Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Looking at the big yellow dog on the throne accepting and controlling the authority and power belonging to Satan, the eyes of all the demons except the cowardly Demon King were a little complicated.

The little hell lords who stood on Lincoln's side did not expect that Lincoln actually did what he said and pushed a country dog ​​to the position of Satan, the lord of hell, while Mephisto and the others, whose lifelong dreams and pursuits were shattered,

I felt the fantasy of magic.

Thinking that it has been thousands of years since they were born in hell, they have worked hard and used all means to get closer to the distant throne of Satan.

They are like the villains in fantasy works, working hard, having lofty goals, and moving forward firmly towards this goal.

But in the end, he was ultimately defeated by a fucking dog?!

Years of dreams and pursuits were shattered at this moment. Looking at the power gathered on Rhubarb, Mephisto's eyes first felt empty despair, and then began to become more ferocious and crazy.

Unacceptable! He absolutely couldn't accept the fact that he would lose to a dog!

The cunning seemed to disappear at this moment, and what surrounded him at this time was madness and despair so thick that it was almost as real as substance.

His thoughts gradually became confused, and the out-of-control magic began to erode his body. The once cold, cunning, cruel Mephisto, who would do anything to achieve his goals, gradually disappeared.

Instead, there is a hell lord who has completely fallen into madness because his dream was shattered.

The eerie and terrifying aura emanating from his body made the small hell lords watching from a distance shudder. Even the arrogance in the sky couldn't help but retreat at this moment.

He is extremely arrogant and cannot accept a dog sitting on a high position above his head, but Mephisto has now completely turned dark, and he does not mind letting this guy die in front of him.

"Kill you, kill you..."

The vague voice lingered like the murmur of an ancient god, and the pair of gray-black eyes that revealed the deathly silence were fixed on Dahuang and Lincoln's voice: "That's mine, mine!"

His cathartic roar suddenly burst out, and in the next moment, like the Iori in the King of Fighters game, he drew a black arc from a distance and jumped toward Lincoln.

Mephisto's eyes looked at Lincoln with extreme murderous intent, and the magic power reverberating in his palms was so violent and terrifying.

But facing this terrifying blow, Lincoln just dodged slightly, raised his leg, and stepped hard!

boom!

The black figure, which was so fast in the air that it could not be seen, instantly hit the ground. Lincoln's soles stepped on his back, as if the mountain was suppressing an insect with arms like a mantis.

He looked down at Mephisto, who was still twisting and struggling on the ground, with a sneer on his face: "Poor Mephisto, you could have become Satan, but it's a pity that you met me."

"As the lord of hell, have you long been accustomed to killing, destroying and destroying other people's dreams? Why do you act like an incompetent and furious giant baby now when it's your turn?

"

"Oh~ maybe you are not a qualified hell lord, you are just a piece of rubbish that relies on underhanded tactics to gain strength."

As Lincoln spoke, his feet became harder and harder.

The hell that was supposed to be extremely fragile was now extremely hard. Mephisto's body was damaged every inch of his teeth, but the ground did not deform at all.

In front of all the surviving demons, Lincoln's soles finally stepped firmly on the ground.

Mephisto, who was completely penetrated through the chest, turned into a corpse on the ground that could never be resurrected.

Cunning? Darkening? These are meaningless in the face of absolute strength. The power displayed by Lincoln made the arrogant people in the distance tremble with fear.

The moment the throne was taken away, he also wanted to rush forward and fight Lincoln to the death, but now, Mephisto, who died silently on the ground and did not even cause any movement, made him feel afraid.

Even if he eats too much, he can die magnificently, but Mephisto is like a bug and turns into an inconspicuous spot in hell. He doesn't want to be like this.

Arrogant hesitated, Lincoln's eyes were already looking at him: "Look, what did I find? A wild hell lord!"

The frivolous voice made the hairs on Arrogant's body stand up. He subconsciously wanted to make a move, but the sudden cowardice completely locked him in place, unable to move.

Lincoln's voice fell in front of him, and he stretched out his palm to press his heart: "What a safe measure, it actually binds the source of life to the heart that can move anywhere in the body. It's a pity that you met me.

"

Looking at the palm that was touching his chest as lightly as nothing, Arrogance wanted to scream loudly at this moment, but when he opened his mouth, he realized that this was no longer possible.

His pupils widened as he watched his chest being penetrated like a phantom, and his bright red heart like a crystal ruby ​​being torn out.

Until this moment, Arrogance felt that death was closer than ever. His eyes when he looked at Lincoln were full of desperate pleading, but this could not stop the gem fragments from falling to the ground piece by piece.

Another force returned to the hell dimension, and the power controlled by Dahuang became even more powerful.

Woof woof woof!

After killing the last hell lord who opposed him, Lincoln began to look elsewhere, but Big Yellow's voice attracted his attention.

He came to Da Huang, and then he saw a special soul emerging in front of him.

"Interesting, interesting!" Looking at the soul in front of him, Lincoln couldn't help but reveal a smile. After he searched the soul's memory, he became more and more excited: "That's it!"

He patted Dahuang's dog's head, holding the soul in his hand, and the long-lasting power in his body began to penetrate into the world outside hell, until at a certain moment, he opened his eyes: "Found it!"

Whoosh!

Lincoln's figure disappeared, and the dog was stunned when he saw the big yellow on the throne, because Lincoln didn't bring it with him.

Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!

At this moment, the angry voice lingered in hell for a long time.

...

Bang!

The streets of New York in the 20th century were not bustling, and even looked particularly dirty at night.

And in this alleyway, which was completely silent and only occasionally heard the sound of dripping water, a blazing flame suddenly appeared. When the flame dissipated, Lincoln walked out of it.

The sudden flames and Lincoln walking out of the flames unscathed made the homeless man huddled in the alleyway widen his eyes, looking at him with fear in his eyes: "The devil! The devil has come to the world!"

He shouted loudly, abandoned his luggage and hurried out of the alleyway, bumping into Logan who was drunk and came out of the bar: "Devil! Devil!"

Subconsciously holding on to the homeless man's arm, Logan looked at the homeless man who looked embarrassed and mentally unstable, and then looked at the homeless man who had a dark thought, and couldn't help but frown.

He suspected that the person in front of him was a drug addict who was high on drugs. He might have seen some hallucinations after taking the drug.

Thinking of this, Logan turned around and was about to leave, but the homeless man who fled in a hurry grabbed Logan with his backhand as if he had seen a savior. He pointed at the alley and shouted: "Devil! I saw a devil coming out of the flames."

Got it!"

Logan:???

He became more and more confused, but he was also curious and followed the tramp's guidance towards Xiangxiang.

Before he could walk into it, Lincoln walked out of the darkness first. The unexpected confrontation made Logan stretch out his sharp bone claws in response.

Seeing this moment, the originally frightened homeless man immediately shouted as if he had seen a ghost: "Mutants! Mutants!"

Looking back at the homeless man who was shouting and running away, Logan looked at Lincoln again: "Who are you?"

"Introduce yourself, my name is Lincoln." Lincoln smiled slightly: "Nice to meet you, Logan."

"Do you know me?" Logan slowly retracted his bone claws and looked at Lincoln with some confusion: "I don't remember that I have seen you before."

"Immortal mutant, there are too many people who know you." Lincoln did not answer Logan's question, but instead said: "It seems that you are not called Wolverine yet."

"Wolverine?" Logan frowned again. He thought Lincoln was strange: "Are you a mutant too?"

"No, I'm not a mutant." Lincoln shook his head: "Mutants have limits, but I don't."

"Okay, another fucking idiot who believes that he is a dick." After hearing this, Logan shrugged and turned to leave, but as soon as he turned around, a helpless expression appeared on his face.

: "Fuck!"

...

The homeless man who fled in a hurry found himself on a street that he had never been to at night before. He was wrapped in wrinkled clothes, his hair was messy, and his eyes were blurry and muddy.

Being stimulated by Lincoln and Logan, he felt a little bad now. When he saw a police car inside, he hurriedly shouted and rushed over: "Help me! Help me!"

The homeless man's voice instantly aroused the police's vigilance. They skillfully grabbed the pistol in their hands, pointed the gun at the homeless man and shouted: "nypd! Put your hands up where I can see them."

, lie down on the ground!”

Bang!

The tramp, whose mind was still a little confused, was firmly pressed to the ground, his cheeks rubbed against the cold ground, and his hands were handcuffed behind his back. The pain finally made his brain wake up for a while: "No! You can't arrest me, I am a victim."

Who!"

"Stop talking!" the New York police officer behind him sneered: "Look at your appearance, I bet you must have taken drugs within half an hour! You are just a lunatic who tried to attack the police!"

tramp:???

Am I fucking sick or am I just impatient? Dare I attack you policemen who can empty their magazines at the slightest disagreement?

The homeless man who was escorted to the police was still working hard: "I admit that I did smoke a little, but it was just some marijuana! Some marijuana! I saw a devil coming out of the fire, and there was a magic weapon between the fingers of both hands.

Guys with those kind of bone knives, they must be mutants!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" A policeman sneered: "You don't take the things in the comics seriously, do you? How can there be mutants in this world?"

The world of X-Men is a special world.

In the Marvel world, there are no Marvel comics, only DC comics; the DC world is just the opposite.

However, in the world of the X-Men, there are comic books about mutants, and they have been published publicly as early as this time and have a lot of readers.

The comics of mutants implant the concept of mutants and their "evil" into the people of this world, thereby becoming an inducement for humans to hate and be hostile to mutants.

But it's too early now.

Not long after the end of World War II, the world was in a state of bipolarity, and people tended to focus more on the two-level struggle for hegemony rather than other aspects.

Coupled with the underdeveloped technology and the scarcity of mutants, even if mutants appeared, they would only be regarded as the hallucinations of some people who read comics and were obsessed with magic.

No one believes that mutants really exist in the world, just like they don't believe that Dr. Manhattan actually exists.

Rather than believing the mutants mentioned by the homeless man, the two policemen were more willing to believe that the guy behind was a madman who was high and ready to attack the police.

The two policemen in front of him didn't believe what he said at all and wanted to take him back to the police station. The homeless man felt a trace of regret in his heart.

If I had known earlier, he shouldn't have come to these unreliable New York police officers.

But now, he has no other way out.

He shouted even louder: "Really, really mutants! I saw it with my own eyes, in Maria's Bar!"

brake!

The moment the homeless man finished speaking, the police car suddenly stopped, and then the two policemen turned to look at him: "Is it the Maria Bar on Blanche Street?"

The homeless man was a little confused and nodded: "Yes, that's it."

As soon as these words came out, the two policemen looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Maria's Bar is a good place to relieve loneliness. There are not only drinks but also women.

As veterans in this area, they already have a good idea of ​​how to manipulate people in bars to have sex for free, and it seems like now is a good opportunity.

Someone called the police near the bar, so of course they had to go there and investigate diligently.

Of course, it is normal to go to the bar to ask someone about the situation. If the bar does not cooperate, it is inevitable to disturb two customers.

Of course, they would rather disturb the dancers in the bar than disturb the customers.

They are all witnesses, regardless of gender!

The two policemen, who spoke righteously and had righteous thoughts, drove towards Maria's Bar.

They originally even wanted to park directly in front of the bar, but in the end, they chose to park on a street a little further away, locked the homeless man in the car and walked over.

Then, two figures, Logan and Lincoln, appeared on the street in the middle of the night, which caught their attention.

One is Logan, a murderous veteran with muscles all over his body, who doesn't look like a good person, and the other is directly a Chinese who was still vaguely ostracized at this time.

This combination directly raised the alert level of the two policemen, and they immediately took out their pistols: "nypd! Put your hands up where I can see them, and lie on the ground! Otherwise I will shoot!"

Opposite them was Logan, who was about to leave, with a look of helplessness on his face.