American comics: They're already gods of light, and only now do they get their cheat codes.

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"So here's the question: are they right? They go against the majority's thinking, yet they stand on the side of justice and act in the name of justice. Isn't that interesting?"

The android fell silent. He felt that something was amiss with those words, but he also had a vague feeling that the Nightwing Dragons were indeed doing what they were doing.

They arrest people whenever they want, and steal laptops whenever they want. Even though nothing belongs to them, they act according to their own rules and don't care about what others think.

Why were they able to do that?

"Is it because they are messengers of God?"

Baldr didn't mind the androids reading some books about the supernatural, so the androids already had some knowledge of the Nightwing Dragon race.

A follower of God, created by the archangel Michael, a warrior who fights against demons.

"Yes, and also wrong."

"God is the greatest deity in the world and has the most faith. As God's messengers, they are born with justice, and whatever they do is the path of justice."

"Ultimately, it's simply because God is the most powerful god, and Michael is the most powerful archangel. They were born with two powerful backers standing behind them."

"Therefore, they are the agents of justice."

The android remained silent for a long, long time: "Is strength the same as justice?"

"That's not entirely true, but when you're powerful enough that everyone is in awe of you, who would say you're unjust?"

"Does that also mean that if I am strong enough, I will no longer need other people's approval, and they will automatically recognize me?"

Badr smiled: "You have understood the most eternal truth of this world."

"How can I become stronger?!" The android looked at Baldr with eager eyes.

"Others won't give you a chance to be strong because you're an outsider to them. Nobody wants an outsider to be far stronger than themselves. I'm not in pain!"

“Look at them!” Baldr pointed to the many demons in the distance, who were unleashing their immense power.

"Do you wish to gain the power of a demon?"

"You want me to be turned into a demon?" Through reading, he knew that demons had some special abilities that could transform humans into demons.

"No, no, no, why do we need to transform?"

You were born special!

"You have no soul, no attributes, which means you can control any attribute. Instead of transforming, why not choose to control the power of demons?"

Badr's words were filled with strong seduction.

"The power of the Strength Demon, the defense of the Armor Demon, the abilities of the Fire Demon—when all these abilities come together..."

Just looking at the powerful abilities displayed by those demons in the distance, and thinking that he himself controlled all these abilities, the android unconsciously began to breathe rapidly.

“Finally, add this.” As he spoke, he reached out and something appeared in Badr’s hand.

The android looked over curiously, and immediately showed a surprised expression.

"What a unique heart!"

That's right (Zhao Ma's), what Bader held in his hand was a heart, a strange black and white heart, which was now floating above Bader's palm, gently beating, filled with a kind of strange, contradictory, yet intertwined demonic nature.

"It is indeed special. This is the only fallen Nightwing Dragon heart in the world. If this heart is sewn into your body, and combined with the power of other demons, you will not only be able to control the power of all demons, but you will also be immune to the power of the divine."

"By embodying both dark and holy power, you will become an existence that transcends demons and the Nightwing Dragon."

"You possess the potential to become a new god in this world!"

Words that seemed to possess a thousand magical powers echoed in the android's ears, and gradually, the android's breathing began to become extremely rapid.

"Now tell me, do you want this power?"

In just one second, a resounding answer rang out.

"Yes, I want it!"

Chapter Fifty-Three: Scheming? Mutual Scheming!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The dull footsteps echoed one after another as groups of demons clad in human skin carried something heavy, each step accompanied by a muffled thud.

Occasionally, a few boxes were not properly sealed, and a faint glimpse of blood-red could be seen seeping out from them.

Baldr stood with his hands behind his back on a high place, looking down at the demons who were working as porters below.

"My lord, the pool you requested has been dug."

Badr vanished from his spot in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was outside a pool.

This pool is very large, with a diameter of over ten meters and a depth of no less than three meters.

Soon, demons appeared, carrying the incredibly heavy object, smashing it with a single slap. Instantly, thick, blood-red liquid poured down and flooded the pool.

One, two, three...

After a full day of moving, the once empty pool had been completely transformed into a pool of blood.

The android had been summoned to Baldr's side: "The blood pool required for the ritual has been completed. What kind of demonic power do you desire? Have you made your choice?"

The android nodded decisively: "The strength of the Power Demon, the defense of the Armor Demon, the berserk ability of the Bull Demon, the flames of the Fire Demon, and the regeneration of the Lesser Demon."

Baldr nodded: "Apart from the lesser demons, they are all high-level demons, a good combination."

Imperishable demons are the worst and most numerous demons in Hell. They are weak and cowardly, but their only decent ability is to recover, which is also for the sake of survival.

Transforming directly into a lesser demon is the most foolish choice.

However, it would be quite good if used as an accessory.

"Add the heart of the Nightwing Dragon to your name, which will grant you holy resistance and speed, and you will be invincible."

The android nodded in agreement: "Shall we begin now?"

You could tell from his eyes that he was already quite impatient.

"No rush, we still need one more person."

The android looked at Baldr with some confusion.

“Your limbs can be reassembled, but that doesn’t mean you can just put them back together haphazardly. After all, you’re not some building block toy.”

The repulsion between different demonic powers, and how to make them merge, are all problems.

It might be possible for the androids to gradually solve the problem using their unique characteristics, but Baldr doesn't have the time to wait.

The Demon King is about to go to war with Archangel Michael. If the artificial humans cannot be reborn as soon as possible, wouldn't all this effort be in vain?

"No need to rush, I've already made my choice."

The android nodded; as time went on, his trust in Baldr grew stronger.

After all, no one had ever taught him knowledge, given him respect, or bestowed upon him extraordinary power.

If you can't be close to someone like that, why would you be close to those humans or Nightwing Dragons who reject and hate him?

……

As night fell, in his office, Badr leisurely savored a glass of fine wine. In his past life, he was a hedonist who had no shortage of such expensive drinks.

"Bang bang bang..."

A knock came from outside.

"Enter!"

The door opened, and a familiar figure appeared in Badr's line of sight.

No longer wearing the white coat and shirt she wore during experiments, she was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans, which perfectly showcased her excellent figure. It was none other than Dr. Anna.

Looking at Dr. Anna as she entered, Bader said indifferently, "The person I want to see is not you."

Dr. Anna looked at Bader with a strange gaze, a hint of hesitation and apprehension, but mostly curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, Dr. Anna said seriously, "I know why you want to see him, and I can do it too. In terms of knowledge and understanding of the human body, I am superior to him."

Bader looked at Dr. Anna with amusement: "Do you know why I'm looking for him?"

Dr. Anna nodded decisively: "I know, go and perform one surgery, one..." She hesitated, glancing at Bader: "...a special surgery!"

Badr's eyes narrowed as he stared directly at Dr. Anna, an invisible pressure enveloping her.

Dr. Anna trembled slightly, but she gritted her teeth and tried to look directly at Badr.

"I can, I really can help you!"

"In addition, I also know some things that others don't."

The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy, and the oppressive low pressure made Dr. Anna feel unwell all over.

Suddenly, all the pressure vanished completely.

"Oh, tell me, what do you know?"

Dr. Anna's long legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the nearest sofa, breathing heavily.

After a moment, her breathing calmed down a bit, and Dr. Anna stood up again, walked forward, and handed a small item to Baldr.

It was a ring, and if there was anything special about it, it was exactly the same as the ring that Baldr had temporarily possessed before.

After glancing at the ring only once, Badr looked back at Dr. Anna.

"continue."

Dr. Anna let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

“I used to have the same ring, but it went missing. Also, I’ve discovered that a part of my memory seems to be missing, and that missing part is the memory of the day I inexplicably appeared in your office.”

"I realized this, and after much effort to recall and piece it together, I came up with an incredibly bold guess!"

"Is Mr. Nabilis now... really still you?"

Boom!

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the night sky, as if an unknown entity had unleashed a furious upheaval, and the terrifying oppressive force silenced the entire world.