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"Oh, dear demon god, don't underestimate yourself. I believe you are even more delicious than your clone."
As Ian spoke, he reminisced about how he had sacrificed a demonic avatar to his adoptive father, the Death Knight, who then cooked the demon for him. That was the first time Ian had tasted the demon.
How to describe it.
All I can say is that the taste of the Demon God is truly amazing.
"As weak as you are, even if I stand here, you can't even defend against my defenses..." The demon god, whose stats were off the charts and conservatively in the five digits, sneered at Ian.
The reason it's described as mocking is because it abruptly stops halfway through its mockery. This is because Ian, who enjoys being a numbers monster, will switch to being a mechanics monster when he can no longer be one.
He pulled out his "dinner knife" and rubbed it against his sleeve a couple of times. As the saying goes, friction creates fire, so it's perfectly logical that a holy flame appeared on the short sword.
The sword was entirely silver.
A sacred fire blazed on the blade.
"This is impossible! How could it be in your hands!" Valak's pupils dilated, his eyes wide with shock and anger. He instinctively tried to fly away, and the entire demon seemed to be in great fear.
Yes, as a demon god, Valak could certainly recognize the short sword in Ian's hand, the Sword of Death, the Blade of God. This sword, according to legend, could even kill Lucifer!
Who would dare to touch it?
Without saying a word, the demon god turned around and was about to fly away.
however.
“Crack.”
Ian pulled out a revolver, aiming the barrel at His flight path. At that moment, Valak knew He was fast, but He dared not gamble.
"God Eater Colt!"
Valak's wings froze.
He dared not fly anymore.
This gun is more terrifying than the Blade of God—legend has it that if it locks onto someone, even God will be killed with a single shot! Such a thing could terrify Him to the point of death!
"Where did you find it? Where did you find them?" The demon god truly couldn't understand why a human would possess so many deadly weapons!
“I’m very cautious and devout, so I won’t tell you who likes little boys and has a crush on me… Listen, if you don’t fly, I absolutely won’t use Colt.”
Ian pointed the gun at Valak, whose face turned ashen, but he dared not gamble. One of the seventy-two demonic pillars was forced back to the ground by an empty gun.
of course.
He's also very cunning.
I didn't dare take off, but I did run away on the ground.
"Don't run away! I just want to show you my big treasure!" Ian chased after him, and seeing that the other side wouldn't listen at all, he was forced to adopt a pleading tone.
"If all else fails, an arm will do! I can trade an arm with my godfather for some good food! I'll show you my precious treasure! Really, it's a real treasure! I'm not kidding!"
Ian practically used a megaphone, but his persuasive skills weren't high enough; the demon, upon hearing this, ran even faster. Its speed was incredible; Ian, under normal circumstances, couldn't keep up.
however.
Four-legged Ian is far superior to two-legged Ian. He has once again equipped his Speed Force external thighs, making him incredibly fast. How could a two-winged demon god outrun four-legged Ian?
Ian was getting closer and closer.
Desperate to survive, Valak could only resort to the most effective method—the Demon God circling the pillar. As expected of a Demon God, He immediately noticed that Ian had some problems with turning.
"Get away from me! I won't give you my hands! You filthy thing!"
Certification +1.
Valak had a very loud voice, which shook the entire area of Hell. Ian was a very accommodating person and respected other people's wishes, so when Valak circled Lucifer's throne and played "Qin King circling the pillar" with him, refusing to give in, Ian considerately lowered his demands.
"If your arm isn't okay..."
He is content with what he has.
“Chirps are fine too! My godfather would definitely love eating chirps. No man doesn’t like eating chirps from other races. They’re very nutritious!” Of course, Ian didn’t have that need.
He just wanted to use an impeccable argument to trick the demon into stopping.
“You’re a demon god, you can definitely grow another one on your own,” Ian advised kindly, but Valak turned back and roared at him in despair as he fled.
"I don't have that thing!"
His voice finally took on a hint of hysteria.
"Then let me squeeze out some magic milk! My second brother will definitely love it!" Ian tried to persuade him again, refusing to give up. Valak, one of the seventy-two demon gods, finally understood what despair meant.
His attacks could not kill his opponent, while his opponent's sword and spear would kill him instantly. This feeling of the opponent being able to make countless mistakes while he himself could not make even one mistake was truly unbearable.
"Satan! The Great One! Save me!!!"
Valack finally couldn't hold back anymore.
He roared to the sky.
"Satan? The Great One?"
Ian was on high alert and immediately stopped, looking around warily. He knew, of course, that there were several Satans in Hell, the first of whom was the self-proclaimed infinitely great Satan.
That was also God's first creation, a life form that God created to talk to Him. It was powerful and belonged to the level of an emperor in Hell.
"Are you talking about the First Fallen Ones? The first Satan?" Ian had heard of it before. It was said that the period when God and his wife were at odds was the period when the First Fallen Ones fell into hell before Lucifer.
This history is recorded in unofficial accounts. It is said that the newly fallen ones saw God hiding in the "garage" playing League of Legends, so they were cast into Hell.
Even someone as bold as Ian has moments of fear. Fortunately, the air was deathly still, and the First Fallen Ones did not respond. Valak could only play the demon-circling game with Ian under Lucifer's throne.
"Looks like you're not very familiar with the Fallen Ones!" Ian continued to chase, and Valak continued to flee. In the chase, even though Valak had wings, he was doomed.
Ian gradually adapted to the changeover.
"Whoosh—!"
The holy sword slashed across.
Valak's wing was severed at the root.
The demon god let out a miserable howl.
He knelt on the ground. The next moment, Ian pounced on him like a hungry tiger, straddling him, just like that rainy night many days ago when Ian had his clone on top of him.
This is what happens when the same thing repeats itself.
Just as Ian was about to start cutting and take on the role of butcher.
Valak's scream hadn't even escaped his lips.
"boom!!!"
A vast and boundless dark power suddenly descended.
They instantly suppressed Ian on the spot!
"Oh no, Ian God! This is the Demon King Sangu!!!"
The demon Baal cried out in alarm behind Ian.
"I haven't offended the Three Palaces Demon, so why is the Three Palaces Demon trying to offend me? Let me up! Otherwise, I wish you would have 360 billion rebellious daughters in your next pregnancy!" Ian cursed as he saw the demon god about to be rescued, but an endless force tried to suppress Ian, preventing him from getting up from the ground.
At this moment.
Ian was also somewhat regretful.
He shouldn't have called himself the Great Sage Riding a Cat before he even entered Hell. Sure enough, there's a law in the dark: every Great Sage is bound to encounter his own Five Finger Mountain.
Berserker Experience +13
Berserker Experience +19
Berserker level increased!
Strength: 406-409
[Physical fitness: 422-429]
Intelligence: 40.8-40.9
[Spirit: 156-157]
The slight increase in attribute values was completely useless. The oppressive power of the Trigon Demon was far too fierce. Moreover, although the Trigon Demon did not descend, its will, along with some kind of rule, enveloped Ian.
For the seemingly indestructible Ian, the Demon King Sangoku was clearly prepared to take an unconventional approach. Knowing that Ian was immortal, he decided to extinguish Ian's will.
dark.
Pure darkness.
This is not a dark environment in the ordinary sense, but a conceptual "nothingness"—Sanguma's will has dragged Ian into the most primordial void, where there is no time, no space, only the purest struggle of existence. Clearly, Sanguma intends to suppress Ian's will here with her status and the concepts she possesses.
It is a battlefield of concepts and existence. The Trigon Demon, one of the most terrifying beings in Hell, a cosmic-level demon, wields the power of "destruction" and is essentially defined by "domination." His power is not merely physical crushing, but also conceptual suppression; he can tear apart the thoughts of any living being with "absolute domination."
You are nothing but dust.
The consciousness of the Three Palace Demon surged forth like a tsunami.
He is attaching a definition to Ian.
"You are nothing but a grain of sand in the cracks of time." Some force wanted to twist Ian's will into sand, but Ian's will was simply too strong.
“You’ve been beaten so badly by your own daughter that you screamed, but your daughter can’t beat me, so rounding it off, it’s basically the same as you can’t beat me.”
Ian continued to hurl insults at the Three Palace Demon.
Sangu Demon fell silent.
It wasn't that I was so angry that I fell silent.
Instead, He was stunned into silence by Ian's logic. He had intended to overwhelm Ian with his stream of consciousness, to drive Ian to despair and make him a slave to His own will.
He prepared countless conceptual weapons, ready to drag Ian into the abyss of existence as suffering. However, Ian gave him no chance; Ian defined himself.
Even though he lacked the power of conceptual understanding, his logic—simple, crude, absurd, yet unbreakable—completely annihilated the definition that Sanguma attempted to impose on Ian, reducing it to mere dust. Left with no other option, Sanguma had to find a different approach on this battlefield of concepts.
"I am the Lord of Chaos, and all order will eventually return to chaos, including you." The voice of the Palace Demon transformed into the chant of billions of demons, each syllable reconstructing reality.
He seemed to have truly transformed into countless forms of chaos to envelop Ian.
“You and your daughter are related by blood, and your daughter loves me, so rounding it up, you love me too.” Ian’s words were a bombshell.