Outside St. John's Cathedral in New York, a large number of demon clans surrounded from four directions, and they were constantly increasing.

The nocturnal dragon clan guarding the cathedral is seriously under-armed and falls into the dilemma of passive defense.

Although one side represents heaven and the other side represents hell, in terms of appearance, no one will object to saying that they are both from hell.

The nocturnal dragon is a green-faced fanged, gray-covered clay-colored gargoyle, both men and women, young and old, all two meters tall, with a strong physique, big shoulders and a round waist.

The weapons are double-edged axes, single-edged axes, mountain axes, and machetes, and all members take the route of pure masters.

The demon clan is much more elegant.

The whites of the eyes of the lower-level demons are red, and there are black bruises on the neck and face, and at first glance, it looks like an idol who takes the dark wind.

In comparison, the high-level demons were a little miserable, with blue-black folded skin, fangs and claws, and a fight with the nocturnal dragon.

From a distance, it looks like a person, and if you get closer, you will be disgusted by their rich sulfur fragrance.

The leader of the demon clan, Naberus, had not arrived, and it was one of his cronies who was in charge of the battle.

In order to avoid being discovered by Hell, Naberus went deep into Jane, having not participated in the war between the two clans for a long time, which made many nocturnal dragons suspect that he was dead.

As with all wars, war is not an end in itself.

The cathedral contained what Naberius wanted, and he sent a large number of his descendants to his death.

Frankenstein Adam!

An artificial human created by mad scientists two hundred years ago and stitched together from corpses, Naberus saw a miracle in him, not only the creator can create life, but also science.

Naberius wanted to get Adam, crack his source of life out of nothing, and then imitate the army of stitchers to conquer the world.

It's hard to say whether it's true or not, but the demons believe it, and they are inspired by the desire to conquer the world with war, preaching the power of hell and Satan.

The two sides face off along the boundaries of the cathedral, and the demons are outnumbered, putting great pressure on the nocturnal dragons.

The situation is very serious, and Queen Leonora's contact with Heaven has no result, so they can only fight alone.

The strange thing is that in the information-based metropolis of New York, gargoyles are flying all over the sky, pink eye is everywhere, and well-informed reporters did not rush to the scene at the first time.

As the minutes passed, the hands of the bell tower gradually pointed to twelve o'clock in the morning, like the final countdown, and the atmosphere of the war was so solemn that it was impossible to breathe, and it would collapse at any moment.

On the other side, Russell was dressed in a white robe, riding a heavy horse of holy light under his crotch, galloping through the brightly lit streets of New York.

The camera zooms to the top of the tall building, and a white beam of light can be seen speeding down the road, and in the blink of an eye, it flashes to the next street.

Exclamations were repeated, and the vision attracted people to chase after each other, and the camera that luckily captured the white light picture was vaguely a light and shadow silhouette riding a war horse.

Ahead of the cathedral was the location, Russell pulled the reins, his horse under his crotch tore through the wind, his front hooves jumped to the ground, and he galloped along the wall at a 90-degree right angle, and finally stopped at the top of a tall building.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, the war horse snorted and spewed white flames, its front hooves raised high, and Russell on his back waved his hand to pull out a holy light greatsword from the void.

The light flickered away, briefly illuminating the night sky.

Although it was only for a moment, it also attracted the attention of the two clans, and they looked at the tall building in surprise, and felt the pressure of palpitations from the mysterious person who was immediately swordsman.

The nocturnal dragon was both surprised and delighted, happy that the holy light on the mysterious person showed that the comer was a friend rather than an enemy, and was surprised that the holy light was too strong, which made them ashamed of themselves.

Everyone in the demon clan was in danger, and the holy light that was so dense that it materialized made them dare not act rashly, and many demons even suspected that they couldn't even beat that horse.

Russell caught a glimpse of the bell tower about to point to twelve, waiting for the bell to ring and weighing which way to enter was more impressive.

Is it the war horse with wings falling from the sky, or the war horse charging vertically along the wall of the building?

Clang! Clang! Bell ————

The bell rang, Russell shook the reins, and the horse received the command and jumped straight down the building.

After thinking about it for a long time, the explosion is still simple and clear!

At this moment, the familiar time reset struck again, and 24 hours before the time returned, the war of the killing aura disappeared, and both the demon and the nocturnal dragon were gone.

Boom!

Russell let go of his crotch and landed on horseback with his feet, smashing the masonry of the ground with both feet, all the way to his calves.

A cold wind blew, rolling up the white robe and hunting.

"it, my horse!!"

Don't bring such!

Russell threw the sword in his hand angrily, and finally pretended to be forced, and it was over before it started, and the poor landing action made him look like a sand sculpture Deadpool.

"Fortunately, no one saw ......"

Russell glanced at the quiet cathedral, and the light converged back to the back of his right hand and stigmata, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Hey, Elenor?"

"That's right, I'm just so bored and like to talk on the phone while taking a shower...... Don't talk nonsense, I've got soap on the floor, come in and pick it up...... Immediately! Right away! ”

"Nobody is right, teasing you. Now go to the window and see if Li Bao is in the stable on the first floor, and if not, call the police immediately. ”

Hanging up, Russell frowned and pondered, the time was reset back to 24 hours ago, and it also happened at twelve o'clock in the morning, which can be ruled out to be caused by David Rice's telepathic ability.

Reset the time twice in a row in the early hours of the morning, every minute and second, and both went back 24 hours, if David Rice had this ability, the script would be [Time Master] instead of [Psychic Transmitter].

Unfortunately, after experiencing "Horror Cruise", Russell was very repulsive to time loops, and to make matters worse, he didn't know which movie he was involved in time loops.

Whether it's Edge of Tomorrow or Groundhog Day, or the Horror Cruise that still caused his steel wheel to crack.

Russell lit a cigarette, calmly analyzed, and after a little thought, he found that there was no clue, the only good news, there were no disgusting human replicas.

When he is undecided, he consults a professional, Russell rubs his hands and opens the gates of hell, ready to talk to Miss Satan for 24 hours.

Satan is not in the castle, to be precise, the entire castle is gone, only a bare piece of land, which proves that Russell is not in the wrong place.

Russell: (a'′a)

He decided that Miss Satan had encountered a tricky enemy, too strong to resist, and in order to protect herself, she hurriedly shifted her strategy and couldn't even take care of hell.

Regarding the identity of this unknown strong enemy, Russell still has a bit of a B number in his heart.

Dialing the devil's mobile phone, no one answered for a long time, he hung up with a black line on his face, and cursed Satan to be captured by a strong enemy one day, locked in the basement, and his body was full of tragic words.

"Naive, everything will be fine if you move the castle, who to look down on!"

Russell snorted coldly, the kingdom cannot be without a king for a day, hell is no exception, Satan's plaything is demoralized, and he should replace him.

Thundered!!

Intense dark energy soared into the sky, and thunder and lightning swam through the clouds of black smoke, and the roar drowned out the wailing screams of the red abyss.

The body of the demon god stood in the middle of hell with horns on its head, and three pairs of jet-black wings behind it covered the sky and the sun, throwing large expanses of black muddy water.

Russell lifted the Black Flame Greatsword upside down and stabbed into the cracked black continent, and the magical frenzy suddenly expanded, flooding the surrounding area with the momentum of whale swallowing, occupying hell bit by bit, turning it into his ...... Territory.

Drops of black muddy water fell to the ground, turning into a turbulent Black Sea, quickly pouring into the abyssal rift, assimilating the original hellish territory, turning it into a power to accelerate the devouring process.

The speed at which the darkness expanded was incomparably astonishing, and the tidal ocean rolled down, instantly staining a large area of space black.

The territory of hell is infinite, and theoretically it cannot be fully occupied, but the pace of dark expansion cannot be stopped at all, and when the root of hell is eroded by darkness, it will become the same as the dark dimension, and everything is determined by Russell's word.

"I wonder if hell is also in the time loop......

The erosion took too long, and Russell left behind the doppelganger of the Demon God's body, infused the Black Flame Greatsword with dark energy, and returned to the human world in a flash.

……

Sub-Bureau, Director's Office.

Russell held the two files with a painful face, and one telepathically smashed down, fast-forwarding to end the conversation with the director.

He walked out the door with the file, because he didn't know what plot he was involved in, he didn't know how to break the game, he only knew that every morning on time, the world would reset back to the day before.

All of a sudden, I don't want to work hard!

Replace it with someone else, get an infinite reset time, and will definitely desperately do all kinds of waves and enjoy the irresponsible 24 hours.

But Russell had no interest, and with his abilities, even if he was not in the time loop, no one could do anything to him if he was irresponsible, and the time loop would be of no benefit to him.

Because of this chaotic world, Russell couldn't tell whether he actively intervened in the plot or was unfortunately affected by Yuchi.

The former is okay, but the latter is troublesome, such as [Groundhog Day], how to find the male protagonist in the infinite loop, is a big problem.

Russell slowed down the second possibility, considering the first hypothesis first, recalling who and what he met on the first day of the time loop.

The police department, the bank, the school, the teleporter David Rice, the most wanted criminal in the United States, John Townsers, there are no people worth paying attention to.

Russell thought about the problem from a different perspective, and repeated it in two days, and there was only one thing that did not change.

Go to Brooklyn College to capture John Thobers!

"Could it be that this thing is a key person?"

Russell instinctively refuses, and Thorough is a scruffy tramp with neglected long hair and beard, and does not have the appearance that the protagonist should have.

And the setting of a serial murderer is difficult to produce a sense of substitution, with him as the protagonist, the movie will only hit the street.

There was no other option at the moment, Russell pondered for a moment, drove to Brooklyn College, and tried to track down Thombers and what would happen to him.

(End of chapter)