"Arrogant! Who do you think you are? Do you really think that you can become Satan by hugging the beholder's thigh?"
"It's just a hug, who can't do that?"
"A mere lord of the dark dimension, who agrees and who opposes it? How did Dormammu lose to him? Is Dormammu even more idiotic than him?"
"Get down, you don't deserve to sit in Satan's seat!"
"You are dead today. As I said, no one can save you..."
"Who is it? Who cast the illusion on him? Please, please untie it!"
"Forget it, let him go. It would be a pity that such a funny guy died."
"Hahaha, I'm going to die laughing."
"..."
Hearing Russell's declaration that he was going to be Satan, the hell lords were stunned, and then burst into laughter, thinking that Russell had been daydreaming too much, and it was just for bullshit.
Of course, there were some sharp-eyed lords who recognized the Infinity Gauntlet and the six gems dotted on it.
While fearful, their eyes were extremely greedy, and they pretended not to know, blending into the crowd to stir up anger, intending to let the cannon fodder die, while they themselves took advantage.
The folk customs in hell are simple and simple, which can be seen here.
"I see, it was the Infinity Stones that gave you the confidence to challenge Satan's position."
Sithorn nodded, holding six Infinity Stones, he did have this qualification, but it was just a qualification. Neither he nor Cytorak were afraid of the power of the Infinity Stones.
If you want the two of them to give in, just six gems is not enough.
Looking at Schumagorath, who was inseparable from Russell and unwilling to separate for a moment, Sithorne's lips curled up slightly and he secretly said something interesting.
Two multiverse-level guys form an alliance to clear other stumbling blocks before deciding where Satan truly belongs.
Sithorn instantly figured out the sinister intentions of Russell and Shumagoras, glanced slightly, and came into contact with Cytorak who was also looking over, and instantly reached a consensus.
Russell and Shumagoras formed an alliance, and they could naturally form an alliance. In a two-on-two situation, it would be a tie at best, and no one would want to become Satan.
maybe……
Maybe today will be the best opportunity!
Sithorne and Cytorak nodded silently, establishing an unbreakable alliance. After defeating Russell and Shumagoras, Satan was born between the two of them.
"Darkseid, leave the position of Satan. You are qualified to challenge, but you are not yet."
Cytorak was the first to speak out. It was easy to become Satan. Everyone just nodded and approved.
It sounds simple, but because this is hell and the voters are all unruly hell lords, no one has ever succeeded.
"That's right, I...I thought...so too."
Russell stood up, and while struggling to open the tentacles on his body, he asked Xithorn and Cytorak: "Two demons... demon gods, which one of you will do it, be my right... Damn it, there will be a fight soon, can you?" You can’t go down first!!”
"..."xN
Russell tried his best to break free, but Shumagoras couldn't help it.
In the tense and chilling atmosphere, the painting style immediately went off-kilter due to the entanglement between the two chaotic and hilarious characters.
Including Sithorne and Cytorak, all the lords were speechless, thinking that if this could become Satan, then so could they.
Just pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, no one will be the same.
Obviously, the lords haven't seen the truth yet. Some people's style of painting is really sandy, and they are not deliberately pretending to be crazy or stupid.
After some entanglement, Russell finally took off the tentacle pendant before Sithorne and Cytorak were about to leave with grim faces.
He wiped the cold sweat from his head, coughed slightly, and said with a serious face: "Two demon gods, which one of you will be my opponent?"
"..."x2
At this moment, Sithorne and Cytorak didn't want to be too cheap, and they both showed their undisguised disgust.
"Cytorak, let me do it!"
Before Cytorac spoke, Sithorne glanced at him, took a step forward, pointed at Shumagoras and said: "Beholder, the Old One, an ancient existence born from Chaos, I have known him a long time ago. I want to try your strength."
Cytorak: "..."
Shumagoras stretched out his tentacles and tried to continue being friends with Russell, but was mercilessly slapped away. His eyelids drooped, and he stared at Sithorn weakly.
A chaotic and disorderly mental shock extended, and began an invisible confrontation with Sithorn. They are also omnipotent demons. The two are very similar in the focus of using their abilities. They both like to obliterate the opponent's soul and destroy the opponent's spirit. will.
Seeing Shumagoras and Sithorn fighting and paddling blatantly, Russell shrugged his shoulders and faced the reluctant Cytorak.
Russell was very satisfied with Cyttorak as his opponent. It was not that he was being picky, he thought Cyttorak was relatively weak.
There is no doubt about the strength of Crimson BOSS. He is the only one in the multiverse. Counting all the demon gods, he is qualified to compete for the top spot.
But there is a prerequisite, it must be in his own crimson universe.
Leaving there, Cytorak is just a demon with an unknown upper limit and infinite energy, far from being omnipotent.
Moreover, Sithorn is the god of black magic, and Russell thinks that his dark dimension vest will be restrained.
Taken together, Cytorak is more fragrant!
Crackling!
The electric arc spread, white thunder element armor wrapped around his body, and Russell's body rose to three meters...
He raised his head and looked at Cytorac, who was only about five meters tall.
It was obvious that Cytorak had lied about his actual height, and that he was far from that short.
Bang!
There was a loud roar and a shock wave swept down.
The vast energy was immeasurable and flooded the surrounding auditorium with a devastating force. Except for the tattered Satan's throne, which was spotless, the rest were turned upside down.
The onlookers only saw the red and white fists clashing, and knew nothing in the next second. The stronger ones managed to survive serious injuries, and the ones who almost died on the spot, with their ashes not surviving.
Because he is weak, he is not qualified to be promoted.
Knowing that the distance was too close for onlookers, the lords slaughtered the seriously injured people around them and then ran away completely.
Just by looking at the speed, you can tell that this group of people pretend to be weak every day, hiding some strength to some extent.
The camera turned back to the center of the battlefield, where the slender white fist and Kong Wu's powerful red fist collided, weighing heavily, and the winner could not be determined for the moment.
Cyttorak looked surprised, and he made a fist with his other hand and smashed it down. Russell lifted it up with his sharp claws and blocked it.
The two of them were wrestling on the spot, and the red and white rays of light collided with each other, splashing in all directions, rolling like thunder wherever they passed, and causing vast and surging energy fluctuations.
Cytorak put away his surprised look and increased his strength without limit. He pressed down with his hands, pushed Russell's feet to plow the ground, and dragged out two ravines.
In terms of strength, he is obviously better, and it is far from the limit.
Cyttorak smiled ferociously, as if he was mocking Russell for overestimating his own capabilities. The next second, the white light in front of him surged, and the immense force pushed him staggering. He had to take two steps back to stabilize his balance.
At the same time, Russell's body erupted with the power of terrifying thunder, and the overwhelming pressure invaded the surrounding areas.
The hell dimension space was temporarily unable to maintain stability and could not withstand the pressure. It was squeezed into pieces and spread out into a large gray and disorderly void turbulence.
The lightning flashed, and the white light was extremely fast.
Russell's body discharged, lowering his body and rushing out of the chaotic space. His elemental eyes were cold and ruthless, extremely aggressive and aggressive.
The extreme white light tore apart the space, and along the way, it seemed as if the transparent glass had been smashed open. The shattered crystal fragments were scattered like a rain curtain, and huge space cracks continued to spread.
In the blink of an eye, vast power rushed in front of Cytorak.
The air waves are surging and the lightning is endless.
Cytorak vaguely saw the white beam of light slashing towards his neck, like a sharp sword, and hurriedly raised his arm to block.
Bang! !
The Russell man spun in mid-air, and the steel tail hit Setorak steadily in the face. The latter's blocking movement was more than a beat slow, unable to keep up with his fighting rhythm.
boom! boom! boom! boom---
Cytorak's huge body flew sideways. Where it went, the void roared, the space shattered, and pieces of space curtains were shattered.
In the end, it fell directly into the void, and the huge red body disappeared.
Boom!
At the end of the horizon, a huge gap is torn open in space, swallowing up a large area of hell territory in one fell swoop.
Immediately afterwards, like a meteorite hitting the ground, a terrifying mushroom cloud rolled up into the sky.
The shock wave turned into a strong wind and followed closely, crushing the flaming mountains and razing everything in its way to the ground.
With just this blow, countless hellish creatures were crushed and exploded into bloody droplets...
Russell teleported and rushed to the edge of the impact crater.
He aimed at the giant red figure kneeling on one knee, moved at high speed to increase his speed to the limit, and swung his fist straight down on its big face.
Snapped!
The big red hand was raised, like an indestructible sky, firmly catching the white fist.
Cytorak grinned ferociously, stood up slowly with his tall body, and said condescendingly: "Darkseid, right? It's very powerful. That blow just now made me feel the pain I haven't seen for a long time."
Russell's eyes were cold and he didn't say a word. He extended his palm into a knife and stabbed Cytorak straight in the face.
Missing a hit, and seeing that the knife in his hand was tightly grasped by Cytorak, Russell swung his long tail, fell from the sky and hit Cytorak's Tianling Cap.
Snapped!
The sound was loud and clear, and the ground within a radius of thousands of miles instantly shattered. Cyttorak shook his neck, his smile still ferocious.
The Great Demon God has rough skin and thick flesh, and an incredibly iron head.
The red light surged and the terrifying aura soared. Russell closed his fist and tried to leave, but failed to break free from Cytorak's restraints.
The next second, the red headbutt hit straight down. Russell's eyes were blurred, and he looked up at the sky while spinning. The elemental mouth opened wide, and a large amount of white steam floated out.
A little confused.
Cytorak raised his hand to grab Russell's head, lifted it up in the air, clenched his right fist under his abdomen, blasted through the space barrier, and struck Russell in the center of his chest and abdomen.
There was a crunching sound, cracks spread in Russell's elemental coat, bones and tendons were broken inside, and his internal organs were a mess.
"It's a pretty good power, but it's not enough to challenge Satan."
Cytorak added a punch, sending Russell flying into the space crack, and said in a deep voice: "If you are afraid of Sithorne and have reservations and do not want to go all out, I don't mind beating you to death, or... I I can lend you some strength.”
