Light Spell!
Darian raised his hand, and a dazzling, holy white light suddenly ignited in his palm, spreading outwards in all directions.
All the demons swept by the white light immediately let out shrill screams; their skin sizzled and emitted black smoke as their entire bodies rapidly spontaneously combusted, eventually dissipating into the air without leaving a single scrap behind.
Darian continued to advance toward the unknown area on the map shrouded in black mist.
Along the way, demons kept crawling out from the shadows, but all of them were purified by the Light Spell he cast casually.
These low-level demons were completely vulnerable in the face of pure light-attribute magic.
However, the deeper he went into the black mist, the more densely the demons spawned. Although they still posed no threat, constantly casting the Light Spell was quite exhausting.
Darian simply deactivated the ultron armor, took out the holy halo, and placed it on his head. He was instantly enveloped in holy light. He reached up and touched the adjustment wheel on the side of the halo, turning the volume of the built-in hymn to the maximum.
The effect was immediate.
As long as the demons were touched by the holy light, their bodies would automatically incinerate, while the hymns in their ears purified their souls, providing a one-stop service for salvation.
"This is... an Angel!?"
"Run! An Angel has come to Hell!"
"How could an Angel from Heaven appear in Hell!?"
"Is Heaven getting so competitive now? Angels are coming to Hell themselves to meet their quotas!"
The demons were terrified out of their wits, mistaking Darian for an Angel from Heaven, and they all turned around and fled.
In no time, not a single demon's shadow could be seen around Darian, and it finally quieted down.
With the blessing of the holy halo, the road ahead was smooth and unobstructed.
Darian soon reached the required exploration progress and successfully activated the Hell teleportation point.
Just then, everything around him suddenly froze.
The dust and stone particles floating in the air were all fixed in mid-air, as if the entire World had been pressed with a pause button.
"Interesting. I heard an Angel had come to Hell. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect it to actually be true."
A voice with a touch of laziness and playfulness came from behind him.
Darian turned his head and saw a man standing three meters behind him, who had appeared out of nowhere and was looking him up and down with great interest.
The man was wearing a well-tailored white suit, with the collar loosely open and no tie. He was barefoot, stepping on the scorching scorched Earth of Hell. He looked uninhibited, yet carried an indescribable sense of oppression.
[NPC: Lucifer Morningstar]
[Code Name: Satan]
[Favorability: ???]
[Evaluation: King of Hell, Demon King, the first Chief Archangel, Fallen Angel, lung cancer expert, treats Constantine with absolute sincerity, Constantine's summon, one of the top-tier existences in the DC Universe]
Satan!?
Darian's heart skipped a beat.
Everyone knew the name Satan; he was the opposite of God and the ruler in charge of the entire Hell.
In the DC Universe, he was a big shot among big shots.
Of course, in the setting of the DC Universe, Satan did not refer to a specific person, but rather a position, equivalent to a gang boss—the capable occupy the seat.
Historically, many entities had held the position of Satan, and there had even been situations where several served as Satan simultaneously.
But the Lucifer in front of him was definitely the most famous of the Satans.
Darian didn't expect to run into this Hell big shot while just taking a stroll in Hell.
Or perhaps, this Hell big shot was looking for him specifically.
Darian reacted extremely quickly, immediately taking off the holy halo from his head and forcing a smile at Satan.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I'm not any Angel; I'm just an ordinary mortal. As for this thing, it looks like a halo on the surface, but it's actually a portable speaker."
Fearing that Satan wouldn't believe him, he turned the volume down to the minimum on the spot, and the hymns looping in his ears vanished without a trace.
Seeing this, Satan became even more interested and said happily, "Ordinary mortals can't use magic, especially magic that has an aura I find both familiar and annoying—it smells like Heaven."
Darian immediately felt a toothache.
Showing off light-attribute powers in front of the King of Hell was no different from eating KFC inside a McDonald's—it was pure, face-to-face provocation.
He secretly opened the map, wanting to teleport out of Hell, when he heard the system notification sound.
[Player is in combat state, unable to use teleportation function]
Darian's mouth twitched.
It seemed he had been locked onto by the other party, and map teleportation could not be used.
But the problem was, he no longer had a random teleportation scroll and couldn't leave Hell without exiting the combat state.
Besides, with Satan's ability to pause time and space just now, even if he had a random teleportation scroll, it was questionable whether he could use it right under the other's nose.
He could only take it one step at a time.
"Slander! This is barefaced slander!"
"I am an evildoer as evil as can be! If you don't believe me, go to the human World and ask around. Who doesn't know that I, Darian, am sinister and cunning, a mass murderer, a petty thief, and capable of all kinds of wickedness..."
"Usually, when I walk on the street and see someone helping an old lady cross the road, I have to go up and help the old lady back to the other side. How could I possibly have the aura of Heaven on me? You must have smelled it wrong."
In order to avoid angering this big shot, Darian could only use self-deprecation, slandering himself as an evil person and constantly splashing dirty water that didn't belong to him onto himself.
"Really?"
Satan raised his eyebrows, looking skeptical.
"Of course it's true."
Darian nodded affirmatively and directly released his energy tentacles.
His entire style instantly changed; from the Angel full of holy aura just a moment ago, he turned into an indescribable entity with black tentacles writhing all over his body, emitting a sinister and twisted aura.
Satan nodded repeatedly as he watched, stroking his chin as he said, "Hmm, indeed very evil. Doesn't look like those hypocritical bird-men from Heaven."
Darian: —I remember you were the leader of those bird-men. Doesn't this insult drag yourself into it too?
Satan suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking at him with a half-smile: "Why do I feel like you are scolding me in your heart?"
Darian immediately shook his head, his expression extremely sincere: "Not at all. I think you are absolutely right. Those bird-men in Heaven are just fake and pretentious. Unlike you, who are openly and honestly evil."
"Feigning compliance, sarcastic, lies coming out of your mouth, not a single word of truth."
Satan chuckled and gave his evaluation, then nodded with satisfaction: "But I like it. We in Hell need talent like you. How about you stay in Hell and work for me?"
Darian: "???" Is that you, Eunuch?
Leaving him in Hell, what was the difference between that and dying?
Darian was very helpless about this.
He couldn't understand why these villains all liked to recruit him.
After thinking about it, he could only attribute it to these villains having bad eyesight, always mistaking him for one of their own.
Of course, working for them was impossible; it would never be possible in this lifetime.
Darian coughed lightly, retracted the black tentacles on his body, and said tactfully: "Um, Mr. Satan, the environment here in Hell doesn't really suit me."
Satan laughed happily: "I think it suits you quite well. You've been in Hell with your physical body for so long, yet you haven't been eroded by the Hellfire at all. If I hadn't seen that you were a human, I would have thought you were a demon born and raised in Hell."
Hellfire?
Darian finally realized.
He had been equipped with the fire-repelling bead, so any fire-type damage would be automatically blocked. That was why he hadn't felt the scorching energy permeating the air of Hell at all.
Worried that Satan would really take a liking to him and force him to stay, Darian quickly said: "Alright, I won't pretend anymore. I'll lay my cards on the table. Actually, I am a Superheroes. I assume you can see it too. Even if I disguise myself too well, it still can't hide my righteous spirit and my noble soul."
Satan asked in surprise: "A noble soul? Where is it?"
This Satan's eyesight wasn't very good.
Darian sympathized with Satan for being old and didn't argue with him, saying: "In short, I am not very suitable for this job in Hell."
Satan shook his head: "No, no one is more suitable than you. After hearing this shameless speech of yours, I am more and more satisfied with you. Take my advice: neither Heaven nor the human World is suitable for you. With your talent, only by staying in Hell can you maximize your value."
"Maybe if you work hard, I will hand the position of Satan to you in the future. By then, you will be the King of Hell, and all demons will have to obey you."
"Really?"
Darian's eyes lit up.
Letting him rule the entire Hell, that wasn't necessarily a bad idea.
Satan smiled slightly: "Of course, after I abdicate, it is not impossible to hand Satan over to you. I am a man of my word."
Darian quickly asked: "Then when will you abdicate?"
"After I die."
Darian:....
Damn it, you old monster who has lived for who knows how many years, by the time the Earth explodes, I'm afraid it still won't be the day you die.
This isn't how you draw a pie either.
Darian had to say: "Although I really want to hang out with you, to be honest, I am actually a priest. To avoid suspicion, let's forget about it."
Satan waved his hand: "I don't care about these things. Even if you are an Angel, so what? We in Hell never discriminate. No matter what your identity is, as long as you have the ability, you can stay in Hell."
Is Hell this advanced? They actually have the concept of discrimination.
Seeing that Satan wouldn't let him go, Darian just gave up and said speechlessly: "What exactly do you like about me? Can't I just change it?"
Satan said seriously: "I like that you are still alive."
Darian:....
I can't change that.
"Mr. Satan, if you are looking for an employee, I recommend someone to you. His name is John Constantine. He is honest, diligent, and hardworking. He is most suitable for doing manual labor for you."
Darian had no choice but to find a scapegoat for himself.
Anyway, Constantine had already unilaterally admitted to being his friend. For a good friend, he would go through fire and water, so surely he wouldn't mind. Satan sneered: "His soul has long been reserved by me. I even specially built an exclusive theme park for him in the center of Hell. After he dies, I will let him enjoy himself well in there."
Judging by his expression, this theme park was definitely not a good place.
To be so remembered by Satan, Constantine could be considered a character. He probably hadn't scammed Satan little in the past for this King of Hell to value him so much.
No wonder that guy Constantine was fighting for his life to get to Heaven. It turned out that Hell was full of creditors waiting to settle accounts with him, and even the King of Hell was one of them.
Darian mourned for Constantine for half a second in his heart.
But the bad news was that now he had also been targeted by this King of Hell.
Just as Darian was hesitating whether to use his trump card item, Satan suddenly smiled.
"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to make a decision now. I have plenty of time, enough to wait for you for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. You can consider it slowly. Whenever you figure it out, you can come to Hell to find me at any time."
As he spoke, he took out a jet-black card and handed it to Darian.
The card had a pattern of a red-skinned demon printed on it, with a background of Hell burning with flames.
[Item: Satan's Business Card (A pass to enter and exit the Hell dimension freely, applicable to any Hell)]
Good stuff.
With this thing, no matter which server Darian went to, he could enter and exit Hell at any time.
Darian immediately took the card and said: "You are too kind, Mr. Satan. If I have that idea, I will definitely contact you immediately."
Satan laughed happily: "Then I wish you an early descent to Hell. I will be waiting for you in Hell."
Why does this sound so strange?
Darian discovered that he had already exited the combat state, and the teleportation function of the game map could be used again.
He quickly waved his hand: "Then I'll be heading back first. I'll come find you for tea when I have time."
Satan did not stop him, just said lightly: "Tell Constantine that his lifespan is running out. I am looking forward to the moment he dies."
[NPC Lucifer Morningstar has issued a new quest to you]
[Quest: Death Notice]
[Objective: Convey Satan's words to Constantine]
[Reward: EXP +1000, Anchor Shard *1, Random Item *1]
As expected of the King of Hell, even just passing on a message can trigger a quest.
Darian nodded decisively: "No problem, I will definitely pass the message on for you."
Over Metropolis, the world engine that had covered the sky and sun had already disappeared.
Those Kryptonians had also been swept into the Phantom Zone without a single one left.
At this point, the crisis on Earth was considered resolved.
However, Bruce did not feel happy; the expression on his face was very complex.
Darian had sacrificed himself.
He had been dragged into the Phantom Zone by that female Kryptonian named Faora, using a crazy method of mutual destruction.
Although this Darian was sinister and cunning, a mass murderer, a petty thief, and capable of all kinds of wickedness...
But he was indeed a Superheroes.
A Superheroes who did not hesitate to sacrifice himself to save the World.
Barry, who was beside him, also saw this scene.
He hadn't been The Flash for long, and this was the first time he had seen with his own eyes someone rushing toward death without hesitation to save the World.
His young heart of a hero was deeply touched.
He clenched his fists and asked Bruce with a somewhat hoarse voice: "What is his name? We should remember him; he is a true hero."
Bruce was silent for a while, then slowly said: "He is Spider-Man."
Barry: "Huh?"
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