Lucifer hadn't expected Dane to find the Dream Lord's artifact so quickly.
So he hadn't even had time to inform the demons of Hell and the gods of other pantheons about this news.
This gave Dane an excellent opportunity, allowing him to get the Dream Lord's helmet first during this time difference.
So after he got the Key to Hell and the locations of Beelzebub and Azazel, he immediately left the Lux bar and rushed to Hell without stopping.
Watching Dane's departing back, Lucifer couldn't help but sigh, so ambitious, no wonder his future achievements would be so high.
Like a Portkey, the Key to Hell immediately teleported Dane to the gates of Hell upon sensing magic.
And this gate was guarded by a demon named Squat Tumor, who was hunched over, had a pair of red eyes, and a double-bladed axe stuck in his left hand.
"Who are you?"
Blood flowed from his mouth onto the ground, and he spoke somewhat indistinctly: "Killer? Harlot? Thief? No matter who you are, there's always a place for you to sink here."
Dane had to race against time now, he had no time to talk to a minion, so he said nothing and directly released a divine thunderbolt.
Squat Tumor was about to say something, when he was suddenly struck by a bolt of lightning and died without a complete corpse.
Dane inserted the Key to Hell into the gate's keyhole, twisted it, and opened the gate.
He couldn't help but complain, when would these formal things be abolished, wouldn't it be better to just sense and open the door?
And ultimately, the gates of Hell are not real doors, is it necessary to make them look like this? It's outdated, isn't it?
But there was no way, who made time pass so slowly in Hell?
And this wretched place is for people to be punished, so no demon is in the mood to develop technology.
Dane flew in a certain direction of Hell according to the information provided by Lucifer.
This was his first time in Hell, so the teleportation magic that relied on spatial coordinates for positioning couldn't be used, and he could only fly honestly.
But his flying speed was very fast.
Don't look at the demons' grotesque appearances, as if each one is not to be trifled with.
But the upper and lower limits of demons in Hell vary greatly; the strongest, like Lucifer, a Fallen Angel, a full-power strike can even penetrate all of Hell.
The weakest can't even beat ordinary humans in the Real World, so when Dane flew across the sky, ninety-nine percent of the demons couldn't even touch his Shadow.
And those demons who could see clearly were all as cunning as ghosts, daring not to provoke a figure like Dane, so he passed through without any alarms.
Soon after, he saw Beelzebub's territory, a pitch-black valley.
"Who!"
As Dane flew into Beelzebub's territory, the Demon King had already detected him.
Beelzebub flew into the sky, looking at the newcomer.
Dane raised an eyebrow; this Demon King certainly had a unique appearance.
Beelzebub, which in some religions means "Lord of the Flies," actually possessed enormous compound eyes like a fly. His eyesight must be incredibly good, right?
As Beelzebub approached, Dane felt a familiar power. He couldn't help but ponder who it was; clearly, he must have known this person.
But Dane was in a hurry and had no intention of conversing or exchanging blows with the other party.
Seeing Beelzebub scrutinizing him, he used magic without hesitation.
— Holy Light Spell!
A giant orb of light instantly ignited, and Beelzebub's two massive compound eyes were suddenly exposed to an overwhelming amount of light, causing him to cry out in agony.
Dane then waved the Dream Sand in his hand. Caught off guard, Beelzebub was utterly unable to resist the power of "dream" and crashed down.
Seeing that he was completely asleep, Dane pulled out the Kiss of Death, which hadn't tasted blood in a while, and descended from the sky, piercing Beelzebub through.
Trapped in the Dream World, Beelzebub was helpless to save himself and was directly deprived of his life by the power of Death, and his soul became Dane's property.
Dane repeated his trick, crudely rummaging through Beelzebub's brain with his ability. Beelzebub's soul trembled and shrieked.
This pain was ten times worse than the most excruciating tortures in Hell, yet, strangely, his consciousness remained immersed in the false dream crafted for him by the Dream Sand.
He felt immense happiness in his heart while simultaneously experiencing extreme agony in his soul.
These two vastly different sensations tore at him, almost driving him insane.
Beelzebub was, after all, an old demon who had lived for a very long time, so finding a specific demon in his memories was not easy.
Fortunately, Dane still remembered Coronzon's appearance: a bespectacled individual dressed as perversely as the Okama Queen from One Piece.
He had two mouths and pink skin, ugly in an extraordinary way.
It took him a while to finally locate the fellow, which meant he no longer needed to search for Azazel.
And he could leave one "Satan" remaining in Hell.
Dane continued to trap Beelzebub's mind in the Dream World, tearing his soul from his body and storing it in his collection.
This could be considered a good deed for the day.
Then he once again headed straight for his destination. At this moment, he was the God of Death for demons.
No one could escape his grasp alive!
In a corner of Hell, far away, Coronzon had just finished his daily torment and felt a bit bored.
Unlike what many imagined, Hell was not solely composed of Sinners and infernal torturers.
In fact, because the Hell dimension connected with many other dimensional Worlds, it often encountered many things from other dimensions.
It was a very complex ecosystem.
Moreover, before God decided to make Hell a prison for the souls who committed heinous crimes in the Real World, Hell was a place where many souls voluntarily came to be punished.
That is to say, a considerable number of demons here were human souls who, after Death, voluntarily came here for punishment, treating it as a form of atonement... As for what they hoped for after atonement, they naturally wished to ascend to Heaven.
But in a place like Hell, as God said, once fallen, one could never ascend to Heaven. Their souls were already deeply stained with the aura of Hell, and it could not be removed.
But demons were persistent; they believed that if they couldn't go to Heaven, it was because they hadn't atoned enough.
Thus, a portion of demons were very enthusiastic about self-punishment, inflicting ultimate humiliation upon their own bodies.
Coronzon was such a demon; he was a soul who had voluntarily come to Hell a long time ago.
Throughout these years, he had continuously tormented himself, hoping to cleanse his sins.
But day after day, year after year, he never saw an end.
In this process, his mind was infected by other demons, becoming twisted and grotesque, which also caused his appearance to change from what it once was.
Many demons were not born with such strange appearances; it was just that in a place like Hell, the stranger one looked, the less likely one was to be provoked.
Many demons, when they were still normal souls, had to don the furs of strange animals to disguise themselves, to avoid trouble.
Over time, they transformed into monstrous creatures with chaotic appearances, and the animal furs they wore became a part of their bodies.
Some demons joked that this was the only kindness Hell offered everyone.
Beings like Lucifer, who maintained their flawless appearance even after their fall, were, after all, a minority.
Most fallen ones either chose to don fur or, like Coronzon, were warped into their current forms by twisted minds.
But occasionally, in the dead of night, Coronzon would still gaze blankly at the sky, imagining how beautiful Heaven must be and how magnificent and boundless God was.
As he pondered, Coronzon fell into a deep sleep; demons, too, were living beings and would sleep.
1.4 In his dream, he saw the Heaven he had longed for, and he even saw his family, whom he hadn't seen for centuries.
They embraced, tears streaming down their faces as they expressed their longing and love for each other.
The distortion and malice in Coronzon's heart suddenly vanished into thin air.
Nothing was more important than what was before him... In the Real World, Dane carefully picked up the Dream Lord's helmet.
Although Coronzon had obtained this treasure, he clearly had not used it to harm innocent people.
Dane saw in his memories that he had originally acquired this helmet through a legitimate trade with a human.
Therefore, he believed that Coronzon, this demon, deserved a peaceful and beautiful dream.
Demons were not just villains and scum; perhaps they were just ordinary people struggling in Hell, desperately seeking hope.
"Sleep well, Coronzon, I cannot send you to true Heaven, for that is God's domain."
"But in my Dream World, you can have your own Heaven; you deserve it."
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