Chapter 272 Rango: "Grandpa?!"
"Hahaha"
"Unbelievable!"
"Hey, buddy, move to the side, you're squeezing me."
"Be careful, don't step on the little guys' noses."
Far away from the surface of the water, at the bottom of the unfathomable depths, a "Wolf Submarine" composed of wolf cubs is shuttled at an astonishing speed, driven by twelve wolf tails that swing rapidly like propellers.
Any undead that tried to get close to this "submarine" would be cut into pieces by those razor-sharp wolf tails before they could get close. They could only avoid it from a distance and watch it whizzing by.
Inside the submarine, Lango is closely monitoring the movements on the water through the periscope.
The originally peaceful Yachiron River had become turbulent at this moment, but they were unaware of it in the Wolf submarine. It was as smooth as riding a tram.
What's even more exciting is that Lango has vaguely seen the outline of the land.
"Thanks, little guy."
Lango moved his face away, smiled and patted the butt of a wolf cub in front of him.
He didn’t know the structure and principle of the periscope. Anyway, through the butt of a little wolf, he could get a glimpse of the outside world...
"How is the situation? Have you seen the shore?" At this time, Lucifer walked over lazily and asked.
After passing through the Yachiron River, he has deeply realized that these guys brought by Lange all have special skills. He doesn't know whether they can defeat Satan, but it is not difficult for them to go deep into the bottom of hell.
"Soon, land is in sight."
Lango responded. Just as he was about to light a cigarette, he suddenly realized the current environment. He quickly put away the cigarette case and turned to Lucifer: "According to you, you can see the so-called Gate of Hell and the Ninth Level of Hell, don’t you have any advice for us?”
When Lucifer heard this, he smiled helplessly and glanced at the partners brought by Lango - Quagma, Lao Qiao, Death Wolf Dais and others.
He looked at this group of high-spirited people, his eyelids drooped a few times, and he said helplessly: "You guys, what other advice do you need? Just rush through. What devil can stop you?"
"That's right."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Soon after, accompanied by waves of passionate howls, a submarine composed of a pack of wolves jumped out of the water with a shocking "bang" like a giant beast breaking through the water!
"Swish, swish, swish~"
When they set foot on land, these little guys swayed their bodies excitedly, as if they were performing a joyful dance. The wet hair quickly returned to dryness under their rapid shaking, and at this moment, each of them had a bulging belly and kept burping.
It was obviously eating dead souls underwater, and it looked both funny and cute.
But Lange and his friends were not attracted by the naivety of these little guys, and all their attention was focused on the red portal standing in front of them like a Japanese torii gate.
This gate-like building was entangled with countless twisted vines like blood vessels, and the pillars on both sides were covered with undead heads. They were wailing in pain, and their miserable screams were terrifying.
At the top of the portal, lines of heart-stopping words are written in red words:
"Enter the miserable city from now on"
"From now on, we step into the abyss of pain"
"From now on, enter the crowd of people who will never recover"
"He who comes will soon abandon all hope"
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Everyone stared at these words and remained silent for a long time.
In the end, Lango looked at Lucifer with disgust, "Are you serious, buddy? Is this the aesthetic of your hell?"
"You can't blame me. This place was like this when I first came to hell." Lucifer explained helplessly: "You can't expect a group of guys who see either undead or demons every day to create anything aesthetically pleasing. .”
After some teasing and joking, everyone took big steps towards the gate of hell without hesitation.
Although this thing looks very bluffing, there are almost no normal people present. The only ones who look like ordinary people are Quagma and Lao Qiao, who have been fighting against dark creatures for decades. What kind of disgusting pursuits are there? I have never seen anything like this before, so naturally I can’t be frightened by these few lines of words.
But what was a little surprising was that because Lucifer had been hiding, everyone didn't know much about hell. They thought they would meet a gatekeeper monster like a three-headed hell dog just like in a fairy tale.
As a result, they saw nothing now, not even a gatekeeper, so they were allowed to enter the gate of hell directly and came to the first level of hell in Lucifer's mouth.
Limbo.
There was no feeling of falling at all. When they crossed the gate of hell, a light seemed to flash before their eyes, and then they came to a completely different world.
The scene here is completely different from the outside world. There is no spreading red stone magma, no pungent smell of sulfur, and not even the wails of the undead can be heard.
Instead, what they saw were splendid palaces, with laughter and the enticing smell of wine and meat coming from inside.
"Waterfa?!"
Lango's eyes widened, looking at the undead guys in the palace in the distance who seemed to be drunk and dreaming. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Lucifer, his face full of doubts.
"Don't tell us we are going in the wrong direction. Is this hell or heaven?"
Lucifer looked around with emotion and explained casually: "Although Limbo is the first level of hell, strictly speaking, it is not actually a real hell."
"You can think of this place as a 'waiting station' before going to hell. All the people who can stay here are human beings who have made great contributions to the world, such as Socrates, Plato, and Euclid."
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, several philosophers with big beards and full of wisdom at first glance were sitting together, drinking and discussing something eloquently, seemingly completely immersed in their own thoughts. in the world.
Lucifer continued: "These guys who you humans call great men are all 'chaste pagans'. They have outstanding talents, behave morally, and have not committed any sins. Logically speaking, they can definitely go to heaven." , but it’s a pity”
He shrugged and said somewhat amusingly: "When they were alive, Christianity had not yet been established, and there was no way of leading good people to heaven. Therefore, they could only wait in Limbo for God's judgment. . But you also know what happened later. God has left heaven and is hiding in other places, so these people can only stay here.”
"However, because of the huge contributions they made during their lifetime, even in hell, they will not suffer any torture, but live a more nourishing life than in the human world."
"Oh, by the way, in addition to those ancient people, there are also many people here who can obviously go to heaven but are unwilling to go."
Lucifer patted Rango on the shoulder thoughtfully and winked: "Maybe there are some acquaintances of yours in there."
"Nervous, I don't have any acquaintances with idiots who can go to heaven to enjoy happiness but have to stay in hell to suffer."
Lango waved his hand gently, with an indifferent smile on his face. Now that they had arrived at this place, and there didn't seem to be any guards blocking them, they decided to just stroll around casually.
Not only Rango had this idea, Teddy, Quagma and others could no longer restrain their curiosity, looked around impatiently, and ran out. Lange and others followed them. Instead of rushing to the next level, they first visited this mysterious Limbo prison carefully.
Just like what they saw when they first arrived here, there were towering and splendid palaces standing all around, where elites from different eras in the long history gathered together.
Although they wore all kinds of clothes and spoke different languages, everyone was immersed in this tranquility and contentment, enjoying this unique world.
Inside the palace, there is a dazzling array of fine wines and delicacies, and the fragrance is overflowing. There are also a group of succubi with long tails shuttled through, playing the role of maids, providing meticulous services to these undead guests.
This scene is like a fairyland on earth, no different from the legendary paradise.
When this group of undead saw Lange and others, these living visitors, instead of showing any disgust or surprise, they waved enthusiastically, with friendly smiles on their faces, inviting everyone to join in their chat.
This reminded Lango of his own museum. Whenever late at night falls, the celebrity exhibition hall on the second floor will show a similar scene.
But the resurrected statues there are not as comfortable and comfortable as the undead, let alone being accompanied by succubus maids.
Lango casually chatted with a guy named Archimedes. The other person seemed to have a clear understanding of the development of the outside world, and his words were full of yearning to return to the world.
And Lango was also full of curiosity about this group of guys. Logically speaking, these undead people are obviously ancient Greeks. Even if they die, they should be taken away by Hades's God of Death in the underworld. There is no way they can go to hell. The edge is right.
How the gods on these two sides divide the scope of law enforcement is still a mystery.
While Lango was talking to Archimedes, Teddy suddenly jumped out of the crowd, tugging at Lango's trousers in a panic, with shock written all over his face.
"Lanlango, I seem to have met your grandfather."
"Are you kidding me? He and Amos are twins in the Vatican. They are already enjoying their blessings in heaven."
Seeing the boy's stammering look, Lange couldn't help but frown and said, "You must have recognized the wrong person, right?"
His grandfather passed away less than two years after he was born. Teddy had not been summoned by him at that time, so how could he recognize his grandfather Anderson.
"It's really your grandfather!" Teddy shouted excitedly, explaining eagerly, "There used to be a picture of him hanging at home, how could I have seen it wrong! If you don't believe it, just follow me..."
With that said, Teddy pulled Lango's trousers and dragged him deeper into the palace.
After passing through the bustling crowd and experiencing the "warm hospitality" of countless enchanting succubi, the two came to a place that looked like a striptease club.
The surroundings are filled with steel pipes that look like tentacles. The succubi with double horns on their heads and swaying tails are dressed in thin fabrics and transform into pole dancers, clinging to the steel pipes and swaying.
From time to time, several tentacles with suction cups stretched out from those steel pipes and wrapped around their bodies, adding a bit of weirdness and temptation.
"Tut tut tut"
Lange touched his chin, his eyes flashing with appreciation and amusement.
No wonder these bastards don't want to go to heaven. How can angels be as good as succubi?
However, just as he was about to light a cigarette and savor this visual feast, he suddenly caught a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. At that moment, Lange was stunned on the spot, as if he was frozen by an invisible force.
I saw an old man hugging two succubi on the left and right, holding a pile of indulgence coupons in his hands. Amidst the sweet words of the succubi, he laughed excitedly from time to time and stuffed the indulgence coupons into their deep Vs. He also took out his fingers in an extremely obscene manner and put them on the tip of his nose to savor the inexplicable aroma.
Pale short hair, round glasses, nearly two meters tall, an old but still strong body, and the iconic black windbreaker...
The old man's appearance and clothing are exactly the same as the portrait of Lango's grandfather Anderson!
"Walt-fa?!"
Lange was so shocked that he held his head in his hands. The grandfather in his memory was the tender and strong man who often stared at the photos of his deceased wife, with endless sorrow in his eyes.
How could he become like this wretched old man in front of me? !
Teddy gloated and cheered: "Look, Rango, am I right? This guy is definitely Anderson! Even the scar on his neck is exactly the same! Come up and get to know each other, man!"
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"I don't think this is a good idea. It's better to just leave."
Lango pretended not to hear and retreated quietly, eager to escape from here.
He finally got out of the broken filter of his parents, Peter and Louise, but he didn't want his grandfather to be a loser as well.
But just as they were about to leave this strip club-like place, a surprise shout suddenly sounded: "Rango! Haha, is that you, Rango? My good grandson!"
The old man who was enjoying the succubus facial cleanser service discovered them at some point, shouted excitedly, got up and ran over excitedly.
"Uh, grandpa." Lange looked at the strong old man like an iron tower in front of him and scratched his head. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still replied honestly.
Hearing this title, the smile on Anderson's face became even brighter.
He patted Lango's shoulder heavily, and sighed with red eyes: "I never expected to see you here, child. Look, this is the most outstanding eldest grandson of our Winchester family!"< br>
Lango smiled in agreement, and when he was about to say something, Anderson suddenly frowned, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly: "No, why did you come to hell? Damn Fake, it's Lucifer." What the bastard did? How dare he send my grandson to hell?”
Before he finished speaking, two blunderbuss swords shining with golden light suddenly appeared in his hands, with a sacred and majestic aura flowing on the blades.
The surrounding succubi seemed to have encountered a disaster, and they instantly let out a shrill wail, and then turned into ashes under the impact of this sacred power!
"Holy shit."
Seeing the strong sense of oppression emanating from the old man, Lange quickly stepped forward and comforted him: "Don't be angry. This has nothing to do with him. I came here myself."
Immediately afterwards, Lango told Anderson everything about what happened to the world on Halloween night: Satan has returned to hell, and his trip is precisely to lead everyone to defeat Satan.
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After hearing this, Anderson stared blankly at his grandson in front of him, as if he was trying to digest the information.
"You"
He seemed to have no reaction and asked confirmingly: "In other words, you are here to deal with Satan, and you have also joined forces with Lucifer, the God of Death, and the two boys Quagma and Jonah?"
"That's right!" Lange nodded heavily.
At this moment, Anderson saw his determined look. After being silent for a few seconds, he finally couldn't help but ask: "But if you kill Satan, who should I kill?"
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(End of chapter)