On the black, dry and hard earth, a long river of magma runs through it.

At the source of the river, there is a castle with a strange style.

The obsidian-clad façade is full of reliefs of human faces with open mouths and wailing faces, in various forms and faces, as if an endless number of suffering spirits are really imprisoned inside.

The castle has no portals, but a large courtyard with fountains of bones and iron trees full of bloody corpses as the only decorations.

Surrounded by a courtyard in the middle is a large hall without inner walls, and in the center of the hall is a towering throne on which sits an old man in good spirits.

Mephisto, Lord of Hell, a powerful and sinister demon.

He'd just retrieved a contract and came back, so he still had the appearance of a human old man.

The income is good, a soul with low self-esteem and cowardice and crazy to the extreme.

A thousand years ago, this kind of harvest could only be regarded as barely visible, but now that he could not conduct business on Earth and abduct souls as unscrupulously as before, such a gain was enough for him to be happy.

Even happier was something else, looking at what was happening on Earth in the round mirror in front of him, the corners of his mouth almost cracked over his eyebrows.

There's nothing more challing than seeing an enemy unlucky, especially the unlucky one who has been at the top of his list of gnashing teeth and hating by the despair of others.

"Oops," Mephisto screamed as a pretended monster, and his mouth let out a sigh of "tsk", "It turns out that there is no way to dodge this blow, it seems that our 'Supreme Mage' can only resist with that weak body." ”

There was no one around to answer, but that didn't stop Mephisto from gloating.

For the ancient one, he was very disgusted.

Although Asgard claims to be the ruler of "Midgard", as long as it is not an act of corrupting the earth into a part of hell, the Asgardians who have nothing but wine in their heads and muscles will not jump out of the trouble.

Therefore, for Mephisto, who is extremely good at small actions in the dark and superficial work to disguise, it is not an exaggeration to say that the earth in the past is his ranch for raising souls.

At that time, he was really generous, not to mention the depraved souls with excellent qualifications, and even he had the leisure time to go around developing and cultivating believers, watching them stir up turmoil and bring pleasure to himself.

However, this good life did not last long, and a woman named "Ancient One" appeared.

Mephisto initially didn't look at the other party's ridiculous magic and shallow power, believing that she was no threat to him.

But he soon found out that he was wrong, and with the rise of the Ancient One and the purging everywhere, Mephisto's playful power on Earth was wiped out, and the other party did not save him any face, as if he was not the lord of hell but an insignificant otherworldly minus.

As a result, an enraged Mephisto descended on Earth, intent on seducing the Ancient One to fall and take her soul.

However, what he never expected was that the transformation and camouflage methods he was proud of were seen through by Gu Yi at a glance, and the words full of temptation were confused by the other party with magic flames before he could say them.

There is no need to say what happened later, no matter how reluctant Mephisto was to admit that he left Hell without the blessing of the home field, and like other invaders from the other worlds, he used his own failures to forge the prestige of the "Supreme Mage".

Unlike other otherworldly invaders who were beaten by the Ancient One, Mephisto grew up watching the Ancient One.

So even though the other party's current strength has reached the level where he is helpless to leave hell, he still subconsciously regards Gu Yi as the fledgling rookie mage.

Contempt, hatred, jealousy, resentment, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, and turned into a poisonous fire that burned Mephisto's proud heart.

In order to take revenge or show himself, Mephisto went to Earth to do things whenever he had the opportunity, and used practical actions to belittle the worthlessness of the "magic surveillance network" designed and built by the ancient one, and then left with the harvested soul.

Of course, more often than not, the ancient one who found his traces rushed back to hell like a rabbit, watching the other party show off his might outside his kingdom, silently sitting on the throne and gritting his teeth and cursing.

"Hahahaha-"

The deafening laughter made the entire hall buzz, and Mephisto couldn't even maintain the spell of the incarnation form in the agitated mood, and turned back into the main image of dark red skin, slightly open fangs, and batwing scorpion tail.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been so happy, and Mephisto felt as if he had taken a hard breath of gaseous sulfur from the "poisonous magma" as he thought of the stunned expression on the other side's face when he saw the endless "berserkers" surrounding him.

The Lord of Hell was still smirking, expecting the bloodthirsty warriors to chop the bald mage into meat sauce.

Of course, it would be even more interesting if they were willing to do something filthy to her, maybe they could actually get the soul of the Ancient One in their hands.

The thought of such a thing could make Mephisto tremble with excitement.

He restrained his smile, stared intently at the round mirror in front of him, and whispered bewilderment: "What's the point of killing, conquest can bring real pleasure, come on, face your original desire as a male, and ...... that woman"

"Poof—"

A mouthful of dark red blood was spat on the floor of the temple by Mephisto, and the strong corrosiveness made the stone floor make a "sizzling" sound.

"Another brainless idiot!"

Mephisto, who was counterattacked, lost his previous smugness, and his expression turned pale.

The otherworldly man named Olaf was pure beyond his imagination, even the Asgardians who only had "drinking" and "fighting" in their minds were nothing more than incomparable.

The soul was like a soldering iron being calcined by flames, and as soon as Mephisto's bewitching mental fluctuations came into contact, he had to stop because of the pain of cutting his bones and tearing out his heart.

That's all there is to it, and his move was noticed by the Ancient One, who was thinking about what to do with Olaf.

Taking advantage of Mephisto's indiscretion to summon the power of hell to bless him, the "Supreme Mage" gave him a hard blow to his uncontrollable spirit.

"Damn the Impact! Damn the Ancient One!"

As the Lord of Hell, Mephisto can enjoy the blessings of the power of the world in Hell, but also realize that he is affected by Hell.

This is why he often travels to Earth in search of fallen souls with excellent qualifications, because only by devouring them can he curb the erosion and influence of the will of the world in Hell itself on his self-consciousness.

The effect is invisible, but extremely deadly.

Just like just now, he couldn't wait to take measures under the influence of resentment and jealousy, and he didn't even bother to summon the blessing of the power of hell first, as if it was really the best time to humiliate and corrupt the Ancient One.

However, how can the "Supreme Mage" be easy to get along with, and how can visitors from other worlds who can harness the "power of fate" be easily bewitched and instigated.

Mephisto may be arrogant, but he is not stupid.

It is one thing to look down on Gu Yi and others, but he has always been able to face up to the strength of the other party, and he will never do something as unwise as just now.

"The impact is getting heavier and heavier, and the plan should be advanced!"

Thinking of his ambitious son, and the contents of the "Saint Van Gonza Contract" that he had deliberately revealed to him without a trace, Mephisto's face showed a sinister smile.

Does the Lord of Hell, who lives forever and has great power on himself, need his descendants?

Absolutely!

Otherwise, to whom will the erosion of hellish consciousness and the shackles that must be borne by carrying the fate of the world be transferred?

"Go, my dear son, and take your ambition to become the Demon King!"

"Hahaha...... Ahem......"

Mephisto, who was laughing loudly, had barely laughed twice when he choked on what he saw when he looked up.

I don't know when it started, but his empty hall was full of uninvited guests who were extremely familiar to him.

Looking into the round mirror, sure enough, the Olaf who surrounded the Ancient One had all disappeared......

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