"What does your expression mean? You don't believe me?"

Russell frowned. Every time he told the truth, someone stood up to oppose him. He deserved a beating.

It is true that he has never been to heaven. He wanted to enter but was declined. The closest he got was just looking outside the door.

But these are not important. Heaven is an abstract concept. If you have light in your heart, there will be light everywhere!

It is as if he no longer adheres to formalities and external objects, and firmly believes that as long as he holds the Holy Light, even if he is in hell, there will be no difference between heaven and hell.

"No, I don't believe it, it's just..."

Liana hurriedly explained that she was not good at lying, and it took her a long time to think of a reason: "I used to be a human, and every time I transformed into a demon, there would be sequelae, mainly manifested as loss of control of language and expression... Yes, that's it.

"

"What a coincidence, I used to be like this too, and then I found a way to cure it."

Russell waved to Liana: "Come here, I will put a BUFF on your head, and I will ensure that the medicine will cure the disease."

Liana shook her head like a rattle, refusing to get close to Russell. She changed the subject and said: "BOSS, you are undercover in hell and are somewhat sure of becoming Satan. Do you have any plans?"

"Yes, if I kill everyone, I will be Satan."

"..."

Liana rolled her eyes and blamed her for talking too much.

"Hey, little girl, don't think you are very smart. In fact, you don't know anything about Satan."

Russell pointed to the tattered throne in the distance: "The hell dimension is independent of the multiverse. The hell you control is just a small fragment separated from it. In your hell, you are the omnipotent queen, comparable to

As the real Satan, the power in your hands is less than one billionth."

Russell briefly explained the difference between the single universe and the multiverse, which made Liana's eyes light up. But when she heard that there were four multiverse-level powerhouses seeking the position of Satan, she immediately became scared.

"BOSS, who are these four strong men?"

"The Lord of the Crimson Universe, Cytorak, the creator of black magic, 'God of the Underworld' Sithorn, and the 'Beholder' Shumagoras lying on my body."

"!"

When she first arrived, she was shocked to hear that the tentacle monster was a strong competitor for Satan. Liana felt bad all over. There was a bunch of blond hair sticking up on the top of her head, and she couldn't suppress it no matter how hard she pressed it.

Suddenly, a question came to her mind. If Shumagoras was so powerful, what was the identity of Russell, who was so entangled with it that it could almost be called a fusion state?

"BOSS, who is the last multiverse-level powerhouse?"

"What do you think?"

"I, I can't guess..."

Liana looked desolate, and as expected, the black stigma on her hand would never go away for the rest of her life.

"How could you not guess it? Let me give you a hint. In hell, that person is the most handsome!"

"Well, I really can't guess it now."

"..."

Bang!

After physical therapy, Liana fell to the ground and paid the price for her inappropriate words and deeds.

At first glance, he looks cute and new, and the old Hydra will never be like this.

"There are four multiverse-level powerhouses competing against Satan. With their overwhelming combat power, any plan is empty talk. Even if all the hell lords unite, they cannot form a fifth competitive force."

Russell continued: "So for me, conspiracy is useless. If I want to become Satan, I can only kill Cytorak and Sithorn."

"No Shumagoras?"

Liana pointed to the green tentacles lying on Russell's body. The strange symbiotic relationship made people confused. Did Russell have an extra headdress pendant, or did Shumagoras have an extra mount?

"The two of us reached an agreement and were our staunchest allies until we killed Cytorak and Sithorne."

Isn’t this the plan!!

"BOSS, I didn't mean to sow discord, you just believe in him..."

Liana secretly glanced at Shumagoras and thought that the tentacle monster was not worthy of trust. She just came to hell today, seeing is believing, and witnessed a betrayal between allies.

"Your idea makes sense, but it's not a big problem."

Russell nodded calmly: "Because I am not trustworthy either. We all have nothing to fear from each other."

Liana: “…”

The longer they knew each other, the more she became convinced that the days to come would be very sad.

Wow!

The green tentacles danced, and Shumagoras had a negative opinion on Russell's point of view. It believed that similar people should trust each other, and made an invitation by the way.

Idle time is idle, find a parallel universe to destroy, just kill time.

Russell rolled his eyes and refused to reach a consensus with the villain. It would be more interesting to kill time and have fun with superheroes.

…

At the beginning or end of the Flame Mountains, in the center of the Blood Plains surrounded by many lords, the lonely ruined throne was silent, waiting for the arrival of the Lord of Hell.

The Blood Plains are full of evil spirits, and the red steam evaporates from the high temperature of the earth, making Satan's throne look illusory and strange, creating a powerful pressure that even the native hell creatures are unwilling to stay here for a long time.

The plain has been designated as a restricted area by the hell lords, and no one is allowed to step in. Even the three notorious demon gods will encounter a desperate counterattack the moment they sit on the throne.

In fact, ninety-nine percent of the lords knew that Satan's throne had nothing to do with them at all.

Except when dreaming!

Therefore, the reason why these hell lords sent troops to garrison the plains is very simple. If they cannot be Satan, then Satan will never appear.

Although the fragments of the hell dimension are small, they also bring them great authority. Once Satan appears, all these authorities will be taken back.

At that time, there are only two options to choose from, kneel down at Satan's feet and get some leftovers that Satan doesn't like; refuse to be Satan's dogleg, lose your authority, become an ordinary devil, and die at the hands of your former enemies.

The lords would not choose either of these two options. They wanted both authority and freedom.

The green tentacles rolled, and the demon guards stationed at the border of the plain subconsciously moved out of the way. They watched with fear as Shumagoras floated towards the throne of Satan.

"The beholder is going to start a war..."

I don't know who reacted first. The soldiers ran away in panic and notified their boss.

Like the three lords of Pluto, no one noticed that Shumagoras had two long legs today.

Russell stepped on the mud of the bloody plain, leaving a series of footprints, and stopped in front of Satan's throne to take a closer look.

It's very shabby, very rotten, without the dignity of jewels, or the domineering power of a king's throne.

But when I think that this position represents the leader of hell, a strong man at the level of the multiverse, I immediately feel a simple and low-key feeling.

Boss temperament!

"That's what I say, but it's really broken..."

Russell glanced at the rotten wooden seat and saw four or five rusty iron nails sticking out. He hesitated for 0.01 seconds, turned around and got on it.

A bit high!

He rolled his eyes and stood up, lifted the beholder upwards, sat down again, and felt the nails sticking into his butt again.

"Forget it, that's it!"

Russell muttered to himself, took out the Satan Scepter, put it on the ground with both hands, and waited for Cytorac and Sithorn to arrive.

He didn't take the hell lords to heart. Today was different from the past. He had the right to ignore the opinions of these lords. If anyone dared to have problems, he would solve the problem.

Not long after, a black line continued beyond the horizon, and the sky and land of the Blood Plains were surrounded by darkness.

All the named hell lords arrived, and it had nothing to do with the announcement from their younger brother. The moment Russell sat on the throne of Satan, they felt the connection.

"Beholder, you should know the rules, Satan means..."

"Sumagorath, you have your own dimension, your power is strong enough, you don't need to..."

"Hell is everyone's hell, you can't represent everyone!"

"..."

Warnings came one after another, but no hell lord was willing to take the lead. They were waiting for the other two demon gods to show up and deliver justice.

In the past, Sithorn, the God of Hades, had also sat on the throne of Satan. Under the joint force of Cytorac and Shumagoras, he stood up and left the throne. The lords believed that today would be no exception.

It is precisely because the three demon gods are wary of each other, unwilling to start wars at will, and disdainful of forming cliques that they have a place to breathe.

Shumagoras stared at the sky with big eyes, completely ignoring the chattering hell lords. He arrogantly believed that these lords were not worthy of being looked down upon by it, and did not even bother to kill them as a deterrent.

So far, no one has noticed that among the tentacles, on top of Satan's throne, there is a man holding the scepter of hell.

Russell: "..."

Next time you go out, be sure to choose a smaller pendant!

After a short wait, the two true masters arrived, Cytorak, the red-skinned giant, and Sithorne, whose robe covered his whole body, leaving only his shadow outline.
To be continued...