American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 137 The Glory of the Cross! King of Hell!
The air in the abandoned factory was filled with the smell of rust and rotting flesh.

Madison's brain felt like it was filled with lead, so heavy she couldn't lift her head. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and each struggle to open them felt like trying to lift a mountain.

Even if you force yourself to open your eyes.

Madison could feel a crimson glow before his eyes.

This was certainly not blood red in a figurative sense—her forehead was indeed broken, and warm blood flowed down her brow bone, blurring her vision in her right eye.

"Damn it! What's wrong with me?"

Madison's groggy mind made it impossible for her to remember anything. She blinked, trying to shake off the sticky liquid, but it only made the discomfort in her eyes worse.

The damp, musty smell mixed with the stench of blood filled my nostrils.

This caused the fourteen-year-old girl's stomach to convulse.

"I'm a minor Hollywood child star. I can make movies and TV series. As for Category III films, maybe I'll consider that when I'm old and frail, having lost my looks and living on the streets due to drug abuse... Please, don't cut off my kidneys!" Madison shouted hoarsely, driven by her survival instincts.

No one responded.

The only answer she received was the crackling of the burning candle.

Twelve black candles formed a perfect circle, and she was bound to a stone platform at the center of the circle. Magical patterns were displayed on the ground around her, as if these patterns were preliminary runes for some kind of ritual.

Madison's drowsy state was related to this; despite the absence of anyone around her, a cacophony of noises kept creeping into her mind.

Her temples throbbed.

Each heartbeat felt like someone was hammering her skull.

"Well"

"anyone there?"

A cold, hard sensation came from my back.

"I have to save myself!" Madison finally managed to open his eyes and found himself tied to a rough stone platform, his wrists and ankles aching from the water-soaked hemp rope.

Dim light shone down from above, casting distorted shadows on the concrete ground. She couldn't even remember that she was a witch; her mind was as if shrouded in a thick fog.

The only thing that kept her going was the conviction that she hadn't become a big star yet and shouldn't die in a place like this. However, due to her weak and powerless body, she couldn't cut the ropes with her nail polish.

"Although I can't remember which movie it was, there must be a movie where this works..." Madison's sources of common sense are indeed mostly movies and TV shows.

She was puzzled.

And right now.

"Da~da~da~"

The sound of footsteps came.

Heavy, slow, with a kind of inhuman rhythm. Madison's breath caught in his throat, his pupils dilating to their limit in the dim light, until a huge silhouette emerged from the shadows.

Bull head.

personal.

The nearly three-meter-tall body cast a distorted shadow under the dim light.

But something still feels off.

The minotaur's body looked like it had been clumsily pieced together; his left arm was thicker than his right, his skin was of varying shades, and the black lines at the seams resembled a grotesque centipede.

The most bizarre thing was the head—it looked like the head of a white-legged bison.

However, it had bronze horns, amber eyes, and a sulfurous odor emanating from its nostrils—a stark contrast to the human corpse pieced together below.

"Don't come any closer!" Madison, who was tied up, looked terrified. She struggled frantically, her wrists and ankles bleeding from the rough hemp rope.

Madison let out a broken scream.

The Minotaur demon quickly raised a finger and pressed it against its hideous mouth.

"Shh-"

It made a shushing gesture.

The voice, low and cautious like muffled thunder from the ground, was deliberately kept very soft: "Little witch who has been taken home by God Ian, you must not make a sound now."

While talking.

The Minotaur reached out to untie the knot on Madison's wrist, but the fingers, which didn't belong to the same owner, wouldn't cooperate. Madison watched as it tried three times but couldn't grab the end of the rope.

"My own body, no matter how I pieced it together, is not as perfect as the body that God Ian pieced together! Damn it!"

The minotaur muttered, its voice tinged with embarrassment. It tried again but failed, so it let out a low growl of irritation and spat out a small ball of sparks from its nostrils.

"What Pinduoduo body?" Madison felt something about to burst out of her mind, as if her memories were returning. She noticed that the Minotaur Demon only had three fingers on its right hand.

Moreover, they clearly came from different people, with skin colors ranging from pale to dark.

"What exactly are you?" Madison, whose memory was in disarray, was very sensitive to the words "Ian God" and "Pinduoduo." She stopped struggling and just stared intently at the huge demon.

"It seems this thing has affected your memory." With that, the minotaur used its six legs to wipe away a corner of the complex magic circle on the ground.

This is the drawback of using human blood to draw magic circles.

It is easily damaged.

It was nowhere near as good as the "Ian Magic Circle" idea of ​​turning black dog blood into quick-drying paint. Suddenly, Madison thought of a lot of knowledge, and her eyes immediately became clear.

At the same time, the magic circle was damaged.

She immediately felt the low ringing in her ears disappear.

The brain quickly resumed functioning.

"Do you remember me? I am Baal the Abyss Barrel, the trash can that Ian God can't live without." The Minotaur continued trying to untie the ropes binding Madison.

It began to test whether Madison was still Madison, using a tentative tone.

Ian God?
Madison blinked.

The Minotaur Baal continued to speak, offering reminders.

“A little earlier, you took me from the ruins of Ian’s house, and you even tried to make a wish on me, asking me to turn M&M’s into the illegal Happy Beans for you.”

It is helping Madison awaken dormant memories.

have to say.

Outstanding effect.

The memory areas in Madison's brain were suddenly activated.

More memories flooded back, one scene after another flashing before her eyes—the place was a mess, and she packed up her classmate's belongings from the ruins, intending to boast about it the next day.

She found her parents.

He even performed the magic he had just learned for them—real magic, not street tricks. Amidst his parents' gasps of amazement, Madison recalled how he had fought his way through the crowd to get his parents to the official shelter.

"I shouldn't have listened to you, saying I could use those monsters invading the city to film my own personal hero special!" Madison suddenly remembered everything.

She was supposed to stay in the shelter with her parents, but she was tempted by the devil to go out and become a star superhero. However, she was hit on the head while posing for the camera.

It was in a restaurant.

The lighting was dim, and the customers were eerily quiet. As she approached the bar, everyone turned to look—their eyes were all completely black, with no whites.

At the beginning.

Madison thought the lucky people she had saved were contact lens enthusiasts, but then she was ambushed and the last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was that they called her the Supreme Witch.

And... the murderer who killed the eldest son has been found.

"That book! Yes! They took that book!"

Madison's eyes widened suddenly, all the memories flooding back. She turned to stare at the cobbled-together minotaur beside her: "And you! You betrayed us the moment you were picked up from the ground!"

In flashbacks of memory.

Madison remembers that the bull-headed creature, which only had a head, betrayed her faster than she could remove her makeup.

Without the slightest hesitation.

In this regard.

Baal, the Minotaur, was not ashamed; he even smiled slightly and subconsciously straightened his back—a movement that made his cobbled-together body creak ominously.

"What I did was to assess the situation and endure hardship; it was true cunning!" it said in a low voice, righteously. "You know, those ghostly things are not human."

“They are demons, demons far more powerful than me, demons who make deals at crossroads. If I want to save you, I have no choice but to use the wisdom I learned from God Ian to become a double agent and infiltrate them.”

"Look, I've seized the opportunity and am waiting for the right moment to strike." For a warrior-type demon, being able to use intelligence is indeed something that makes the minotaur demon very happy.

It became more and more excited as it spoke.

The sparks nearly burned Madison's bangs.

Do you know how expensive my bangs are?

Madison twisted his head and quickly dodged.

She couldn't argue.

I just felt that the other party's logic was damnably reasonable.

“You truly are Ian’s pet.” She raised her chin, trying to hide her earlier panic. “You do have some cleverness. I was just testing you.”

"Of course I understood that a long time ago." The young delinquent still liked to feign wisdom, but she didn't play any smart characters during her limited child star career.

She has basically been playing the role of a bitch since her debut.

Her acting roles are very consistent.

Horror films, dramas, comedies—without exception, the roles she plays all follow the same template: a vicious schoolgirl.

“A test? Only Ian God can test me!” The Minotaur Demon didn’t mock Madison; it simply retorted seriously before looking at the candles on the ground.

"Whoo~"

The intelligent bull-headed demon exhaled through its nose, igniting its own Pinduoduo-like fingers with sparks. Then, it successfully burned through the ropes binding Madison with its burning fingers.

"Zizzizi~"

The rope snapped.

Madison quickly rolled over and climbed down from the eerie stone platform.

"Sure enough, it feels great to use your brain more. Look how hot my hand is!" The Minotaur Demon raised his burning fingers, quite pleased with his current resourcefulness.

"You could have just used the candles on the ground..." Madison didn't have much to say about the demon who saved her; she just flexed her bloodied wrists.

"Where's my phone?"

In this inappropriate place.

The young delinquent girl is trying to take more pictures to accompany sad literature.

“You’d better praise me a few more times in front of God Ian,” Baal mumbled, his burning fingers dripping a thick green liquid that hissed and corroded the stone.

"no problem."

The young delinquent nodded quickly, still needing a favor from the devil Baal, "Can't you really turn my M&Ms into Happy Beans so I can sell them in Hollywood?"

Regarding the issue of drug use in Hollywood.

Everyone knows this.

Those wealthy celebrities offer much higher prices than outsiders.

"Please, I'm just a demon head, not Aladdin's lamp." Baal rolled his eyes dramatically, a rather comical expression for a minotaur.

Hear the words.

Madison pouted.

"Then spit out my M&Ms, the whole bottle! You didn't say that when you ate them." Her memory is now perfect, and she clearly knows what interaction had happened.

"Have you ever seen a trash can spew out trash?" Baal frantically rubbed the magic circle on the ground with his legs, as if trying to destroy the scene to avoid being discovered that he had been there.

after all.

After coming to the human world.

A demon that can walk on six legs is really rare.

Madison was about to retort when he suddenly heard an unusual noise in the distance, along with the chanting of incantations. Baal immediately tensed, his muscles bulging.

Each of its arms grabbed a weapon: a hoe, a hammer, and a mallet. Hearing the commotion outside, the little witch, like the demon Baal, became very nervous.

Have they returned?

Madison looked bewildered.

“It shouldn’t be this early.” Baal’s cloudy eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness. It listened intently for a moment, then shook its head, its horns drawing faint arcs in the air.

"Those guys are busy preparing a summoning ritual, trying to get their leader to set foot in the human world. They shouldn't be returning to this temporary nest before tonight."

The minotaur's voice sounded like muffled thunder emanating from deep within its chest. It had indeed infiltrated the demon organization and obtained a great deal of highly classified information.

"The leader of the demons?" Madison wrinkled his nose. "Is it Lucifer?"

Hear the words.

Baal scoffed, spitting out a few sparks. "That bunch of scum are unworthy to serve Lucifer. The leader of these demons is nothing more than a Crossroads Demon with some skill."

talking.

It flicked its tail dismissively—which was actually half a human spine with a tuft of hair hanging at the end, showing that it had a lot of imagination when it pieced its body together.

“We have to find Ian,” Madison said, biting his lip, a drop of blood seeping from the wound on his forehead as his expression changed. “He definitely knows how to deal with this kind of guy.”

The young delinquent always trusted Ian.

“God Ian definitely doesn’t like anyone touching his books. He will devour all the demons except me.” Baal’s confidence stemmed from his understanding of Ian.

There was still a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

When it mingled with the demons' ranks, it was often asked by the other demons why it was drooling. None of the demons knew that the Abyss Barrel just wanted to eat the scraps left over by Ian.

That's enough for it to evolve again.

Filled with excitement, the demon Baal led Madison cautiously toward the door. The corridor of the abandoned factory was like the intestines of some kind of giant beast, damp, dark, and exuding a stench of rust and rotting flesh.

Madison's feet were on the cold concrete floor.

Every step reminded her of the fear she had felt while lying on the altar.

The wound on my forehead throbbed with pain.

Blood clotted on his eyelashes, making his right eye's vision a little blurry.

Out of a sense of defensiveness.

The young delinquent girl raised her hand, ready to use magic at any moment.

however.

It just happened to be this time.

However, she found that she still couldn't access the magic within her body.

"No, what's going on?" Madison realized something was wrong and touched the back of his neck, where it looked like someone had carved some kind of symbol with a knife.

This was clearly a method to lock down Madison's magic; however, because she had not systematically studied magic, the little witch did not know how to break it.

"How can I restore my magic?"

She turned to the minotaur beside her for help.

only.

This is clearly asking the wrong person.

"I am a warrior from hell, and you ask me such a tricky question?" Baal did indeed have a lot of inherited knowledge related to magic, but it was all harmful rather than helpful.

At best, all it knows is that breaking Madison's neck might end the restraints Madison is under.

"Let's get out of here quickly..." Without any magic to protect her, Madison knew she was just a pretty girl with no strength, so she felt very insecure at this moment.

"Then let's hurry up."

Baal urged them on in a low voice from ahead.

The assembled corpse-shaped long legs made a dull thud as they struck the ground.

Madison quickened her pace.

"Bang bang bang~"

Suddenly, both she and the demon Baal heard a series of muffled thuds coming from the factory building on the right. Madison froze abruptly and instinctively snatched a hoe from Baal.

What? What sound?

A man and a demon were watching.

The iron gate of the factory building on the right suddenly creaked.

A flickering candlelight shone through the slightly ajar door.

obviously.

The initial noise and the commotion he had just heard were all coming from that unusual place. Baal made a shushing gesture and crept closer to the crack in the door.

This is no easy task for a creature with several disproportionately large legs.

"Could it be someone else who was kidnapped?"

Madison followed closely behind Barr, peering through the crack—and, just as she had guessed, there was indeed a man hanging in the center of the room.

It looked much more gruesome than when she was tied up.

"Help... me..."

The man struggled to tilt his head back.

My lips are dry.

He was chained by the wrists and hung from the ceiling like livestock in a slaughterhouse. His short blond hair was stained with blood and clumps of hair. His cheap, unbranded trench coat was already tattered.

"Ok."

Madison was about to go inside when she spoke.

However, the demon Baal raised an arm to stop him.

"No, I'm going to be a superhero and save people, so that when he's being interviewed by reporters, he can praise me a lot, and maybe I can be interviewed by reporters too."

“Have you seen Ian’s The Boys? I think I could be a star like that too.” Madison looked at the wary-looking Baal with some confusion.

"save him?"

The demon Baal scoffed, "He won't help you gain fame; on the contrary, he'll bring you misfortune and might even sell you to other demons in hell."

Its tone was firm.

Madison was somewhat taken aback.

"Abyss Barrel, do you know this guy?" Madison was a girl with high emotional intelligence, so she could keenly sense the heavy, clenched teeth in the demon Baal's tone.

“That’s John Constantine. No demon doesn’t know him.” Baal spat out the name through clenched teeth, as if he were swallowing a mouthful of rotten pus.

"John Constantine, whoever gets involved with him is doomed."

“Demons can be beasts, but Constantine is even worse than a beast.” With that, the minotaur pushed open the iron gate and strode to the man hanging below.

It tilted its head back and spat out a thick saliva, which landed precisely on Constantine's face and slowly slid down the high bridge of the exorcist's nose, a man disliked by both demons and humans.

In this regard.

Constantine was not annoyed.

He simply looked up at the little witch standing at the gate, clutching her hoe.

"Don't believe this devil's bewitching words, my sweetheart. You really need to save me. Only by saving me can everyone in the world survive... only then can we survive."

Constantine's voice was very hoarse.

It felt like I hadn't drunk water in a long time.

He struggled to twist his body, bound by chains, trying to find a comfortable position—which was quite difficult given his current situation.

“I am a good man, a very good man, John Constantine. My profession is exorcist. Just by hearing my profession, you should know how great I am, right?”

It's clear that Constantine is desperately trying to be saved.

He and the demon Baal were attacking each other.

In this regard.

Madison made his own judgment.

“This is my deskmate’s pet demon, so it should be a good demon.” After all, the demon Baal saved him and was Ian’s pet, so Madison naturally thought that the demon Baal couldn’t be too bad.

Hear the words.

Constantine's expression froze on his face.

"Are you sure? It's a minion of the Triple Demon, well, the lowest-ranking kind of minion." John Constantine was suspended in mid-air, his golden bangs stuck to his bleeding forehead.

Yet he still couldn't resist flashing his signature sarcastic smile.

"Shut up!"

The veins on the head of the native bull of Baal bulged, and two plumes of white smoke with a sulfurous smell spewed from its nostrils.

"You think I'm still the same as before? I'm now the Abyss Demon Barrel! I've found the road to prosperity! My future is limitless! I have the potential to become a great demon!"

"Look at the curve of my horns! I was born to be a demon lord!"

Its legs and arms twitched wildly, and it recounted to Constantine in a firm voice the psychological manipulation Ian had inflicted on it on him. The demon clearly believed it without a doubt.

Faced with the devil's rebuttal.

Constantine just sneered.

He ignored the demon's rebuttal and looked again at the bewildered little witch.

"Do you know what kind of guy Sangu Demon is? He's a truly infamous and terrifying being." Constantine's tone was serious, and his blue eyes were narrowed to slits.

Done.

Without waiting for the little witch's reply.

The man looked at the demon Baal again, his tone carrying a meaningful undertone, "I think you understand better than I do that betraying the Triple Demon will not end well."

This is clearly an attempt to make a deal with the devil using some means that might be used to evade the devil's revenge.

only.

Baal, however, seemed completely unfazed.

"Pah, pah, pah, who is the Three Palaces Demon? I really don't know him. I only know the Emperor of All Laws, Ian God—betraying Ian God, that's what will really end badly."

While reminiscing.

The demon Baal trembled with fear.

It is not afraid of the Triple Demon.

Instead, they were terrified of Ian, who was only fourteen years old.

In the heart of this demon.

Ian truly has the aura of a new ruler of hell.

"??????"

Constantine was completely dumbfounded.

This was different from what he thought.

"Heh, it seems you have no idea what God Ian is, but I know, I know very well." The minotaur demon said, raising several hands to pinch Constantine's chin.

Constantine stared directly into the eyes of the demon Baal.

“He’s a god, isn’t he? I’ve seen that boy too.” Constantine suddenly changed his tone, his voice becoming slick as he recalled the angel’s warning to him.

“Actually, Ian and I are on very good terms. We even had tea at Starbucks last time—” Constantine activated his special ability, attempting to scam the demon and the little witch.

"Is that so?"

Madison has a personality that makes him easily deceived.

She almost fell for it.

However, Baal, the demon who had always followed Ian, was different.

"I believe you ghost!"

Baal's native bullhead erupted in a deafening laugh, and dust fell from the ceiling, landing squarely on Constantine's hands.

“You saw Ian turn and run away! I’ve been hanging on Ian’s tail the whole time, watching you with my eyes. He ran really fast, I think you must owe him a lot of money.”

The Minotaur Demon made a funny little pendant-swaying motion.

"..."

Constantine was somewhat speechless.

“Ian will reward me.” Baal suddenly reached into Constantine’s trench coat pocket, his fingers fumbling quickly and clumsily, and amidst Constantine’s howls, he unearthed all of Constantine’s hidden magical items.

"Damn it! I don't owe him any money! Give it back! Give it back! His father even stole my psychic cards!" Constantine was horrified and twisted futilely in mid-air.

Like a turtle that has been flipped over.

"Then go tell his father, if you dare." The demon Baal packed up Constantine's fortune, leaving him not even Constantine's trench coat.

"No, what kind of plot is this? You should at least leave him his underwear."

As Madison watched this scene, she suddenly had an absurd illusion—as if she were in some twisted theater, except that the actors were demons, exorcists, and herself, the unfortunate witch.

"Alright, I won't take off my underwear. It's just that Ian took off Savita's underwear last time, and I learned how to do it." In the end, the demon Baal adopted Madison's suggestion.

This finally made Madison lower his hand from his eyes.

“A loyal demon like me would be a hot commodity in any hell! I will surely be rewarded!” The demon Baal was full of confidence in his future.

It truly attained enlightenment.

He doesn't care about the Three Palaces Demon or anything like that; he only worships the one true God in the world, God Ian.

It's clear that through these days of reflection and summarization, I've realized that the reason my parents and grandparents all died young is because they all followed the wrong people.

Starting with my generation, we have to change families.

Who knows, I might just get a secure job.

"Gone, gone."

As he spoke, the demon Baal was about to leave with Madison, and he even spat at Constantine, showing that any demon would hate Constantine to the extreme.

"Wait!" Constantine, disregarding all dignity and fueled by the deep-seated hatred that had festered twice, saw that both the demon and the witch had reached the front door.

He suddenly raised his voice, and the chains shook violently.

"You are the Supreme Witch of this generation, right?"

Constantine shouted at Madison, "To be honest, the previous Witch Supreme and I were very close. I think she was your teacher, wasn't she?"

Madison stopped abruptly.

She turned slowly.

"That old witch never looks in the mirror before going out, yet she dares to try and take over my perfect body. You call her my teacher?" Madison recalled his previous encounter through gritted teeth.

She even wanted to spit at Constantine now.

See this scene.

Constantine was stunned when he realized he had guessed wrong. His Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat mixed with blood dripped from his forehead. He felt that his luck had been getting worse every day since he arrived in the Metropolis.

"Uh, actually I've disliked that old hag for a long time too." Constantine's mind raced, and he quickly changed his attitude, as if he hadn't even tried to build a relationship with her before.

He laughed dryly.

"She still owes me five hundred pounds from last time, so actually, we have a deep-seated grudge." This excuse, which she came up with on the spot, is really not convincing.

Even Madison, who was easily fooled, couldn't help but scoff.

"Save your breath, Mr. Liar." She turned and walked away, her blonde hair whipping in a sharp arc. "I'm not stupid. I know very well that every word you say reeks of scum."

In this regard.

Madison's sense of smell is indeed very keen.

Perhaps every campus star has similar talents.

"Look! Look, you still mention the Supreme Witch. What kind of people associate with what kind of people? That's absolutely true!" Baal, the demon, let out a deafening, merciless laugh.

The pieced-together lungs made a sound like a broken bellows.

“Retribution!”

It hopped around gleefully, a kneecap clattering to the ground, but it ignored it. Just as the two reached the rusty iron gate, Constantine's heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from behind them.

"Don't leave me! I'm telling the truth! You really have to save me!"

His voice was incredibly loud, “I know what those demons are up to. They don’t just want to summon their leader! What they’re doing will absolutely devastate the entire world.”

Perhaps Constantine wasn't exaggerating at all.

Hear the words.

Madison stopped in the doorway, sunlight shining on her blonde hair. The girl turned around, devoid of any curiosity. "Once we find Ian, he'll surely be able to deduce what the demons are up to."

how to say.

Everyone in the DC Universe loves to find an external brain.

Perhaps the little witch's external brain is Ian.

“No matter how powerful that boy is, he’s just a child god!” Constantine’s voice was filled with unprecedented urgency. “You have no idea that those demons possess—”

His words suddenly stopped.

Madison was somewhat taken aback.

She saw Constantine with his mouth agape like a fish out of water, his eyes bulging, and bluish-purple veins standing out beneath his pale skin—a state that no acting could possibly portray.

"what happened?"

The little witch, still possessing some kindness, rushed forward to check if Constantine's neck was bound by chains, but there was nothing on it. He kicked his legs repeatedly.

His body convulsed violently a few times.

Then it hung from the iron chain like a puppet with its strings cut.

He fainted immediately.

"If it weren't for the good price I could get from Lucifer, I would have killed this filthy exorcist... Why did he have to say things he shouldn't have?"

A gentle, warm voice came from the doorway.

this moment.

Madison felt the blood in her brain freeze instantly—she turned to look at the front door, where a man in a sharp suit was standing.

Beneath the man's meticulously combed black hair was a face that was almost perfectly handsome.

If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were completely black, with no whites, and that his right hand pierced through Bal's pieced-together chest, Madison would have almost thought he was some banker who had wandered into this place by mistake.

"The Demon of the Crossroads."

Baal's bull head turned with difficulty, its amber pupils shrinking to pinpoints. Dark blood gushed from the corner of its mouth, dripping onto the man's custom-made suit.

It instantly turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated.

"No way, Abyss Demon Barrel, how can you be so weak!"

Madison was horrified.

I never expected that the demon who boasted so much would be defeated in a single move.

"That's how low-level demons are, just consumables."

The suit-wearing devil offered a dismissive explanation for the bull-headed man.

"But he upgraded several times!"

Madison remembered that the Minotaur had mentioned this before.

"I have upgraded, but it's only for low-level demons. It's not for high-level demons. There are also low-level first-grade and low-level second-grade. God Ian said I just reached low-level third-grade."

The Minotaur Demon coughed up blood while forcing an explanation.

"??????"

Madison was speechless.

When did this happen?

How could you even have the mind to explain things to her?
Are you out of your mind?!

"Heh, a low-level demon will always be a low-level demon." The demon in the suit couldn't understand what the minotaur was saying, but that didn't stop him from making sarcastic remarks.

Why did you come back?

The Minotaur Demon spoke in a dying voice.

"We demons are good at betrayal, aren't we? Something's not right about you... we've noticed it for a while. The Triple Demon doesn't want to obtain the power within the Supreme Witch."

The man in the suit withdrew his hand.

next moment.

"Boom!"

Baal's cobbled-together body scattered in a violent explosion.

Debris flew everywhere.

Its head rolled onto the ground with a dull thud, but amidst the rising dust, a cunning glint still shone in its murky eyes.

Nobody realized this.

The devil in a suit approached with a contemptuous smile, ready to crush the seemingly helpless head with a single stomp. However, when he pressed down, the expected explosion did not occur.

Instead, it has a hard feel.

"Ok?"

Italian handcrafted leather shoes hung three inches above Baal's head, their soles stained with green demonic blood. For the first time, a look of confusion appeared on the handsome face of the suit-wearing devil.

"This isn't fun."

He said softly, then suddenly exerted force with his feet.

Madison's scream caught in her throat. She saw the expensive leather shoe slam heavily onto Baal's bull's head, making a sickening squeaking sound—but the expected scene of brains splattering didn't happen—the bull's head seemed to be cast into concrete, without even a crack appearing on its skull.

"what's the situation?"

Even the devil in the suit was stunned.

"Hehe, intelligent demons are certainly different from you." The demon minotaur's voice suddenly regained its vigorous state, spinning like a football under the feet of the suit-wearing demon.

“I have heard the true words of the gods and know that the body is merely a burden, while the head is the true essence—and now, this is the reward I have reaped for abandoning the body and evolving only the head!”

"I've used all my energy to evolve my brain, what do you have to fight me with?"

Its sound was like muffled thunder from underground, and a fierce pillar of fire burst forth from the bull's mouth, burning through the suit-wearing devil's leather shoes and splattering directly onto the suit-wearing devil's face.

"Such high-level hellfire, you low-level demon shouldn't be this powerful!" The demon in the suit let out a scream that sounded inhuman, and staggered backward, knocking over a row of iron racks.

His perfect face melted like wax.

"You can do that?" Madison was stunned. Ian's trash can could breathe fire and talk at the same time. It was truly outrageous. She felt that her worldview had been refreshed once again.

"Hearing the Holy Word makes me strong! I am not Baal! I am now the Flame Barrett!" Baal's head spun around on the ground, and flames chased after the fleeing demon in a suit.

Flames collided with the dark barrier, sparking dazzling sparks.

Seeing that the battle between the two demons was getting intense, Madison came to his senses and glanced at the things that the demon Baal had plundered from Constantine on the ground.

"I have to help the Abyssal Barrel; it owes me a whole barrel of M&M's."

With no magic left to use, the witch started to rack her brains. She crouched down and rushed over, frantically rummaging through the pile of trench coats, cigarette boxes, and loose change.

There was even a bag of sand inside.

God knows why anyone would put a bag of sand in their clothes.

Magic Sand?
"Damn old smoker. How come he has more than a dozen packs of cigarettes, and they're all cheap brands that even dogs wouldn't smoke?" The little witch pulled a silver flask from Constantine's inner pocket.

She swayed.

I heard the sound of liquid.

"Hope is holy water"

Madison abruptly pulled the cork off the flask and splashed the liquid at the agile, dodging suit-wearing devil—no easy feat, as the suit-wearing devil was moving at an inhuman speed.

Seeing that his first two attempts to splash water had failed, and with little water left in the bottle, Madison frowned, gulped down the water, and unleashed a wide-area, saturated spray of "potion."

good results.

The holy water was scattered like flowers by a celestial maiden.

It fell upon the demon.

The demon's body immediately emitted a sizzling sound, like it was being deep-fried.

"You—!" Ravenclaw's curse turned into a scream. White smoke rose from the spot on his chest where the holy water had been poured, and his strength and magic power were greatly reduced in an instant.

Baal, now back in his minotaur form, seized the opportunity and once again spewed hellfire from his mouth. This time, the flames pierced directly through the weakened magical barrier.

Ravenclaw was enveloped in flames, which swept out like a tornado, engulfing the suit-wearing devil and causing him to scream in agony, filling the room with the stench of burning flesh.

"Damn witch!"

A twisted roar emanated from the flames.

Sudden.

The demon in the suit roared angrily, attempting to retaliate. He charged at the witch, his body ablaze with hellfire. This wasn't a one-for-one exchange; he wanted to extract some of the witch's magic.

That power comes from the ancient gods.

Seeing the menacing demon approaching, the little witch, in a panic, could only grab a cross from the pile of trinkets and slam it onto the forehead of the suit-wearing demon as he stumbled towards her.

The fire is burning.

The air was somewhat quiet.

The suit-wearing devil appeared incredibly stiff.

but.

He soon realized that nothing had happened.

"Hahaha! You think I'm afraid of this? You have no faith at all! This thing is nothing but a piece of scrap metal to you!" The suit-wearing demon, whose body was ablaze, let out a maniacal laugh.

Madison was immediately flustered and tried to fumble for something.

"Little witch! You must believe! Believe in the Emperor of All Laws, Ian!" The head in the suit shouted from the ground, no longer daring to breathe fire, as the devil in the suit approached Madison.

This sentence instantly brought Madison to his senses.

"oh oh!"

Her mind went blank, and all she could do was shout.

"May God Ian protect you!"

The little witch gripped the cross tightly, as if holding an imaginary holy sword. However, as soon as she finished speaking, the devil in the suit, whose forehead was being pressed against hers, couldn't help but laugh.

"What nonsense! Do you want to look at what you're holding? God won't redeem those who are only temporarily..." He raised his hand to draw some of the magic belonging to the Supreme Witch.

however.

Never thought about it.

The sarcastic remarks were not yet finished.

The demon felt the cross on his forehead suddenly become scorching hot.

"impossible!"

The devil's smile froze on his face.

this moment.

Madison felt a warm current flow from her palms, coursing through her veins and throughout her body. The worn lines on the cross lit up one by one, as if they were being infused with liquid sunlight.

Then the world turned white.

When Constantine was awakened by the blinding light, he thought he had arrived at the gates of heaven. Squinting through his smoke-stained eyes, he saw a young girl holding a radiant cross.

Meanwhile, the Crossroads Demon, who had caused him so much suffering, was melting away like a wax figure in the white light.

Turned to ashes.

The white light gradually faded, eventually retreating back into the unassuming cross. Madison stared blankly at the object in his hand—it now looked like an ordinary, somewhat old religious ornament.

All that remained in the room were floating ashes and the smell of burnt roasted meat.

"Cough cough." Baal's head rolled to Madison's feet, its horns covered in dust, and it spoke in an amazed tone, "I knew Ian God never lies. Faith generates power."

Hear the words.

Madison thought it made perfect sense.

Constantine, however, gaped open.

stunned.

"No? This...this magic?" Constantine realized what had happened. His gaze swept over the ashes on the ground and then fell on the cross in Madison's hand, whose light was gradually fading.

His eyes were full of shock and confusion.

Holding a cross and reciting the names of other gods was, in Constantine's view, tantamount to courting death. Yet, others unleashed an energy even more terrifying than when he feigned piety.

"Did your mother sleep with God?"

I held it in for a long time.

Constantine could only come up with what he considered the most plausible possibility.

"Snapped!"

His words, which he couldn't hold back, earned him two more slaps in the face.

……

metropolis.

Urban area.

Ian stood at the door of Madison's house.

They knocked on the door.

He planned to find the delinquent girl who missed class today, retrieve his navigation map, locate the Dream God's punching bag, and thus make the Dream God owe him a huge debt of gratitude.

Just as Ian rang the doorbell for the fifth time.

The door opened suddenly.

She was Madison's mother, a beautiful wife with red and swollen eyes.

"You're Xiaomai's alien boyfriend, right?"

She recognized Ian.

At least she felt she recognized him.

"..."

Ian gave a polite smile without saying a word. "Hello, Auntie. I'm Madison's deskmate. She didn't come to class today, and the teacher asked me to come and ask what happened."

He usually doesn't blink when he lies.

In this regard.

Madison's mother did not suspect anything, and her eyes reddened again when the matter was mentioned.

"She said last night that she was going out to be a superhero, my little madwoman... and she hasn't come home since. The police said she may have committed suicide at some disaster site."

Her voice choked with emotion.

I am deeply saddened.

Ian's smile froze completely on his face.

Through the crack in the door, he saw Madison's father wiping away tears in front of a photograph of his daughter in the living room, with candles and flowers on the coffee table—it looked like a miniature funeral parlor.

“Uh, maybe her phone just ran out of battery?” Ian said dryly. He didn’t think the girl had died because she wasn’t actually that weak.

Even death.

There were still corpses.

There should also be eyewitnesses.

however.

There is no relevant information online.

"You don't know. She's been acting very strange lately. She can conjure flames out of thin air. They say it's some kind of witch's power." Madison's mother really dared to say anything.

She suddenly grabbed Ian's wrist, her voice almost pleading, "If you see her, tell her that Mommy is very worried about her, okay?"

Ian felt a slight burning sensation on the spot where his wrist had been touched.

He gave Madison's mother a long look.

"Ok."

Ian nodded.

They had no intention of going inside to present flowers.

He kept turning back to look at Madison's mother, who was still standing at the door, staring at him. This made him feel uneasy; she looked like a hidden witch.

She just didn't want her husband to know.

"Where should I look for delinquent girls now?" Ian looked at his wrist, which had magical marks on it, perhaps Madison's mother was trying to give Ian some guidance.

however.

Because Ian's body was filled with divine power, the traces of magic were purified by the divine power immediately, and Ian couldn't react at all.

“If the delinquent girl was in danger, why didn’t she go find her herself?” Ian scratched his head, trying to use his reasoning skills to deduce the truth.

however.

His super brain often has its own ideas.

The startup failed.

"I really wish I could have learned Batman's skills sooner, and known how to install three or five tracking devices on my acquaintances." Ian is now once again feeling the rationality of Batman's actions.

The sun was shining brightly on the street.

This contrasts sharply with Ian's depressed mood.

He kicked at the stones as he walked forward, pondering whether he should seek help from his father, who had eyes that could see a thousand miles and ears that could hear the wind—even though it might mean that his father would get another harsh scolding from the newspaper boss.

However, when it comes to saving lives...

Superman would never refuse.

Just as Ian was preparing to leave.

"Find someone?"

A cool, clear female voice came from behind.

Ian whirled around, his nose nearly bumping into a pair of plump buns.

He took two steps back before he could see who the speaker was—a young woman with short blond hair, wearing a tight leather outfit and bright red lipstick.

It seemed to appear out of thin air.

Ian didn't notice the footsteps.

"Wow."

Ian's pupils dilated slightly, and the golden luster became even more intense.

"You smell so good, it's the devil's fragrance."

He swallowed.

This action startled the short-haired woman; her eyes suddenly turned pure black, with no whites, like two bottomless abysses—usually enough to frighten a grown man to tears.

however.

But this made Ian's eyes shine even brighter.

The short-haired woman felt an incredibly terrifying sense of oppression.

"What exactly are you?" The short-haired woman's dark eyes quickly returned to normal. Her tone was terrified as she took two steps back, her high heels stepping into a puddle by the roadside.

“A lost middle school student?” Ian tilted his head, revealing an innocent smile. “If you can help me find my classmate, I can pretend I didn’t smell the human blood on you.”

This is an absolutely blatant threat.

The short-haired woman could feel the terror of those eyes staring at her.

She had never experienced such pure terror.

That wasn't fear in the face of a powerful demon lord.

It wasn't the disgust one feels when encountering a Heavenly Paladin, but rather a more primal, more fundamental tremor—like an ant suddenly realizing it's standing beneath the fingertips of a giant.

"you……"

In Ian's eyes, she seemed to see swirling nebulae, the river of time, and her own insignificant place in this vast universe.

Just as she was about to break down.

The oppressive aura suddenly disappeared.

"By the way, what's your name? Which hellish department do you work for? What are your field allowances and benefits like?" Ian could tell at a glance that the short-haired woman in front of him was not human.

The short-haired woman swallowed hard.

no answer.

However, Ian didn't care about this.

"Deal? You devil."

The boy spoke softly. He knew the devil wouldn't come after him for no reason, and since he knew he was looking for someone, this devil must be related to the girl's disappearance.

"If you're looking for someone, come with me." The female demon looked at Ian with suspicion for a few moments, then left those words and walked straight into the street.

Ian jogged to catch up, his backpack bouncing behind him.

They walked through the winding alleys.

Passing by a butcher shop reeking of rotting flesh and three homeless men who were clearly not human, Ian observed the increasingly bizarre scene around him with great interest.

Like children visiting a zoo.

"So I don't need to summon demons. Demons are hidden everywhere in the metropolis." Ian exclaimed sincerely, which made the female demon leading the way turn around and look at him again.

"We are here because yesterday's disaster gave us the opportunity to appear." The female demon had no idea what Ian intended to do to the demons after summoning them.

She gave Ian a somewhat disappointing answer.

"That's not so good."

Ian rekindled his passion for inscribing demon summoning spells into his own mouth.

"Here we are."

The woman suddenly stopped.

Ian followed her gaze to the side, where a vast Victorian-style manor stood before him. Living thorns entwined the wrought-iron gates, and fluorescent purple liquid flowed from the fountain. On the lawn in front of the main building, several humanoid creatures dressed as maids were trimming shrubs with clearly visible eyeballs.

"This is the house of my dreams!" Ian exclaimed, his golden eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's like a horror theme park! A wicked god should live in a creepy place like this!"

It's a pity that this kind of place is probably not suitable for my mom and dad.

Ian seemed slightly disappointed.

The short-haired woman's mouth twitched.

"Go in, the owner here has been waiting for you for a long time."

She spoke to Ian in a low voice.

"Isn't the master here your master?" Ian asked, somewhat surprised. He had thought that this female demon was just a lackey sent by some mysterious demon.

Never thought about it.

"He and I are just business partners."

Done.

The female demon wanted to leave.

Her expression suggested she deeply regretted taking the job—which was understandable, given the terrifying oppression Ian had instilled in her; even now, the female demon still felt lingering fear when she thought about it.

The other party even claimed to be an evil god.

This made the female demon even more reluctant to get involved in such trouble.

She quickly disappeared around the street corner.

Ian did not stop him.

"Let's see who's actually delivered themselves to my doorstep, and whether they'll be the first to enjoy my Ultra Bomb!" Ian pushed open the door, the hinges emitting an unnatural shriek.

It sounded like the scream of some kind of creature.

The boy strode into the house as if he were just going to a classmate's house to do his homework.

The interior of the manor was even more luxurious than the exterior—if you ignored the blinking paintings on the walls and the chandeliers made of bone. Ian curiously poked a passing imp servant, who bared its teeth at him, but then scurried into the floor when Ian's eyes lit up with gold.

"The shy gardener."

Ian wants to take over the estate, but he doesn't know if the owner will sell it.

Just at this time.

The double doors of the reception room opened automatically.

It interrupted his plan.

In the living room, sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow, and the air was filled with the scent of aged cigars and old wood. On the rug in front of the fireplace...

A leather sofa lay there quietly.

In the center of the room stood a stout man in a purple tuxedo, his back to Ian as he tuned a piano made of human bones.

"Ah! It's finally here!" The chubby man sprang up from the piano bench, opening his arms as if to embrace an old friend. "I'm composing a new piece and urgently need feedback from the audience!"

Ian stood in the doorway, his golden pupils slightly contracted. His gaze swept across the room—no ambush, no barrier, only an overly enthusiastic demon and a piano that looked like it was made of human bones.

“I’m here to see a friend,” Ian said, frowning as he got straight to the point.

Crowley made an exaggeratedly sad face.

“Yes, yes, I know, it’s all a misunderstanding.” He said very sincerely, “Actually, I have no interest in the power of the Witch Supreme.”

The piano suddenly emitted a jarring chord.

"He killed your son."

A hoarse voice came from beneath the piano keys, and the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Crowley impatiently patted the piano lid.

"That's not my own son."

He turned to Ian, shrugged, and said, "Adopted, not purebred, always thinking about rebellion."

A bit too much information.

Ian was stunned.

So, who exactly are you?

He was also taken aback by the other party's enthusiastic attitude.

“Oh! How rude of me!” Crowley exaggeratedly slapped his forehead. “Call me Crowley, the current administrator of Hell, and also a hapless freelancer.”

He gave an exaggerated bow.

This is not the scene Ian wanted to see.

Ian's eyebrows furrowed, almost reaching his hairline, and he began to coax, "Shouldn't you demand a price from me? Like my soul or something?"

obviously.

The evil god still harbors ambitions to legitimately take over the manor.

Hearing Ian's words.

Crowley burst into laughter, his laughter laced with a devilish whisper. "My dear child, I always prefer to remain peaceful with those I cannot fathom."

He took a step closer, his eyes flickering slightly. "I just logged onto Earth. What happened before was all because my subordinates were ignorant. I'll kill them all later to entertain you."

He spoke casually, as if he were discussing tonight's dinner menu.

"The matter of the Supreme Witch is a complete misunderstanding. I'll have my men bring her to watch the show." With that, Crowley clapped his hands and ordered a demon to go and invite Miss Madison over.

He also used the word "please".

Faced with such a "polite" devil, Ian was somewhat at a loss. He had a strong urge to attack, but his upbringing kept him barely able to maintain basic manners.

"You came to Earth to cause chaos, right?" Ian asked tentatively, clearly trying to find a reason for himself and set a trap for the other party. "Like, do you want to rule the universe or something?"

In this regard.

The mysterious demon, however, was not fooled.

Crowley shook his head.

He pulled a silver flask from his suit pocket and took a sip. "Too cliché, darling."

He smacked his lips.

"I've come to see a good show, a good show about heaven."

"Crowley said in a low voice, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Ian frowned.

"What do you mean?"

He asked in a low voice.

"Of course, it's because Heaven is going to die."

Crowley's lips curled into a mysterious smile.

He clapped his hands, and the floor of the reception room suddenly cracked open, revealing a huge, transparent cage that slowly rose up. The surface of the cage was covered with inverted biblical verses.

And inside the cage.

At this moment.

Then there was a... Black angel floating in the air.

“You can ask Him what He did.”

Crowley lit a cigar and lay down on the sofa.

"What did he do?"

Ian moved closer to the angel.

Discover the skin beneath this skinny black angel.

It looks like something is wriggling.

　I'm 1000 words short, mainly because the chapters are still not finished even at 18,000 words. I'll update 17,000 words tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)