I am the savior, do you have any objection?

Without hesitation, Yukari Yakumo stepped through the portal.

But the next moment, Yukari Yakumo looked at everything behind the door with a somewhat blank expression.

Where is this?

"Welcome to Hell!" A little devil, whose skin had completely disappeared and who was locked in a cage by the roadside, suddenly jumped up and shouted.

Chapter 422 Hell is Empty

What I saw before me was a desolate world, with only a few scattered wooden houses or scarlet palaces.

The skeletons of enormous, unidentified creatures and stones that seem to float weightlessly throughout the hellish landscape are characteristic of this place.

In the distance, in this desolate desert, there is something that has no eyes, ears, mouth, or nose, not even a mouth. Its face has only one or two rows of white teeth, and the rest is a bloody mess, like a red Ultraman with a mosaic effect.

Those are the lowest-ranking hellish monks, also known as demons.

They excitedly pierced rows of souls who had fallen into hell to be tormented by them, holding long spears in their hands. Some of the wounded and bleeding souls would fall down as they walked, but no one cared.

This may be why the population of Hell is so sparse and there are no decent buildings.

The monks of Hell are a bunch of hedonists. Apart from a few who particularly enjoy playing with the Lemarchian Box, the rest of them are out there doing evil and enjoying the pleasure of tormenting others.

Normal physical means cannot kill Hellish monks; if it were a traditional monastic worldview, their heads would be Leviathan.

However, their worldview differs somewhat from the orthodox one. They belong to a winged demon that opens its skull to display its brain and hollows its chest to display its internal organs.

Yukari Yakumo watched as Kerry skillfully turned off the live stream, opened the cage, and slapped the little brat who had just been laughing inside.

"So... um... what are we here in hell for?"

Yukari Yakumo is no stranger to the word "hell." Gensokyo also has a hell, and there is even an old hell.

However, hell over there is much better than here.

The staff in the afterlife there are much gentler than those here.

At most, the ferryman slacks off every day, leaving the soul to wait idly for a while, and then gets lectured by Shiki Eiki for half a day before reincarnation.

How can anyone do this, going straight for the purpose of torturing the soul until it is completely destroyed?

"Just like I said when I came in, I'm here to eat."

Kerry didn't turn around. He picked up the brat he had slapped and grabbed him on the spot, instantly refining him.

"Wow!!!" A sound that seemed to pierce the monster's eardrums rang out from the little devil's mouth.

"That feels good," Kerry murmured involuntarily after finishing his meal.

Finally, I can express the helplessness of seeing souls in that wretched place called Death's Grim Reaper, where I can't eat them and have to carefully calculate when I can.

There's no such thing as reincarnation or rebirth in this godforsaken place, and the Taoists don't have many taboos. In the normal world, Taoists would only kill because it's related to the box, but here, the Taoists just find a random place, go on a killing spree, and everyone's souls and pain are satisfied before they go back to sleep.

However, today we'll have someone else to feast on.

Then, under Yukari Yakumo's horrified gaze, this desolate hell seemed to have turned into a buffet.

Compared to the most brutal scenes she had ever encountered in her life—the mountains of corpses and seas of blood before Rumia was sealed away, or the battle on the moon—she felt that what was before her was more abstract and bloody.

Kerry was like an eagle soaring in the sky, flying high in search of prey, and swooping down whenever he found one.

"What are you going to do?!"

Oh! Oh! This feeling of my ribs about to break, wow! Good! So good!

Again! Again... I can't take it anymore!

Kerry discovered that suffering could enhance the spiritual qualities of these monks.

So he first inflicted pain on them to satisfy them while breaking down their defenses. When they reached their climax, Kree then devoured them on the spot before they could recover.

"My God, is that over there eating a cultivator? That's cannibalism, isn't it a bit immoral?"

A skeletal monk, his body encased in muscles and internal organs, looked at a fellow beside him who had a clothes hanger stuck in his head.

"Immoral, that's too much like a monk."

The person next to him, who was wearing a coat rack, commented on it.

Then the two looked at each other.

They opened their souls and mouths and began to try to bite each other.

"My God! I've discovered that guy flying around must be a genius. I think he invented a wedding that belongs to us Hellish monks!"

The one who lost the duel pointed this out while being torn apart.

"Wait, does a wedding mean there's infidelity?"

"Oh! Right! You can cheat on your husband first, then hide in the closet and watch you and the other monks devour each other! My God! We're geniuses too!"

"No, no! If you take the initiative, then there will be no sense of immorality!" The man with the clothes hanger stopped eating and fell into thought.

"That's true, I think so..."

Kerry flew down and was somewhat stunned to see the two monks still exchanging nonsensical words.

However, we still decided to eat them together.

"I hope eating brain-dead substances won't affect my intelligence."

"Wow! I've discovered that if we both get eaten by one of us, we can solve the problem you're talking about!"

"Oh! It seems he's the real genius!"

The two guys were still wailing even after their souls were extracted.

Finally, the changes in Hell caught the attention of the lord there.

A beam of red light flew out from the distant palace.

"Hey! You can't do that! They are all my people!"

I'm going to punish you by making you maintain a healthy body, living in a luxurious villa with cats, having a top-notch chef prepare your meals, and having only beautiful models on your bed to give you pleasure!

The lord rushed out angrily, pointed at Kerry, and began to hurl a string of vicious and venomous insults.

“Of course I can do that,” Kerry wagged his finger at him.

"Is that so? I don't think so..."

Two minutes later!

"Good! Add some more Yin energy!" The Hell Lord, who had been compressed into a ball by Kree's power, let out a sound of exhilaration as Kree pierced the flesh ball with a red-hot iron needle.

"Hoo! Hoo! You know what? I've decided to forgive you. Maybe you can be my queen, as long as you treat me like this often, oh wait..."

Oh! Then I can share the power of hell with you…

With a troubled expression, Kri extracted the lord's soul from his body and then devoured it.

Kerry admitted that today's meal, while the most filling he had ever eaten, was also the most difficult one.

It's like eating too much of an overly sweet dessert in one go.

Another half hour later.

Kerry let out a weary sigh.

By this time, Hell was empty; from the central cities to the more remote solitary monks, none had escaped his grasp.

At this point, Yukari Yakumo was somewhat numb.

With somewhat dazed eyes, he followed Kerry into the blood-red palace.

I wanted to have some tea to calm down, but then I discovered that the water dispenser was giving me blood.

Yukari Yakumo stared blankly at the sky.

Why did I even bother coming along?!

Kerry, meanwhile, was flipping through a book that seemed to emanate demonic energy. He had just heard that all information and coordinates related to demons were recorded here.

And soon, he found the name on the first few pages: Rick Sanchez.

Kerry didn't know which Rick's universe he had arrived in. If he wanted to ascertain the situation, the fact that the monk hadn't been tortured to the point of wishing for death by Rick was meaningless in an infinite universe.

The only clue that Yakumo Yukari and herself were both thrown here is that Jack Rick, that bastard, was in this world when he launched the dimensional invasion and when she was searching for the world.

Even Kerry directly ruled out the plan of using the system to lock onto the opponent and then using the Speed ​​Force to kill them.

The opponent's technology is multi-level, and can basically be regarded as an opponent with a different direction but whose ability to create interesting things is no less than that of Cupid.

In an encounter, Kerry could basically kill him instantly, or even control the signal to prevent him from using Project Phoenix.

But now that the mission statement says he's preventing a purge, that's going to be tricky.

So now there's only one place to go—Earth.

Chapter 423 We're almost at Rick's doorstep!

After eating and drinking his fill, Kerry began to formulate a plan in his mind.

The first step is to figure out the differences between the real world and the news, or more precisely, to figure out the differences between the two most Ricky characters and the news.

An infinite number of parallel worlds holds infinite possibilities.

There are also countless Ricks.

Each of them would be an inventor capable of advancing civilization in a single civilization, including Benedict Cumberbatch, who only started causing trouble in the comics.

However, there are differences between Ricks.

Perhaps it's because they are naturally inclined to seek a sense of superiority from others, and they even particularly enjoy finding amusement in their parallel world selves.

Moreover, bringing so many Ricks together is not a good thing, not even for them themselves.

In Rick City, which is composed of Ricks from various parallel universes, they don't even use mechanized factories, but instead divide Ricks into classes.

Let the ordinary Rick work, work in a factory, tighten screws, and do things that only ordinary employees would do.

Rick, who might be a force to be reckoned with in his own universe, might end up as a lowly office worker doing backbreaking labor in Ryuk City. And if he doesn't join, he might face retribution.

Both generations of Rick the Most Rick have served as leaders of Rick City.

One of them brought the initial teleportation technology and established the prototype of the Three Star Alliance, the city of Rui, which was the Jacket Rick who attacked the chat group.

Another one created a central finite curve, defining a cradle exclusively for Rick and his gang of giant babies within an infinite number of parallel worlds. This cradle is isolated from the outside world, allowing Rick and his friends to do whatever they want within the finite parallel worlds and completely monopolize the technology for teleporting between parallel worlds.

However, to determine the timelines of the two most prominent Ricks, one must either go to Rick City or ask other Ricks; there is no other way.

Even if Kree learned Rick's contact information from the Hellish scriptures, it cannot be ruled out that Rick from another parallel universe came specifically to drink with the monks of this universe.

After making some preparations, Kerry covered every pore of his body with power, using multiple energies to isolate himself from the outside world and prevent him from contacting matter.

Even if it's just to meet an ordinary Rick, this level of protection is necessary. Moreover, in a world frequented by that bastard Rick Jacket, the Rick here might not be an ordinary one either.

"Shh!"

As the six-pointed star took flight, a pink teleportation rift opened.

I don’t know if it’s a quirky trait unique to all races in the universe, but apart from Rick’s round door, all the long, narrow doors in this world look very similar… and they’re even clearly distinguished by color.

Kerry opened the door again.

Yukari Yakumo, who had been staring blankly at the forest-themed chair, finally reacted.

Where are you going this time?

“Earth,” Kerry replied and went inside.

Yukari Yakumo hesitated for a moment before taking a step forward to follow.

Although she knows virtually nothing about this world, Earth is an essential veteran in most universes.

No matter what, Earth shouldn't be any worse than here.

Indeed, just as Yakumo Yukari had predicted.

As the door opened, outside was a street that Yakumo Yukari didn't quite recognize, but which looked fairly normal.

An ordinary road, surrounded by rows of detached houses, each with its own garage.

Although it was obvious at a glance that this wasn't a bustling area, even that slight sense of familiarity made Yukari Yakumo, who had been holed up in the space bar for 10 months, incredibly happy.