I heard unexpected news from Mr. Gibbert.

Aaron.

Asmodeus placed a million soul bounty on his head and is now considered a popular figure in hell.

"oops."

"Why did Aaron come to hell? Dad just said he should stay up less late."

Dad looked in disbelief.

"Uh... Sir, think on the bright side, we finally have news about Aaron."

Although Tohru didn't understand the inevitable relationship between staying up late and going to hell.

But now Xiaoyu can't be found.

With Aaron's whereabouts, this can be regarded as an action in hell, with a clear goal.

"Good news."

"It seems that our goal is now clearer, the capital of hell."

Mr. Gibbert laughed.

He knew that people who come to hell always have various reasons.

And as long as we find the same goal, cooperation is inevitable.

And this is to his advantage.

"So what should we do now?!"

"Swipe your fingers, fly directly to the territory of the big devil, and then have a decisive battle?!"

The beginning in hell was different from what Wang imagined.

Especially.

The Stephen Strange he was looking for has fallen into this unfortunate place.

One is bad.

Wang could not imagine what kind of Stephen Strange he would see.

Missing arms and legs?!

Could it be that he is now in the capital of hell and has become a bargaining chip for some demons?

Wang shook off the poster of Hell City.

Courtesy of Mr. Gibbert, Asmodeus has been doing a lot of fun lately.

"Look."

"The Dragon Ball can grant all wishes. I can't imagine how tempting this thing will be?!"

"We're entering a maelstrom, but it's too bad we have to go."

Oops?!

Hearing Wang's complaint, Jessica couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Where is this?!

Whether it's a bad life or this bad trip to hell, who can compare to her?!

Although a mage team has been reorganized now, who would have known that they suffered heavy losses before?!

Jessica couldn't help but ask Mr. Gibbert.

"So... I thought you would take me directly to Blade."

"Where was he swept away?!"

Mr. Gibbert raised his eyebrows and drew a circle with the staff in his hand.

"You know the answer!"

"There is nothing more lively than Asmodeus' territory in the whole hell."

"Maybe...he is waiting for us to go."

Mr. Gibbert finished.

He took a few steps today and caught up with Jessica who was walking in front.

He said something very quietly.

"Look at the current situation, except for the old man and... the little guy."

Mr. Jibo stretched out his staff, lit some birds and butterflies, and then looked at Lin Jiu and his father.

Well... there are two fat guys.

"Are you sure you don't want anyone to help you anymore?!"

"Oh... I mean, if necessary, I can help you dream!"

Mr. Gibbert among the centuries.

He has mastered some strange magicians with enough characteristics, from the magic of hell to the perception of dream dimensions.

As long as there is dark knowledge that can be absorbed, nothing can be difficult for Mr. Gibbert.

hell!

If you want to defeat Asmodeus, doesn't it require more power?!

"I……"

Jessica hesitated.

She always feels that she can't do things well, but if she listens to others.

Especially like a wise old man.

Um……

Then there should be nothing wrong with doing things.

"oops!"

"True, wait for dad to reply. Youngster Gang is looking for dad again."

really.

When her father was yelling, Jessica also heard a familiar name.

He was also determined.

And at the same time.

Dad is in the private chat channel, and Gang is very concerned about this old man.

[Dad: Oh, Gang, dad is busy dealing with the devil. 】

[Dad: One more thing]

[Dad: Don’t worry about Dad, Dad will go back when we find Aaron and Xiaoyu. 】

…

The capital of hell.

At this time, Aaron didn't know that his nagging old man had already arrived.

This is good news for him.

However.

Aaron is now trapped in more troubles, and the battle to siege Piccolo is over.

But it doesn't mean the city is free.

More.

It is a large urban area that was reduced to scorched earth along with the huge trauma left after the war.

These places were not protected by Asmodeus's magic and became battlefield areas.

Everything was reduced to ashes.

The greedy demons turned into bargaining chips for the capital of hell, and those poor souls...

“It’s really much less than I thought!”

"hateful!"

city ​​center.

Asmodeus was counting the gains from this battle with some displeasure.

Um.
To be continued...