Outside St. John's Cathedral in New York, a large number of demons came from four directions, increasing in a steady stream.

The Night Walking Dragon Clan, who guards the Cathedral, has severely insufficient troops and is in a dilemma of passive defense.

Although one side represents heaven and the other side represents hell, no one would object to it in terms of appearance that they all came from hell.

The night-walking dragon has a green face and fangs, and a clay-colored gargoyle. No matter men, women, young and old, they are all two meters tall, with a strong body, big arms and round waist.

The weapons are double-edged axes, single-edged axes, mountain-opening axes, and machetes. All the people take the pure manly route.

The demon clan is much more elegant.

The lower-level demon's eyes are red in the white areas, and there are black veins on the neck and face. At first glance, it is an idol route to the dark wind.

In comparison, the superior demon was a bit terrible, with blue-black horny folds, sharp teeth and claws and night-moving dragons.

It looks like a person from a distance. If you get a little closer, you will be disgusted by their rich sulfur body fragrance.

The leader of the demon clan, Nabelius, had not arrived, and one of his confidants was responsible for the battle.

In order to avoid being discovered by hell, Nabelius went deep into the ground and had not participated in the war between the two tribes for a long time, which made many night-walking dragons suspected that he was dead.

Like all wars, war itself is not an end.

There was something Nabelius wanted in the cathedral. For this purpose, he sent a large number of descendants to die.

Frankenstein Adam!

A man made by a mad scientist two hundred years ago and sewn with corpses, Nabelius saw miracles in him. It was not only the Creator who could create life, but also science.

Nabelius wanted to obtain Adam, crack the source of life out of nothing, and then imitate the stitching army to conquer the world.

It is hard to say whether it is true or false, but the demon clan believed it. They were inspired and eager to conquer the world with war and preach the power of hell and Satan.

The two sides confronted along the boundaries of the cathedral, with many demons, which brought great pressure to the Yexing Dragon Clan.

The situation was very serious, and Queen Leonora had no results in contact with heaven, so they could only fight alone.

What’s strange is that in this information-based metropolis in New York, gargoyles are flying all over the sky and red-eyed diseases are scattered everywhere. The well-informed reporters did not arrive at the scene as soon as possible.

Time passed minute by minute, and the pointer of the bell tower gradually pointed to twelve o'clock in the evening, as if it was the final countdown. The atmosphere in the war was so serious that it could not breathe, and it would collapse and explode at any time.

On the other side, Russell was wearing a white robe and riding a heavy horse of the Holy Light under his crotch, and was sailing through the brightly lit streets of New York.

The camera pulled to the top of the tall building and saw a white beam of light walking on the road, and flashing on the next street in the blink of an eye.

The exclamations were repeated, and the visions caused people to chase each other. The camera, which was lucky enough to take a picture of white light, was vaguely a light and shadow silhouette of a horse riding.

The cathedral is convenient in front of it. Russell pulled the reins, the war horse under his crotch whistled a long time, and jumped up on the ground with his front hooves, running along the wall at a right angle of 90 degrees, and finally stayed at the top of a tall building.

The air was filled with sulfur, and the war horse breathed white flames, raised its front hooves high, and Russell on his back waved his hand to pull out a great sword of holy light from the void.

The light flashed and briefly illuminated the night sky.

Although it was only a moment, it attracted the attention of the two tribes. They looked at the tall building in surprise and felt the pressure of palpitations from the mysterious man who was standing on his sword.

The dragon walking in the night was both shocked and happy. What was pleased was the holy light on the mysterious man, indicating that the visitor was a friend but not an enemy. The shock was that the holy light was too rich, which made them feel ashamed of themselves.

Everyone in the demon clan was in danger. The rich and substantial holy light made them dare not act rashly. Many demons even suspected that they could not even beat the horse.

Russell glanced at the bell tower that was about to point to twelve o'clock, waiting for the moment when the bell rang, weighing which way to enter was more shocking.

Is it the war horse with its wings falling from the sky, or does the war horse charge vertically along the walls of the building?

Ding! Ding! Ding———

The bell rang, Russell shook the reins, and the war horse received the command and jumped straight off the building.

After thinking for a long time, the explosion was simple and clear!

At this moment, the familiar time reset came again. Time returned 24 hours ago, the war of solemn aura disappeared, and both the demons and the night dragon were gone.

Bang!

Russell loosened his crotch and landed on the ground in a horse-riding position. His feet stomped on the floor and never reached his calves.

A cold wind blew, rolling up the white robe and making a sound.

"Damn it, where is my horse!!"

Don't bring this one!

Russell angrily threw the sword in his hand, and finally pretended to be a pussy, but it ended before it even started. The bad landing action made him look like a silly Deadpool.

“Fortunately no one saw it…”

Russell glanced at the quiet cathedral, and the holy light converged and returned to the holy mark on the back of his right hand, and invisible to the darkness.

"Hey, Ireneno?"

"Yes, I'm just so bored. I like to call while taking a shower... Stop talking nonsense, my soap fell to the ground, hurry in and pick it up... Immediately! Immediately!"

"It's right that there's no one, I'm just teasing you. Now go to the window and see if Li Bao is in the first floor horse shed. If you're not there, call the police immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Russell frowned and pondered. The time was reset again 24 hours ago, and it also happened at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. It can be ruled out that it was caused by David Rice's ability to transmit his mind.

The time was reset in the early morning twice in a row, and it was no matter how many seconds it was, and it was backed back for 24 hours. If David Rice had this ability, the script would be [Time Controller] rather than [Spirit Transmitter].

It's awful. After experiencing the [Horror Cruise], Russell was very repulsive of the time loop. What's worse is that he didn't know which movie he was involved in.

Is it [Edge of Tomorrow] or [Day of the Groundhog], or the [Horror Cruise] that still caused his steel giant ship to crack.

Russell lit a cigarette, analyzed it calmly, and thought for a while, and found that there was no clue. The only good news was that there was no disgusting copy.

If you don’t decide, ask professionals. Russell rubs his hands and opens the door to hell, and prepares to chat with Miss Satan for 24 hours.

Satan is not in the castle. To be precise, the entire castle is gone, with only a bare land, proving that Russell has not gone to the wrong place.

Russell:(one`' one)

He judged that Miss Satan had encountered a difficult enemy, who was so powerful that she could not compete with him. In order to protect herself, she hurriedly transferred strategically and could not even care about hell.

Russell is still a little confused about this unknown strong enemy.

He called the devil's phone, but no one answered it for a long time. He hung up the black line on his face, cursing Satan one day he was captured by a powerful enemy and locked up in the basement with miserable words written on it.

"Innocence, if you move the castle away, everything will be fine. Who do you look down on?"

Russell snorted coldly, the country cannot be without a king for a day, and hell is no exception. Satan is devastated and he should replace it.

Rumble!!

The rich dark energy soared into the sky, and thunder and lightning flashes wandered in the dark clouds surrounded by black smoke. The roaring sound covered the wailing screams from the red abyss.

The demon god's body stood in hell with horns on its head, and three pairs of black wings behind it covered the sky and sun, sprinkled large pieces of black mud and water.

Russell lifted the black flame sword backwards and pierced heavily into the black continent with the mottled cracks. The magic frenzy suddenly expanded, flooding the surrounding area with the whale swallowing force, occupying hell bit by bit, turning it into his... territory.

Drops of black mud fell to the ground, turning into the turbulent Black Sea, rapidly pouring into the abyss cracks, assimilating the original hell territory, turning it into aiding the swallowing process.

The speed of darkness expansion was amazing, and the tide ocean rolled down, instantly dyeing a large area of ​​space.

The territory of hell is infinite and cannot be occupied in theory, but the expansion of darkness cannot be stopped at all. When the roots of hell are eroded by darkness, they will become the same as the dark dimension, and everything is determined by Russell's words.

"I don't know if hell is also in the time loop..."

The erosion time was too long. Russell left the clone of the demon body, injected dark energy into the Black Flame Sword, and he flashed back to the world.

...

Branch, Director's Office.

Russell held two files with a painful face, and one telepathically smashed it down, fast forwarding to end the conversation with the director.

He walked out the door with the file. He didn't know what plot he was involved in, and was confused and didn't know how to break the situation. He only knew that the world would reset back to the previous day on time every morning.

Suddenly I don’t want to work hard anymore!

If you change to someone else, you will definitely try your best to die and enjoy 24 hours without any responsibility.

But Russell had no interest. With his ability, even if he was not in the time loop, no one could do anything to him, and the time loop was of no use to him.

Because of this chaotic world, Russell could not tell whether he had taken the initiative to intervene in the plot or was unfortunately affected by Yuchi.

The former is fine, but the latter is troublesome. For example, [Day of the Groundhog], how to find the male protagonist in the infinite loop is a big problem.

Russell slowed down the second possibility, first consider the first assumption, recalling the first day of the time cycle, who and what happened to him.

Police Department, Banks, Schools, Mind Transmitter David Rice, and wanted criminal John Tombos of the United States, have no one to pay attention to after thinking about it.

Russell thought about the problem from a different perspective, and repeated it as it was within two days, and there was only one thing that did not change.

Go to Brooklyn College to arrest John Townbos!

"Is this guy the key person?"

Russell instinctively wanted to refuse. Thomas was a sloppy homeless man with his long hair and beard that he didn't have the appearance that the protagonist should have.

Moreover, it is difficult to feel substituted for the serial murderer's setting. If you use him as the protagonist, the movie will only fail.

There is no other choice at the moment. Russell pondered for a moment and drove to Brooklyn College to try to follow Thombos and what would happen to him.
Chapter completed!