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

Chapters 538, 992, and 993: The idea of ​​creating the [Demon Engine]?

“Oh no, Mr. Blackheart Demon, I think you may have misunderstood me…”

Faced with the Blackheart Demon's merciless mockery and aggressive aura, Ultron remained completely unfazed, his voice still terrifyingly calm: "Of course, you also underestimated my abilities!"

He explained it to them very patiently, just like a conscientious elementary school teacher explaining a math problem to a naughty and unruly child in his class:
“My plan is not, as you think, to directly confront Mephisto head-on… Without a doubt, such a decision would be extremely foolish.”

Its wording carried a slight hint of awe for Mephisto's power, which calmed the raging anger in Blackheart's heart a little.

At least for now, the robot in front of him doesn't seem to be a complete idiot without a brain.

"Hmm? So what's your plan?" [Blackheart Demon] narrowed his eyes, his tone still full of distrust, but his feet betrayed him by not moving forward.

"It seems Mr. Blackheart Demon has already shown some interest in my plan? Isn't that right?"

'Ultron' shrugged smugly, then continued in a highly seductive tone, "The core of my plan lies in 'weakening'..."

"Do everything possible to weaken the power that Mephisto can mobilize in the real world, create chaos, and attract his attention, thereby creating a golden opportunity for you and your collaborators to take advantage of the situation..."

"An opportunity to confront the weakened Mephisto and attempt to seize the authority of Hell from him!!"

“Weaken his power…in the real dimension?” [Blackheart Demon] frowned even more, chewing on these two obviously disjointed words.

"Yes."

Ultron didn't keep them in suspense and stated the result directly: "I have mastered a special method that can perfectly combine demons and machines. This not only eliminates the problem of supplying power to the machines, but also maximizes their combat power..."

"What?! A fusion of demons and machines...?!"

After hearing Ultron's description, Blackheart's scarlet pupils couldn't help but contract slightly.

He glanced instinctively at the [mechanical legion] standing silently in the darkness behind 'Ultron', clearly the perfect vessel for demons.

But then he shook his head, somewhat uninterested, and said, "Although this method sounds good, it simply won't work!"

"Even if you could stuff demons into those tin cans, it wouldn't help. A demonic invasion of this scale can't be hidden from Kamar-Taj and that old monster, the Sorcerer Supreme... They definitely won't stand idly by!"

"At that point, forget about weakening Mephisto; we'll be facing the wrath of the Sorcerer Supreme and the entire group of arcane masters. This plan is a dead end!!"

This is the biggest concern in the heart of the "Blackheart Demon," and it is also the fundamental reason why he believes all plans to invade the "real dimension" will ultimately fail.

After all, there have been many precedents for this kind of thing.

He naturally didn't think that a mere 'robot' could accomplish what even the powerful 'Hell Lords' couldn't.

However, the reaction of the opposing 'Ultron' once again surprised him.

"No, they won't..."

'Ultron' seemed to have anticipated that 'Blackheart Demon' would say this, his tone filled with near-absolute confidence as he stated with absolute certainty:

"Trust me, the Ancient One and Kamar-Taj won't notice!!"

"Um?!"

Upon hearing this, [Black Heart Demon] was stunned. For the first time, a look of genuine contemplation appeared on his pale face, instead of pure anger.

He stared intently at Ultron's electronic eye, trying to find even the slightest bit of deception or deliberate exaggeration.

But all he saw was a cold, malevolent crimson.

"What...makes you so sure?"

Although he couldn't see the corresponding expression on the face of the steel mech in front of him, he could hear something unusual in its strange electronic synthesized voice.

The other party seemed quite certain that this method could fool the Ancient One and Kamar-Taj?
【Black Heart Demon】Although he often does stupid things, he still has some brains.

Ultron's words just now vaguely pointed to an angle he had never considered before.

And after calming down and thinking about it carefully, although the Hellstorm siblings are just as much of a bastard as him, their judgment shouldn't be this bad.
Could it be that those two bastards, the Hellstorm siblings, really weren't lying to me?
Can this tin can in front of me really help me take over [Hell]?
Clearly, the curiosity of the Blackheart Demon had been successfully piqued by Ultron, like a string being gently plucked by a large hand.

Hey! You machine bastard!

Thinking of this, the "Black-Hearted Demon," who was eager to know the answer, couldn't help but urge him on, but the sarcasm in his tone had noticeably diminished:
"Stop beating around the bush! Can't you just finish what you're saying...? Tell me now, what makes you think you can fool the Ancient One and Kamar-Taj, and how do you plan to weaken that old man Mephisto?!"

Seeing that the fish had finally taken the bait, Ultron's crimson eyes flickered slightly, and in a calm and unhurried voice, it cast out the ultimate bait, a bait brimming with deadly allure:

"First of all, please allow me to correct you, I am not called 'Machine Bastard', you can call me [Ultron]."

"Secondly..."

Ultron's voice rose slightly, tinged with the pride of showcasing his achievement: "The core technology I have mastered is an art of fusion that transcends the understanding of this era, capable of fundamentally 'deceiving' the rules of this dimension."

"Simply put, I can perfectly combine the dark power of demons with sophisticated, powerful, and infinitely replicable mechanical creations!!"

"During the fusion process, the 'source essence' of these demons will be perfectly wrapped, shielded, and even 'rewritten' to a certain extent by the mechanical structure."

"At the same time, I will endow them with special attributes, allowing them to rely on purely mechanical bodies and 'legally' remain in the real world."

"And the detection spells of Kamar-Taj will not detect anything unusual about them; they just look like a bunch of slightly special... crazy robots."

"Unless they actively reveal their true demonic nature, or are foolish enough to provoke the Ancient One in person, even if they stand in front of the arcane masters of Kamar-Taj, they will not be able to detect their demonic nature."

Ultron's electronic voice seemed to carry a hint of fanaticism: "And I will name these perfect killing machines, created by demons and machines, collectively—[Demon Engine]!!!"

It paused, then added its most convincing point: "Besides, humans in the real world are frantically building war machines to kill each other... so what's so surprising about a few more 'special' robots getting involved? Chaos is the best cover!!!"

[Black Heart Demon] fell completely silent this time. He stood there, his pale fingers unconsciously rubbing his chin, and his scarlet eyes flashed incessantly.

The description of 'Ultron' is simply too absurd, yet it is logically consistent and hits the deepest desire in his heart... to find a way to successfully bypass Kamar-Taj and harvest human souls on a large scale in the real dimension!
The image of the Hellstorm siblings flashed through his mind again.

It seems they really weren't lying to me this time?

Faced with such a huge temptation, and a perfect solution that even his father, Mephisto, couldn't find, he couldn't help but get a little carried away!
A moment later, [Blackheart Demon] slowly raised his head, looked at 'Ultron' opposite him, and said in a solemn tone: "Machine Mix... Ah, [Ultron], before we begin cooperation, I need to see proof first!!"

…………

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Mephisto's exclusive Hell Dimension.

There is no sky, no earth, only endless, rolling scarlet clouds and burning sulfur rivers.

A tower-like structure, built from twisted, agonizing human flesh and bones, stands at the edge of the field of vision.

The air was thick with despair, pain, and insatiable greed.

A colossal throne, constructed from obsidian, bones, and still-writhing flesh, stands at the heart of this infernal landscape.

On the throne sat an elderly man dressed in magnificent clothes, with two horns on his head and a meticulously groomed goatee.

His face wore a smile that appeared benevolent but was actually brimming with endless malice and cunning… It was none other than Mephisto, one of the Lords of Hell!!

At this moment, the Hell Lord, known for his 'deception', was leisurely picking at his ear with his long fingernails, as if he had just heard a not-so-funny joke.

He drooped his eyelids and looked down impatiently at the black figure kneeling on one knee below the throne, with an almost fawning smile on his face—his son, Blackheart Demon, who was never very reliable and had a treacherous and useless son.

"My foolish, always daydreaming son..."

Mephisto's voice is like a venomous snake gliding across silk, sending chills down your spine in the blink of an eye.

"You just said... you plan to borrow my most elite demon army and take it to the real world to hold some kind of bullshit grand 'killing party'?!"

He spread his hands out in an exaggerated gesture, as if he had heard the funniest thing ever.

"【Black-hearted Demon】, are you kidding me?"

"Do you remember why I sent you to the real world? It was to track down that audacious thief who dared to steal my [Spirit of Vengeance]... not to come up with this brain-dead invasion plan for me!!"

"Sending troops into the real world... It's no exaggeration to say that this is the most foolish plan I've heard of in the last few thousand years."

Mephisto's voice suddenly turned shrill, and the hellfire around the throne surged. "Haven't you heard how badly that idiot Marduk Kurios was beaten and how much he lost when he tried to invade the real world last time?"

"If you have the energy, you'd better hurry up and finish the task I gave you, because my patience is very limited..."

"No matter the cost, I must find that bastard who stole my [Spirit of Vengeance], and I will devour his soul alive!!"

But to everyone's surprise, faced with Mephisto's thunderous rage and merciless mockery, Blackheart's smile did not diminish at all. He seemed to have no intention of backing down at all, and instead became even more "sincere".

He raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Mephisto, and continued his fervent persuasion, his voice burning with fervor: "No, Father, please listen to me, this time it's truly completely different..."

He excitedly waved his thick, spiked arms. In Hell, he had reverted to his original form, now a black demon covered in sharp, spiky hair, with a thick tail hanging down behind him.

"Although I haven't found that damned thief's whereabouts during this time, I have encountered another very important key figure, a special being who calls himself the [Dimensional Blacksmith]!"

What the heck is "Dimensional Blacksmith"?

Mephisto curled his lip, his goatee twitching, revealing an extremely disdainful expression. He waved at Blackheart with little interest and said, "Where did you get this crappy title from?"

"Father, that's not the point. What it is or what it's called doesn't matter. What matters is its ability..."

[Blackheart Demon] raised his head, his gaze fixed on [Mephisto] on the throne, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "That [Dimensional Blacksmith] possesses an incredible technology that can perfectly and without side effects fit the demons of [Hell] into human-made mechanical shells!"

"This allows them to perfectly evade Kamar-Taj's magical detection and remain on Earth for an extended period of time."

Throughout the conversation, he subtly observed Mephisto's expression. Upon seeing a fleeting hint of surprise in the old man's eyes on the throne, Blackheart intensified his efforts, his voice becoming increasingly seductive as he continued:

"Think about it, Father! If we succeed, we can easily build a massive, demon-driven mechanical army in the real world—the [Demon Engine Legion]!"

"They can walk openly among humans, participate in human wars, and commit massacres, reaping countless human souls for our [hell]... uh, for your [hell]!!"

"And the most important thing is..."

At this point, [Black Heart Demon] deliberately lowered his voice, as if he were sharing a shocking secret and that if he raised his voice even slightly, others would hear him.

"With their technology, the demon's aura can be perfectly concealed by the machinery. Neither Kamar-Taj nor the Ancient One can detect their true identities."

"We can harvest countless delicious human souls without any scruples... and all souls will be under your control! Returning to this [Hell], without having to worry about being attacked by the Ancient One and those meddlesome sorcerers of [Karmar-Taj]."

However, such words alone were clearly not enough to sway the cunning and shrewd Mephisto.

He leaned forward slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the throne. His cunning eyes, slightly narrowed, kept scanning the [Blackheart Demon] below, as if trying to find any trace of deception in some subtle movement or expression.

As a figure known for his scheming and intrigue among the Lords of Hell, how could he possibly believe in such a windfall?
But this time, the Blackheart Demon met its gaze without fear, showing no sign of backing down.

(End of this chapter)