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All the chaos that was trying to envelop Ian seemed to become reluctant to harm him.
"??????"
Sangu was stunned.
No matter how much the Demon King Sangu tried to overwhelm Ian with his stream of consciousness, Ian's mind remained constant, so he stood firm and could not be crushed by the concepts expounded by the Demon King Sangu.
"How could anyone truly believe in such an equation?"
The voice of the Demon of the Three Palaces was filled with disbelief. He could not refute Ian with "reason" because Ian was not fighting in the dimension of "reason".
This is the most absurd thing. Because in the clash of these concepts, one party needs to truly believe that they can do it in order to materialize their will in this aspect of the concept.
It's not just empty talk.
You still need to believe in your own words.
"I symbolize the dark side of all living beings! Now! Reveal your darkness!" Sangu Demon changed her approach again, attempting to influence Ian.
however.
The effect is not significant.
"I am the next leader of the Justice League, and even my piss is full of justice. There is no darkness in my heart!" Ian's will was stronger than the previous two times.
He is truly flawless.
Suddenly, the entire dark space trembled violently. At that moment, Sangu Demon realized that this mortal was not talking nonsense—he was undermining his authority in the most absurd way.
"I am... invincible!" San Gongmo almost wavered in his resolve, so he quickly reiterated his statement to solidify his position on the battlefield.
“You’ve been defeated by your daughter, in the past, present, and future, more than once. I like to tell the truth,” Ian said suddenly, his words piercing the darkness like a holy sword.
"Damn it! What are you defining?"
San Gongmo panicked.
He discovered that Ian's words did not only exist on this battlefield, but seemed to extend into reality, so He quickly tried to suppress them with a grander concept.
[This demonstrates that the universe is merely virtual data, and Ian is simply a piece of data code.]
[This is an attempt to materialize the history of the decline of all civilizations, thereby labeling Ian as corrupt.]
[The deaths of Ian's parents foreshadow Ian's inevitable descent into darkness.]
Trigon Demon is certainly keeping up with the times, coming up with all sorts of tricks, but these things can only affect those fake heroes. True heroes are never swayed by external influences. No matter what moves Trigon Demon makes, Ian simply keeps repeating one sentence—"Your daughter > you, I > your daughter, therefore I > you."
This ever-deepening definition began to distort the battlefield, and darkness began to collapse, not because it was defeated by power, but because the Three Palace Demons were driven to the brink of despair by this impeccable logical loop.
"That's not right!"
The Demon King finally understood how Lucifer felt when he faced Morpheus—when the other party upholds a concept with absolute conviction, even the Lord of Hell cannot shake it.
“Then I’m the pink Apache attack helicopter you can’t beat, that’s definitely correct.” Ian’s correct understanding of reality shattered the last line of defense of the Three Palaces Demon.
"Damn it! What are you even believing in?!"
The roar of the Triple Demon shattered several small hellish dimensions, but its power could not truly reach Lucifer's throne. After all, a minor lord would hardly dare to enter a king's territory without permission.
of course.
I'm not afraid of using some tricks.
"Enough!!!"
A massive, all-encompassing demonic hand slammed down, not to kill Ian, but to send this annoying monster to the deepest depths of hell. Ian felt his body plummeting downwards.
Even the hellcat couldn't keep up when it came to save its master.
He is falling.
come down.
It kept falling.
This situation did not shake Ian's resolve; he still clung tightly to his "trophy"—Valak had ultimately not escaped the clutches of the evil god.
Ian is very good at clinging to people like an octopus.
"Let me go! You madman!" Valak's scream echoed through hell. He probably never dreamed that such a day would come, and that even the Triple Demon couldn't save him.
Even the mighty King of Hell was utterly defeated. Even if it wasn't a clash of power, but merely a battle of wills, it was enough for Valak to feel the sheer magical nature of this world.
Humanity.
What gives them that kind of will?
"No! Stop! I didn't mean to hit you, I swear, you believe me—" Valak's scream echoed in the depths of hell, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. This once majestic demon of the seventy-two pillars was now being ridden by Ian, the cold light of the holy sword drawing a graceful arc in the darkness.
Ian was dismembering His body with the holy sword.
Anyone who has driven a luxury car understands what the parts-to-vehicle ratio is, so Ian plans to sacrifice Valak to the Death Knight in batches. He first sacrificed Valak's hands, which attempted to disrespect his super brain.
The Death Knight responded swiftly; Ian's pendant glowed, and the Twin Demon Hands vanished instantly. Moments later, a jet-black crystal fell from the void.
It hovered in front of Ian, who was eager to eat.
at the same time.
In a forgotten, sealed land.
The Death Knight sat in a worn but clean chair, taking a leisurely and elegant bite of his hamburger, while the television in front of him flickered with images of what was happening in Hell.
"So we've already been knocked into hell so quickly?" he said to the air, his voice hoarse like a rusty gear, yet still carrying the gentleness and refinement of an ancient nobleman.
The light bulb suddenly started flickering.
A woman dressed in gothic style appeared in this sealed land.
It was just a few projections.
However, it also looks incredibly real.
"You're almost out of trouble."
Miss Death looked at the Death Knight not far away.
"Isn't this a miracle? Just like the power that little guy we've been nurturing will eventually represent." The Death Knight chuckled softly, his tone neither excited nor pleased.
It's a very calm sound.
He slowly wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up, and pieced together the hands of the sacrificed Valak onto a doll—death was actually creating a substitute for itself.
Thus, they can stay in this cage in their place.
"maybe."
Miss Death remained noncommittal, simply turning her gaze to the television screen—the image there was very clear, showing Ian devouring the black crystal like a hungry wolf.
Its entire body emanated an ominous black light.
Strength: 409-622
[Physical fitness: 429-864]
Intelligence: 40.9-60.7
[Spirit: 157-333]
It's the same recipe, but it tastes different. The black crystals obtained by the clone and the original are not the same, just like the difference between Master Kong and Master Kong's Kang Shuai Fu.
This wave is a super-fat Ian!
"Burp~" Ian let out a satisfied burp and wiped his mouth. He felt his strength surging, unprecedented energy flowing through his muscle fibers. It was as if countless electric currents were coursing through his veins, every nerve ending was screaming, and every muscle fiber was being reshaped.
An unprecedented power surged within him—not a simple enhancement, but a complete transformation. Odin's divine power could now better nourish his powerful body, and Ian's bones emitted a deep hum within him, like a sleeping divine weapon being awakened, becoming as hard as adamantium.
He only needs to add some more enchantments to his skeletal structure, and perhaps the DC universe will also have a super-powerful being who forges an ultimate imperial weapon from his own bones. Ian could clearly sense that his flesh and blood were no longer fragile, but possessed a skin that was truly harder than steel.
The improvement in intelligence is also remarkable.
His neural reaction speed was increased to the extreme. He could see a black ash falling in the air 10,000 meters away, and could sense the changes in airflow caused by the flapping of a butterfly's wings hundreds of kilometers away.
The most astonishing change was in his brain. The already exceptionally active neural synapses were now flashing wildly like Christmas trees, with tens of thousands of new circuits being generated every second. Ian knew that his updated intelligence would allow him to better utilize his cosmic-level, limitless superintelligence.
"I suddenly changed my mind."
He looked down at Valak, who was still bleeding, his eyes shining, and his tone was full of expectation, "You can definitely grow another pair of hands, right? An endless kind?"
The innocence and joy of youth are so simple.
They are always easily satisfied.
Valak looked at his bare wrist, then at Ian's expectant eyes, and nodded frantically: "Of course! I'm a demon god! Not to mention hands, I can even grow wings back!"
In truth, He knew that the part of His body taken by the mysterious being was permanently missing. But right now, survival was paramount; who cared about such things?
Even demons want to live!
"Great! Fantastic! I really am a descendant of the rancher!" Ian was overjoyed, feeling that his Kent family traits had been inadvertently revealed once again.
My grandfather raised chickens and cattle.
Superman raises criminals and raises superheroes.
He, Ian, kept demon gods as pets.
How can this not be called the effort of three generations?
"I'll find you a good place!"
Ian, dragging Valak's tail like a sack, opened up his own extra dimension. Inside was a chaotic starry sky, dotted with all sorts of strange and wonderful islands.
"This will be your new home from now on!"
Ian affectionately tossed Valak onto the island for captivity, saying, "Remember to keep your arms growing! Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday without a break, and then on Sunday we'll have a 'more arms, more cuts' activity!"
The descendants of farmers are adept at production planning.
"..."
Valak lay paralyzed on the island, tears welling up in his eyes. He, a mighty demon of seventy-two pillars, had now become a livestock to be harvested sustainably? He was filled with intense hatred, yet could only endure the humiliation.
"Let me see where that guy from the Three Palaces Demon, who gave birth to eighty thousand sons with eighty thousand asses, came from." After settling his pets, Ian finally had the leisure to observe his surroundings.
This layer of hell was even more bizarre than he had imagined—countless translucent crystals stood like tombstones on the scorched earth, each imprisoning a twisted soul. The negative emotions they released converged into a dark purple river, flowing endlessly towards the distant city shrouded in mist.
This is clearly some corner deep within hell, belonging to some unknown ruler of hell. It looks very peculiar, with a kind of psionic, punk vibe.