Nolan looked at the remaining three.
"Demon King, I can submit to you!"
Mister Sinister quickly spoke up.
"No need, the Demon Group already has a Mister Sinister."
Nolan snapped his fingers again, and all of Mister Sinister's body turned to dust.
Before disappearing, Mister Sinister smiled faintly; he was not dead, as every Mister Sinister was him.
"Kill or flay me, as you wish," Orochi said indifferently.
"Killing you would be too wasteful; I have great use for your essence."
"You dare to insult the God of Fear!"
Orochi was enraged, his aura surging around him as he wielded Orochi's Fangs, charging at Nolan like a black lightning bolt.
A portal instantly appeared in front of Nolan.
Orochi, unable to stop, plunged into the portal and was imprisoned in Hell by Nolan.
Finally, he looked at Loki.
"Your Majesty, the God King, I am one of your own."
Loki quickly raised his hands, a flattering smile on his face, afraid that Nolan, who was seeing red, might accidentally kill him too.
"Of course, you did very well this time."
Nolan threw out four energy spheres.
Loki received them with surprise.
"Fly this spaceship back to Earth, and then you can return to Asgard, Loki, God King."
Nolan turned and disappeared, leaving Loki stunned in place, not even noticing the energy spheres falling from his hands.
He had thought that obtaining all the essence was already the limit, but he never expected to gain control of Asgard so easily.
"Hahaha…"
"Loki, God King, hahahaha!"
Loki laughed alone in the spaceship for a very long time.
— — — —
A beautiful sunny morning.
Even though the invasion crisis had just ended a while ago, the humans of Earth were still living lives no different from usual.
Those who should go to work went to work, and those who should go to school went to school.
Of course, there were still some subtle differences; in everyone's eyes, flames flickered more or less—the light of hope and motivation—and they would occasionally look up at the sky.
A giant warship hovered above New York.
They all knew that this was the spoils of war their Demon King had brought back, and in the near future, they would be able to visit it, and even pilot their own warships.
Two figures walked side by side on the street.
The girl had a cascade of black hair that fell straight to her slender waist.
She wore a red one-piece dress that revealed her delicate collarbone, perfectly outlining her full and charming curves.
Below her red high heels were a pair of snow-white, jade-like calves, exceptionally dazzling in the sunlight.
On her exquisite face, a happy smile bloomed, and her hands tightly held the arm of the man beside her, intimately pressing it against her chest, like a princess from a fairy tale, exuding a captivating charm.
In contrast, the man beside her appeared extremely ordinary.
He was dressed in black casual wear, wore sneakers, and had a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose; his appearance was plain, and he was unremarkable in a crowd.
Passersby who saw them first thought, 'This girl is so beautiful,' then, 'This man must be very rich,' and finally, they felt envy.
But strangely, even with the envy, no one stepped forward to disturb them.
"Wanda, aren't you tired like this?"
Nolan looked at the girl beside him.
Wanda, wearing high heels, was only slightly shorter than him, and the way she held his arm seemed a bit awkward.
"It does feel a little," Wanda blinked softly, revealing a playful smile.
She gently waved her hand, and her high heels instantly transformed into a pair of red sneakers.
"This way it's fine."
Wanda hugged Nolan's arm tighter again.
"Where do you want to go today?"
Nolan asked.
"Master decides."
For Wanda, as long as she was with Nolan, the location of their date didn't matter.
"I haven't taken you to Hell yet. Do you want to see it?"
"Okay."
Nolan opened a portal, and the two disappeared from the street.
Hell had long since undergone a massive transformation.
Outwardly, it still maintained its medieval architectural style, with ancient castles and towering spires, everywhere permeated with a mysterious and ancient aura.
But internally, it was completely different; various high-tech facilities were ubiquitous, the streets were brightly lit, and flying vehicles came and went in the sky, full of futuristic appeal.
"Woohoo!"
Such sounds occasionally echoed in the sky.
Humans, excitedly flying in the sky, even if they fell, would not get hurt.
Of course, those with acrophobia walked honestly on the ground, but in Hell, they also had infinite stamina, excitedly running wildly on the ground.
These humans included Mutants from Earth and those from the Marvel Universe.
On the street.
Coming and going were demons, dwarves, elves, humans, Mutants, and even the shrunken Huashen Golem Clan.
"Laser guns produced by the Demon Group, who wants one? One price, 100 contribution points."
The speaker was a demon with a rock-like appearance, looking honest and simple, running a weapon shop filled with various high-tech guns and flying vehicles.
In front of him were Mutants and humans.
Everyone's eyes showed eagerness; weapons produced by the Demon Group must be very powerful, but 100 contribution points were so expensive.
However, there were also knowledgeable people.
"Boss, are you sure this was produced by the Demon Group, and not junk picked up from the Battle of New York and modified by you?"
"You brat, slandering me! Do you believe I'll spit gravel and kill you? Am I not part of the Demon Group?"
The stone demon's eyes were crimson.
"Boss, be honest. We're not saying we won't buy; just give us the cost price," the knowledgeable man said.
The stone demon was silent for a moment, then held up one finger.
"10 contribution points, I'll buy it."
The man swiped his card on the machine in front of him, grabbed the laser gun, and ran.
"I said it's 10 contribution points cheaper! Give me back the gun! Damn it, you dare to snatch a demon's stuff!"
When the surrounding people saw the boss run off, they looked at the remaining laser guns, swiped their cards one after another, and instantly bought them all; at 10 contribution points, there was nothing to hesitate about.
But not long after.
The previous boss and the man returned, looking at the empty stall with smiles.
"How much did you earn this time?"
"690 contribution points. As per usual, I'll give you half a percent."
"Good, I'll bring more people over."
The boss took out more laser guns and set them up again; these guns were all picked up from discarded items that other demons didn't want, and he had polished and modified their appearance—a no-cost business, but the profit was quite considerable.
"Come and see, laser guns produced by the Demon Group!"
Another wave of tourists came over.
…
Nolan and Wanda, passing by, happened to see this scene.
"How interesting, a demon and a human scamming together."
Wanda looked at the scene before her and found it very amusing, unable to help but laugh out loud.
"It's not really a scam; those guns are all from the Chitauri army. Although they are obsolete in the Demon Group, they are still advanced weapons in the outside world, and 10 contribution points is already considered cheap."
Nolan smiled faintly.
"Master, what do you want to transform Hell into?"
Although Wanda didn't know Hell's original appearance, she had heard about it from Sister Pamela.
To transform Earth like this in just two years, Master must have put in a lot of effort.
(Tony expresses that he has something to say)
"Probably to make it the center of this Universe?"
Nolan initially just wanted to make Hell look more pleasing.
Later, with Tony's help in design and Pamela's modifications, Hell gradually became a so-called tourist destination.
"Master will definitely succeed, and Wanda will help too."
Wanda said firmly.
"…Mm."
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