Chapter 273 Anderson: "What is your plan?"
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Listening to the words from the old man's mouth, Lange looked at the long-lost grandfather in front of him, his eyes also full of doubts and curiosity.
His oily face and still strong body all showed signs that he had not suffered at all in hell.
Shet!
Even fatter than in the photo!
He looked so happy, but he actually claimed to kill Satan as his goal? Lange couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
After a moment of silence, a reassuring smile appeared on Lango's face: "Grandpa, why don't you continue to stay here and enjoy your happiness. Looking at your unwillingness to think about things, it doesn't look like you are here to kill Satan. .”
"Boy, are you looking down on me?"
When Anderson heard this, he immediately raised his iron-hard arm in displeasure, clamped Lango's head tightly under his arm and shook it.
The old man rubbed Lango's head vigorously and said dissatisfiedly: "It seems that I died too early, which caused you to misunderstand my grandfather's strength. If you don't believe it, go to the Vatican and ask. Who is the most powerful exorcist in the history of the Holy See in the past thousands of years? ”
At this time, Teddy, who was gloating about his misfortune and using his mobile phone to quickly take pictures of Rango's deflated scene, heard this and replied curiously: "Isn't it Amos?"
"Waterfa? How could it be that Pussy?!" Anderson cursed silently, "That guy is just a weakling who can only hide behind me and recite curses! Falk, how do your teachers teach? ”
"These things are not taught in school!"
Lange muttered, and then with a lot of effort, he broke free from the old man's steel-like arms.
He rubbed his sore head and replied helplessly: "The only thing to blame is that you resigned from the Holy See. Now your name has become taboo in the Vatican. Ordinary believers only know the legendary exorcist priest A Moss, I don’t know about you at all.”
"Really?"
Anderson was still unhappy at first, but miraculously he did not get angry when he heard this.
He patted Lango's chest hard and said with a proud smile: "At least that bastard Amos will never be able to have children and such a good grandson like me in his whole life."
Looking at the old man's satisfied eyes, Lange couldn't help but smile.
Well, although this old guy is vulgar, lecherous, arrogant and foul-mouthed, it seems... at least he still has feelings for his family.
Anderson put his arm around Lango's shoulders, and the two sat on the sofa next to him.
Speaking of which, it is incredible that there are sofas in this ancient Greek-style marble palace. However, since there is even a strip club here, there seems to be nothing worth exploring.
The old man fumbled around in his arms, and three cigars appeared in his hands as if by magic. He skillfully handed one to Rango and Teddy, and after lighting it himself, as the smoke filled the air, he slowly opened the floodgates of memories. : "How are you doing at home recently? How is your dad? Forget it, let's not talk about that guy. How are your uncle and the others? I remember that when I died, their family seemed to have given birth to a boy?"
Lango held his cigarette butt in his mouth and responded with concentration: "Well, there was more than one, and later we added another one, named Dean and Sam, both of whom are very outstanding. That boy Sam is taller than your grandfather, and he can fight both of them." NBA.”
"Fake, those are all things that Nicos play with."
Anderson shook his head indifferently, and then asked curiously: "What about your uncle? Haven't you seen him?"
After hearing this, Lango recalled it. In his memory, he didn't seem to have met Dean and his father a few times. The only few times were when he was a child and had not gone to Africa.
He shook his head and explained: "When Sam was born, the yellow-eyed devil suddenly appeared and took away my aunt's life. Since then, my uncle has taken Dean and Sam around to pursue the traces of the yellow-eyed devil..."< br>
At this point, Lango paused deliberately and looked at Anderson. However, although the old man's face was full of anger, he was not as angry as he was after he discovered that he had appeared in hell.
The old man turned to look at Lango and asked, "If I guess correctly, you should have avenged your family."
"Of course!" Lange said seriously: "After I had the strength to deal with Yellow Eyes, I immediately found the bastard and took Dean and Sam to kill him together!"
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As he spoke, he took out the Colt revolver and the black Holy Cross finger tiger from his waist, slapped it on the table, pointed at them and said, "These are the two guys I used!"
"Oh~" Anderson looked at the pistol and finger tiger in front of him and couldn't help but look surprised, "I didn't expect you to find it"
He gently picked up the finger tiger, and his fingertips gently slid over the complicated patterns on the revolver, as if he had returned to the distant past: "I remember, when I first went out with the priest to exorcise demons, those seniors faced the demons, Either the Bible is read or holy water is poured out.”
"At that time, I was full of doubts and asked the leading priest why we must rely on the power of God instead of using fists and bullets to drive out the devil."
"I have forgotten what the old guy said, but I still remember the ridicule. He laughed at me for being too naive and said that mortals would never be able to defeat the devil without relying on God."
"But all he said was Bullshit!"
Anderson spoke firmly, put on the finger tiger, and held the revolver tightly. In an instant, the two weapons burst out with bright golden light, like the arrival of gods!
"Devils can control people's hearts, strengthen their bodies, and even possess extraordinary powers. If we can only rely on God, wouldn't mortals be lifeless?"
"So, I began to practice hard, honing myself day after day, carving the powerful exorcism spell into my skin, even stealing the holy relics of faith from the Vatican and melting them into this revolver and finger tiger."
"The moment I put down my Bibles and picked them up, guess what?"
The old man grinned with a pale smile, "Not only demons, but also angels are beginning to be afraid of me."
".Awesome."
Lango felt the substantial pressure around him and couldn't help but clapped his hands in wonder. Sure enough, there was no simple guy named Winchester, no matter how old he was.
Anderson smiled and returned the finger tiger and the revolver to Lango: "You should keep these two weapons. I already have a more suitable weapon."
Lango remembered the two golden blunderbuss that Anderson showed when he was furious in hell. The sacred power of that moment directly tore the surrounding succubi into pieces, and its power was breathtaking.
Putting the finger tiger and the revolver away, Lango did not leave in a hurry, but asked strangely: "Grandpa, what did you mean when you just said that you also want to kill Satan? Also, are you familiar with Lucifer?"
"It's all because I listened to that bastard that I was trapped in Limbo. Otherwise, even if I quit the Holy See, my achievements on earth would be enough for me to enter heaven."
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Anderson said angrily, and suddenly he raised his head, looked around, and immediately spotted Lucifer hiding behind the stone pillar, and then burst into deafening curses.
"Mom, Fuck, you actually have the nerve to come see me?!"
Before he finished speaking, Anderson's figure disappeared from Rango's side in an instant, and the next moment he appeared next to Lucifer who was about to escape.
Teleport?
Lange raised his eyebrows when he saw this. It seemed that becoming an undead was not without its benefits. His grandfather actually mastered this supernatural power. Bang bang bang——!
As soon as Anderson saw Lucifer, he mercilessly slapped him on the head several times. The crisp slap made Lango clenched his fists involuntarily, for fear that Lucifer would fight back furiously.
Not only him, but even the death wolf Dais also stepped aside, fearing that the old man's blood would splash on him.
Only Quagma and Lao Qiao recognized Anderson's identity. After being shocked, they immediately stood behind the old man with the same hatred and hatred.
But what was unexpected was that Lucifer, who was slapped several times by Anderson, still maintained his unstinting look. Not only was he not angry, but he patted the old man's back comfortingly, with an awkward yet polite smile on his face.
But Anderson's anger did not diminish at all. He grabbed Lucifer by the collar and almost spit on Lucifer's face: "You bastard made me wait in hell for so many years in vain for Satan to return. You actually have the nerve to come to hell to see me!”
Lucifer wiped the saliva on his face and smiled awkwardly: "Twenty years is actually nothing. I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years."
"Then what's going on now?!" Anderson pointed at Lango, with a cold glint in his eyes, and threatened: "You actually kidnapped my grandson and sent him to hell. What exactly do you want to do? Do you want him to be your cannon fodder? ”
"Walt? NO!" After hearing this, Lucifer immediately retorted aggrievedly: "It's obviously your grandson who has to come down to deal with Satan. It's none of my business. Strictly speaking, I'm the one who was kidnapped!"
"That doesn't mean you can take my Winchester family members to adventure in hell at will!" Anderson remained unyielding and angrily scolded Lucifer.
In the ensuing exchange of words between the two people, Lango and others who were watching gradually understood the grudges between Anderson and Lucifer.
More than twenty years ago, when Anderson's life was about to come to an end, Lucifer quietly came to the door and found this old man who was already dying.
When he opened his mouth, he proposed to take Anderson to hell, which made Anderson so angry that he almost regained consciousness, picked up the weapon again and crushed this guy with black wings to death.
The old man has spent his whole life subduing demons and demons in the world. Countless demons and ghosts have died under his hands, and countless ordinary people have been rescued by him.
Even though he quit the Holy See after middle age, he continued to fight for the safety of the world in his "wooden house". Based on the contributions he made during his lifetime, he is definitely qualified to go to heaven and enjoy blessings.
But Lucifer found him before the angels who led him there, and offered to take him to hell. How can the grumpy Anderson endure this?
But after listening to Lucifer's next words, he fell silent and agreed without much hesitation, willingly falling into hell with the other person.
The reason is also very simple. Lucifer told him that before long, the devil Satan will return to hell, and that guy will definitely invade the world by then.
You, Anderson, were so awesome back then that you not only fought against Satan's evil clones, but also dispersed and eliminated them. When Satan comes back, the first thing he will do is to attack your Winchester family.
So for the sake of future generations, don't even think about going to heaven to enjoy happiness. Stay peacefully in hell, wait for Satan to wake up, and join forces with Lucifer to kill that guy.
Anderson was a little surprised at first. After all, even if he went to heaven, it didn't mean that he couldn't fight Satan in the lower world.
But Lucifer told him seriously how troublesome it is for the angels in heaven to go to the lower world, how many procedures they need to go through, and how difficult it is to choose a suitable host body.
By the time he found his body and came down to the human world, the Winchester family had long been wiped out by Satan.
In contrast, if Anderson chooses to follow Lucifer to hell, as an undead specially approved by the King of Hell, he will not only enjoy heaven-like treatment in hell, but also have great autonomy, and his strength will not be the same. Somewhat weakened.
These words finally convinced Anderson. For the safety of future generations, he resolutely gave up the opportunity to go to heaven and followed Lucifer into the abyss of Limbo.
Life in hell was pretty good. The level he stayed in not only had wine, meat, and succubi, but also a constant supply of recreational items from the human world.
During the days in hell, the level Anderson lived in was considered luxurious. The succubus had everything he wanted, and even enjoyed recreational items from the human world.
At first, he thought Lucifer took good care of him, but as time went by, he gradually realized that Lucifer's original promise was pure fart.
The so-called great autonomy simply means that he can roam freely in hell, but he cannot return to the human world at all. What made him even more angry was that Lucifer had promised that Satan would return to hell soon, but he had waited for more than 20 years and never saw a trace of Satan.
When he realized that he had been deceived, he originally wanted to go to Lucifer to settle the score, but the bastard was already in the world. Regardless of hell, he couldn't find anyone to seek revenge.
So when Anderson saw Lucifer again, you can imagine his anger.
After listening to the two people's stories, Lange and others had no desire to stop him. After all, Lucifer's method of abducting people from heaven to hell was really a bit too rogue.
Fortunately, Anderson gradually calmed down after venting his anger. He glared at Lucifer and asked in a deep voice: "Regarding Satan, do you have any battle plan? I went to the ninth floor two days ago to inquire about it. The bastard was not in a generally comfortable state. He obviously did not care about you. The new king takes it seriously.”
When Lucifer heard this, his face was full of indifference and he said: "I'm not interested in hell anyway. I've been tired of this miserable place for tens of thousands of years. If he likes it, just give it back to him. As for the plan."< br>
He pointed in a direction and replied with a smile: "Your grandson Lange is the planner of this operation. You should ask him about this."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Lango.
Feeling this gaze, Lango took a deep breath and said with firm eyes: "Find him, catch up with him, and kill him!"
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After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and there was a trace of embarrassment and helplessness in the atmosphere.
What's the difference between riding a horse and not having a plan?
"Alas"
Anderson took off his glasses and sighed tiredly at first, but then a sigh of relief broke out on his face, "Sure enough, this is like our Winchester child."
He patted Lango's shoulder heavily and continued, "You go ahead. I have an old friend who also lives in this level of hell, but he recently went out to collect news and hasn't come back yet. When I find him, Let’s go down there and meet you again.”
"Okay!"
Lango nodded in agreement, and then hugged his grandfather tightly, a relative who reunited in hell.
That old guy Amos really hit the mark, his grandfather was really in hell.
After the exchange, Anderson took long strides and walked towards the depths of Limbo to find his old friend.
But halfway through, he suddenly stopped and turned back curiously and asked: "The junction between Limbo and other levels is a gap tens of thousands of meters long. It's impossible for so many of you to have the ability to fly." Right? ”
After hearing this, everyone shrugged their shoulders pretending to be relaxed, and then turned their attention to the petite figure on the ground - Little Winnie.
The next second, the milky voice sounded again:
"Wolves! Transform! Wild Wolf Fighter——!"
"Waterfa?!"
(End of chapter)