Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 272 Rango: "Grandpa?!"

"Hahaha"

“Unbelievable!”

"Hey, man, move aside, you're crowding me."

"Be careful, don't step on the little ones' noses."

Far away from the water surface, at the unfathomable depths of the water, a "Wild Wolf Submarine" composed of wolf cubs is shuttling at an astonishing speed, driven by twelve wolf tails that swing rapidly like propellers.

Any undead that tried to approach this "submarine" would be cut into pieces by the wolf tails as sharp as razors before they could get close. They could only hide from a distance and watch it whizz past.

Inside the submarine, Rango was closely monitoring the movements on the water surface through the periscope.

The originally calm Akero River had now become turbulent, but they were unaware of it in the Wolf submarine, and it was as smooth as riding on a tram.

What was even more exciting was that Rango could vaguely see the outline of land.

"Thanks, little one."

Rango turned his face away, smiled, and patted the butt of a little wolf cub in front of him.

He didn't know the working principle of the periscope, but he could see the outside world through the butt of a little wolf...

"What's the situation? Do you see the shore?" At this time, Lucifer walked over lazily and asked.

After this journey along the Acheron River, he has deeply realized that these guys brought by Rango 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, we saw land."

Rango responded, and when he was about to light a cigarette, he suddenly realized the current environment, quickly put away the cigarette box, and turned to ask Lucifer: "According to what you said, after we get ashore, we can see the so-called gate of hell and the ninth level of hell. Don't you have any suggestions for us?"

Lucifer smiled helplessly upon hearing this, and glanced at the companions brought by Rango - Quigma, Old Joe, Death Wolf Dais and others.

He looked at this group of people with high morale, his eyelids drooped a few times, and said helplessly: "What advice do you guys need? Why don't you just rush in? Which demon can stop you?"

".makes sense."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Not long after, accompanied by waves of passionate wolf howls, a submarine composed of a pack of wolves emerged from the water like a giant beast, and leaped out of the water with a shocking "bang"!
"Swish, swish, swish~"

When they stepped onto land, the little guys excitedly swung their bodies, as if they were performing a happy dance. Their wet hair quickly became dry again under their rapid swollen hair, and now each of them had a bulging belly and kept burping.

It was obvious that it was too full from eating the souls of the dead underwater, and it looked both funny and cute.

But Rango and his friends were not attracted by the silly behavior of these little guys. Their attention was all focused on the red portal in front of them that stood like a Japanese torii.

This gate-like building was entwined with countless vines that twisted like blood vessels, and the pillars on both sides were covered with the heads of the undead, who were wailing in pain, and their miserable cries were creepy enough to make people shudder.

At the top of the portal, lines of frightening words were written in blood:
“From now on, I will enter the city of misery”

"From now on, I will step into the abyss of pain"

"From then on, I entered the crowd of people from whom there would be no return"

"Those who come, quickly abandon all hope"

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Everyone stared at the words in silence for a long time.

In the end, Rango looked at Lucifer with disdain, "Are you serious, man? Is this your aesthetic of hell?"

"You can't blame me for this. It was like this when I first came to Hell." Lucifer explained helplessly, "You can't expect a bunch of guys who see either dead souls or demons every day to create something beautiful."

After some teasing and joking, everyone took big steps without hesitation and walked towards the gate of hell.

Although this thing looked very intimidating, there were almost no normal people present. The only ones who looked like ordinary people were Quigmar and Old Joe, who had been fighting against dark creatures for decades. They had seen all kinds of strange and disgusting things, so it was impossible for them to be scared by these few lines of words.

However, it is somewhat surprising that because Lucifer has always been hiding, people don't know much about hell. They thought it would be like in fairy tales, where they would encounter gatekeeping monsters like the three-headed hellhound.

As a result, they didn't see anything, not even a gatekeeper, but they were allowed to walk directly into the gate of hell and came to the first level of hell mentioned by Lucifer.

Limbo.

There was no feeling of falling at all. When they stepped through 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 rock magma, no pungent smell of sulfur, and even the wailing of the undead can't be heard.

Instead, what they saw were magnificent palaces, filled with laughter and the tempting aroma of wine and meat.

"Waterfa?!"

Rango widened his eyes, looking at the drunken and undead-like guys in the palace in the distance. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Lucifer, his face full of confusion.

"Don't tell us we're going in the wrong direction. Is this hell or heaven?"

Lucifer also looked around with emotion and explained casually: "Although the Soul Prison is the first layer of hell, strictly speaking, it is not the real hell."

"You can think of this place as a 'waiting place' before going to hell. All those who can stay here are people who have made great contributions to the world, such as Socrates, Plato, and Euclid."

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, a few philosophers with big beards and who looked very wise were sitting together, drinking and discussing something with great enthusiasm, seemingly completely immersed in their own world.

Lucifer continued, "These guys, whom you humans call great men, are all 'chaste pagans'. They have outstanding talents, behave in a moral way, and have never committed any sins. Logically speaking, they should be able to go to heaven, but unfortunately..."

He shrugged and said with a smile, "When they were alive, Christianity had not yet been established, and there was no concept of taking good people to heaven. Therefore, they could only wait for God's judgment in Limbo. But you all know what happened later. God has left heaven and hidden in other places, so these people can only stay here neither up nor down."

"However, because of the great contributions they made during their lifetime, they will not suffer any torture even in hell. Instead, they will live a more comfortable life than in the human world."

"Oh, by the way, besides those ancient people, there are many people here who can go to heaven but don't want to go."

Lucifer patted Rango's shoulder with a hint of meaning in his words, and said with a wink, "Maybe there's someone you know in there."

"Nervous, I don't have any stupid acquaintances like this who can go to heaven to enjoy happiness but insist on staying in hell to suffer."

Rango waved his hand gently, with a nonchalant smile on his face. Since they had come to this place and there didn't seem to be any guards blocking them, they decided to just wander around casually.

Not only Rango had such an idea, Teddy, Quigmar and others could no longer suppress their curiosity and rushed out to look around impatiently. Rango and others followed them, but did not rush to the next level. Instead, they carefully visited this mysterious spirit prison first.

Just as they saw when they first arrived here, there were majestic and magnificent palaces standing all around, where elites from different eras in history gathered together.

Although they wear a variety of clothes and speak different languages, everyone is immersed in the tranquility and contentment, enjoying this unique world.

Inside the palace, there was a dazzling array of fine wines and delicacies, and the air was filled with fragrance. There was also a group of succubi with long tails walking around, acting as maids and providing meticulous service to these undead guests.

This scene seemed like a fairyland on earth, no different from the legendary heaven.

When this group of undead saw Rango 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 their chat.

This made Rango think of his own museum. Whenever late at night, the celebrity exhibition hall on the second floor would present a similar scene.

But the resurrected statues there do not have the comfort and freedom of the undead, not to mention the company of succubus maids.

Rango chatted casually with a guy named Archimedes. The other party seemed to know everything about the development of the outside world, and his words were full of yearning for returning to the human world.

Rango was also full of curiosity about these guys. Logically speaking, these undead souls were all ancient Greeks. Even if they were dead, they should have been taken away by Hades, the god of death in the underworld. There was no way they could have come to hell.

How the gods on both sides divide the scope of law enforcement remains a mystery.

Just as Rango was talking to Archimedes, Teddy suddenly jumped out of the crowd, pulling Rango's trouser legs in panic, with shock written all over his face.

"Langlango, I think I saw your grandfather."

"You must be joking. He and Amos are the twin pillars of the Vatican. They are already enjoying happiness in heaven."

Seeing the boy stuttering, Rango couldn't help but frown and said, "You didn't recognize the wrong person, did you?"

His grandfather passed away 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, and explained eagerly, "I used to have his picture hanging in our house, how could I be wrong! If you don't believe me, come with me..."

As he spoke, Teddy pulled Rango's trouser legs 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 strip club.

The surroundings were filled with tentacle-like steel pipes. The female succubi with double horns on their heads and swinging tails were dressed in thin cloth, transformed into pole dancers, clinging tightly to the steel pipes and swaying gracefully.

From time to time, tentacles with suction cups extended from the steel pipes and wrapped around their bodies, adding a bit of weirdness and temptation.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Rango stroked his chin, his eyes flickering with appreciation and amusement.

No wonder these bastards don’t want to go to heaven. How can angels be as powerful as succubi?

However, just as he was about to light a cigarette and savor this visual feast, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. At that moment, Rango froze on the spot, as if he was frozen by an invisible force.

I saw an old man hugging two female succubi on his left and right, holding a stack of indulgences in his hands. He laughed excitedly from time to time amid the succubi's sweet words, stuffed the indulgences into their deep Vs, and even pulled out his fingers in an extremely obscene manner, putting them to his nose to savor the inexplicable fragrance.

Pale short hair, round-frame glasses, nearly two meters tall, a muscular body despite his age, and that iconic black windbreaker...

The old man's appearance and clothing are exactly the same as the portrait of Grandfather Anderson in Rango's home!
"Wat-Fa?!"

Rango was so shocked that he held his head in his hands. The grandfather in his memory was the tender-hearted man who often gazed at the photo of his deceased wife with endless grief in his eyes.

How could he become this wretched old man? !

Teddy gloated and cheered: "See, Rango, I was right, wasn't I? This guy is definitely Anderson! Even the scar on his neck is exactly the same! Hurry up and recognize him, man!"

"I don't think this is a good idea. It's better to just leave."

Rango pretended not to hear and quietly retreated, eager to escape from here.

He had finally gotten out of the broken filter of his parents, Pete and Louise, but he didn't want his grandfather to be a weird guy too.

But just as they were about to leave this strip club-like place, a surprised shout suddenly rang out: "Rango! Haha, is that you, Rango? My good grandson!"

The old man who was enjoying the succubus facial cleanser service noticed them at some point, shouted excitedly, and stood up and ran over excitedly.

"Uh, grandpa." Rango looked at the strong old man in front of him who was like an iron tower. After scratching his head, he replied honestly although he was a little embarrassed.

Hearing this title, the smile on Anderson's face became even brighter.

He patted Rango's shoulder heavily, and said with tears in his eyes: "I never thought I would see you here, kid. Look, this is the most outstanding grandson of our Winchester family!"

Rango smiled in agreement. Just as he was about to say something, Anderson suddenly frowned and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant: "No, why are you in hell? Damn it, was it that bastard Lucifer who did it? How dare he send my grandson to hell?"

Before he finished speaking, two gun swords shining with golden light appeared in his hands, and an aura of sacredness and majesty flowed on the blades.

The surrounding succubi seemed to have encountered a devastating disaster. They let out sharp wails in an instant, and then turned into ashes under the impact of this divine power!

"Holy shit."

Seeing the strong sense of oppression emanating from the old man, Rango quickly stepped forward to comfort him, "Don't be angry, this has nothing to do with him, I came here on my own."

Then, Rango told Anderson everything that happened on Halloween night: Satan has returned to Hell, and his purpose in this trip is to lead everyone to defeat Satan.

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After listening to this, Anderson stared at his grandson in front of him with a blank face, as if he was trying to digest this information.

"you"

He seemed to be unresponsive and asked in confirmation, "So you are here to deal with Satan, and you have joined forces with Lucifer, the God of Death, and those two guys, Quigmar and Joe?"

"That's right!" Rango nodded heavily.

At this moment, Anderson saw his determined look. After a few seconds of silence, he finally couldn't help but ask, "But if you kill Satan, who should I kill?"

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(End of this chapter)