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"Why can't it be like this?"
Ian stretched his body, which had just reached a new peak, and felt increasingly hungry. However, instead of drinking the No. 666 fuel, he picked up the demon head that had been pretending to be dead.
"I knew it, the great god Ian was just testing all living beings." The demon minotaur quickly offered his praise, but Ian didn't intend to punish it.
"Weren't you going to die? I've been mourning for you for so long!" Madison stared with wide eyes, unable to recover from the sudden change in the atmosphere.
"I was really about to die just now, but I silently chanted up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A, and I came back to life." Ian was still as good at talking nonsense with a straight face.
"Is that so? Magic?"
Madison, as always, liked to pretend to know what she didn't. She feigned composure, suddenly realized something, and once again acted as if she were very smart and had gradually understood what had happened.
His acting skills are indeed quite good.
"Yes, yes, magic. I have a lot of magic. I will teach it all to you after you join the church. You don't even have to wait for me to die. You can directly become the Supreme Pope of the Church of Ian."
Ian began to persuade him.
"Uh……"
Madison thought Ian's words were ridiculous.
But she didn't know why she felt a little flutter in her heart.
"That's the power of seduction."
The demon head that Ian was holding provided Madison with an answer. Ian slapped it twice across the face, and it obediently shut its mouth.
"There are no oranges today, so hold onto this and don't move around. I'll be right back." Ian handed the demon bull's head to Madison.
The main problem is that Madison is too weak and needs some protective measures.
After all, she's a super-smart henchman, and not exactly the brightest. Ian definitely has to protect such a qualified henchman; she's a rare resource at any time.
"Again?"
Madison looked suspicious.
But Ian shot straight into the sky.
Do you know your pants are completely ripped?
She yelled at Ian.
Someone pretended not to hear and didn't say who it was.
"I have to give that old witch a huge, dramatic shock!" Ian grabbed a pair of pants and put them on, then changed his clothes and flew towards the old witch like a cannonball.
A sonic boom cloud erupted directly behind him.
Just now.
"Whoosh~"
A red and blue figure streaked across the sky.
He's faster than Ian.
The commotion it caused.
It's like they spent five million more on special effects than Ian.
"Huh? Dad? No way!"
A startled voice rang out, followed by confusion.
It was Superman—but it didn't seem like the real Superman. Before Ian could even begin to feel surprised, he noticed something was wrong. The Superman flying toward the Scarlet Witch looked deathly pale.
There were also many black veins that seemed to be flowing with green liquid.
His super vision is incredibly accurate.
"My dad isn't that slow!" Ian quickly looked ahead and saw that his bootleg dad, with a face like a zombie, was charging straight at the Supreme Witch.
"die!"
His voice was extremely hoarse.
It felt dry, as if it were being squeezed out of the throat.
"Boom!"
Having been ambushed by Ian, the Witch of the High Priest was on high alert. She unleashed her mind control on the Zombie Superman, who instantly turned into a figure oozing thick fluid and appeared to be in agony.
This tactic was ineffective against Ian.
However, it seems to be extremely effective against zombie superheroes.
"Ahhhh!"
Zombie Superman let out a painful roar, and his eyes shone with a dark, oily green light.
"Damn! Fel energy! Clones? Parallel universes?" Ian recognized the energy fluctuations as he stood frozen in mid-air, staring in disbelief.
"Zhizhizhizhi~"
Zombie Superman shot out a beam of evil energy from his eyes, heading straight for the Supreme Witch. However, the beam, which illuminated most of the city, was easily blocked by the Supreme Witch's manipulation of dozens of dream barriers.
When not facing Ian.
She is very good at using all her abilities.
"You annoying bugs!" the Supreme Witch roared, waving her hand to blast the Zombie Superman away with magic, and then releasing a dream power to envelop him.
He was blasted away.
The zombie superhero who smashed through the building just rushed out.
Suddenly.
His eyes glazed over, and he fell like a puppet with its strings cut, his whole being enveloped in a dreamlike bubble—this weakened version of Superman was definitely not Ian's father.
It's much weaker.
"Now it's my turn again, Witch Supreme, you have failed this city once more!" Ian charged forward swiftly, his voice seemingly triggering a reaction from the Witch Supreme.
"Impossible! How are you still alive?!"
It turns out she hadn't even noticed Ian.
This infuriated Ian.
"You old fool with a lack of imagination, what do you know about the impossible? You think you can kill me? That's the impossible!" Ian teleported directly in front of the Supreme Witch. He didn't give her a chance to use the same trick again, pinched the Supreme Witch's mouth, and stuffed a handful of pills into her stomach.
The turbulent power of the dream did not hinder Ian in the slightest, as if someone was secretly interfering.
"What did you feed me?!"
The Supreme Witch, slammed onto a floating stone slab by Ian, looked terrified. She frantically tried to clear her throat, only to see Ian float up and nail her hands shut with steel bars.
“Sleeping pills, be grateful for the freedom of America, it lets you take two thousand pills, extra-large cups of sleeping pills.” He grabbed the Supreme Witch’s chin.
He directly shoved the entire bottle of two thousand sleeping pills into her stomach.
"Why! Why are you doing this to me!" The Supreme Witch's face was contorted, and spiderweb-like cracks spread across her skin, with dream power seeping from the ever-expanding fissures.
Like countless tiny snakes of light slithering through the air. She tried to cast a spell, but Ian ripped out her tongue and crushed her throat.
“Lord Ian has never suffered such a serious injury in his life. I can break my own legs, but you can’t.” Ian then proceeded to dislocate the Supreme Witch’s jawbone.
“I don’t kill people, but Morpheus might.” Ian just watched as the Supreme Witch couldn’t withstand the effects of the drug any longer. She began foaming at the mouth and rolling her eyes wildly, her already frail body becoming increasingly strained. The old witch wasn’t asleep or even sleepy, but the intense pain seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
I saw.
"Huhuhu~"
The Supreme Witch's crushed throat made a whistling sound, and the cracks on her skin continued to widen, making her look like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.
Upon seeing this, Ian teleported backward without saying a word.
"boom--!!!"
next moment.
The Supreme Witch has exploded.
She was triggered by the uncontrollable power of her dreams.
Countless dream forces surged forth like a tide, no longer under control, and frantically converged in one direction. The dream bubbles that had previously enveloped the city began to dissipate.
The imprisoned people gradually broke free from the dream, but they didn't immediately wake up. Ian looked towards the distance, about to rush out in the direction the dream's power was flowing.
Sudden.
"Ahhhh!"
The Supreme Witch's wail suddenly rang out.
"He can live even longer than me?"
Ian was extremely surprised. He turned around and saw a distorted black mist floating out from the Supreme Witch's exploded corpse. The thing kept changing shape in mid-air, sometimes extending tentacles, sometimes revealing human faces, even staining the remaining dream power around it with a murky purplish-black color.
The trees were not spared either. Their branches and leaves became twisted and bizarre under the corrosive influence of the black mist, the branches stretching towards the sky like withered arms, as if begging for something. The color of the leaves also became extremely vibrant, yet it exuded an extremely unnatural and eerie aura.
Red, purple, and blue leaves intertwined, creating a vibrant yet eerie and sinister scene. Ian even saw that some of the leaves had opened their eyes.
Yes.
They've got eyes now!
And it's not just one eye!
"What the hell is this?"
Ian's golden pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. Feeling his sanity plummet, his eyes burst forth with a dazzling golden light like the sun, the blazing beams shooting directly at the twisted soul.
however.
The black mist writhed like a living thing, completely absorbing the light as if it were nourishment—it was definitely not the kind of thing that feared light and sunlight.
It became even darker and more eerie.
"My spare body! I want it! I want it! Damn it! It was originally a preparation for becoming a god!" The soul, twisted into a monster, let out a piercing scream.
It has identified the direction.
Fei rushed down to Madison, who remained motionless in the deep pit, as if he had been punished by being made to stand still. It was clear that there was another reason why Madison had remained conscious during this disaster.