn't expect that you, a lord of hell, who didn't want to run away or build a fortress, actually dared to come directly in front of me.

Tell me, do you have any good news for me?"

The Demon King glanced at Rhubarb, who was feasting on grilled chicken wings on the ground, and then said respectfully: "Dear Sir, Hell Lord Radoslaw McPhee..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Seeing that the hell lord in front of him was about to start a tirade about the real name, Lincoln frowned and stopped him: "Just tell me your purpose. I don't need the real name."

"Follow your will, sir." The Demon King nodded politely first, and then said flatteringly: "Sir, you may not understand that there are as many hell lords as there are in hell, big and small, and most of them are cunning, evil, and cruel.

They think very highly of themselves...almost any negative word can be used to describe them."

"But I am different. I admire your brilliance and strength, so I came here to surrender. I have carefully prepared the territory of other hell lords and the location of my hometown for you, just in exchange for a small promise from you."

As he spoke, the Demon King bowed and took out a roll of parchment, and handed it to Lincoln with both hands: "My admiration and loyalty to your Excellency can be seen in the sun and the moon, just like mountains and rivers that remain unchanged forever!"

To be honest, Lincoln was a little curious as to where a demon from the Western Hell learned these elegant vocabulary, but compared to this, he was more interested in the parchment in the devil's hand.

Without worrying about what the devil had done to the parchment, Lincoln took it directly and opened the scroll.

The light flashed from the scroll. Under the influence of the power system unique to hell, the magic patterns that recorded many complex knowledge unfolded. Lincoln glanced at it and instantly knew the situation of other hell lords.

He nodded slightly and threw the scroll in his hand to Dahuang who was chewing bones on the ground: "I see your sincerity, it's very good. So, what promise do you want from me?"

Looking at the precious scroll held down by Dahuang's paw, the Demon King rolled his throat twice and whispered softly: "If it is possible, sir, I hope that after you ascend the supreme throne of Satan, you can allow me to remain the same.

Live as the Lord of Hell..."

The Demon King was talking humbly, and suddenly Lincoln looked at him and immediately changed his tone: "It doesn't have to be a hell lord, a smaller demon lord can also be..."

"No, no, no, I want to ask, how did you know that I was preparing to ascend the so-called throne of Satan?"

"Ah?!" Hearing the change in Lincoln's tone, the Demon King was stunned for a moment: "Sir, aren't you ready to ascend the throne of Satan? That is the throne of the entire hell dimension. If you ascend it, you can control the entire hell.

, no other hell lord can threaten you."

"Ha!" Lincoln snorted disdainfully: "It's as if there is a hell lord who can threaten me now."

Demon King:......

Hearing Lincoln's answer, the Demon King couldn't help but fell silent. He didn't notice it at first, but now that he thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was indeed the case?

However, since it is not for the throne of Satan, why does the adult in front of me come to hell? Have a barbecue party? Or...

Thinking of some terrible possibility, the Demon King couldn't help but look at Dahuang holding the parchment scroll under his paws.

Although the Lords of Hell have various appearances, like sheep, cows, or birds, if a dog can sit on the Satan Throne... it would be the first of its kind in history.

Of course, the emotional changes of the Demon King could not be hidden from Lincoln's eyes. He looked at the Demon King with interest: "It seems that you are also aware of it. So, now set an example."

"Do you choose to defend the dignity of Satan's throne? Or surrender to the future Satan?"

Demon King:......

Is it like a dog to show submission? This is really an undignified thing!

For any hell lord in hell, this would be an unacceptable shame and humiliation!

Even if he is the first to surrender, he cannot kneel down and surrender immediately without any backbone. At least, he must hesitate for a few seconds to show his backbone!

The Demon King silently counted the time in his heart, and as soon as three seconds passed, he knelt down on the ground without hesitation, murmuring the devil language of hell, and offered his loyalty as the Lord of Hell to Dahuang.

Hesitating for three seconds under Lincoln's condensation is to show one's integrity as the lord of hell; and bowing one's head is to show respect for the future Satan.

He, the devil, is still the devil, the most loyal lord of hell under Satan!

The surrender of ordinary lemures or great demons is insignificant, but at the level of a hell lord, as an existence that can project power to other dimensions, each hell lord is unique.

The Demon King offered his loyalty to Dahuang without any bottom line. At this moment, all the hell lords in the entire hell felt what he had done.

Although Mephisto and the others were unable to know the location of the Demon King, at this moment everyone was gnashing their teeth: "Radoslaw! You damn guy! How dare you betray us!"

"Nonsense!" The Demon King's voice also echoed in the air: "I just found the respected Lord Satan and offered him my loyalty. You guys who covet the throne of Satan are all traitors and traitors who can be punished by everyone!

Where is the betrayal? When Lord Satan returns to the throne, I will kill you all!"

Lincoln:??????

Looking at the furious Demon King, Lincoln's face showed the expression of a subway man: "Where did you learn these words? Why do you keep saying the same thing?"

"This..." The Demon King said with some embarrassment: "I found this from a human soul. There are many more like this."

The Demon King said as he carefully released a soul.

Judging from the appearance, it was obviously a Western face, but after Lincoln looked through it carefully, he realized that this guy was an ancient lover who was obsessed with TV books such as the Three Kingdoms.

This guy's memory can even be viewed as a TV set.

It is difficult for the devil to find such a unique soul among Western souls.

In this case, his previous actions cannot simply be said that no one can break into the Demon King's Palace before the Demon King surrenders. This should be called a hero who knows the current affairs and follows the general trend.

Mephisto and the others were so angry at the demon king's confident words: "Damn the cowardly demon king, he actually surrendered to that human so quickly!"

"I have known for a long time that he is very cowardly, but to this extent, it is better to call him the lemure lord! Even those lowly lemures have one more bone than him!"

"What should we do now? That damn guy betrayed us. That human should have grasped our position. How will we deal with him then?"

"I suggest, why don't we join forces?" a hell lord said.

"No matter how powerful he is, he can't be powerful enough to defeat the combined efforts of so many of our lords. I even suspect that if he hadn't been cowardly and surrendered, it would have taken him some time to occupy that piece of hell."

"Unite? How to unite?" A demon lord said coldly: "See our territories come together? I'm worried that before he comes, he will be attacked by you first, right, the cunning and insidious Mephisto?"

"You are slandering! I have never attacked you!" Mephisto's face was cold: "Bring me the evidence!"

"Evidence? Don't you think it's ridiculous? You, a lord of hell, actually believe in evidence."

"That's enough!" Lucifer said: "Are you here to discuss things about that human being, or are you here to quarrel?"

"Discuss? Is there still a need to discuss?" The Demon Lord said: "It's ridiculous for a group of insidious and cunning guys who can stab you in the back to talk about an alliance at any time!"

After saying that, he disappeared directly: "Anyway, my realm is far away from the throne of Satan, but Mephisto and the Seven Demon Kings seem to be very close to the throne..."

When he said this, the eyes of other hell lords couldn't help but move.

There are only a few people in hell who have the strength and ambition to compete for the throne of Satan. In terms of distance from the throne of Satan, no one can compare with the Seven Demon Kings and Mephisto.

In this way, if that human's goal is the Throne of Satan, Mephisto and the others must be the first to suffer.

In this case, why should they be anxious if they have basically no chance of winning the throne!

Since union is impossible anyway, it would be a good thing to see a powerful hell lord like Mephisto unlucky first!

For a moment, all the hell lords couldn't help but fell silent, and then left quietly.

Realizing that things were getting worse, Mephisto and the others looked increasingly embarrassed, but they were somewhat helpless about the departure of those guys.

Friction and fighting often occur between hell lords, but now is obviously not the right time.

Those lords who were far away from the throne had formed a vague circle on Xincheng Road and excluded them.

Fighting at this time, Lincoln might be grinning crookedly.

The problem is somewhat serious now.

With a formidable enemy at hand and the feuding among the lords, what else can be done to stop Lincoln?

If the Demon King were here, he might come up with the bad idea of ​​'killing his dog', but unfortunately he is not here now, and Mephisto is destined not to know who will eventually take the throne.

In the Lord's Mansion of Garde, the Demon King was hanging behind Lincoln like a dog's leg: "Sir, sir, my suggestion is to go to this place first."

"Oh? Is there anything you can say?"

"This place is the territory of Lord Gluttony. Some demons in his territory are pig-shaped. I have eaten their meat before. Even if it is eaten raw, it tastes great!"

"If you use your superb barbecue techniques and your secret seasonings worth a thousand dollars to process it a little, you will definitely be able to bring out the incredible deliciousness deep in the meat!"

"Sounds pretty good."

"If you want to go, I suggest you start from this area." The demon king tirelessly led the way: "The gluttony demons in this area are the most diligent. Compared with other demons, the soft meat must have a little more strength.

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"Very good, your suggestion makes sense." Lincoln patted the Cowardly Demon King on the shoulder with a pleased look on his face: "In that case, the task of defeating the Gluttonous Demon King will be left to you!"

As soon as these words came out, the expression on the Demon King's face, which had been excited just a moment ago, suddenly froze, and he stuttered: "But, sir, I can't defeat the Gluttonous Demon King!"

"Who told you to fight the Demon King? Wouldn't you sneak over quietly with your loyal ministers, catch a group of demons, and run away?"

Lincoln said dissatisfied: "As a devil, you can't be rigid in your thinking. You have to be flexible. As long as you can achieve your goal, you will do whatever it takes. Do you understand?"

Facing Lincoln's high expectations, the cowardly devil's eyes filled with tears of excitement, and he couldn't stop nodding his head: "Sir, I understand!"