Unknown location, new hellish shelter.

The New Hell Shelter, an exclusive refuge for demons, is an extremely large and super-giant shelter that the demons spent a lot of money and social connections to build before the apocalypse.

After the Apocalypse Ritual, Heaven and Hell were also devastated, and the two subspaces collapsed, forcing angels and demons to live on earth.

The angels are rigid and inflexible, so they don't have a good time.

But the demons are different, all the elite demons of hell have all been transferred to the new hell shelter, and their overall strength has been preserved.

As for those ordinary demons on the periphery, well, let them die, after all, the space is limited.

Now the New Hell is reopening to the public, and a proclamation has been made on the public communication channel, calling for the demons who are still sane and who have not forgotten their traditions.

But their rivals are just as powerful, and the Infernal Colonies are doing the same, recruiting demons who still have sanity.

Stanley, the king of hell, this group of demons from a parallel world, their king of hell is Stanley's low-grade soul sales clerk? This is really ridiculous, Stanley on his side is not even qualified to enter the shelter!

But you can look down on others, but you can't deny the strength of others, the Hell Colony is now really stealing business with the new Hell, not only to collect demons, but also to trade souls, and directly take away a big piece of the cake.

All in all, plus a post-apocalyptic demon hunter army who sees who fights whom, the three parties are having a lot of fun fighting on the endless ruins of the south.

A middle-aged man in a white suit, with thick, wavy blond hair and a well-groomed beard, walked unhurriedly through the ruins into the subway station.

In the subway station, several demons who were patrolling outside the gate of the shelter immediately spotted the uninvited guest and vigilantly surrounded him in the middle.

"Strange demon, you are not on our invitation list, look at what you are wearing... From a parallel world?"

Well, in the eyes of the creatures on the side of the ruins and the end of the world, the world on Hu Feng's side is a parallel world.

The middle-aged handsome uncle is still smiling, and his eyes habitually maintain a slight squint.

"Inform those inside that a new sheriff is coming to the New Hell, and I, Asmaudius, Prince of Hell, will lead you to grow stronger. ”

The seven demons of the New Hell were stunned when they heard this, and then they all laughed.

"Prince of Hell?This title is really not heard for a long time, only those who fail to run for the king of hell and can't fight back will get this title, why, failed in your world, so you want to come to our side to play prestige? hahaha... ”

"Did you lose to that Stanley over there? Hahahaha, that low-level soul trader, not even qualified to step into a new hell, really... Forehead... ”

Before the demons could finish speaking, they closed their mouths one after another, and their bodies involuntarily floated.

Still smiling, Asmodeus glanced at the struggling demons before snapping his fingers.

Bang bang bang!

The seven demons exploded in an instant, turning into clouds of black powder that slowly drifted away.

"So I'm just preparing for a counterattack right now, you low-IQ things. ”

Dressed in a white suit, Asmo strode into the open door of the vault, where the alarm bells were ringing at the moment.

Asmodeus was a pang of resentment at the mention of Stanley's old bastard, who broke the Helllord's usual campaign rule: strength speaks.

He knew he couldn't beat Asmodeus, so he changed his campaign.

He used the so-called corporatization of business to lure and bribe the demons of hell, promising them a bright future and promising each of them a room to rise.

Under Stanley's rule, hell has fallen, they only know how to make money by opening a company in human society, and they have turned crossroads soul trading into a kind of performance competition.

Its own strength has been infinitely weakened, and the current hell is just a group of maggots who can only play tricks, love pleasure and luxury.

As a traditionalist demon, Asmothy can't tolerate this state of affairs, and he's determined to change that and get hell back on track.

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance before, Stanley's tentacles are everywhere, and the demons of hell have been brainwashed by him, and they are loyal to his way of rule, and they don't have any entry point at all.

The opening of the parallel world allowed Asmodeus to find an opportunity to have a new hell here, and he could control the demons here, and then start a counterattack, so that Stanley's pathetic old bastard could understand whether it was his own strength that mattered or whether it was important not to do his job.

Soon, Hell will return to the orthodoxy of its birth, no more bullshit companies, no more mixing with humans, and no more sales!

In the new hellish shelter, screams are heard endlessly.

Asmothy made his way to the depths, all the demons he encountered along the way were suspended and imprisoned, and he struggled in pain in mid-air in vain.

"Who is the ruler of the new Hell? I, Asmodeus, the Prince of Hell, will immediately participate in the election, there will be no more King of Hell in the future, only the Prince of Hell!"

More and more demons surrendered and succumbed to their painful torment, willing to become the elect and supporters of Asmodeus.

With the Belt and Road Party, the new hell instantly began to collapse from within.

If the demons are united, desperate for losses, and kill Asmodeus with crowd tactics, then this prince of hell will only have to escape.

But demons, everyone knows this creature.

The demons have always been spineless in the fight and civil war within their own clan, and they carry out the idea of who is stronger and who can bring greater benefits to themselves.

Oh, this is not an outsider, he has the ability so he is strong, then he has to be the king of hell, what can we do, we are also desperate!

The demons of Hell in the Ruins Apocalypse still maintain that tradition, which is very different from Stanley's philosophy and thinking of corporatized hell.

In the Overseer's Hall, Asmothy pouted disdainfully as he looked at the strange demon in front of him with a furious face.

"We built the new hell! you don't want to take away our fruits, I am ... ”

"I don't have any interest in your name, look at your skin, fat politician, tsk... It's disgusting to me, you, like Stanley, are the kind of rubbish who only pays lip service and uses your position in human society to woo demons. ”

As he spoke, Asmotai raised his right hand and shook it violently, and the middle-aged Fortune Demon in front of him slowly floated up, without the slightest ability to resist.

"So... Now that the new sheriff is in power, you shitty are all going to die. ”

Bang!

The middle-aged Fortune Demon violently exploded from within, turning into a cloud of black particle smoke.

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