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"How could Heaven allow you to do this! Those damned angels would never tolerate your desecration of holy souls!" Its eyes were filled with horror.

His tone was filled with disbelief. At this moment, the minotaur felt he was beginning to understand everything: why couldn't his hellfire harm the boy?

Why did a single spit from the other party take half my life? And what about that hammer attack that pounded my soul with excruciating pain—all my doubts now have a reasonable yet terrifying answer.

This boy was actually a dimensional demon god with a twisted sense of humor, pretending to be weak! He was just a little devil; how could he possibly fight against such a terrifying being?

They're already on the same level as their master!

"Have I desecrated a sacred soul?"

Ian pondered for a moment. He felt that the demon was cursing him. This was something that even an uncle or aunt could tolerate, but he couldn't tolerate it. So he raised his hand and directly gave the demon two large pen bags.

"Fine! Trying to sow discord within my family again!"

Ian glared angrily at the demon, "You're the dimensional demon! Your whole family are dimensional demons! Am I not holy? The angels' judgment is indeed far superior to yours, demons!"

“The angels must know that I’m as holy as my father, and the priests love me when I go to church—and even General MacArthur once said that Ian is a good lad!”

sometimes.

Telling a few small lies is harmless.

but.

“Um… Douglas MacArthur never said that… I remember… his soul was given to me to eat…” The Minotaur Demon actually wanted to say that it also hoped its whole family would be dimensional demons, but it didn’t have the guts. In the end, it could only weakly grab the chicken foot in Ian’s words.

"what!?"

Ian stared, dumbfounded.

He had used pirated general quotes dozens of times, but he never expected to encounter such a reasonable exposé, which made him feel as ashamed and angry as if his pants had been pulled down.

"I don't believe you! You're lying! Unless you spit out the general!" It was only because Ian didn't bring his hammer that he was willing to give the devil a good whack on the head.

Well, knocking on the demon's head is definitely addictive. And compared to knocking on a wooden fish, Ian feels that knocking on the demon's head will definitely increase his real merit.

"I misremembered! I misremembered!" Seeing the dangerous glint in Ian's eyes, the Minotaur Demon shuddered, its intelligence returning to its peak, and chose to shut up.

At this moment, the fear of this hellish creature that crawled out of hell reached an unprecedented level. No demon dared to provoke a dimensional demon god with a complete universe dimension.

It knew that if the "dimensional demon" in front of it insisted on playing the role of a human, it had better cooperate with the other party's performance; otherwise, death would probably become a luxury for it.

“That’s more like it. How could I possibly misremember the General’s words? Even if you spit them out, it would only mean the General himself misremembered.” Ian looked up with immense satisfaction at the Galactus, which was peeking out from behind a dark cloud. The tilting Galactus seemed to have moved even closer to the ground.

"Why is it collapsing so slowly! I'm already thinking of finding a plane to fly up there! Why do I have to be at level five to learn to fly? Is it because I wasn't born with wings on my back?"

“My system buddy, in America, you could easily be convicted of racial discrimination! I’m guaranteed to win in court!” Ian sighed heavily.

After further manipulating his own system, he hung the demon's head on his waist and got up to go to that mysterious base again to find out more.

Following the direction of memory.

Ian started running.

The demon head at his waist bounced up and down as he ran.

But the demon dared not utter a single complaint. The buildings on both sides of the street were covered with thick ice and snow, and he kept peering into this unfamiliar world with his murky eyes.

"What's the noise?"

Ian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In the distance, the sounds of roaring and fierce fighting could be faintly heard.

The sounds of gunfire were also interspersed among them.

"It's raining! I have to go get soaked in this rain!" Ian immediately became excited, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, changed direction and ran towards the direction from which the sound came.

"It's been snowing all along, isn't it? Snow is just another form of rain. Look, it's raining from my mouth too." The demon head took on the role of a philosopher and started playing with abstract concepts.

The creature hanging from Ian's waist was foaming at the mouth. Clearly, it was dizzy from the shock. The demon that had arrived in this world found itself seemingly stripped of its extraordinary status.

It's just an immortal head.

"What's the point of dying or living? Perhaps this is the fate of demons."

It sighed, mournfully, its voice sorrowful.

"Shut up! Don't disturb my ability to pinpoint sounds. My favorite hail of bullets is nearby!" Ian raised his hand again and handed several large pen pockets to the demon head at his waist.

"Stop hitting me! It really hurts!"

The demon's eyes, which had been immersed in melancholic philosophy, suddenly cleared a bit. Ian, on the other hand, took the opportunity to find the source of the commotion, traversing a small alley to a frozen fountain square.

blood.

It's still blood.

Everywhere was covered in warm, scarlet blood.

The incredibly intense fighting sounds came from here.

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It is clear.

Ian hadn't gone to the wrong place.

However, he was clearly a little late.

The battle is over.

“That’s normal. After all, I’m a DC person. In our world, even the fastest man is late every day.” Ian’s gaze fell on the frozen square, littered with the corpses of soldiers lying haphazardly. In the center of this mess, Gwen Stacy leaned against a crumbling wall.

She was still wearing the same combat uniform, but it had been torn open with a huge gash, and her internal organs were spilling out of her abdominal cavity, leaving a shocking trail on the snow.

"Hi! Gwen! Good evening!" Ian waved enthusiastically to Gwen, after all, among the soldiers' remains scattered on the ground, she was the only one he recognized who was still breathing.

"It's morning now..."

Gwen also saw Ian at this moment. She was speechless at this man who always appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Even on her deathbed, she still did not forget to correct Ian.

“For my biological clock, it’s nighttime right now.” Ian didn’t care about the other person’s attitude. He looked around at the blood-stained ground and was somewhat surprised that he seemed to be quite used to it.

"What's going on here?"

Ian picked up a relatively clean gun and poked Gwen, who was leaning against the fountain wall. Since Gwen had her eyes closed, he suspected that the girl might kick the bucket at any moment.

of course.

Like the soldiers around him, Ian knew that Gwen could actually be "resurrected".

Don't poke my mouth!

Gwen, on the verge of death, somehow mustered the strength to grab the muzzle of the gun Ian was thrusting at her, and then, in her weak, dying voice, cried out for help to Ian.

"kill me."

Yes.

This is a cry for help.

Her unique physical condition allowed her to survive for an extended period, and her vigorous vitality became a problem in itself. Ian raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, the demon at his waist had already taken the bait.

"He doesn't like killing; he promised his strict father." The demon head at his waist clearly seemed to be trying to please Ian, cooperating with this dimensional demon disguised as a human child.

however.

"Shut up!"

Ian then gave the demon's head a large pen holder.

"On the other hand, you don't necessarily have to listen to your father. For example, my father told me to be loyal to the Three Palace Demon, but look at my current situation."

The devil changed his tune in time.

It was truly impossible for it to grasp Ian's thoughts.

"demon……"

Gwen looked at the talking head on Ian's waist—another uncorrupted superhuman—and a complex mix of emotions flashed across her eyes.

Looking up at Ian again, his eyes were filled with confusion.

"How could this be? All... demons... should cease to exist." Her chest heaved, as if she were about to suffocate at any moment, yet she couldn't let go of her last breath.

"help me!"

She appealed for help again.

"Do you have to die to be resurrected? Can't there be ten, no, a hundred thousand of you at the same time?" Ian probably realized why the other party was in such a hurry to die.

If so many Gwent could actually appear, a slightly bold idea began to emerge in his mind.

"We are not clones."

Seeing that Ian did not take any action, Gwen could only sigh and explain, "You really don't know anything? That's very unusual. Tony didn't record our data and memories."

“You underestimate him, you underestimate our last savior—he carries the soul of every person in the universe, not those ethereal biological information.” Gwen’s hand, which had been gripping the gun, fell back down. Her pale lips barely moved, and her voice was as soft as a snowflake falling to the ground.

"Is this even possible? Isn't this Gwen's absolute power user plan?"

Ian was utterly astonished.

"Is that even possible? What is Gwen's Absolute Ability User Project?"

The demon's head became a less-than-perfect repeater.

It wasn't done on purpose.

Rather, the information it heard was beyond its cognitive scope.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying. Now, can you kill me? You can ask Tony about the details later. His information processing ability will definitely be able to keep up with your thinking.” Gwen’s voice was pleading, making Ian, who still wanted to ask what had happened, feel a little embarrassed.

“No problem, I’ve seen the movie ‘The Killer,’ and I’m really good at killing.” Ian made a confident guarantee and immediately took a few steps forward, squatted down, and first tried to cover Gwen’s nose and mouth with one hand.

however.

After realizing his hands weren't big enough, he threw away the laser gun he was holding under Gwen's bewildered gaze and used both hands to carry out a "murder" on Gwen that even Conan would shake his head at.

"Don't resist. It's no use resisting anyway. I'm definitely stronger than you now. We'll see if you don't believe me." Ian pinched Gwen's nose with one hand and covered her slightly open mouth with the other. This deadly technique not only stunned Gwen but also left the Minotaur completely bewildered.

"You should break her neck."

The demon finally couldn't resist and offered his sincere advice.