American comics Lord of Hell

“No way, being a wizard even has employment problems? Then I definitely can't take the civil service exam?”

Andrew looked disgusted. He said, “I'll think about it. By the way, in your wizarding world, are there vampires or werewolves or anything? I think they're pretty good too, they should all have the ability of iron kidneys.”

“Mr. Wang, your imagination is really good.”

Chloe complained. This guy's brain hole is really big, but unfortunately, it's not put in the right place. Besides that, there's only that in his head.

“I haven't seen werewolves, but as for vampires, the legendary Impaler should really exist.”

Chloe said, “However, the Impaler is hidden very deeply, and no one has seen him for a long time. He also hasn't developed a blood clan.”

“The Impaler? Count Dracula?”

As soon as Andrew walked into the living room, he was 'startled,' because the red-clothed beauty was sitting on the sofa drinking red wine. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Madam, although I like you very much, it's not good for you to enter my room at will, right?

Also, how did you get in? I remember I closed the door?”

“Didn't I tell you, I'm a demon? As a demon, what's so strange about coming in?”

The red-clothed beauty smiled and said, “If you want to gain an eternally strong body, besides magic, there's another way.”

“You're a demon? Beauty, when I said you were a demon before, I was talking about your personality, not your race.”

Andrew said unhappily, “I asked the witch, although there are indeed demons in this world, demons can't easily appear in the human world. In fact, no demons have appeared in the human world for many years.”

“That's because the demons ignore the wizards' summons. Ever since the Witch Queen was killed, the connection between demons and wizards has been broken.”

The red-clothed beauty didn't say much about this. She said, “As for me, I'm really not a demon. I'm a Demon King. You can call me Lucifer, or Satan, it's all me.”

Andrew was about to mock her, but the red-clothed beauty snapped her fingers, and the two suddenly appeared on a bustling street. Because Andrew was wearing a bathrobe, many people looked at him.

However, that was all. In the United States, any strange clothing is normal. In the East, uh, it's also normal. Bathrobes, pajamas, and the like can all be worn on the street.

Of course, because of the red-clothed beauty, no one noticed that they appeared out of thin air.

“How is this possible?”

Andrew's face was full of shock. He asked, “You're actually a demon, no, a Demon King? Uh, wait, you, a Demon King, are always by my side, are you coveting my soul?”

“Of course, did you think I would covet your body?”

The red-clothed beauty first showed disgust, then said straightforwardly, “If you're willing to sign a soul contract with me, I'll grant you seven wishes. Before the seven wishes are fulfilled, I won't do anything to you. After the seven wishes are made, I'll take your soul.

I can fulfill any of your wishes. For example, if you want a McDonald's Family Bucket, as long as you tell me, I'll send you a Family Bucket.”

This is a trap. If Andrew says he wants a Family Bucket, then he will have used up a wish.

“Demon Kings are all like this, but with this kind of trick, you want to deceive me, an old Demon King, you're thinking too much.”

Andrew snorted coldly in his heart. He said, “I don't want any Family Bucket. Beauty, these days, I've seen curses, and I've also seen witches. With your methods just now, I believe you're a demon, even a Demon King.

But I won't sign a contract with you. My soul will ascend to heaven.”

“Give it a rest, you don't believe in God at all, okay? You're an atheist, naturally belonging to our hell camp.”

The red-clothed beauty looked disgusted. She said, “Also, Mr. Wang, that's seven wishes. As long as the seven wishes aren't used up, your soul won't be taken away by me.

To take a step back, even if your soul is really taken away by me, it's nothing. I'll help you reincarnate as a demon general. At that time, everything you want, a strong body, endless charm, can be easily obtained.”

“You say the same to other contractors, right?”

Andrew smiled. “It sounds very nice, but I won't be fooled. People who make deals with demons won't have a good ending. Okay, please send me back, it's a bit cold.”

The red-clothed beauty was a little annoyed. These high-IQ guys are really hard to fool. If Andrew wasn't a Holy Spirit, she wouldn't have put in so much effort. She asked, “Don't you want to be immortal?”

“If I wish for immortality, will you help me achieve it?”

Andrew sneered, “If I really become immortal, how will you take away my soul? You might give me power, give me money, but you'll never give me immortality. If you really give it, there must be a trap.

For example, turning me into a stone statue. In this way, although I am indeed immortal, it's worse than death. At that time, you'll let me make a second wish, which is to cancel the previous wish. In this way, my two wishes will be gone.”

Andrew looked at the red-clothed beauty with an 'I see through you' look. The red-clothed beauty smiled on the surface, but cursed in her heart, 'Are you the Demon King or am I the Demon King? How are you so clear about my tricks?'

“You just heard the story of Calder and the Witch Queen. I can send you back eight hundred years.”

The red-clothed beauty said, “As for whether you can get that curse, it depends on your own ability. I don't guarantee it. I'm just giving you a chance. If you succeed, you'll make a big profit, because you'll be immortal.

Moreover, your self-healing ability can guarantee you ten beauties a day, always full of energy.”

“Beauty, do you think I'll take the bait if you say that? Am I that kind of person?”

Andrew snorted, then said, “You're really accurate in judging people. I'm indeed very tempted, but let me think about it first. Send me back now. When I've thought it over, I'll look for you.”

“Of course you're that kind of person.”

The red-clothed beauty wasn't in a hurry. She waved her hand and sent Andrew back to the room: “Then think about it carefully.”

“I actually ran into a Demon King?”

In the room, Andrew pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, then poured a glass of water and sat on the sofa to ponder.

Of course, this was just acting. The current situation was driven by Andrew himself. He had three purposes. One was naturally to sign a contract with the red-clothed beauty in a reasonable way. Only in this way could he tamper with the contract.

The second was to return to the past and snatch away Calder's world favor. Why is Calder the protagonist? Because he was cursed by the Witch Queen. If Andrew snatched this curse, the protagonist would become Andrew.

Snatching the protagonist's identity like this is definitely easier than snatching it from Calder, and it won't be affected by Poseidon and others, and it can also give them a surprise.

At the same time, Andrew doesn't have to contact Calder. To be honest, he doesn't really like that bald head.

As for the third purpose, it's to test the strength of the red-clothed beauty. Once Andrew successfully snatches the curse, the red-clothed beauty will definitely suffer a serious backlash. At that time, he can find out her strength. If he's lucky, he might even have some unexpected gains.

What unexpected gains? It's very simple. He might be able to contact the strongest person in this world, that is, the powerful existence that suppresses their strength.

When the river of time fluctuates, the other party is likely to do something. At that time, Andrew, or rather, the mechanical Demon King outside, can take the opportunity to see something.

“The premise for completing these three goals is to snatch the Witch Queen's curse. This is not an easy task, especially since I'm just an ordinary person now.”

Andrew thought for a while and called Tony, saying, “Give me an Iron Man glove, just the glove will do. Uh, it has to be the kind that's scrapped, but can still be used, the more dilapidated the better.”

“I, Tony Stark, never produce garbage.”

Tony said proudly. Andrew said, “The Mark One you made in the cave, the missile that fell into Wanda's house and didn't explode…”

“Stop, I'll send it to you right away.”

Tony said with a cold face, “By the way, who are you planning to scam?”

“I plan to change history. You don't need to worry about it. Your current task is to stop Doctor Doom and Galactus behind him.”

Andrew said, “As for my mission, it's to contact those protagonists and snatch their most important things from them.”

“I thought your mission was to play with women? Andrew, Gwen is okay, she's very kind. If Susan finds out about your behavior these days, a blackened villain might appear.”

Tony said. It's no problem for Andrew to walk the tightrope himself, but the problem is, if this incident leads to the destruction of the world, the world will cry.

Andrew said, “I'm sacrificing myself to save her world. She won't be angry.”

“Do you believe that yourself?”

Tony looked disgusted. He knew he couldn't persuade Andrew, said a sentence, and hung up the phone.

Andrew shook his head. If he didn't act like this, how could he get the red-clothed beauty to take the bait? As for the future, leave it to the future self to solve.

Then, Andrew went back to sleep, and waited for Chloe to wake up by the way. He's a person who cherishes women, and wouldn't rudely wake Chloe up. She used up a lot of energy before.

The next day, after listening to what Andrew said, Chloe asked in shock, “Are you saying that there's a Demon King who wants to sign a contract with you, and she has the ability to send you back eight hundred years?”

“Yes, I want you to help me consider whether I can agree?”

Andrew nodded. In fact, he had already made a decision on whether to agree or not. Now he's just finding an excuse, and at the same time, making the play more realistic.