Satan walked out of the dark void, holding the knight's epee in both hands, his face solemn.

On his chest, flesh and blood filled in and grew, leaving a circle of obvious scars.

Perhaps because of the differences in the world, Satan is obviously stronger than the Olympian gods, but his body's self-healing is much slower than them.

"Fallen Angel, your ability is worthy of the name 'Satan'..."

Satan first agreed, and then added a ‘but’: “But, I will not hand over hell to you!”

"Why, are you reluctant to give up the power in your hands?"

Russell Elemental's eyes narrowed, and steam continued to escape from his mouth as he spoke.

"No, strength is power. I can get power wherever I want it."

Satan said indifferently: "You are too dangerous. Not to mention your unknown origin, your strong aggressive tendencies alone are in serious conflict with your aimless desires. You have become Satan..."

"Hell is over!"

Russell: "..."
Chapter completed!