Chapter 78: Who Isn’t A Pure Soul?
Nightmare World.
Eternal cold winds carried snowflakes battering against Ian’s face. He looked down in confusion at the Demon Head swaying at his waist; this guy’s turbid eyes and face were filled with fear and terror.
“What Demon God of Dimension?”
Ian pondered in his heart while slightly furrowing his brows.
“You… you…” The Demon Head was still immersed in unbelievable terror. He couldn’t understand—how could Superman’s son be a Demon God of Dimension?
This wasn’t magic at all!
Although the Minotaur Demon itself didn’t know much about science, it believed this situation definitely wasn’t scientific either! Kryptonians were a cosmic god race, not a Demon God of Dimension clan!
“You have a complete universe!”
Looking around in shock and suspicion.
The Minotaur Demon was surveying and sensing this unfamiliar world.
And the more information it gathered.
The more terrified it became.
The massive figure in the sky had no breath of life left, but even its remains still made this demon, who crawled out from Hell, feel suffocating terror. Think about it—an existence like that hung in the sky as a mere decoration. How could a little demon not tremble in fear?
“I’m not a Demon God of Dimension, and I don’t possess a complete universe. A universe tumor ‘grew’ inside my body—it’s a disease, but there’s no treatment method so far.”
“Thank goodness, since I didn’t want to cure it anyway.”
Ian still remembered his conversation with Miss Death. He was more willing to believe that big shot’s words—a little demon that even he could handle couldn’t compare to Miss Death in either vision or status.
“A universe grew in your body! And you say you’re not a Demon God of Dimension!” The Minotaur Demon perhaps only heard what it wanted to hear; its shrill outburst was especially jarring in this silent world.
“I have inherited knowledge! I know this is your dimension! You’re a Demon God of Dimension disguised as a human boy, and who knows what method you used to implant false memories into Superman!”
“How could Heaven allow you to do this! That group of damned angels absolutely wouldn’t tolerate you defiling a holy soul!” Its eyes were filled with horror.
Its tone was full of incredulity. At this moment, the Minotaur Demon felt like it was gradually understanding everything—why its Hellfire couldn’t harm this boy?
Why the opponent’s spit alone had nearly taken half its old life? And that hammer attack on its soul that caused unbearable pain—all the confusion now had a reasonable yet terrifying explanation.
This boy was actually a Demon God of Dimension with a twisted sense of fun, pretending to be weak! It was just a little demon—how could it possibly fight against such a terrifying existence?
It was already on the same status as its own master!
“I defiled a holy soul?”
Ian thought for a moment and felt the demon was cursing him. Such a thing—uncles could tolerate it, aunts could tolerate it, but he couldn’t. So he raised his hand and gave the demon two big slaps.
“Fine! Stirring up my family relations again!”
Ian glared angrily at the demon. “You’re the Demon God of Dimension! Your whole family are Demon Gods of Dimension! Am I not holy? The angels’ eyesight is indeed far superior to you demons!”
“The angels definitely know I’m as holy as my father. When I go to church, the priests all like me so much—and even General MacArthur once said Ian is a good kid!”
Sometimes.
Telling a little white lie is harmless.
However.
“Uh… Douglas MacArthur didn’t say that line… I remember… his soul was given to me as a reward to eat…” The Minotaur Demon actually wanted to say it hoped its whole family were Demon Gods of Dimension too, but it didn’t have the guts. In the end, it weakly latched onto the little flaw in Ian’s words.
“Ah!?”
Ian’s eyes widened as he froze.
He had used pirated general quotes dozens of times already, never expecting to run into such a well-reasoned fact-check. It made him feel a shameful fury like his pants had been yanked off.
“I don’t believe you! You’re lying! Unless you spit the general back out for me!” If Ian had brought his hammer, he would’ve smashed the demon’s head hard no matter what.
How to put it—the demon head really was addictive to smash. And compared to knocking on a wooden fish, Ian felt smashing a demon head would definitely earn real merit.
“I remembered wrong! I remembered wrong!” The Minotaur Demon saw the dangerous light flickering in Ian’s eyes; its skin trembled as its IQ returned to the high ground, choosing to shut up.
At this moment, this Hell creature that crawled out from Hell felt unprecedented fear toward Ian. No demon dared to provoke a Demon God of Dimension with a complete universe dimension.
It knew if the “Demon God of Dimension” in front of it insisted on playing human, it was best to cooperate with the performance. Otherwise, death would probably become a luxury for it.
“That’s more like it. Could I misremember the general’s words? Even if you spit him out, it’d just be the general who remembered wrong.” Ian looked up in a great mood toward the Planet Devourer poking its head out from a patch of dark clouds. The crooked Planet Devourer seemed to have drifted closer to the ground.
“Why is it falling so slowly! I want to find an airplane to fly up there! Why do I have to be level five to learn flight? Just because I wasn’t born with wings on my back?”
“My system bro, in our America, this would definitely get you charged with racial discrimination! Open a court—I’d win for sure!” Ian sighed heavily.
After another round of PUA toward his system, he hung the Demon Head back at his waist, stood up, and prepared to head to that mysterious base again to check the situation.
Following the direction of his memory.
Ian started sprinting.
The Demon Head at his waist bounced up and down with his running.
But the demon didn’t dare complain. The buildings lining the streets were covered in thick ice and snow; it kept peeking at this unfamiliar world with its turbid eyes.
“What’s that noise?”
Ian suddenly stopped.
In the distance, faint roars and intense fighting sounds kept coming.
Mixed in were the booms of firearms.
“It’s raining! I have to go get soaked in this rain!” Ian immediately got excited like he’d been injected with chicken blood and changed direction, dashing toward the source of the sounds.
“Hasn’t it been snowing all along? Snow is just another form of rain. Look, it’s even raining in my mouth.” The Demon Head turned philosopher and got abstract.
Hanging at Ian’s waist, it kept spitting white foam from its mouth. Clearly, it was dizzy from the bouncing. The demon that arrived in this world discovered it seemed to have lost its extraordinary status.
Just an immortal head.
“Dead or alive, what’s the difference? Perhaps this is a demon’s destiny.”
It sighed, mournful, its voice sad.
“Shut up! Don’t interrupt my listening to pinpoint the location—my favorite hail of bullets is nearby!” Ian raised his hand again and gave the Demon Head at his waist several big slaps.
“Stop hitting! It really hurts!”
The demon immersed in sad philosophy suddenly cleared its eyes a bit. Ian took the chance to locate the source of the noise, threading through an alley to a frozen Fountain Square.
Blood.
Still blood.
Everywhere was scarlet hot blood.
The intense fighting sounds from before came from here.
