Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate multiple

Kakaka——

In the continuous huge shock that almost made the burning blood sac fall apart, Abaddon, who was wearing a gorgeous golden crown, was nearly 10,000 meters tall, had a long black scorpion tail behind his waist, and a pair of huge gray wings on his back. He looked like a beautiful woman. He was suddenly pulled out by Mu Cang and dragged to the void area where the hell of pain was.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

!"

Accompanied by a ferocious scream that shook the vast void, Abaddon, whose hands were "bound", suddenly swung the long scorpion tail behind him and smashed it hard at Mu Cang's head.

Faced with this attack, Mu Cang just slowly stretched out a black finger and held it firmly.

Then bounced back.

Boom!

In an instant, a huge force that was enough to penetrate a star exploded at his fingertips.

Hualalalal——

The endless light and fire roared wantonly, instantly annihilating all the physical matter within a billion miles around.

Abaddon's scorpion tail was also blown up and turned into nothingness.

But at this moment, the jagged chaotic vortex on Mu Cang's face also spun rapidly, and with a "crack", Abaddon's slender arms were cruelly cut off with skin and bones, and then chewed them into pieces and swallowed them whole into his stomach.

"It tastes good."

Feeling the obvious increase in the power in his body, Mu Cang tilted his head and looked at Abaddon, who was screaming and retreating like lightning into the blood sac, and smiled, "Sure enough, 'swallowing' is the fastest way to become stronger."

After that, his head suddenly expanded a million times and turned into a giant mouth that swallowed Abaddon, whose half of his body was still exposed, and the blood sac that was about to disappear, into his mouth.

Crack, crack, crack!

!

After a series of creepy explosions and chewing sounds, Mu Cang's breath became visibly stronger.

"You walked very fast, and you actually lost half of your body."

He looked indifferently at the dark void in front of him, and said coldly, "Why can't you just stay there and let me eat you? Do you think you can protect yourself by relying on the 'blessing' of the deep pit prison? Stupid."

This is not an unfounded assumption.

In the usual sense, false gods are basically unable to truly perceive, control, or even connect to the world they created.

That is an ability that only mythical beings have.

But Leviathan, the Lord of Hell who is suspected to be the master of the giant ecosystem and the 'artificial creation' behind the scenes, is completely different from ordinary false gods.

He obviously has the ability to 'control the world' that is comparable to mythical beings.

'As long as hell is not destroyed, he will not die' is the iconic feature of Leviathan.

If this is inferred, then Abaddon and Bafomei should also have this ability.

Otherwise, how can the Deep Pit Hell and the Dream Demon Hell, two other important ‘nodes’ of the giant ‘ecosystem’, shoulder the responsibility of being the ‘pillars’ for the stable operation and continued existence of the entire ‘ecosystem’?

"If it were an ordinary false god, perhaps swallowing ten, twenty, or thirty of them would not be enough for me to enter the ancient mythology."

Mu Cang slowly bent down and sat cross-legged in the void, analyzing the fragmented memories extracted from half of Abaddon's body, while raising his hand to hold his chin and thinking:

"Leviathan, Bafomei, and Abaddon, these three important 'nodes', seem to be a 'trinity' in a sense.

As long as I swallow one and then completely swallow the other, my strength will grow explosively.

This can be seen from the significant increase in strength after swallowing half of Abaddon's body.

In this way, if I completely swallow the three, I will definitely break through the level barrier and truly enter the ancient mythology."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile happily: "It's really a 'supply' made by heaven and earth. You are destined to be swallowed by me and become the scenery on my growth path."

At this time, the fragmented memories extracted from half of Abaddon's body were also barely analyzed by Mu Cang.

In these scattered and unsystematic information, he obtained a lot of important "things".

One of them is that Abaddon is indeed like Leviathan, and is closely linked to the hell where he lives and dies together.

Not only that, this demon who appears in the world in the form of a human woman can also use the deep pit hell to suddenly increase his combat power by dozens or hundreds of times.

But unlike the painful hell that mainly absorbs painful emotions, this deep pit hell is more greedy and purer.

It just wants to plunder as much flesh and soul as possible, because these two are not only the "fuel" for the operation and growth of the deep pit hell, but also the "placenta" for the gestation and birth of the furious demon clan.

It is also because of this that the deep pit hell is also the "force" that has the greatest malice and destruction on tens of millions of human beings, except for Uriel and Eld Ouroboros.

For countless thousands of years, how many human beings have been destroyed in their hands and how many lives have died in their hands is no longer known.

"After what happened just now, I'm sure Abaddon won't dare to enter the hell of pain in the short term, and he won't be able to use this place as a springboard to enter the human world."

Mu Cang slowly bent down and sat cross-legged in the void, holding his chin and thinking, "But she and the deep pit hell where she is are so thirsty for souls and flesh and blood, so we can only rely on... the dark contract."

The dark contract is another way for Abaddon to interfere with the human world besides direct invasion.

Although this method can obtain flesh and blood and souls--\u003e\u003e

The 'weight' is much smaller than direct invasion, but it is extremely convenient and fast.

It can range from dozens to hundreds of people, to tens of thousands, or even tens or millions. Regardless of whether the number of humans captured and killed is large or small, it is always a 'harvest' for the Pit Hell.

Because only by chance, the Pit Hell dispatched a small team composed of dozens, hundreds or even more demons during the battle with the Painful Hell, and narrowly avoided the monk army. After layers of siege, only if you are lucky enough to invade a certain human world, you will have the opportunity to eat at the 'buffet'.

So most of the time, Pit Hell mainly relies on the Dark Contract to 'live'.

And these contracts are also 'things' deliberately left behind by the demonic squads that have invaded the human world in the past, in order to attract some individuals in the human race, such as avengers, careerists, folklorists, scientists, etc., driven by various purposes. Summon them.

This is also a kind of sustainable development.

At the same time, the Phantom Clan, the Human Extraordinary, and the Night Walkers of the Moon Tribe also knew and learned more than one evil spell to summon raging demons through years of deliberate practice in the Pit Hell.

As long as these groups summon the raging demon, it doesn't matter to the Pit Hell whether they want to use it to kill and conquer, or whether they want to enslave the demon, or even want to use him for experiments or whatever.

As long as the Dark Contract is spread as much as possible, it will always be beneficial to the Pit Hell on a macro level and conducive to its development and growth.

"I need to enter a certain human world, find a dark contract, or learn an evil summoning spell, use it as a springboard to enter the wrathful hell, and then find Abaddon... and eat her."

Thinking like this, Mu Cang's huge body, about 10,000 meters high, gradually escaped from the lake, spiraled back, and suddenly turned into a dark, dense cyclone.

Huhuhu——

The cyclone collapsed, and suddenly, in the vast void, he transformed into a Chinese young man about twenty years old, handsome in appearance but as pale as a ghost, with a strong body but a sinister temperament.

This is Mu Cang who transformed into a human form.

"Um……"

He slowly opened his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes flickered, "Let me see how many mourning boxes are still running, and...how many unlucky people have opened the boxes."

After saying that, Mu Cang concentrated on sensing the mourning boxes that existed among thousands of human beings.

In an instant, the surrounding sky and black dome turned into dots of 'starlight' in his 'vision'.

Each star point represents a mourning box.

If it is bright and permanent, it means it is in a state of silence.

If it flashes violently, it means someone has opened the box and can establish 'coordinates' to open the Manhai passage.

But if the starlight is dim, it means that the box has been damaged or has lost its effectiveness and cannot be used.

It was only after this reaction that he discovered that ninety-nine percent of the 'stars' had become dim.

It should be noted that due to countless years of hard work in the pain hell, there are a large number of mourning boxes in the world of millions of people.

There are more or less boxes in every human room.

There may be a few, or there may be dozens, or there may be hundreds or even thousands.

Calculating roughly, there are about 100 million mourning boxes scattered among so many people.

This means...only one hundred thousand boxes are still functioning, and all other mourning boxes have lost their effectiveness and become useless boxes.

"Well, is it because Leviathan, the God of Pain, was completely refined by me, causing the giant 'ecology' to lose nodes, thus affecting the overall operating structure?"

Mu Cang frowned slightly, "It seems that the battle needs to be decided quickly, so we can't waste too much time."

After thinking about it, he looked at the sparse "stars" and began to look for the twinkling "star points".

"Twenty-four star points are flashing violently, which means that at the same time, there are twenty-four boxes of mourning opened by humans in different parallel universes and solar systems."

"hehe."

After letting out a chuckle, Mu Cang leisurely looked at the twinkling bright 'stars' and said, "Point the troops, point the generals, ride on horses to fight, and point out who..."

As he said that, his finger pointed at a ‘splendid star’:

"That's who it is."

…

The Earth of a certain parallel universe.

In XX City, Queens, North America, in an old-fashioned bar.

All the guests had been emptied out, and dozens of tall and round black men stood and sat with serious expressions, listening to the lectures of the fat old black man in front of them.

"Shit!"

The old black man cursed angrily, "How dare those damn white ghosts from Fake come to my territory to cause trouble!"

He looked at the strong black man with a scorpion tattoo on the left side of his neck and asked in a rough voice: "Lay Del, have you pried open that white guy's mouth? What's his background?"

Lydel's dark face moved and he smiled jokingly: "After I peeled off the tattoo on his back and poured two bottles of whiskey on it, the white ghost said everything."

"Hey, Man! You are so creative. I even wonder if you graduated from Harvard." The old black man looked at him in surprise.

"Oh yeah, Dad, you guessed it right, I'm a doctor of human body science!" Leder rubbed his nose and bumped his hip shaft while laughing obscenely.

"Farke, you should really become a comedian! Hahahahaha!"

After hearing what the black man with scorpion tattoos said, the black man immediately burst into laughter, and the other black men in the bar also laughed wildly.

The old black man smiled and frowned. He leaned over to Leder and sniffed hard. Then his nose immediately trembled three times and he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Thank you for your generous gift!"

Black old man --\u003e\u003e

Dad rubbed his nose and glared at Lydel, who had a confused look on his face, and cursed, "How much Gucci perfume have you sprayed on? You look like you just crawled out of a urinal in the red light district of Amsterdam!" I remember you have damn yellow blood, right? Your body odor isn’t that strong?”

"Uh, Boss..."

Lydel chuckled and scratched his cheek, "Actually, before I came to the meeting, I skinned someone, and it smelled like blood. I'm sorry I didn't have time to take a shower."

"Fine."

The old black man breathed out, shook his head and continued, "Don't go off on a fucking tangent. Tell me, where did that son of a bitch come from?"

"Aha." Lydel raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly, then took out a cigar box from the bag next to him with two fingers and placed it on the bar.

Patta——

When he opened the box, there was no cigar inside, but four ragged fingers with wet blood on them.

There is an English letter tattooed on the back of each finger, and the combination is:

"Fire!"

The black dad glared and said, "It's those sick-brained bastards from Hellfire!"

"Those guys are all crazy cultists."

He rubbed the stubble on his chin and asked, "Aren't they doing fraud on the West Coast? Why are they here?"

Immediately, the old black man looked at Lidel and said, "I remember... Hellfire has never been involved in the 'drug' business, right? Why would he send a few white ghosts to Queens to sell goods?"

"Well, it seems that the purpose of these neurotic guys is not to sell goods. They seem to want to use 'drugs' to trick a few drug addicts into participating in some of their 'god-summoning rituals.'"

Lydel scratched his bald head, "I smoothed that white guy's upper gums before he said it."

"Fake, do you think I will believe this? Are you traveling all this way just to find someone to participate in some kind of ritual? Don't fucking fool me!"

The black dad bared his teeth and said fiercely, "There are no gods, ghosts, or other bullshit in this world. These guys must have ulterior motives!"

"But no matter how much I torture him, that guy can't tell anything new, and..."

Lydel shrugged and said regretfully, "I forgot to stop his bleeding. Well, he's already dead."

"Shit! I take back what I just said, you are an idiot who didn't even graduate from high school!"

"You're really right this time." Lydel replied with a playful smile. The scorpion tattoo trembled and looked extremely ugly.

"Right."

He seemed to have remembered something, reached out again, took out a tan music box from his travel bag, placed it casually on the bar, and said:

"The 'God Summoning Ceremony' mentioned by that white ghost is a bit funny. There is no need to recite poems or worship. You only need to twist the bottom of the music box three times to complete it. Well, maybe Jesus will be summoned, hehehehe."

"Jesus? Huh, what's so trustworthy about a guy who will die if you hammer in three nails?"

The black dad sneered, "If you really want to believe it, you might as well believe '50 Cents.' At least he was shot nine times and didn't die.

Forget it, let's talk about other things. "

As he said that, he casually took the music box into his hand, grabbed the bottom, and twisted it three times in a row.