Ch. 316 The Great Demon Paris

The rope that appeared in Russell's hand was none other than one of Diana's signature weapons, the Lasso of Truth.

Just like when he went to Asgard, Diana had entrusted him with the Sword of Athena and the Lasso of Truth when she knew he was going to Hell.

If it weren't for the fact that Russell couldn't fit into his armor, Diana might have considered giving him that as well.

Of course, even if Diana had offered it, Russell would never wear it. He would never wear women's clothing in his lifetime!

The light emitted by the Lasso of Truth quickly caught the attention of the large demon with two pairs of bat-like wings.

Seeing Russell, who was barely taller than his knee, approaching with the Lasso of Truth, the demon, who could clearly speak, didn't say anything but roared at Russell like a wild beast.

Unlike the roars of ordinary beasts, the demon's roar seemed to carry some sonic attack effects.

Unfortunately, for Russell, who had enhanced his physique to an unbelievable level, this had no meaning at all.

Not to mention just a sonic attack, even a nuclear bomb attack wouldn't shake his confidence in physically withstanding it now.

Kryptonian physiology plus Divine Sun Power, that's how mighty he was!

The demon's roar only made Russell smell a strong scent of sulfur but had no other effect.

Seeing Russell completely unaffected and approaching him without hesitation, the demon felt a sense of disdain emanating from him.

A puny human dared to underestimate noble Hell demons!

Once it realized this, the massive demon, without any hesitation, raised its enormous right hand, like a car, and slammed it fiercely toward Russell, as if it wanted to scare him to death.

However, just as the demon swung down its right hand, Russell, who had been walking casually, suddenly disappeared from the demon's sight.

Before it could react, the massive demon felt a strong burning sensation, as if its neck were being scorched by divine energy.

With just a slight use of his super speed, Russell had evaded the demon's attack.

Subsequently, he exerted a bit of force with his legs and lightly jumped, instantly landing above the demon's head.

At the same time, the Lasso of Truth in his hand, as if it had a life of its own, flew toward the demon's neck and wrapped around it in the blink of an eye.

Once the Lasso of Truth was fastened around the demon's neck, Russell didn't hesitate. He pulled with all his might using his right hand.

The massive demon, with its incredible size, instantly felt an irresistible force.

Under this unreasonable force, the demon's feet left the ground.

Without giving the demon a chance to flap its bat wings, Russell mercilessly smashed it to the ground.

Boom!

The demon, with its sharp fangs and claws, crashed into the sandy ground like a meteor.

The dust raised by the impact had not yet dissipated when Russell landed on the demon's chest. He raised his right foot and stomped down.

Crack!

When he stomped, Russell specifically chose a spot, targeting one of the demon's ribs on its chest.

Even though demons from Hell weren't flesh and blood creatures, they had the same anatomical structures as regular flesh and blood creatures. Just like normal flesh and blood creatures, demons had their vital organs, including a heart and a brain.

As long as the heart was pierced or the head was severed, even demons with incredible regenerative abilities could only become the lowest-level hellworms in the River Styx and experience the cruel competition for a new chance at promotion with their lives.

Although some demons, after falling, could be promoted back from hellworms to their original ranks, most demons weren't that lucky.

The world of demons was far more brutal than human society.

Once they fell into hellworms, their past enemies wouldn't miss the opportunity for revenge. By then, it was a stroke of luck not to be tortured by their enemies for a thousand years.

After stomping on the demon's rib, Russell put away the Lasso of Truth in his hand without paying any attention to the demon's wails and resistance, as if he were taking a stroll, he walked toward its head.

Then, he raised his right foot and brought it down once again.

Bang!

The massive head of the demon suffered a strong impact and slammed hard into the sandy ground.

Before this massive demon could lift its head again, Russell directed his right foot at one of the sharp horns on top of the demon's head.

A few more kicks!

These two horns on top of the demon's head, which were as strong as steel, were broken by Russell with his unreasonable brute force.

By now, the demon finally realized its mistake.

The Russell standing on its head wasn't an opponent it had encountered before; it was the most powerful human it had ever met in its life.

However, at this point, it was too late for anything.

Before the massive demon could beg for mercy, Russell seized the opportunity to "torture" him. His right foot continued to descend upon its head, as if he were kicking a soccer ball.

It wasn't until he had kicked the demon into a bloody pulp that Russell finally stopped.

Superficially, he appeared to be intentionally torturing the demon at this point.

However, in reality, he was estimating the physical strength of Hell demons through this demon.

In terms of rank, this demon wasn't considered a high-ranking demon in Hell.

But it also wasn't a low-ranking demon; it was an unequivocal middle-ranking demon.

By testing the demon's physical condition, Russell could roughly estimate the physical strength of lower-ranking and higher-ranking demons.

This would be helpful for his upcoming journey to Hell.

After all, he wasn't Diana, who had extensive experience in demon slaying.

He wasn't Doom, who had experience summoning demons from Hell now and then.

His knowledge of demons, apart from Diana's explanations and what he had heard from mythological stories, was mostly from the Kamar-Taj Magic Book.

If he had known that he would go to Hell someday, when he was in Asgard, he should have asked Thor for detailed information on Hell and demons.

Compared to Earth, Asgard had much more knowledge about Hell and demons.

After Russell walked down from his own head, the massive demon named Paris finally spoke.

"I surrender!"

"Paris is willing to pledge loyalty to you!"

After saying that, the massive demon Paris got up from the ground, half-knelt on the sandy ground, lowered its head, and looked at Russell with a respectful expression on its face.

Indeed, it was a demon from Hell; it surrendered without any psychological pressure.

Russell looked up at Paris and calmly said, "Release the demonic aura in you and wait for me here."

After saying that, Russell walked towards Doom.

"I thought you would use magic to deal with this demon," Doom said to Russell.

"Close combat is also a required course for Kamar-Taj sorcerer!" Russell replied silently.

Then, he opened a dazzling golden portal.

"Let's go!"

After that, Russell entered the portal first.

Even though he hadn't told Doom where they were going, he was confident that Doom understood his intentions.

Just as he had guessed, Doom didn't hesitate and followed him into the portal.

After the shimmering golden portal disappeared, the demon Paris, standing in the sandy area, wore a puzzled expression.

Is that it?

'I'm still here!'

The demon race, though known for their cunning across the multiverse, Paris the Great Demon was now completely unsure of what Russell and Doom were up to.

After using its innate sensory abilities to thoroughly scan the area for several kilometers, the confusion on Paris the Great Demon's face became even more apparent.

Did they really leave?

After confirming that both Russell and Doom had indeed departed, an instinctual thought of turning and fleeing crossed Paris the Great Demon's mind.

However, just as it was about to flap its bat-like wings and leave the area, it began to mutter to itself.

"No, this doesn't feel right!"

"He's testing me!"

"Yes, he must be testing me!"

"If I leave now, he will surely return to inflict a more cruel punishment on me!"

After some self-perceived careful thinking, Paris the Great Demon believed it had figured out Russell and Doom's true intentions.

Thinking this, it sneered disdainfully.

To underestimate the intelligence of demons, even a mere human dared to do so; it was truly overestimating their abilities!

Paris the Great Demon abandoned the idea of leaving and sat down on the sandy ground, waiting for Russell and Doom's return.

However, Paris the Great Demon had no idea that Russell and Doom hadn't gone very far. They were currently on a small sand dune about a kilometer away.

The reason Paris the Great Demon couldn't sense them was that they had cast a concealment spell.

Heading to Hell soon, if they couldn't even hide their own human presence, then there was no point in going to Hell.

"I'm starting to doubt the descriptions of demons in the rumors; this guy doesn't seem very intelligent," Russell said to Doom.

"Not every demon likes to solve problems with intelligence," Doom replied silently.

"In an environment like Hell, most demons prefer to use brute force after staying there for a long time. Only when they encounter opponents that brute force can't handle do they consider using some cunning schemes."

"As for the rumor that demons are all very cunning, the reason is simple. Demons that aren't cunning can't deceive intelligent beings into falling."

"So, over time, demons being cunning became common knowledge."

Doom replied quietly.

"You're right, this big demon indeed doesn't seem very clever," Russell said with a smile.

"What you're saying is correct; this particular demon isn't very intelligent," Doom responded with a smile.

Time passed gradually.

Paris the Great Demon thought it was waiting for Russell and Doom's return. However, it couldn't have imagined that the Ghost Rider, Johnny, was currently riding his Hellfire motorcycle at top speed towards them.

"He's coming!" Russell sensed Johnny's presence when he was still more than ten kilometers away.

"Yep," Doom, who was sitting, also stood up and looked in the direction of the Ghost Rider, Johnny.

Paris the Great Demon's sensory abilities weren't as good as Russell and Doom's. It wasn't until Johnny was just two kilometers away from it that it sensed Johnny's presence.

"Oh, crap!"

Although Paris the Great Demon hadn't seen Johnny before, it was familiar with him. Johnny was the knight designated by the Lord of Hell, Mephisto.

Currently, when there were only a handful of Ghost Riders left in Hell, any Ghost Rider had some fame in Hell.

Sometimes, these demons who couldn't go to the mortal realm to tempt humans into falling even opened betting on which of these Ghost Riders would send more souls to Hell.

At the moment, Johnny had the lowest odds.

After sensing Johnny's presence, Paris the Great Demon couldn't sit still any longer and hastily got up, flapping its bat wings, intending to leave as fast as possible.

However, it had underestimated Johnny's speed. Or more accurately, it had underestimated the speed of Johnny's Hellfire motorcycle.

Just as it took off into the air, Johnny arrived right in front of it on his imposing Hellfire motorcycle.

Seeing that Paris the Great Demon had intentions of escaping, Johnny didn't waste any time. He simply tore off the iron chains wrapped around him.

In the next moment, the seemingly ordinary iron chains wrapped around the fiery Hellfire.

With the blessing of Hellfire, Johnny wasted no time and unleashed his signature technique, the Hellfire Chain.

The Hellfire chains, formed as if made of white bones, flew towards Paris the Great Demon like lightning and instantly bound Paris's right leg.

Simultaneously, Johnny's Hellfire motorcycle emitted a unique engine sound and accelerated forward.

The moment Paris the Great Demon's right leg was ensnared by the Hellfire chains, it knew that it was in serious trouble tonight.

Will Russell and Doom come back? It couldn't be sure right now. However, it was very certain that if it didn't find a way to break free from the Hellfire chains, it would immediately become one of the trophies of the Ghost Rider, Johnny.

Thinking of this, Paris the Great Demon immediately abandoned the idea of escaping and pounced towards Ghost Rider, Johnny, like a predatory hawk.

While it might not necessarily be a match for Johnny, it at least had a slim chance of survival if it fought back.

Soon, Paris the Great Demon and Ghost Rider, Johnny, were locked in combat.

As they began to fight, Russell and Doom exchanged glances and each began to cast teleportation spells.

While the portal magic was a good teleportation spell, it wasn't particularly suitable for combat. With the time it took to draw the circle, they might as well throw more spells at the enemy.

For beings of Russell and Doom's caliber, casting instantaneous spells was a piece of cake.

In just a blink of an eye, Russell and Doom arrived near Ghost Rider, Johnny.

Divine Ray!

Seeing that Paris the Great Demon was trying to break free from the Hellfire chains wrapped around its right leg, Russell didn't hesitate. He raised his hand, and a golden divine ray shot out, instantly severing the Hellfire chains in Johnny's hand.

"Stay on the side, don't get killed!" Russell told Paris the Great Demon.

"Understood, Master!" Paris the Great Demon replied without hesitation.

After Paris spoke, Doom's voice came over.

"Don't make a move yet, let me handle this!"

"Alright," Russell said silently.