The Demon King meeting had been going on for a long time, long enough for Russell to have enough time to remember the faces of each Hell Lord.

Although the forms of the Lords of Hell can be changed, from Dormammu to Russell, no one recognizes them, and it doesn't make much sense to remember what they look like, but this meeting is so boring that he can only use it to pass the time.

I don't know what the hell lords are planning to do, but everyone has their own opinions, saying that others are not trustworthy, and that they are the only ones who are the best choice for 'Satan'.

As long as everyone is willing to support his ascension, a hellish family of all equals will be established, and the benefits will be shared in the future, and the throne will be seated in turn.

Before the wheat was planted, the pie was drawn!

This kind of, not to mention the sinister and cunning Hell Lord, the budding Russell who has just joined the group doesn't believe it.

Almost everyone knows this, but they still babble endlessly, this is not an old lady's footcloth, this is forcibly feeding.

Russell dozed off and tried to propose a fight several times, but the last one standing was Satan.

After all, it's hell, and being eloquent and fooling people is only one aspect, and a big fist is more convincing.

But he didn't make this proposal after all, there were several muscle lords at the table who were not good at words, and they didn't want to be the first bird, so why did he bother to make himself uncomfortable.

It's really boring, Russell can only continue to look at people, so he should broaden his horizons and study strange species.

After two cycles, Russell basically confirmed his eyes with everyone, except for the three of Setolak, and in summary, everyone in the hell family is kind and kind, and they all look very good to get along with.

The male Hell Lord, no matter tall, short, fat or thin, has one look: Brother, you look great, you have a chance to come to my house to sit.

The female Hell Lord, whether she has cloth on her body or not, has the same look: Handsome guy, you look great, you have the opportunity to come to my house to sit.

Whether it's true or not, the key is attitude, so that Russell intuitively feels that the hell lords are hospitable, and considering that everyone is busy, he won't come to bother.

Boom!

A hell lord who pretended to be asleep slapped the table and got up, he tried to make himself very sleepy, but he never succeeded, and stood up angrily: "I can't stand it anymore, I want to go back to my territory, you can continue!" ”

Just when Russell's brain opened up, the battle between Satan was a battle of patience, and when the first could not bear to be eliminated, more than a dozen hell lords chose a position, and after a while, more than half of the seats were vacant, and the three of them also threw away.

“……”

Russell was stunned, looked at Mephisto beside him suspiciously, and asked what the operation was.

"Everyone wants to be the supreme Satan, above all the lords of hell, to take back the power and 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, a reasonable opportunity to ascend to the throne, obviously, not today." ”

Russell nodded silently when he heard this, the authority of the lords of hell overlapped seriously, and the source of power was the fear of humans, once Satan ascended the throne, he would reap all the fears for himself, and the lords of hell would either die or kneel and lick some leftovers.

The arrogant lords of hell, all of whom are the best in the world, are willing to bow down to the despised trash, so the best outcome is either he becomes Satan himself, or there is no Satan.

I can't get it, and no one else can think of it!

"Actually, today's meeting is quite long, and everyone used to sit for a while and then disperse."

Mephisto stared at Russell and smiled, "Darkseid, do you know why?" ”

Russell raised his eyebrows: "Everyone thinks that I will be an opportunity, because I don't understand the rules and am new." ”

"That's right, but you've let everyone down."

"It's okay, big brother, as long as you're satisfied."

"Hahaha, yes, that's it."

The two were laughing, Russell turned his head to look, and found that the third brother Satannish had left, he couldn't help but pout, and he didn't say hello, sure enough, it was a surface brother.

"Satanysh should be in a hurry, don't take it personally." Mephisto comforted, got up and left the table with a smile: "It just so happens that I am also in a bit of a hurry, come to my hell another day, I will meet a few like-minded friends, and everyone will sit down and talk slowly." ”

Mephisto said that he would leave, and before Russell had left the table, more than ten bewitching female helllords, including Hela, enthusiastically stepped forward and wanted to invite him to sit at home.

I don't mean anything else, I just think Russell is very similar to his ex-boyfriend, and I want to relive my old dreams.

Although the necklines of the female helllords were very sincere, each more enchanting than the other, Russell politely refused, not because he confessed, but because social etiquette required him to refuse.

If he accepts one of the invitations, what do the other people who rejected think, do they lose face?

Besides, the hell lords have a lot of vests, and the ghost knows if they have mixed in with the male demon king, so it's safer to refuse.

The dark dimension passage opened, and Russell disappeared without a trace, appearing on the galaxy planets of the dark dimension.

The blood moon was in the sky, and the desert was silent, and a fierce wind swept in, sweeping the sand and dust to obscure the sky and the sun.

Russell raised his hand and waved, freezing everything in the world to be still, and as the thought in his heart turned, in an instant, the vast sand turned into a choppy sea.

"Mesmerizing power, no wonder everyone wants to be Satan......"

Russell glanced at the ocean at his feet, and telepathically fell silent in it, and in the blink of an eye, the ocean turned into an ice field, and in an instant, it turned into a red sea of magma.

After a moment, he opened his eyes with a strange look on his face, and the world was missing what was necessary.

Life!

Unfortunately, Russell did not have the ability to shape the soul, ** could be reconstituted with matter, but not the soul, as for splitting his own soul......

When pigs fly!

The gates of hell open again, and Russell steps into them, ready to gather a few souls and experience the greatness of the Creator.

……

The Gates of Hell can only open Hell, and after the previous meeting of the Demon Kings of Hell, Russell roughly figured out some experiences, such as the Hell dimension opened by the Gates of Hell, which is not only limited to the current universe, but also other universes in the Marvel world.

Because the hell dimension opposite the door may be a master's thing, and entering it is to deliver food, so you must confirm it carefully when you open the door, otherwise it will be too late to regret it.

Luck is good, the first one is the ownerless hell dimension, Russell was surprised, after all, his luck has always been average.

Medium to low, or a little more biased, the cold character outbreak, really caught off guard.

This is a very special dimensional world, with a total of eight layers of continents from the bottom to the top, shrinking in size like a pyramid, and the edges of the continents are broken and spread out of stones, like a suspended asteroid belt.

Jumping across the eight-layer continent, the void occupied in 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 was small and had all the internal organs, Russell's body was suspended in the void, and he flew straight from the first layer at the bottom to the eighth layer, confirming that the dimensional world in front of him was worthy of the name of hell.

From the dead and silent sea of scarlet blood at the bottom, to the dark world of the seventh layer, interspersed with yellow sand deserts, abyssal canyons, poisonous swamps, hurricane knife mountains, and magma basins, all of which are standard attractions in hell, soaked in countless insensitive souls.

These souls were full of resentment, and they didn't know how many years of suffering they had encountered, so that when they found the breath of the living on Russell's body, they all roared and vented their resentful curses.

The powerful resentment made Russell dare not underestimate it, and three pairs of black wings opened behind his back, soaring to the top of the continent.

The sky was dark, and the blackened clouds were built into blocks, occasionally sprinkling straight light like silk tows, as if the end of the twilight was coming.

It is not sunlight, but the result of the dimensional world simulating the world of the living, which Russell regarded as a sad light!

It is a deception that gives all the souls of the dead a glimmer of hope that they will be freed from heaven once they have served their sentences.

But in fact, there is neither an entrance nor an exit to this infernal dimension.

The fully enclosed dimensional world cuts off all possibilities of contact with the outside world, and the souls living here can only cycle back and forth in the eight layers of hell, suffering from torture and never turning over.

"No wonder they are insensitive, and they are so resentful when they see me......"

Russell's brows furrowed, the question is, since it is a fully enclosed dimensional world, how did these souls get in?

Why don't the people who sent them in take this dimension for themselves and use it as a foundation to encroach on other dimensions?

"Things are suddenly interesting, but I'm not a detective and don't have a hobby of decryption."

Russell raised his hand and snapped his fingers, opening the spatial passage of the dark dimension behind his back, and the two dimensions were connected, and one after another pitch-black chains pounced out of the dark dimension, locking the narrow dimension of the eight-layer continental hell.

Dimensional Invasion, Begin!

The invasion went very smoothly, and it was confirmed that it was an ownerless dimension, or that the owner had hung up, Russell completely relieved his mind and began to check the eighth layer in front of him.

Under the black clouds, the narrow and steep mountain rises like a sword, and suddenly a violent wind rolls in, echoing between the peaks and peaks, and the sound of the charging horn is endless, which is quite a sense of loneliness and pathos of 'the mountains and thousands of people'.

Gloomy and miserable, majestic and tragic!

It is impossible to compose poetry, Russell fluttered his wings and soared between the sword mountains, and suddenly a beam of light shuttled through the clouds and landed, reflecting a large area of cold light and shadow below.

The glow of metal!

Russell raised his eyebrows and flapped his wings to land towards the shining spot.

A plain in front of the Sword Canyon, the metal that reflected the light was rows of swords stuck upside down in the cracks of the stones, and there were thousands of them as far as the eye could see.

Russell frowned slightly, flapped his wings and swept the white bones under his feet, and pulled up the sword closest to him, the cold air of the sword body condensed, the body of the sword bearer was decayed, but the sword was still as bright as new, which showed its preciousness.

"Lady's dagger with a magical ...... attached"

Russell's eyes swept over the runes on the sword body, and the light in his eyes skyrocketed, it was Asgardian's words.