The monarch of every hell dimension and every powerful demon longs to become Satan, the supreme being who rules over all hells.
Satan is a legend.
Satan is a legend that has never been realized, never achieved.
The authority held by Satan is at the same level as the four great creator gods.
Becoming Satan is rooted in the heart of every latitude monarch. Becoming Satan is the dream of every latitude monarch. Even if it is as powerful as Cytorak or as dark as Dormammu, it cannot be avoided.
The goal is the same, the difference is the path to the goal.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
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A deafening roar suddenly sounded.
A shocking huge thunder streaked across the sky of the Crimson Hell, and then, a huge gap opened in the bloody sky.
Through the gap, you can see six terrifying figures exuding powerful aura.
Fire, raging and blazing flames ignited from the blood-colored sky, and a long river of flame hung in the sky of the crimson hell.
"Wow!"
A flaming head with a pair of huge goat horns on its head emerged from the river of flames.
This flame head is extremely huge, like a mountain.
Among the Lords of Hell, there is only one person with such a huge body, the flame giant Surt.
"Roar!"
The flame giant Surte roared, and the thick tendons on his arms were tangled together and intertwined, like fierce horned dragons, and endless power gathered in his hands.
Surte raised his hands high and fiercely tore the bloody sky in front of him, and a vast and vast portal suddenly appeared in the crimson hell.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Surte dragged his heavy body and slowly stepped into the crimson hell. The raging and burning flames on his body fell crazily with every step he took.
The crimson earth cracked and changed shape, and boiling magma flowed out of the furrowed skin.
Surt came to the bronze round table, took a look at the eternal throne that belonged to him, and shook his head.
He stood up straight, raised his strong hands, and tore off a star from the bloody sky.
Surte placed the star on the ground to serve as his seat, and his huge body slowly sat down, causing smoke to cover the sky and the sun.
Surt looked at the ant-sized Cytorak and Dormammu at his feet, his eyes full of madness: "It's been a long time since I heard the sound of the Hell's Bell, this must be a crazy war!"
"War! Destruction! Fire! Blood!"
"I really want to join the battle right away. I've been looking forward to this day for a long time!"
"War, killing and fire are the most interesting things in the world!"
"Cytorak, tell me! Who is our enemy? The flames on my body can no longer be suppressed. They want to devour blood and life..."
After hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Cytorak's mouth, and he said slowly: "Surte, you still stick to your true heart and your original intention as before."
"Surter, I can feel the flames on your body burning fiercely. It is brewing in your body. This is the second rebirth given to you by the eternal hell. A new eternal fire is about to appear!"
"Hahaha..." Surt heard this and laughed: "Cytorak, you are right, a new eternal fire is brewing in my body, and it is only one chance away from being successfully born."
"Both it and I need a battle, a crazy battle! Only the flame born in the battle is the most powerful flame!"
Cytorak nodded and said: "Surter, it seems that a new eternal fire will be born soon, and war is on the way."
"Surter, our enemy this time is the Ancient One! This is an Ancient One we have never seen before! This is
An extremely powerful Ancient One! "
"Of course, this is also a crazy war, this is also a carnival that belongs to the devil, a carnival that belongs to the monarch of hell!"
"We will sink Kama Taj like we did the last time we invaded heaven, kill all the mages in the world, bake the Supreme Ancient One among the mages in the fire, and eat and devour her body together."
"This is a feast from hell..."
"Hahaha..." Surte's eyes became more and more crazy, and he roared with great excitement from his throat: "Okay, this is really great, it's time to take revenge on Ancient One, it's time to take revenge on this world !」
"The Ancient One is dead, Odin is next!"
Surte's breathing became rapid, and his heart beat wildly. The sound of his heart beat was like a dull and powerful thunder.
Surte clenched his fists and fell into great excitement. Endless flames rolled crazily on his body.
He was looking forward to this war extremely. The more fighting spirit he had in his heart, the hotter the eternal fire would be and the stronger it would be.
"boom!"
A turquoise light suddenly emerged, whistling like a violent wind, sweeping across the entire sky, and instantly infected half of the bloody sky.
Hela, the goddess of death, slowly sat down, her slender legs slightly overlapping, showing off her proud figure.
A head of beautiful black hair flows freely without wind, and Bai Jiu's face is full of coldness and inhumanity.
Like Manzhushahua blooming in hell, it exudes a beautiful, arrogant and deadly aura.
Hela raised her eyebrows, glanced at Cytorak very coldly, then raised her head to look at Surte, who was as tall as the Optimus Pillar, and asked slowly in a low voice: "Giant, your eternal fire Have you recovered?"
"Can your flames burn the entire Nine Realms to ashes! Burn them to nothing!"
"On my road to revenge, I need a crazy flame, a flame that burns everything. Only in that way can I vent the anger and resentment in my heart!"
Surte nodded and smiled: "Hela, with my current strength, I can take revenge on Odin at any time, but our latitude is not adjacent to the Atrium."
[In view of the general environment,
"After Odin used the divine spear Gunnir to divide the nine realms, he used Odin's power to position my Muspelheim and your Niflheim at the farthest positions from the atrium."
"And he also set up a very powerful sealing magic. This magic was jointly set up by Emperor Weishan, Odin and Ancient One, which cut off our communication with the atrium and all the ways we can enter the atrium."
"Surter, prepare your Sword of Twilight!" After hearing this, Hela looked cold and said slowly in a low voice: "Odin, he is old. His body is getting weaker and weaker. He cannot withstand the powerful power of Odin in his body."
"The seal that blocks us will become weaker and weaker. The day I break through the seal, Asgard will be destroyed!"
"At that time, I want to see your fire that can set off the whole world!"
Hela slowly sat on the throne, clenched her fists tightly, and exuded a powerful aura.
Odin!
Damn it!
"Hahaha..." Surt heard this and laughed: "Hela, the most wrong thing Odin did in his life was to expel you from Asgard and change you from a god to a god. Became a devil."
Dormammu, who heard the conversation between Hela and Surte, blinked his scarlet eyes and said, "Hela, Surte, as long as you kill Ancient One, the magic will be ineffective."
"The essence of that sealing magic is balance. There is a delicate balance between white magic, black magic and rune magic..."
"Killing Ancient One, the black magic in the sealing magic will disappear...the seal will also be opened. I think we can definitely join forces."
"First kill the Ancient One, destroy Kama Taj, and kill everyone in the world.
The mage then overthrew Asgard, destroyed the Aesir pantheon, and beheaded Odin..."
"From now on, we, the Demon God of Latitude, will rule over everything!"
Dormammu paused and continued: "The last time Lucifer rang the Bell of Fall, our ten major latitude demons went to heaven, destroyed God Jehovah, and slaughtered the angel pantheon."
"Our deeds have become legends, resounding throughout the multiverse. The last time we were not as powerful as we are now."
"This time Cytorak has sounded the Crimson Bell, and our strength has reached its peak. As long as we work together, just like last time, nothing can stop us!"
"Settorak, Hela, Surt, what do you think of my idea?"
Hela heard the words and did not answer.
Hela would rather believe that Mephisto would become Satan, but she definitely did not believe that Dormammu would be so kind.
What is Dormammu planning secretly?
A glint flashed in the corner of Hela's eyes.
"Dormammu, are you so kind? Who are you kidding?"
"Even a single-celled creature without a brain would not believe what you say..."
"You are just a piece of shit who stole the power of the Dark Dimension through dirty means!"
"You are just a human woman without any demon blood in your body!"
"Who are you? How dare you participate in a demon convention!"
"I really don't know how a guy who has been beaten by Gu Yi all day can have the nerve to say that he is the second strongest person in hell?"
A joking voice sounded.
The voice was full of sarcasm, disdain, sarcasm and ridicule.
Upon hearing this, Dormammu's black magic energy surged crazily in his body. He roared filial piety to the sky with great anger: "Satanish! I'm going to kill you!"
"boom!"
Accompanied by the violent winter wind, azure blue ice and snow came crashing in, instantly turning the entire world into a clear blue crystal.
And with it came the cold.
It was like a bone-piercing knife cutting flesh, bringing endless pain.
This pain comes from the depths of my heart, from the depths of my soul.
The ice and snow dissipated.
An extremely ugly figure sat on the azure throne.
He has two faces, one on the face and one on the belly. There is a pair of huge goat horns on the top of his head. His skin is green, resembling a standing green-skinned lizard.
Satanis slumped on the azure throne, stretched out his paws to rub his belly, looked at Dormammu with great disdain, and mocked: "You, Dormammu, also want to kill me? What are you using to kill me?"
"Use your incomplete black magic? Tsk tsk tsk... This is really ridiculous. A great being who calls himself the god of black magic has his authority and power stolen by a mortal."
"Dormammu, I'm just lying here. Come on, let me see how you kill me?"
"To be honest, I, Satanish, am really looking forward to death. I have become one with the entire Blue Hell and am immortal."
"Satanish, being immortal does not mean that you will not be sealed... I really have no way to kill you now, but I can use black magic to seal you!"
"Satanish, learn the power of black magic. Don't offend anyone, but don't offend the master of the magic field!"
Dormammu's scarlet eyes are full of anger, more and more black energy is leaking from his body, and the dark latitude is rushing towards the crimson hell.
"Hahaha, it's so lively! It's such a good show. Dormammu, you must seal Satanish away. I've been craving his blue hell for a long time."
A disgusting voice suddenly sounded.
Then, above the bloody sky, a strange black meteor streaked across the sky.
A pattering of black rain began to fall from the sky. The black rain fell on the crimson ground, corroding huge potholes.
The smell of pungent, dirty,
A foul, disgusting smell that makes you retching.
A disgusting figure sat on the Blood Throne.
His face was pale, with sharp teeth in his mouth, black blood flowing all over his body, a pair of purple goat horns on his head, and a pair of green bat wings covered with mucus on his back.
It is none other than the Lord of Blood Hell, Olivier.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
"Hahaha..." Olivier licked his lips, and yellow saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. He clapped hard and laughed: "Dormammu, hurry up, seal this damn Satanish !」
"Olivier, shut up! Do you want to try what it feels like to be burned by fire?"
Soult stretched out a hand and pinched his nose, watching Olivier roaring filial piety with great anger.
"Olivier!"
Hela gritted her teeth and trembled with anger!
"Ouch! Olivier, don't call my name!"
Dormammu made a disgusting sound of retching, and being called by Olivier's name made him feel tainted.
"Ugh, Olivier, you are truly the ugliest and most disgusting latitude demon I have ever seen."
"Why don't you die? How did a beast like you become the Demon God of Latitude?"
"What qualifications do you have to sit with us? Walking with you is really the greatest torture in the world."
Satanish taunted as he retched.
"Olivier, you really..."
The corner of Cytorak's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly used a crimson magic on Olivier.
"boom!"
An extremely huge roar sounded.
A black and white lightning flashed across the bloody sky.
A handsome demon with a bare chest, a pair of huge goat horns on his head, a gloomy face, fierce eyes, and black flames wrapped around his body crashed down from the sky.
After giving Olivier and Satanish an indifferent look, he sat on Mephisto's Throne of Fire.
