SUP Chapter 78: Who Isn't a Holy Soul?

Nightmare world.

The eternal cold wind carried snowflakes that slapped against Ian's face. He looked down in confusion at the demon's head dangling at his waist. The creature's murky eyes and face were filled with terror and fear.

"What dimensional demon god?"

Ian pondered while slightly furrowing his brow.

"You... you..." The demon's head was still immersed in incredulous horror. It couldn't understand how Superman's son could be a dimensional demon god.

This wasn't magical at all! Although the minotaur demon didn't understand science very well, it believed this situation definitely wasn't very scientific either! Kryptonians were cosmic god-clan, not dimensional demon god clan!

"You have a complete universe!"

Looking around in alarm and uncertainty.

The minotaur demon was observing and sensing this unfamiliar world.

And the more information it gathered.

The more terrified it became.

The massive figure in the sky, though devoid of life's breath, even as a corpse still made this demon that crawled out of hell feel suffocating terror. Just think about it, such an existence being hung in the sky like a decoration, how could it not make a small demon tremble with fear?

"I'm not a dimensional demon god, and I don't own a complete universe. I have a universe tumor 'growing' inside my body. It's a disease, but there's no treatment available so far."

"Thank goodness, since I don't want to cure it anyway."

Ian remembered his conversation with Lady Death. He certainly preferred to believe what that big shot said. A small demon that even he could handle couldn't compare to Lady Death in either vision or status.

"A universe growing inside your body! And you still say you're not a dimensional demon god!" The minotaur demon perhaps only heard what it wanted to hear. Its sharp screaming was particularly jarring in this silent world.

"I have inherited knowledge! I know this is your dimension! You're a dimensional demon god disguised as a human cub who somehow implanted false memories in Superman!"

"How could Heaven allow you to do this! Those damn angels absolutely couldn't tolerate you defiling a holy soul!" Its eyes were filled with horror.

Its tone was also full of disbelief. At this moment, the minotaur demon felt like it was gradually understanding everything. Why couldn't its hellfire harm this boy?

Why did the other party's spit nearly kill it? And that hammer attack that made its soul suffer unbearably, all the confusion now found reasonable and terrifying answers.

This boy was originally a dimensional demon god with maxed-out evil taste pretending to be weak! It was just a small demon, how could it possibly fight against such a terrifying existence?

Already on the same level as its own master!

"I defiled a holy soul?"

Ian thought about it. He felt the demon was cursing him. This kind of thing his uncle could tolerate and his aunt could also tolerate, but he couldn't, so he raised his hand and gave the demon two big slaps.

"Good! Trying to drive wedges in my family relationships again!"

Ian glared at the demon angrily, "You're the dimensional demon god! Your whole family are dimensional demon gods! Am I not holy? The angels' vision is indeed much better than you demons!"

"The angels definitely know that I'm as holy as my dad. When I go to church, the priests all love me so much, and even General MacArthur once said Ian is a good young man!"

Sometimes, telling little lies was actually harmless.

"Um... Douglas MacArthur never said that... I remember... his soul was given to me to eat..." The minotaur demon actually wanted to say it also hoped its whole family were dimensional demon gods, but it didn't have the courage. In the end, it could only weakly catch the small flaw in Ian's words.

"Ah!?"

Ian stared with wide eyes, stunned.

He had used the bootleg general quotes dozens of times, never expecting to encounter such reasonable fact-checking, leaving him with the embarrassed anger of someone whose pants had been pulled down.

"I don't believe it! You're lying! Unless you spit the general out for me!" It's just that Ian didn't bring his hammer over, otherwise he would definitely hammer the demon's head a few times no matter what.

How to put it, hammering demon heads was indeed addictive. Moreover, compared to hitting wooden fish, Ian felt that hammering demon heads would definitely accumulate real merit.

"I remembered wrong! I remembered wrong!" The minotaur demon saw the dangerous glint in Ian's eyes. It shuddered and intelligently chose to shut up.

At this moment, this hellish creature that crawled out of hell had absolutely unprecedented fear of Ian. No demon dared to provoke a dimensional demon god with a complete universe dimension.

It knew that if the "dimensional demon god" before it insisted on playing human, it had better cooperate with the other party's performance. Otherwise, death would probably become a luxury for it.

"That's more like it. How could I remember the general's words wrong? Even if you spit him out, it would only be the general himself who remembered wrong." Ian looked up comfortably at Galactus, whose head was poking out from the dark clouds. The tilted Galactus seemed to have moved closer to the ground.

"Why is it collapsing so slowly! I want to find a plane 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 buddy, in our America, you could definitely be charged with racial discrimination! I'd win for sure in court!" Ian sighed heavily.

After giving his system another round of PUA, he hung the demon's head at his waist and got up, preparing to visit that mysterious base again to understand the situation.

Following the direction in his memory.

Ian began running at full speed.

The demon's head at his waist bounced up and down with his movement.

But the demon didn't dare complain even a bit. The buildings on both sides of the street were covered with thick ice and snow. It kept using its murky eyes to spy on this unfamiliar world.

"What's that sound?"

Ian suddenly stopped.

Distant roaring and intense fighting sounds kept coming from afar.

Mixed in were the booming sounds of firearms.

"It's raining! I absolutely must go get drenched in this rain!" Ian immediately became as excited as if he'd been injected with adrenaline, changing direction and running toward where the sounds were coming from.

"Isn't it always snowing? Snow is just another form of rain. Look, it's raining in my mouth too." The demon's head became a philosopher and started being abstract.

Hanging at Ian's waist, it kept spitting white foam from its mouth. Obviously, it was dizzy from the bouncing. The demon that came to this world found that it seemed to have lost its supernatural status.

Just an immortal head.

"Death and immortality, what meaning do they have? Perhaps this is the demon's fate." It sighed, sorrowful, its voice sad.

"Shut up! Don't disturb me from listening and locating. My most beloved hail of bullets is nearby!" Ian raised his hand again and gave the demon's head at his waist several big slaps.

"Stop hitting! It really hurts!"

The demon immersed in melancholic philosophy immediately became somewhat clearer in its gaze. Ian took the opportunity to find the source of the commotion, shuttling through a small alley to a frozen fountain square.

Blood.

Still blood.

Crimson warm blood was everywhere.

The previously intense fighting sounds had come from here.

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