American comics Lord of Hell

“Even a mosquito is still meat; we can't let it go.”

Andrew said, “After I finish the things at hand, I’ll head over to the horror movie side to collect World Favor, and find information about the Demon King. This world's Demon King is hiding quite deep.

Speaking of the Demon King, I just obtained the mark to summon Beelzebub. I’ll go chat with Him later. Oh, how are things with Tony and Doctor Doom?”

“Mr. Stark and the others are looking for Doctor Doom's laboratory, but they haven't found it yet. Doctor Doom and his people seem to be planning something big. Currently, there haven't been any conflicts between the two sides.”

Alice said, “The actions of both sides are gradually deviating from the script, but the main thread is still there.”

“Let them continue to fight. I'll just watch the show.”

Andrew shook his head and waited quietly. Not long after, Chloe returned and told him about Calder and the Wizard Council.

“Mr. Wang, I’m sorry. I originally wanted to spend more time with you to express my gratitude, but I can't now. I must deal with these matters immediately.”

Chloe said apologetically, “Don’t worry, I will honor my promise. In the future, I will help you smooth out all troubles, whether from the wizarding world or the human world.”

“It’s okay, go ahead and be busy. If you need help, you can look for me. I’m very familiar with Tony Stark; I can have him help you.”

Andrew said with a smile. Chloe retorted, “Are you sure you're really familiar? You're always digging at Stark Group's foundation.”

“Isn’t that normal? These days, it’s the acquaintances you screw over.”

Andrew smiled. Then, Chloe bid farewell, returning to the wizarding world with a mix of excitement, trepidation, and ambition, to begin her legendary life as the new Witch Queen.

Andrew shook his head, took a step, and directly arrived at Plague Mountain. At the same time, he left a phantom in the room. Unless the Red-Clothed Beauty herself descended, no one could see through his disguise.

It had been a full eight hundred years since Andrew last came to Plague Mountain. The mountain hadn’t changed much, except that there were many more crows, making it look very gloomy, terrifying, and even feeling bone-chillingly cold.

There was no choice. The battle eight hundred years ago, coupled with the Witch Queen's plague abilities, had made this mountain very barren. Therefore, it hadn’t been developed. In addition, the people of the Church had always forbidden others from entering this mountain to avoid any accidents.

Andrew came to the place where the Witch Queen was killed. Then, he took out the golden mark and threw it on the ground. The mark merged with the residual aura in the soil, beginning to summon the mark's true owner.

Soon, the mark transformed into a phantom, the phantom of the Demon King Beelzebub. He was very shocked to see Andrew, and asked, “Who are you? Why do you have the mark I bestowed upon the Witch Queen? Where is the Witch Queen?”

“You can call me King of Abilities.”

Andrew said, “Demon King Beelzebub, I have many questions I want to ask you. I don’t know if you can answer them?”

“Questions? Sure, as long as you sacrifice human souls to me, I can answer any question. However, the starting price is ten souls.”

Beelzebub said very straightforwardly. He didn’t care how Andrew snatched the golden mark. He only cared about how many souls he could get.

Moreover, once Andrew started sacrificing, Beelzebub had plenty of ways to erode Andrew’s soul. At that time, Andrew would become his next spokesperson, obtaining more souls for him on Earth.

Andrew asked, “What if I don’t want to give souls, but still want to know the answers?”

Beelzebub looked at Andrew with a look as if he was looking at an idiot. He retorted, “Don’t tell me you plan to rob me. I would die laughing.”

“I really have this plan.”

Andrew said. Beelzebub coldly snorted, “Humans these days really like to tell jokes. Don’t you know that Demon Kings are inviolable?”

Along with Beelzebub's shout, a terrifying aura enveloped Andrew. The crows on the mountain were so frightened that they frantically fled, a dark, overwhelming mass.

This world has restrictions. Demon Kings cannot actively attack humans; they can only act through spokespersons. But if humans provoke them, they can retaliate. After all, they are Demon Kings.

Unfortunately, this aura was useless to Andrew. He said, “Inviolable? Never heard of it. It seems that if I don’t beat you up, you definitely won’t answer my questions properly.”

Beelzebub was so angry that he laughed, but he didn’t act rashly, because the other party could easily block his coercion, obviously not an ordinary person. He shouted, “Human, are you provoking me?”

“Whining and complaining, not fun at all. You’re really embarrassing Demon Kings. Since you’re not attacking, I’ll take the initiative to find you.”

Andrew looked disgusted. He waved his hand, and a space portal appeared out of thin air. Then, he walked into the portal, arriving at Beelzebub's territory—the reason he could open the portal was because he had just locked onto Beelzebub's location.

Beelzebub was shocked to see Andrew walk in: “How is this possible? You can actually lock onto my location from afar, and forcibly teleport to my world?”

“What’s going on with your hell? Why do Demon Kings live in such a small, desolate subsidiary space?”

Andrew looked puzzled. Beelzebub's location was not in hell, but in a small space attached to hell. To be honest, this was very strange, like the owner of a castle living in a servant's room.

“No wonder the Intermediaries can't find the Demon Kings in hell. It turns out it’s because of this.”

Andrew narrowed his eyes. His intuition told him that this matter might be related to that powerful existence, because only that powerful existence could force the Demon Kings to leave hell.

What, the Demon Kings voluntarily left? Heh, do you believe that? Demon Kings can only exert their strongest power in hell.

“This is none of your business.”

Beelzebub snorted. He raised his hand, and hundreds of powerful demons surrounded Andrew. Then, he said, “You may have some ability, but you dare to enter my world; you're simply courting death.”

“Just this much?”

Andrew looked at the hundreds of demons and complained, “You’re too shabby, right? Any boss of a listed company has more subordinates than you. I, the King of Abilities, am willing to call you the shabbiest Demon King.”

“Nonsense, there are obviously more shabby Demon Kings than me, okay?”

Beelzebub said angrily. Andrew retorted, “So you also know you're shabby?”

“Kill him.”

Beelzebub couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted loudly. Hundreds of demons simultaneously raised their weapons and rushed fiercely towards Andrew.

“Ability, Repulsion.”

Andrew simultaneously used two abilities. Those ghost demons were directly torn apart under the action of the two forces. Even Beelzebub felt extremely uncomfortable.

Andrew's application of abilities never only involved the surface. Whether it was repulsion or attraction, he could control it with meticulous precision.

Beelzebub's current situation was that his head was being repelled, his torso was being attracted, his palms were being repelled, his arms were being attracted…, and not only that, the repulsion and attraction would also convert each other, which made it very difficult for Beelzebub to resist.

“You’re so weak.”

Seeing that Beelzebub couldn’t even block his ‘normal attack’ level of attack, Andrew couldn’t help but shake his head. The Demon Kings of this world were not only down and out, shabby, but also pathetically weak.

How should I put it? They didn’t look like Demon Kings at all, but rather like knockoffs.

Andrew didn’t use combined abilities, didn’t summon True Thousand Hands, didn’t use Law Following Speech, just ordinary ability attacks, of course, just ‘normal attacks.’

Andrew’s words made Beelzebub extremely angry. He roared, and his whole body turned into countless flies, carrying a green cloud of plague, rolling towards Andrew.

Andrew smiled disdainfully. Gravity and repulsion all disappeared, replaced by terrifying gravity. All the flies were fiercely pressed to the ground. Then, the ground collapsed frantically downwards, even the space was distorted.

Under such terrifying gravity, those flies were continuously crushed. Beelzebub's expression changed, and he hurriedly controlled the flies to re-merge, struggling to resist the gravity.

Andrew shook his head and pressed his palm down. Beelzebub continued to sink, and many places on his body burst open with blood, that was his body being crushed.

Suffering such a heavy blow, Beelzebub not only didn’t get angry, but instead laughed loudly against the gravity: “Human, you are indeed very strong, but your biggest mistake is underestimating me. I am a Demon King; how dare you underestimate me?”

“Are you talking about this?”

Andrew raised his hand, and a strange transparent fly was flying between his fingers. This transparent fly was very strange, and it kept spinning between his fingers, as if it were lost—Space Ability: Maze Technique.

Andrew said, “Beelzebub, you confronted me head-on, and secretly controlled this fly to sneak attack me.

This fly not only possesses the power of space, but also contains the strongest plague on your body. Once the fly touches me, I will die, right?”

Beelzebub’s laughter suddenly stopped. He shouted incredulously, “How do you know?”

“Because I saw the future. Okay, just kidding. It's not that I can't see it, but you're not qualified to let me open the Eye of the Future.”

Andrew said, “Beelzebub, next, you have two choices. One is to be beaten up by me, subjected to various tortures, and then surrender miserably.

The other is to surrender immediately now. We can drink tea together, chat, and spend a pleasant afternoon, uh, it’s good that it’s in the afternoon; if it were at night, it would easily cause misunderstandings.”

Beelzebub gritted his teeth and looked at Andrew, but he felt a burst of despair in his heart, because the gap was too great, he was completely crushed.