THE FINAL SEASON OF HELLRAISER BEGINS!
Buzz—!
After a strange spatial fluctuation, Kurohane appeared next to Shumagras. He casually brushed off a fireball that shot at his face, then stepped forward. Shumagras's eyes were filled with fear as Kurohane approached.
"Lord Kurohane, I'm on your side! We should join forces!"
"Haha, Mephisto once said that to me, but now I've even annihilated his soul!" Kurohane replied while adjusting the brass knuckles on his hands. He suddenly made a cross sign on them.
(This is called having a legitimate reason and a faith bonus! Otherwise, people will think I got all this on my own! I'm in hell but my heart is in heaven, the perfect undercover agent! In the future, even if there are inter-dimensional law enforcement officers, they can't doubt my position. I am a legitimate undercover agent. All of this is just an accident and has nothing to do with me!)
Kurohane named the brass knuckles: The Devil's Iron Fist, and it would be inherited as the strongest weapon in hell. Anyone who possessed it could use the power of heaven.
"Among the three of you, Sithorn has too much dark magic. I'm afraid of being tricked. Cyttorak has long disliked you guys. He's tired of fighting over silver coins. So I have no choice but to choose you as my opponent," Kurohane explained without hiding anything. "If I choose Cyttorak as my opponent, you two will definitely wait for us to fight, then join forces to finish off the winner. So, to prevent you from taking advantage, I decided to cooperate with Cyttorak."
"But Cyttorak is also a demon! Isn't he cunning?" Shumagras shouted with a terrible mental fluctuation. A solid defense formed around him. Kurohane's punch had startled him. "If he chooses to join forces with Sithorn, won't you also be a target?"
BAM—!
As if to answer Shumagras's question, a huge explosion occurred on Cyttorak's battlefield. More than a dozen terrifying spatial rifts appeared. Sithorn turned into a ball of black mist and many of himself were sucked into the spatial rifts. Cyttorak was hit by a magic explosion and thrown far away, his body full of wounds.
"Oi! What are you looking at? I told you they wouldn't stop!" Kurohane exclaimed. "Since Cyttorak has long wanted to kill him, there's no point in trying to make a deal with Cyttorak!"
"Then why would Cyttorak believe you?" Shumagras asked, confused.
(Of course there's someone who forced him to believe me...) Kurohane thought.
"At the very least, I'm more trustworthy than you and Sithorn!" Kurohane loosened his tie. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, revealing his chest muscles. "Enough talk, let's start fighting! Otherwise, Cyttorak will really give up!"
BAM BAM BAM—!
Three lightning-fast punches were thrown. They merged in the air, forming a powerful air cannon. The cannon hit Shumagras's mental shield, making a deafening sound. However, the shield did not break. Three seconds later, the shield shattered like glass.
When the shield broke, Kurohane moved as fast as a ghost, crossing an infinite distance and landing right in front of Shumagras. He launched a merciless punch. Dirty blood gushed across the sky like a red fountain.
"Ow!" Shumagras howled in pain. Countless tentacles wrapped around Kurohane, and shattered spiritual power arrows shot from another direction.
Kurohane ignored the spiky tentacles and continued to punch. "Scream! What is there to scream about? I'm going to beat you up anyway!"
Six wings with a crimson light appeared on Kurohane's back. The spiritual power arrows could not touch him and were instantly annihilated.
"Who are you?! Why do you have the aura of a divine dimension?!" Shumagras screamed in horror.
"You're surprised because you've never seen it, right? This is the pure breath of hell!" Kurohane launched another punch, and the six wings wrapped around the bleeding Shumagras, trapping him in a spherical space.
"If you were the original fragment when you got your dimension, you would know that this is what the original Hell dimension is like!" A glowing Phoenix bird began to appear in the spherical space. Kurohane used the power of the Phoenix again to strengthen the space.
"Souls who do wrong will suffer in hell and receive their just punishment. Burned, struck by lightning, imprisoned, decapitated, fried, walking on a mountain of knives, does that sound familiar?" Kurohane punched Shumagras in the face again. "Answer me!"
Shumagras ignored Kurohane's question and began to enlarge his body. He became a two-thousand-meter-tall giant. His tentacles filled the spherical space. However, the parts that touched the eggshell were burned.
"Looks like you don't know the answer. No problem, I'm very good at helping people answer questions!" A shield made of mental power appeared in front of Kurohane. "The core of hell is to be the opposite of heaven! Without hell, heaven would not be complete! If I were you, after gaining control of such a vast hell dimension, I would go straight to Heaven!"
"You—!!! You're taking shelter in heaven!" Shumagras's sharp voice echoed in the space. "That's our enemy! This is a matter of position! Traitor!"
Shumagras did not expect to be suppressed from the beginning. His main power, mental pollution, had no effect on Kurohane at all. Instead, Kurohane absorbed it and purified it with the Phoenix Force.
"You have a great attitude. I like that. Keep it up." Kurohane shrugged.