The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapter 226 Chapter 368 Chapter 369 The Devil's Daughter, New Clues

Damon Hellstorm was very curious about what role this young man in front of him wanted to play in this special event that involved two powerful forces, Heaven and Hell.
Are you just a bystander?
Or is it a certain side... oh no, to be more precise, it should be the helpers of [Heaven]?

Or maybe... he's a speculator who sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight, waiting to reap the benefits?
however.

Karl didn't answer his question, but instead instructed Frank and the others with a playful smile:

"Help him unlock his shackles... If he shows any signs of dishonesty while carrying out his mission, just kill him."

"Yes!"

"understand!"

Frank and Logan Howlett both showed an eager look on their faces.

Then the latter used the [Adamantium Wolf Claws] that popped out from his fists and cut off the enchanted chains that bound Damon Hellstorm's arms as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Damon Hellstorm shook his sore arms and followed Carl and the other two out of the cell with a complicated expression.

"Wait a moment, sir, could you please take me with you?"

At this moment, a pitiful female voice suddenly rang out from the cell next door, "Compared to my brother, I'm actually better at finding out information..."

"I've had enough of this boring, awful place. As long as you take me away from here, I'll do whatever you ask me to do... Hehe, I'm still a virgin!!"

Obviously, the person who spoke was Daemon Hellstorm's biological sister - [Daughter of Satan] Satana Hellstorm!

Oh, I forgot to mention that before she was caught, she was a notorious lunatic... the kind who killed people without blinking an eye.

"Satana, stop messing around."

Daemon Hellstorm hurried to the door of another cell and, through the narrow viewing window, spoke to the silver-haired girl inside, who was also trapped by enchanted chains and a magic circle:

"Don't worry, after I complete my mission, I will definitely come back as soon as possible to take you away from here!!"

"Brother, I'm so scared. Please don't abandon me. Please don't leave me here alone..."

The girl's red lips opened slightly, and the sobbing and pleading voice of the girl was heard again in the cell, which made people feel pity inadvertently.

However, when she slowly raised her head, she could see clearly that there was no emotion at all on her beautiful and delicate face hidden by her silver hair, as if the person who was asking for help at this moment was not her.

Yo, this is also a...contrast bitch?

"Hey...Satana, I'm serious, this might be our only chance to get out of here!"

Daemon Hellstorm is extremely troubled by his sister who loves to play pranks.

But now is obviously not a good time for her to be willful.

If this angered Carl, he would miss the opportunity to escape from the Vatican's imprisonment.

I'm afraid that these two brothers and sisters will spend the rest of their lives in prison.

"How funny, brother, you're actually going to help a human to ruin Dad's plan?"

Satana Hellstorm narrowed her purple eyes, which were filled with charm, and said sarcastically with an expressionless face:

"Let's not even talk about whether that human has the guts to go against Father... You wouldn't have forgotten so quickly how those defenders of the Church have abused us in the name of purification over the years, have you?"

"Just like this...you still dare to trust humans?"

"In my opinion, instead of pinning our hopes on these humans, it would be more reliable to hope that Dad will suddenly have a change of heart one day and lead an army to rescue us."

Obviously, after experiencing years of imprisonment and inhuman torture at the hands of the Vatican, this "half-demon" girl had completely lost her trust and affection for humans.

The cry for help just now was just a pretense on her part to tease everyone.

"Satana, we are also human..."

Damon Hellstorm spoke earnestly, but he knew in his heart that no matter what he said now, he would not be able to ease his sister's heart knot, so he decisively turned around and followed Carl and the other two out.

Listening to the footsteps gradually receding outside the cell, Satana Hellstorm, who had been expressionless, suddenly muttered softly with slightly red eyes:

"Haha, I knew it, brother, you're just as unreliable as our bastard dad!"

However, just when she felt that she was abandoned by her family again, a loud quarrel suddenly broke out outside the cell.

"Ah, Mr. Mara, you...how could you release this son of the devil without the consent of the Holy See?"

In the passage, when Bishop Warren McCoy saw Damon Hellstorm following behind Carl, he was like a frightened cat.

The fat body jumped behind a clergyman with a flexible posture that was extremely inconsistent with its size.

Then he carefully poked out his big round head and said:
"This is just nonsense..."

As soon as he said this, Bishop Warren McCoy felt three sharp gazes like blades locked on him in an instant.

It was Frank and the other two who were behind Carl.

The suffocating feeling made his heart tighten, and he immediately realized that he had just said the wrong thing, so he quickly smiled and changed his words:
"Ah, sorry, I mean you don't know. The Church spent a lot of effort to capture this pair of Satan's sons, so..."

Carl waved his hand to interrupt the other person and said expressionlessly: "I need to use his understanding of demons to track down clues."

"Also...after the mission is over, I will take these two people away directly."

"Ah this?!"

Bishop Warren McCoy was stunned. You know, the Hellstorm siblings are a very taboo even within the Holy See.

The Pope even regarded the two of them as the best weapons to win over the Cardinals (also known as Purple Cardinals) who have the right to vote in different factions!

Could anything be more convincing than the fact that, under the guidance of the Pope, the Holy See successfully suppressed two "Sons of Satan"?

So even though Bishop Warren McCoy didn't want to offend Carl, he had no choice but to remind him.

"Mr. Mara, these two [Sons of Satan] are of great significance to the Holy See. The Pope will definitely not agree to your request..."

But before he could finish his words, Karl, who was walking towards him, suddenly stopped, looked at him with cold eyes and said:
"Bishop McCoy, I think you may have misunderstood something... I'm not seeking your opinion or that of the Holy See. I'm simply informing you of my decision."

After saying that, Carl swaggered out of the dungeon with Frank and the other two.

When Frank passed in front of Bishop Warren McCoy, he stretched out his hand and made a cutting gesture in front of his neck, indicating that if the other party dared to disrespect his boss again, he would chop off his head!

Although Logan Howlett had only been a member for a short time, he felt a growing sense of belonging to the Subspace Group. He raised his right fist and then slowly raised the wolf claw in the middle to greet the other party's family using the international hand gesture.

These two people are the type of people who kill without blinking an eye.

They didn't care at all whether the fat man in front of them was a bishop or a pope.

Anyway, as long as Carl gives the order, the other party will become a dead man immediately! !

So...what do I care about your identity?

Among the few people, Damon Hellstorm behaved the most normally.

Although he really wanted to teach this fat guy who had whipped him and his sister a lesson.

But he was afraid that this would anger Carl, so he suppressed the anger in his heart.

However, when he saw Carl's tough attitude towards the Vatican and Frank and Logan Howlett's undisguised threats, he felt a sense of relief. At the same time, he also became more convinced of Carl's previous promise.

"Ah... Could it be that what that man said was true? He really wants to rescue us!"

After listening to the conversation outside the cell, the expression on Satana Hellstorm's face gradually changed... from initial suspicion to expectation and curiosity!
"Hehehe, I didn't expect to meet such an interesting man in such a ghost place?"

"Brother, I'll trust your judgment just this one last time... But I'm really looking forward to it. Will that human dare to attack that asshole dad in the end?"

"Ah, how abominable! He didn't even let me see what he looks like. Is he handsome?!"

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【New York】.

【Wall Street】.

A high-end club not open to the public.

"Damon, are you sure we can find any clues related to the blacksmith here?"

Frank and Logan Howlett looked at the magnificent hall in front of them, and could not associate it with the word "dwarf blacksmith".

"Don't be impatient yet."

Daemon Hellstorm smiled and explained, "I know where to find clues about the dwarven blacksmith.

But as Mr. Mara mentioned before, before we officially start the operation, we'd better first find out why those demons under my father chose to launch the operation at this time? "

"And within this demon club, there are several ancient demons who have settled on Earth long ago. They are very well-informed."

When Carl was mentioned, Damon Hellstorm couldn't help but reveal a look of disbelief on his face.

He never imagined that the other party could even summon the secret master of Kamar-Taj!

With just a casual phone call, a portal was opened directly there, sending the three of them from [Fantigan] to [New York]!
Moreover, it is not difficult to see from the admiring gaze of the female mage that this man has a very high status and influence even in Kamar-Taj.

It's so terrifying...

Damon Hellstorm suddenly realized that during the years when he and his sister were imprisoned, a huge figure seemed to have risen in the outside world.

But the more this is the case, the more he must seize the opportunity this time!

"A club run by the devil?"

Frank and Logan Howlett couldn't help but show surprise on their faces.

No, are all demons so rich?

"Excuse me, gentlemen, we don't accept customers other than members here..."

At this time, a middle-aged man with a bald head came over at the front desk, with a cold look on his face, and was about to expel the three people.

But when he saw the face of Damon Hellstorm standing behind Frank, his expression suddenly changed 180 degrees. He bowed slightly, smiled brightly and said:

"Welcome to our shop, Mr. Hellstorm! We haven't seen you in a long time."

"Haha, I was away on a long trip... but Henry, you look the same as always."

Daemon Hellstorm lied without blushing, then glanced in the direction of the restaurant. "But I came here in a hurry today and didn't have time to reserve a table in advance."

"Sir, you don't need to make a reservation with your status. We are always waiting for you." The middle-aged man named Henry then led the three of them to the restaurant and sat down.

In the huge restaurant, there were only three or five tables of guests.

Although these people all have normal human appearance, if you get close and smell them carefully, you can smell a strong smell of sulfur from them.

That is a special "brand" that all demons have, which cannot be erased by any means.

When the humanoid demons saw Frank and Logan Howlett, they subconsciously sniffed and then frowned in disgust.

Obviously, they have been identified as humans.

But then when they saw Damon Hellstorm, the expressions on their faces changed as quickly as the waiter Henry before.

"Isn't this Damon?"

An elderly lady at the next table, decked out in jewels, said in surprise, "I've almost forgotten the last time I saw you."

Damon Hellstorm did not rush to speak, but first glanced at the situation around him, and then responded with a smile after sitting down.

"I was working somewhere else before...but when I came back this time, I was hoping to see many old friends here, but it seems that there are no people here anymore?"

"Agnes, did something big happen while I was away?"

Before the old woman could speak, an old man in a suit who was reading a newspaper and sitting behind Damon Hellstorm said without turning his head:
"Young man, although you carry the noble blood of the Demon King, you are still young and perhaps unfamiliar with the coming moment... Every thousand years, we become extremely nervous during the same period of time."

"Many of us have already left for safer places. I will also leave here in two days."

Daemon Hellstorm asked with a confused look on his face: "Edwin, you just said that a moment is coming. What exactly do you mean?"

"I can't tell you that. You'll know when the time comes."

The old man in the suit was obviously afraid of something, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but add:
"But I can give you a piece of advice. That is to hide as far away as possible during the near future... It would be best if you could just leave America."

"Edwin is right." The old woman named Agnes took a sip of coffee and said meaningfully:

"We know what you want to ask, but even if someone knows the answer, they won't tell you... You can only find the answer yourself in the book!!"

"Alright." Daemon Hellstorm stood up somewhat disappointedly. "Although I didn't get the news I wanted, I still want to thank you, my old friends!"

He then left the restaurant with Frank and Logan Howlett.

"No... is this the end?"

After leaving the club, Logan Howlett, who wasn't very good at thinking, couldn't help but ask, "What were you guys talking about just now?"

Frank, perceptive enough to sense something unusual, said uncertainly, "Could the events those two old demons were describing be related to the events Necrodamus was secretly planning?"

"It's indeed possible... No, it's more likely."

Damon Hellstorm said with a serious expression, "Although we are still unclear about what will happen, we can be sure that this matter is far more serious than we previously anticipated!"

"But fortunately, Agnes finally gave me a clue..."

Frank blurted out, "You mean, the [book] she mentioned?"

Damon Hellstorm looked at the other person in surprise. He didn't expect that this seemingly rough man could be so thoughtful.

"Yes, I now know where our next stop should be... and that's where we'll find the whereabouts of the dwarven blacksmith."

After saying that, he took out his cell phone and skillfully dialed a long string of numbers.

(End of this chapter)