Black Robe: How can Saiki Kusuo not be considered a superpowered individual?

Chapter 82 Hell

What do you think?

Qi Mu, who was already doing a handstand in mid-air, winked at the storm.

He raised his two hands, one hand emitting a blue light and the other a red light.

Although there are some discrepancies with the initial settings, it's not a major problem.

With great strength comes miracles; combined, they can definitely create the Void Style: Zi.

The color might be a little off, but that's okay, I can just use my superpowers to fix it.

"Impossible, how could you possibly have so much energy...?"

"Is it an illusion? You used telekinesis to modify the light; you're trying to fool me."

Storm spoke to Qi Mu in this way.

Qi Mu dispersed the light spots in his hands.

The storm revealed a smug smile.

next moment.

Behind Qi Mu, in the azure sky.

Like a constellation of stars, countless shades of blue and crimson lit up.

Each one exuded an aura that made the storm feel deadly.

What do you think?

Qi Mu tilted his head and asked Feng Bao.

The stars twinkled, and even the sun could not obscure them.

Storm swallowed hard, forced a smile, looked at Qi Mu, and said:

"Um, is it possible to reconcile?"

Qi Mu blinked.

The next moment, countless stars fell from the sky.

Storm stared blankly at everything before him, his gaze fixed on the pink creature in the sky.

Consciousness collapsed.

I don't know how long we've been trapped in darkness.

The storm saw many people: Walter, who was already dead; his own daughter; Benjamin, who had been killed by the Soviets...

She seemed to have entered a dark, grand hall.

It was extremely quiet all around, the temperature was very high, and there was a strong smell of sulfur.

boom.

It sounded like a breath.

The pitch-black hall was illuminated in an instant.

Crimson flames roared up from the towering pillars, and the moment the crimson light shone, countless pupils opened on the eighty-one pitch-black pillars.

Magma flowed slowly over these stone pillars, like blood.

Storm, or rather Clara, saw this scene before her and her worldview collapsed.

"Is this...hell?"

She felt so insignificant; she had never felt so insignificant before.

At the same time, a strong sense of fear rose in her heart.

Did he die? Did he go to hell? Did he become a ghost among the enemies of the Lord, as the Jews said?

No, no, no, why?

If God truly exists, He should have killed Him long ago, after He had already slain countless enemies.

pat.

A crisp snap of fingers rang out.

Clara followed the sound and looked up at the scarlet carpeted steps, where a scarlet, grotesque-looking seat stood.

A blurry figure appeared on the throne.

"Why are there guests in Pandimaninan again?"

"The last time was six years ago."

"A human soul? How could such a tiny human being be here?"

"God's man? No, no, no, I smell blood."

On the dome, beyond the reach of the storm, inhuman phantoms rose from each stone pillar.

They gazed down at the storm that had appeared in Pandemonium, or the "Palace of Demons," and uttered a series of murmurs that sounded like the whispers of ancient gods.

"You, a sinner, may you confess your sins?"

On that scarlet seat, a blurry figure straightened up, and a voice that the storm could understand drifted over.

......

萝？

"I am the Lord of Hell, the Master of Pandemanian, the Holder of the Authority of Hell."

"You may call me Satan."

Storm trembled as she looked at the figure standing on the throne, who was not very tall but exuded an aura of power that made her unable to even think of resisting.

She... lost control of her body.

"Let me see how you got here..."

Satan's intrigued voice rang out, and a book exuding sin floated out from the void and landed in her hand.

"Clara Waters...wait, are you from that world?"

Satan's voice froze for a moment, as if she had remembered something, and she paused for a while.

"Were you killed by Qi Mu?"

"So, you're his enemy?"

Her thoughts quickly swept across the Book of the Dead in the storm, skipping over all the Nazis and V compound experiences.

Satan's gaze was almost entirely fixed on one name.

[Qi Mu]

Closing the Book of the Dead, Satan looked at Clara before him and knew her identity.

"You...are Qi Mu's grandmother?"

The blurry figure hesitated for a long time, as if thinking about something.

"Forget it, he's not coming to me anyway, why should I help him?"

As Satan said this, he casually put Clara's soul away.

"Do you think Qi Mu will come looking for me?"

"If you discover that your soul has disappeared after time reversed, shouldn't you come looking for me?"

"Hehehehe..."

The demons in the sky watched their master laugh strangely, and then they all shut their mouths.

"That bit*h from Yehe came over and bragged about it to me before, but who cares?"

"Honestly, I would only return his soul if Qi Mu begged me."

"You'll have to sign a contract with me then. What kind of pathetic six-winged angel are you? Come to Hell and be my Grand Duke sooner rather than later."

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The awareness of the storm has been reawakened.

She looked around at herself in a daze.

"Lady Storm, we've arrived."

Beside her were special agents from the Vought Corporation, tasked with assisting her in capturing the evil pink creature.

The storm clutched her head; her body told her she had just fallen from the sky.

But her memory, her soul, that unforgettable fear, made her body tremble.

She turned around abruptly, looking at the vast land behind her.

No stars fell that could tear the earth apart; the earth and forests were all well.

Hallucination?

No! Impossible.

Storm's hands clenched tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh.