As the blue portal lit up, Wang Dali took Catherine, Naughty and Mindy, and the four of them appeared in the golden council hall of the Human Rights Council.

The senior members of the Human Rights Council who were present recognized at a glance the person they had made the focus of their attention.

"You're a mighty king!"

"Wang Dali?!"

The president on the throne gently stretched out his hand and motioned for everyone to be calm. Dressed in a white robe in the style of a priest, he sat on his seat and asked Wang Dali with an expressionless face.

"What are you doing here?"

But Wang Dali did not answer the president's question. He glanced at the guild leader's heel, and his eyes were filled with a disdainful sneer.

"It's ridiculous that the president of the Human Rights Council, the leader of a group of human supremacists, is not human."

But as soon as he said this, not only did his face not change, but even the rest of the high-level officials did not have any expression fluctuations.

"My body is no longer human, but my soul is. It's a secret that all of you here know. ”

However, Wang Dali clearly saw that among the soul of the president, who was about to decay, there was a connection in the core part that went deep into the ground, through the void and into hell, and was held in the hands of a fallen angel wearing six huge golden white wings.

Not all angels have white or gold wings, and not all fallen angels have purple or black wings. The color of angels' wings is not directly related to whether they have fallen or not, but rather to the power held by angels.

Wang Dali, who had made up for the 'common sense' of this world from Man, recognized the identity of the other party at a glance.

"Lucifer's lackeys dare to bark at me. Do you think you are stronger than Mephitos? ”

"Murphytos?"

For some reason, the president had a faint premonition.

Sensing the change in his face, Wang Dali smiled meaningfully.

"Oh? It seems that you acted on your own initiative this time, and you did not tell your master. ”

"But yes. If Lucifer knew that you were working against me, he would have made amends to me at once. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Dali's face showed a little expression.

"People who are powerful enough in this universe know that I exist, but you self-righteous guys who can't even do it with Shattered Star don't know anything about my true strength. This is also the so-called temple demon wind, shallow water king eight more. ”

"I think you're crazy, talking nonsense here!"

The chairman didn't want to argue with Wang Dali without any objections, so he simply tore off his priest's robe and planned to take action himself.

Like his wrinkled and speckled face, his body was thin and thin, almost like a skeleton.

"Is the president going to take action himself?"

Seeing this move of the other party, almost all the high-level leaders of the Human Rights Council were relieved. In terms of combat effectiveness, this president is the highest among them, otherwise it would be impossible to gather this group of heavenly bosses, earth elders, and my third guys together.

Not even if his name is George Washington.

"If it's just human supremacy, I wouldn't do anything to you. It's just too much to wipe out all the other aliens. ”

Skipping over the senior management of the Human Rights Council, who had the confidence of the mystery, Wang Dali asked George Washington, who had taken refuge in Lucifer after his death.

"Are you going to kill more than eighty percent of the world's humans?"

"Why not?"

George Washington's body exuded a faint black aura. The black qi was like a sponge that filled his thin body, supporting the thin body little by little.

In just a few seconds, his massive body was on par with the Hulk. From the neck down, he was pitch black, shining like metal.

"Billions of souls, does Lucifer have such a big appetite? Be careful not to blow up hell! ”

"You don't need to think about it!"

Washington, who had completed his transition from white to black, roared and punched Wang. His punch was definitely faster than the speed of sound, and the air was torn apart with a sound similar to 'Woooooo'.

Other HRC leaders have no intention of letting Washington fight alone. Lord Man stretched out his hands to the king vigorously, and the rings on his ten fingers began to glow. A layer of frost quickly froze under his feet, and at the same time, a twisting force appeared directly from Wang Dali's body, wanting to attack his internal organs.

The bald man in a Nazi uniform slit his wrist, and blood flowed as if he didn't want money. But the blood did not flow downward, but formed a summoning circle on the ground according to a mysterious trajectory.

Several deteriorated Cerberus emerged from the magic circle, with gray, steel-like skin, strong muscles, massive claws, and a plethora of terrifying fangs.

Fishy saliva dripped from their mouths, and at the command of the bald man, he rushed towards the king.

Jin He raised the scepter in his hand and shot a blue laser at the king; The Italian mafia also took out a huge modified hand cannon and aimed it at Wang and vigorously pulled the trigger.

What was shot out of this cannon was not a gunpowder weapon in the ordinary sense, but a black thumb-thick pillar of light. From above, Wang Dali felt the power of the curse.

"You don't have to do anything."

Wang Dali blocked Washington's cannonball-like fist with one hand, and let out a thud, as if he had hit the leather with a heavy hammer.

Then the attacks of the others came to him one after another, but they were like mud cattle into the sea, and they did nothing but destroy his clothes.

Even, Wang Dali still had the leisure to shake his head at the three Catherines who were preparing to fight, and said.

"A bunch of dirty chickens and dogs, no need to waste time on them. Watch me do it quickly. ”

Wang Dali's right hand twisted, and the muscles on Washington's right arm shattered inch by inch, and the severe pain made him let out an earth-shattering scream, and at the same time, his left hand clenched his fist at Wang Dali's head, like a bomber hammered down.

Wang vigorously shook again, shaking away the power gathered in Washington's body. He then used them as weapons to throw at the three Cerberus that were rushing at him, flipping two of them on their backs.

"Flames!"

Finding that his attacks didn't work, Lord Manman manipulated the power of the other rings. A flame of up to Celsius enveloped the king, trying to melt him like a piece of steel.

In the raging flames, Wang Dali was not damaged at all. At this time, he was entangled in flames, like a god of fire descending to earth, and his power was amazing.

Wang vigorously raised his fist, and the muscles of his waist, chest, shoulders, and hands were all at the same time, and swung at the deteriorated Cerberus that had already rushed in front of him.

"Hercules Fist Third Form!"