A thunderbolt as big as a bowl came crashing down.
Be it the Twenty-Eight Mansions, the Super Power Sect, or even the puppeteer standing by, they all retreated one after another, their bodies leaning back unconsciously, staring at the Book of Heaven in horror.
Others might be able to comfort themselves that these were special effects or attack combos within the formation, but the Twenty-Eight Mansions, which were well-informed and able to communicate with the outside world at any time, had already received the report on global weather anomalies from the Nishinomiya team. So they didn't even have to doubt or deny themselves, and immediately determined that the Book of Heaven's Path must be related to Heaven's Path.
But to them, although Satan is hateful to the human world, to the Heavenly Dao, he has only used wrong reasoning to come to the wrong answer, thus foolishly questioning and challenging the existence of the Heavenly Dao. If that were the case, the Heavenly Dao would be angry and kill people, and the Twenty-Eight Mansions would have to speed up the research of measures to counter the Heavenly Dao.
There are so many atheists among ordinary people in the world. If the Heavenly Dao learns to be like God and creates a flood that exterminates all life, the disaster caused will be a million times more terrible than that of the super-power sects.
In the center of the thunder, the usually arrogant Satan trembled in fear. Faced with such great power, he had given up the idea of resisting.
At this time, he had already found the part belonging to the son of Satan in the world's rules. After a brief review, he realized that he had been deceived by Satan for a thousand years. He was so angry that he wanted to fight Satan himself.
He quickly wrote a few lines, inserted them into Mian Yin's mental link, and asked Mian Yin to help read them out. He controlled the thunder to strike, and it did not hit Satan, but hit the projection screen in front of the platform. The screen that originally displayed the score crackled a few times, and the scene of the lowest level of hell appeared.
It was a pretty little devil with red lips and white teeth. The pepper-red tips of its black curly hair held a string of flowers made of magma. It tiptoed excitedly on the stones along the way, skipping all the way to the deepest and magnificent Demon King's Palace.
"Your Highness?" The puppeteer blurted out, and suddenly found that everyone's eyes were shifted to him. He smiled awkwardly, "Back then, the Son of Satan was not as annoying as he is now. My God's believers still called him Your Highness."
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Until He killed his father and ascended to the throne, becoming a demigod, and sent the first three heroes who had followed Satan in his battles to the human world, the "little prince" who used to be respectful and intimate suddenly disappeared. Frightened by His majesty, the demons only dared to call Him "my Lord" or "my God" to his face, and called him "Son of Satan" very impolitely behind his back.
It was only after the Son of Satan deprived his father of his position that he followed his father's example, with his entire body covered in flames. He no longer appeared in front of people in this manner, and the puppeteer could not help but say his former title.
Of course, this is also because the puppeteer is certain that the son of Satan will be punished by heaven, so he relaxes his mind for a while and becomes fearless because of this.
The image projected on the screen continues.
[The little devil ran into the Demon King's palace, called out "Father God" clearly, and holding the Elen lotus seeds that he had collected at the bottom of the magma, which could help heal wounds, he rushed straight to the innermost bedroom of the corridor of the hall.
He was barefoot and seemed to be walking along the route very familiarly, but he stopped in confusion halfway through.
The surrounding environment changed accordingly. The so-called corridors, paintings, and red carpets all disappeared as if they had faded. In the end, only a void remained, and the god Satan wrapped in heavy flames at the top.
“You’re here.”
God says, with a tone of twisted malice.]
The puppeteer gasped.
He suddenly realized what was going to happen next. It was hard for him to accept. His eyes widened and he subconsciously took two steps towards the Satanic Slime. Then, he stepped back three steps.
Luo Bozi also saw the key to the problem. His throat was throbbing, his eyes were quite shocked, his mind was turning rapidly, he secretly pinched the civet cat's sleeve and whispered to him: "You knew it a long time ago?"
Li Hua nodded silently.
Luo Bozi: “Hiss——”
Others: “…”
What are you talking about? This isn't Gotham. The Riddler is not welcome here!
Fortunately, this confusion did not last long. Soon, the god Satan in the picture began to talk about himself incessantly. The content was so rich that even the swordsman who was curled up in the cat litter box was shocked.
[…This is my unique demonic territory. Even the heavens cannot penetrate it.]
When God Satan said this, he touched his son's beautiful pointed horns with pity, his eyes were gentle, but his tone was cold.
"My father and I can finally have a good talk."
The Son of Satan nods in confusion.]
"Impossible!" Satan screamed, his tone quite hysterical, "How could you possibly break through the boundaries of the God-level realm! I have developed several realms, and this one is the most perfect one. It will never be broken through!"
Mian Yin snorted and laughed, seemingly disdainful of the so-called domain, but in fact she was listening to Tian Dao muttering: "I really can't break through the demon domain, otherwise I would be most concerned about Satan, the god who makes trouble all the time, how could I not even notice such a small move - but I can retrieve the memory of the son of Satan through the rules of heaven and earth. The son of Satan has already died, so of course his memory has returned to heaven and earth. I never thought that Satan would do this before, but as long as he wants to verify it, how could there be no way at all."
And the projection continues.
[“The reproduction of Hell’s demons is mainly based on self-division. The offspring born from the division are often more talented than their own relatives. This is also the reason why Hell can withstand the continuous suppression of the God Realm and survive in such a dangerous environment.”
"My son, you should have known about this a long time ago."]
Satan spoke slowly and leisurely, as if he was teaching his son. His tone and expression formed a sharp contrast with the panic-stricken slime in reality, which made everyone look at him sideways.
[The Son of Satan nods proudly.
Although he looked at Satan with admiration and worship, it was obvious that the young boy felt very proud that his future achievements might be even more powerful than his father who had become a god.
Satan chuckled.
"It's a pity that you were not born from the splitting of this god - but the son of God that I personally gave birth to after carrying him for ten years."]
Puppet Master: “Ah?”
Sword Master: "No wonder I thought my god got fat during that time!"
Tang Aibai: "Wait, isn't this guy a man?"
This time it was Wodi who answered him. Having read many books about hell and received popular science education from the sword master, he knew a lot about hell: "The demons in hell are different from humans. There is no gender distinction - of course they still have similar organs, and succubi can -"
Kong Xiuwen interrupted him: "There are minors here. If you need to mute them, please mute them. Thank you."
Li Hua blinked innocently.
Wodi coughed lightly, pretending he didn't hear Tiandao's laughter, and quickly concluded: "Anyway, the gender they show is just a choice they made after transforming into human form, and they can change it at any time."
The puppeteer flicked his long blond curly hair and said, "Yes, that's it."
“…”
While they were talking, the images on the projection screen were still playing. The son of Satan was shocked and speechless. He first suspected that his father God was joking, and then he repeatedly asked where his other relative was. His tone was innocent and matter-of-fact, and it was obvious that he had not thought about why Satan told him this.
In the picture, although Satan is wrapped in heavy hellfire, one can still see the strange compassion in His eyes.
[“Maybe I protected you too well.”
He sighed, not as if he was sad, but rather with a sense of secret joy.
“If the gods knew that their son was like this, even if his soul was torn apart, he would probably use the last bit of his strength to fight me to the death, right?”
"Ah?! This is impossible!"
This time the scream came from the cat toy.
Tiandao, who had already established a revolutionary friendship with the cat toy that was unique to chatterboxes, patted the cat toy's sphere and comforted it, "Don't worry, it's not what you think. Although the God of Heaven is not a good person, He has always looked down on Satan. How could He - cough."
"Satan stole a wisp of his consciousness during the fight, mixed it into his own body, and created a child. His purpose was to connect the child's life with the God through the blood curse, so that if he killed the child, he could seriously injure or even kill the God at the same time."
Mian Yin, who also heard these words, raised her eyebrows slightly.
And Satan was telling this story to his own son.
He spoke in a high-sounding manner, for the sake of hell, for the sake of demons who were not discriminated against, and so on and so forth, but in the end, his true colors were revealed.
[“I never thought that, even though I was ready to kill you and seriously injure the gods, the gods were actually plotted against by the heavens, and the entire divine realm and countless gods perished together with them.”
Satan is an understatement.
"In theory, you can survive this way, but you have inherited my succubus bloodline. When you reach adulthood, you will be exposed to the public. Wouldn't that tarnish my reputation? It is better to carry out the original plan. By the way, you can do me a small favor."
After he said this, without waiting for the Son of Satan to react, he suddenly withdrew his domain and vomited blood from his mouth.
The Son of Satan was shocked. The worldview he had built up over a hundred years collapsed overnight. The once gentle and kind Father God suddenly became a murderer who wanted to kill him. This made him completely stunned. However, even so, when he saw Satan suddenly seriously injured and vomiting blood, his first reaction was to rush forward with the Elian lotus seed, hoping that "maybe the Father God was joking with me", and wanted to save his father.
A sneer appeared on Satan's face.
The next second, the palace of the devil collapsed, accompanied by a loud bang, and all the demons at the bottom of hell saw the bloody Satan and the son of Satan rushing towards him with a sword in hand. Under the gaze of countless demons, the hell godhead belonging to Satan was shattered, and boundless hellfire rose to the sky.
When the flames gradually died down, above the Demon King's Palace that was almost razed to the ground, only the Lord of Hell, whose body was bathed in flames, was left. With a wave of his hand, he pieced together the throne of the Demon King's Palace and restored it to its original appearance.
"I am the son of Satan, the current Lord of Hell," He said, "Demons from all directions, come and see me."]
Li Hua's gaze moved to the bottom of the throne.
There, a sword lay on the ground, soaked in bright red blood. After a moment, the transfiguration failed and it gradually turned into an Ellen lotus seed, buried in flames and dust in the deepest part of hell.
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