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The experiment of the magic circle was relatively successful, but it consumed a little too much 'material'. It took more than thirty aliens to activate the magic circle to summon a hell demon, but the quality was still the lowest.

Zhang San's luck was also very good, but unfortunately he knelt down directly on the other side before the whip could hit him a few times.

A few minutes later.

The magic circle that lit up on the ground once again opened the passage to hell, but this time the demon summoned was obviously much more temperamental and uglier than the last one.

It has no wings, looks like a bald head, and its fangs are directly exposed without lips.

Taking out the whip, Zhang San left deep scars on his face as he shouted that he wanted to eat people, but instead of becoming quiet, the other party was enraged and stretched out his hand, ready to tear him apart.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Feeling the severe pain, the demon raised his hands to protect his face, without any pause on his claw-like feet.

Wow - poof!

"what!!!"

The holy water that made the devil hate and disgust him the most was poured on him, and the whip that followed intensified the pain he suffered at this time!

The demon started to back away in fear, and used his arms as if they had been burned to withstand the whippings again and again until there was no way out.

"Tell me what you want to do! I'll help you get it done!"

Just now he didn't feel the summoner restraining him, so he was a little arrogant and aggressive, but now he has reacted.

The other party doesn't need a binding spell at all!

Snapped! Snapped.

The silent Zhang San kept waving the whip in his hand without stopping. The demon, who was begging loudly for mercy, finally squatted down and leaned against the cold wall, turning sideways to try to avoid the long whip that kept beating him.

The prisoners who were still alive in the entire prison were leaning against the wall, hugging their legs, or curling up into a ball, trembling, and burying their heads in their arms. It seemed that only by doing so could they get a sense of security from the miserable screams.

A few more hours passed.

"Everyone should work hard for me! Especially you!!!"

Snapped!Snapped!

Morris, who was standing next to a group of demons, had a fierce expression and used the long whip in his hand to whip a guy who had welded a metal plate in the wrong position for the second time.

The beaten demon looked back at him in fear, then hurriedly picked up the tool and re-welded the wrong metal plate.

Seeing Morris nod with satisfaction, the devil just breathed a sigh of relief and was whipped again.

"Who told you to rest?! Get to work!!!"

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He is a traitor, rebelling against the devil and rebelling against hell.

Different from the inner thoughts of this 'similar', Morris feels that this is hell, a hell under his control!

All demons must obey his orders and must obey his management. There is no better place than this.

On Earth far away from the war world, there is the small town of Evergreen.

Zhang San, who returned to the Houshan base, gave up the management rights of the summoned demons to the first red-skinned demon who knelt down and recognized his identity. Not only did he eat less and sleep quickly, the most important thing was that he Yes, I still use honorifics!

It is rare for a demon to be so polite. Boss Zhang thinks that he is a talent, and talents should not do the same things as other demons.

"Owner."

The wanderer looked reluctant and lowered his head to the keyboard that appeared in front of him. It seemed that Corelli's training was very effective.

"Master, Lex Luthor wants her to cooperate in completing several studies about the outer universe." Gilotino walked to it and told the keyboard what Luthor wanted to convey.

The bald man's desire to study the gods of the outer universe is probably related to the power of the Wanderer. She is the key figure who brought the Dan North family to this universe. Her ability allows her to discover and go to another dimension.

Zhang San left the wanderer here, and he and Gilotino who followed him went to the laboratory.

[It seems that there is no agreement. 】

Luther, who had just put down the things in his hands, turned around and was ready to face the questions on the keyboard. He already had a way to deal with it when he made his request.

"The world of the Outer Universe God is very likely to be different from our parallel world. Don't you want to see what her world is like?"

"I don't like slaves who have their own little ideas. Zhang San kept you because you are still of some use, but if I find someone smarter than you in the parallel world, do you think I will still leave you? Do you always think about leaving those who run away?”

The words on the keyboard immediately ruined Luther's good mood. He looked at the other party in silence for a few seconds before speaking: "No one smarter than me will surrender to you. Let's treat this as if it didn't happen." How are you doing?"

"Not great, because I'll find another Lex Luthor who understands."

In the next second, the bald man, swallowed by fear, went from being unsteady to holding on to the table next to him to sitting directly on the ground.

"Lex has thought about breaking the bracelet and running away before, and he still has this idea."

The Meditation Mite saw that the 'smart man' was being punished by the keyboard, and it quickly flew over and tried to kill Luther with fire.

There can only be one smartest person in this laboratory. Desard has not spoken to it recently, but Lex Luthor mocks it every day for being a waste.

The bald man has regarded this as the joy of a boring life, and the Meditation Mite wants him dead now!

"Go back to work, or you'll be like him."

The yellow energy spreading from the keyboard hand frightened the green bug and turned around and flew back to his workbench. It only wanted to see Lex Luthor suffer but did not want to help bear the burden.

The punishment lasted for ten minutes, and Luther, who turned pale at the end, lowered his head and took a deep breath of air. What he had just experienced would never happen again.

"Next time I will let the Ace of Clubs punish you, that little girl from the same universe as you."

"No I won't think otherwise, ever."

Luther, who was leaning against the workbench, recognized the name spoken on the keyboard. The little girl named Club Ace had powerful psychic abilities. She even scared the clown into a drooling dementia for a period of time.

"Stop your multi-ability potion development and work with the big guy to get the most important thing out first."

Without saying a word, Zhang San left the laboratory with Gilotino, who warned Luther with his eyes.

It's normal for a bald man to have his own ideas. If he doesn't have some thoughts, then something is wrong.

And now that a hostile environment has formed in the laboratory, the green bug will definitely notify him as soon as Luther is planning to do something.

In the evening, while several people were having dinner, Zhang San asked the women and girls at home who knew magic about the randomness of summoning demons.

Maybe he was unlucky. None of the summoned demons were high-level demons. (End of chapter)