The Demon King Conference was held for a long time, and Russell had enough time to remember the faces of each Hell Lord.
Although the Hell Lords' forms change at any time, no one recognized them from Domaum to Russell, and remembering that they looked very meaningless, this meeting was really boring and he could only use this to pass the time.
I don’t know what the hell lords plan. Everyone expressed their opinions and said that others were not trustworthy, and that they were the only ones for "Satan".
As long as everyone is willing to support him, they can build a big hell family that everyone is equal, and the benefits will be divided together in the future, and the throne will take turns.
Before the wheat was planted, I started drawing cakes!
Not to mention the insidious and cunning Lord of Hell, Cute New Russell, who had just joined the group, would not believe this kind of nonsense.
Almost everyone knows this, but they still talk nonstop. This is not the old lady's foot binding, it is forcibly feeding shit.
Russell was drowsy when he heard this. He wanted to propose a fight several times, and the last one standing was Satan.
After all, it is hell. Being good at eloquence and being able to fool people is just one aspect, and being big fists is more convincing.
But he didn't make this proposal after all. Several unspeakable muscle lords on the table were already asleep. Such a rude man was unwilling to be the first to be a leader. Why did he make things uncomfortable for himself?
It was really boring, Russell could only continue to look at people, just broaden his horizons and study strange species.
After two cycles, Russell basically confirmed his eyes with everyone, except for Saitolak and the other two. In summary, the Hell family is all kind-hearted and looks easy to get along with.
The male hell lord, no matter how tall, fat and thin, has a look: Brother, you look great, you have the chance to come to my house to sit.
The female lord of hell, regardless of whether there is cloth or not, has the same look: handsome guy, you look great and have the chance to come to my house to sit.
No matter whether it is true or false, the key is his attitude, which makes Russell feel that the Lords of Hell are hospitality. Considering that everyone is busy, he will not come to disturb him.
Bang!
A hell lord who pretended to be asleep slammed the table. He tried hard to make himself sleepy, but he had never succeeded. He stood up angry: I can't stand it anymore, I want to go back to my territory, you can continue!
Just when Russell's imagination was opened, the Satan battle was a contest that tested patience. When he was the first to be eliminated, more than a dozen hell lords chose their position. After a moment, more than half of the seats were vacant, and Sethorac and the other two also left.
……
Russell was confused and looked at Mephisto beside him, asking what was the operation.
Everyone wants to be the supreme Satan, over all hell lords, and regain power to become the strongest, but if such a person really appears, others will immediately join forces to tear it apart, so...
Mephisto smiled maliciously: Everyone is waiting for an opportunity to ascend the throne reasonably. Obviously, today is not.
Russell nodded silently when he heard this. The power of the lords of hell was seriously overlapping, and the source of power was human fear. Once Satan ascended the throne, he would harvest all his fears and return to him. The lords of hell would either die or kneel down and lick some leftovers.
The arrogant lords of hell are all the best in the world. How could they kneel down and submit to the trash they look down on. Therefore, the best result is either he becomes Satan himself or there is no Satan.
I can't get it, and no one else can get it!
In fact, today's meeting was very long. Everyone sat for a while before they parted.
Mephisto stared at Russell and laughed: Darkside, do you know why?
Russell raised his eyebrows: Everyone thinks I will become an opportunity because I don’t understand the rules and are new.
That's right, but you disappoint everyone.
It doesn’t matter, brother, you’re satisfied.
Hahaha, that's right, that's it.
The two were smiling. Russell turned his head and found that his third brother Satanish had left. He couldn't help but curl his lips and didn't say hello. He was indeed a brother on the surface.
Satanish should have something urgent, don't take it to heart.Mephisto comforted her and stood up with a smile and left the seat: I happened to have something urgent to do, and I came to my hell another day. I will invite a few like-minded friends, and everyone will sit down and chat slowly.
Mephisto left as soon as he said he could leave. Russell had not left the seat yet. More than ten charming female hell lords, including Hela, came forward enthusiastically, wanting to invite him to sit at home.
There is no other meaning, I just think Russell is very similar to his ex-boyfriend and wants to relive his old dream.
Although the female hell lords had a sincere collar, one more charming and charming, Russell still politely refused. It was not because he admitted defeat, but because of social etiquette that he had to refuse.
If he accepts one of the invitations, what do the other people who are rejected think? Do they want to be face-saving?
Besides, there are many vests from the Hell Lords. Do you know if there is any male demon king involved, or it is safer to refuse.
The dark dimension channel was opened, Russell flashed and disappeared without a trace, and stood up on the galaxy planets in the dark dimension.
The blood moon is in the sky, and the desert is silent. A strong wind blows over, sweeping away sand and dust covering the sky and the sun.
Russell raised his hand and waved it, freezing all things in the world. As his thoughts changed, the vast sandy land changed into waves.
The fascinating power, no wonder everyone wants to become Satan...
Russell looked at the ocean under his feet, and his telepathy was silent. In a blink of an eye, the ocean turned into an ice field, and then turned into a magma red sea.
After a moment, he opened his eyes with a strange look on his face. This world was missing the necessary things.
life!
Unfortunately, Russell does not have the ability to shape the soul. The body can be reorganized with matter, but the soul cannot. As for dividing his own soul...
Absolutely impossible!
The gate of hell opened again, and Russell stepped into it, ready to collect a few souls and experience the greatness of the Creator.
……
The Gate of Hell can only open hell. After the previous Hell Demon King meeting, Russell roughly explored some experiences, such as the dimension of hell opened by the Gate of Hell, which is not only limited to the current universe, but other universes in the Marvel world can also enter.
Because the dimension of hell opposite the door may have a main thing, and when entering, you will deliver vegetables, you must carefully confirm when opening the door, otherwise it will be too late to regret.
Lucky is very good, the first one is the hell dimension of the Lordless. Russell was surprised, after all, his luck has always been average.
If you are too low or a little bit more, your character suddenly explodes and you are really caught off guard.
This is a very special dimension world. There are eight continents from bottom to top, with a total of pyramids shrinking the area layer by layer. The edges of the continent are broken and spreading stones, like a floating asteroid belt.
His eyes leaped over the eighth-level continent, and the void occupied by all directions was 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 has all five internal organs, Russell's body is suspended in the void, flying straight from the first floor at the bottom on the eighth floor, confirming that the dimension world in front of him is worthy of the name of hell.
From the dead and silent sea of scarlet blood at the bottom to the seventh floor of the quiet and light-free dark world, there are yellow sand deserts, abyss canyons, poisonous swamps, hurricane knife mountain, and magma basin, all of which are standard attractions for hell, soaking countless insensitive souls.
These souls have a strong resentment, and I don’t know how many years of hardships they have encountered, so that they found that the aura of the living on Russell were all roaring and venting their resentment and curses.
The powerful resentment made Russell dare not underestimate it. He spread three pairs of black wings behind him and soared to the highest level of the continent.
The sky is dark, and dark clouds are built into pieces, occasionally radiating straight light like a bunch of silk, just like the end of dusk.
It is not sunshine, but the result of the dimensional world simulated the living world, and is regarded as a sad light by Russell!
This is a kind of deception, giving all the dead a glimmer of hope, telling them that as long as they have finished serving their sentences, they can enter heaven and be liberated.
But in fact, this hell dimension has neither an entrance nor an exit.
The fully enclosed dimensional world cuts off all possible contact with the outside world. The soul living here can only cycle through the eight levels of hell, and will never turn over after suffering.
No wonder they are all numb and have such a strong resentment after seeing me...
Russell frowned, and the question is, since it is a completely closed dimensional world, how did these souls come in?
Why don’t the person who sent them in take this dimension for themselves and use it as the basis to invade other dimensions?
Things suddenly became very interesting, but I was not a detective and had no hobby of decryption.
Russell raised his hand and snapped his fingers, opening the space channel of the dark dimension behind him, and the two dimensions established a connection, and dark chains rushed out of the dark dimension, locking the narrow dimension of the eight-story continental hell.
Dimension invasion begins!
The invasion went very smoothly. I confirmed it was a masterless dimension again, or the owner had already hung up. Russell completely relieved and began to check the eighth floor in front of him.
Under the black clouds, the narrow and steep mountain rose up like a sharp sword. Suddenly, a strong wind swayed, echoing between the peaks and mountains, making endless sounds of charge horns, which felt a sense of loneliness and sadness as if "the mountains are thousands of feet high and the mountains are connected to Cangmin".
Desolate and sad, majestic and tragic!
It is impossible to write poems. Russell flapped his wings and soared between the Lijian Mountains. Suddenly, a beam of light hit the ground in the dark clouds, and a large piece of cold light and shadow reflected below.
The light of metal!
Russell raised his brow and flapped his wings toward the flashing spot.
A plain in front of the Sword Canyon, the metal reflecting light is rows of swords inserted in the cracks of the rocks, and there are as many as thousands of them.
Russell frowned slightly, flapping his wings and swept over the white bones under his feet, pulling up the sword closest to him. The cold air of the sword body condensed, and the body of the sword holder rotted, but the sword was still as bright as new, which shows its preciousness.
Lady's short sword, attached to magic...
Russell's eyes swept across the sword body rune, and his eyes were filled with light, which was Asgard's words.
Although the Hell Lords' forms change at any time, no one recognized them from Domaum to Russell, and remembering that they looked very meaningless, this meeting was really boring and he could only use this to pass the time.
I don’t know what the hell lords plan. Everyone expressed their opinions and said that others were not trustworthy, and that they were the only ones for "Satan".
As long as everyone is willing to support him, they can build a big hell family that everyone is equal, and the benefits will be divided together in the future, and the throne will take turns.
Before the wheat was planted, I started drawing cakes!
Not to mention the insidious and cunning Lord of Hell, Cute New Russell, who had just joined the group, would not believe this kind of nonsense.
Almost everyone knows this, but they still talk nonstop. This is not the old lady's foot binding, it is forcibly feeding shit.
Russell was drowsy when he heard this. He wanted to propose a fight several times, and the last one standing was Satan.
After all, it is hell. Being good at eloquence and being able to fool people is just one aspect, and being big fists is more convincing.
But he didn't make this proposal after all. Several unspeakable muscle lords on the table were already asleep. Such a rude man was unwilling to be the first to be a leader. Why did he make things uncomfortable for himself?
It was really boring, Russell could only continue to look at people, just broaden his horizons and study strange species.
After two cycles, Russell basically confirmed his eyes with everyone, except for Saitolak and the other two. In summary, the Hell family is all kind-hearted and looks easy to get along with.
The male hell lord, no matter how tall, fat and thin, has a look: Brother, you look great, you have the chance to come to my house to sit.
The female lord of hell, regardless of whether there is cloth or not, has the same look: handsome guy, you look great and have the chance to come to my house to sit.
No matter whether it is true or false, the key is his attitude, which makes Russell feel that the Lords of Hell are hospitality. Considering that everyone is busy, he will not come to disturb him.
Bang!
A hell lord who pretended to be asleep slammed the table. He tried hard to make himself sleepy, but he had never succeeded. He stood up angry: I can't stand it anymore, I want to go back to my territory, you can continue!
Just when Russell's imagination was opened, the Satan battle was a contest that tested patience. When he was the first to be eliminated, more than a dozen hell lords chose their position. After a moment, more than half of the seats were vacant, and Sethorac and the other two also left.
……
Russell was confused and looked at Mephisto beside him, asking what was the operation.
Everyone wants to be the supreme Satan, over all hell lords, and regain power to become the strongest, but if such a person really appears, others will immediately join forces to tear it apart, so...
Mephisto smiled maliciously: Everyone is waiting for an opportunity to ascend the throne reasonably. Obviously, today is not.
Russell nodded silently when he heard this. The power of the lords of hell was seriously overlapping, and the source of power was human fear. Once Satan ascended the throne, he would harvest all his fears and return to him. The lords of hell would either die or kneel down and lick some leftovers.
The arrogant lords of hell are all the best in the world. How could they kneel down and submit to the trash they look down on. Therefore, the best result is either he becomes Satan himself or there is no Satan.
I can't get it, and no one else can get it!
In fact, today's meeting was very long. Everyone sat for a while before they parted.
Mephisto stared at Russell and laughed: Darkside, do you know why?
Russell raised his eyebrows: Everyone thinks I will become an opportunity because I don’t understand the rules and are new.
That's right, but you disappoint everyone.
It doesn’t matter, brother, you’re satisfied.
Hahaha, that's right, that's it.
The two were smiling. Russell turned his head and found that his third brother Satanish had left. He couldn't help but curl his lips and didn't say hello. He was indeed a brother on the surface.
Satanish should have something urgent, don't take it to heart.Mephisto comforted her and stood up with a smile and left the seat: I happened to have something urgent to do, and I came to my hell another day. I will invite a few like-minded friends, and everyone will sit down and chat slowly.
Mephisto left as soon as he said he could leave. Russell had not left the seat yet. More than ten charming female hell lords, including Hela, came forward enthusiastically, wanting to invite him to sit at home.
There is no other meaning, I just think Russell is very similar to his ex-boyfriend and wants to relive his old dream.
Although the female hell lords had a sincere collar, one more charming and charming, Russell still politely refused. It was not because he admitted defeat, but because of social etiquette that he had to refuse.
If he accepts one of the invitations, what do the other people who are rejected think? Do they want to be face-saving?
Besides, there are many vests from the Hell Lords. Do you know if there is any male demon king involved, or it is safer to refuse.
The dark dimension channel was opened, Russell flashed and disappeared without a trace, and stood up on the galaxy planets in the dark dimension.
The blood moon is in the sky, and the desert is silent. A strong wind blows over, sweeping away sand and dust covering the sky and the sun.
Russell raised his hand and waved it, freezing all things in the world. As his thoughts changed, the vast sandy land changed into waves.
The fascinating power, no wonder everyone wants to become Satan...
Russell looked at the ocean under his feet, and his telepathy was silent. In a blink of an eye, the ocean turned into an ice field, and then turned into a magma red sea.
After a moment, he opened his eyes with a strange look on his face. This world was missing the necessary things.
life!
Unfortunately, Russell does not have the ability to shape the soul. The body can be reorganized with matter, but the soul cannot. As for dividing his own soul...
Absolutely impossible!
The gate of hell opened again, and Russell stepped into it, ready to collect a few souls and experience the greatness of the Creator.
……
The Gate of Hell can only open hell. After the previous Hell Demon King meeting, Russell roughly explored some experiences, such as the dimension of hell opened by the Gate of Hell, which is not only limited to the current universe, but other universes in the Marvel world can also enter.
Because the dimension of hell opposite the door may have a main thing, and when entering, you will deliver vegetables, you must carefully confirm when opening the door, otherwise it will be too late to regret.
Lucky is very good, the first one is the hell dimension of the Lordless. Russell was surprised, after all, his luck has always been average.
If you are too low or a little bit more, your character suddenly explodes and you are really caught off guard.
This is a very special dimension world. There are eight continents from bottom to top, with a total of pyramids shrinking the area layer by layer. The edges of the continent are broken and spreading stones, like a floating asteroid belt.
His eyes leaped over the eighth-level continent, and the void occupied by all directions was 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 has all five internal organs, Russell's body is suspended in the void, flying straight from the first floor at the bottom on the eighth floor, confirming that the dimension world in front of him is worthy of the name of hell.
From the dead and silent sea of scarlet blood at the bottom to the seventh floor of the quiet and light-free dark world, there are yellow sand deserts, abyss canyons, poisonous swamps, hurricane knife mountain, and magma basin, all of which are standard attractions for hell, soaking countless insensitive souls.
These souls have a strong resentment, and I don’t know how many years of hardships they have encountered, so that they found that the aura of the living on Russell were all roaring and venting their resentment and curses.
The powerful resentment made Russell dare not underestimate it. He spread three pairs of black wings behind him and soared to the highest level of the continent.
The sky is dark, and dark clouds are built into pieces, occasionally radiating straight light like a bunch of silk, just like the end of dusk.
It is not sunshine, but the result of the dimensional world simulated the living world, and is regarded as a sad light by Russell!
This is a kind of deception, giving all the dead a glimmer of hope, telling them that as long as they have finished serving their sentences, they can enter heaven and be liberated.
But in fact, this hell dimension has neither an entrance nor an exit.
The fully enclosed dimensional world cuts off all possible contact with the outside world. The soul living here can only cycle through the eight levels of hell, and will never turn over after suffering.
No wonder they are all numb and have such a strong resentment after seeing me...
Russell frowned, and the question is, since it is a completely closed dimensional world, how did these souls come in?
Why don’t the person who sent them in take this dimension for themselves and use it as the basis to invade other dimensions?
Things suddenly became very interesting, but I was not a detective and had no hobby of decryption.
Russell raised his hand and snapped his fingers, opening the space channel of the dark dimension behind him, and the two dimensions established a connection, and dark chains rushed out of the dark dimension, locking the narrow dimension of the eight-story continental hell.
Dimension invasion begins!
The invasion went very smoothly. I confirmed it was a masterless dimension again, or the owner had already hung up. Russell completely relieved and began to check the eighth floor in front of him.
Under the black clouds, the narrow and steep mountain rose up like a sharp sword. Suddenly, a strong wind swayed, echoing between the peaks and mountains, making endless sounds of charge horns, which felt a sense of loneliness and sadness as if "the mountains are thousands of feet high and the mountains are connected to Cangmin".
Desolate and sad, majestic and tragic!
It is impossible to write poems. Russell flapped his wings and soared between the Lijian Mountains. Suddenly, a beam of light hit the ground in the dark clouds, and a large piece of cold light and shadow reflected below.
The light of metal!
Russell raised his brow and flapped his wings toward the flashing spot.
A plain in front of the Sword Canyon, the metal reflecting light is rows of swords inserted in the cracks of the rocks, and there are as many as thousands of them.
Russell frowned slightly, flapping his wings and swept over the white bones under his feet, pulling up the sword closest to him. The cold air of the sword body condensed, and the body of the sword holder rotted, but the sword was still as bright as new, which shows its preciousness.
Lady's short sword, attached to magic...
Russell's eyes swept across the sword body rune, and his eyes were filled with light, which was Asgard's words.
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