Chinese Gold coins, this currency was active in two-thirds of the time period of human civilization, until the new era, this ancient currency was still in circulation, but now, the convenient and easy to use flower head paper has replaced this precious metal for circulation, and gold coins have become an ancient item chased by collectors.

Watermark Ad TestWatermark Ad TestBut you need to remember that when something is given a special meaning, it is no longer what it represents, such as the gold coin thrown by this young man, it is very different.

It may not be called a gold coin, because it has no fixed pattern on either side, and the bartender picks it up and sees a face of agony and wailing, which embodies almost all the despair and pain of man, and on the other side is a face of great peace that seems to represent all the happiness of man.

The bartender put it to his mouth and blew it, then put it to his ear, and the moans and howls of pain echoed, and a satisfied smile appeared on his decrepit face.

"I haven't seen anything good like this in years... Pure Soul Gold. A look of intoxication appeared on the bartender's face, and he straightened up and bowed slightly to the young man.

"So what can I do for you? generous guest. ”

"Open the passage, and help me hide from the old man. The guest whispered,

"I said, I'm looking for some old friends

"Come up". The bartender shrugged, picked up a sharp knife from the table next to him, and squeezed his eyes at the guest,

"It's my duty to open the passage, but no, no, no, I can't hide those great beings, and for the sake of this gold coin, the old man has noticed you, you better move quickly. ”

"Poof" he skillfully stabbed the dinner knife into his heart, smiled at the guest with difficulty, and fell to the ground, his soul floating into the air, eaten by an invisible mouth, the expression on the young guest's face became indifferent, he turned to look at the quiet bikers.

"My name is Blake Hart Mephistopheles," he whispered, and the voice had a peculiar magnetism that confused the bikers who had been put into a state of tension by the bartender's suicide.

"You can call me

"Witch Heart", uh, forget it, the name is so ugly, call me

"Your Royal Highness", I prefer that title. ”

"You... What did you do to old George?" a guy next door with a devil tattoo, a black hood, a big beard, and a black biker jacket stood up, waved the beer bottle in his hand, and shouted,

"Hell, I don't care what your name is! Why the hell did you kill old George?"

"Human... Rude guys. The witch demon said disdainfully, he didn't lower his voice at all, this sentence undoubtedly made the dozen or so bikers in the bar feel humiliated, they all stood up and walked in the direction of Blake, the latter did not panic, he just looked at the pattern on the arm of the strong man at the beginning with a puzzled expression.

"Wait, the tattoo next door to you, is that the devil?" the strong man turned his head to look at his tattoo, and he sneered,

"This is the legendary Great Devil Mephisto who collects souls, his strength is as strong as mine, are you afraid?

"No, no, no!" said the Witch Demon with a serious and serious face,

"Mephisto's rank is the Great Devil, he is a part of the balance of the world, the symbolism cannot be desecrated, we don't have the title of the Great Devil there, and he is not responsible for collecting souls, it is the responsibility of the wardens under his command, he prefers to travel through various worlds and times in various forms, if I remember correctly, the old man's favorite time to stay is in medieval Renaissance Rome!"

"And your strength is so weak, not even a ten-millionth of Mephisto's, and in the end... Mephisto doesn't look like this, it's ugly. The locomotive people were speechless when he said this, and the strong man who had provoked the battle at the beginning felt that he was being underestimated and humiliated, and he reached out and grabbed Blake by the collar violently, and said viciously,

"Have you seen him? Do you know what he looks like?

"I've seen it many times—" Blake's eyes turned cold, and he opened his hands and whispered,

"As far as I know, tattoos in the human world represent the worship and pursuit of something, right, you worship the devil?"

"Then come and bow down to the real devil prince!"

The dark green flames ignited Blake's body at this moment, tearing apart his disguised human appearance, revealing the real him to these already frightened bikers, who raised their heads and struggled to look up at the terrifying existence that came out of the flames, and a deadly smile appeared on their distorted grimaces.

"Now... Do you know what the devil looks like?"

"Come, dedicate your souls!" Ten minutes later, in a quiet cross-border bar, His Royal Highness Blake sat at the table and drank wine with a comfortable face, the wooden door was pushed open by a gust of wind, and the figure wrapped in the wind circled Blake a few times, and finally landed beside him, turning into a guy dressed in fluff and a messy head.

"Salute to you, Your Highness the Prince!" the creature bowed strangely, his voice like a thousand winds mixed together, full of a sense of ephemerality,

"Thank you for saving me from that damn clown's prison, but I'm wondering, what do you need me to do in this weak world for you?"

"Wilde, Winddemon, wait a minute, we have companions coming, I sacrificed a dozen souls not just to summon you. ”

The sound of the water also sounded at this moment, and the water that appeared out of thin air quickly converged in the air into a wet guy, he glanced at Wilde and Blake, and he whispered,

"Your Lord, your faithful Walter has come to report!" Finally the ground was uplifted, and the endless sand gathered on the ground, and at last it became an earthy yellow doll, and then quickly turned into a bald-headed, brown leather jacket, he was the rude one, he sat down in his chair, reached for Blake's cup, and drank the wine from it.

"Thor is here... Say, what do you want me to do?"

"Everyone's all together, okay, okay. His Highness Blake stretched out his hand for everyone to sit down, his hands on the table, his black eyes looking at everyone,

"I have a plan! I killed the border guards and came to this world because I knew some secrets of the old man, and after the damn clown came, we had a hard time, so I plan to rebuild a small hell on earth in this world, and completely get rid of the shackles of that damn old man!"

"Hehe, the Supreme Mage won't let us mess around, Your Royal Highness, you don't know how powerful the Supreme Mage is, your father doesn't dare to confront her head-on in this world!"

"Unless you are sure to persuade the Supreme Mage, I will not follow you around, and it is much more terrible to annoy her in this world than to anger your father. ”

"Of course I'm prepared!" Blake didn't seem to be worried about this problem, and this attitude suddenly made everyone's eyes focus on him, and His Royal Highness the Prince showed a winning smile,

"How many guys have escaped from hell? They can all hide in this world, why can't we? Could it be that the supreme mage will give us more terrible restraints than that old man? and as long as I get what I want, I can be promoted to demon king... Think about it, a demon king who can completely unleash his power in this world, even if he can't beat the Supreme Mage, is enough to win us some freedom..."There was a trace of helplessness on his handsome and evil face,

"Freedom, hehe, we bad guys, we crave this kind of thing. Wind Demon Wilde and Ink Walter glanced at each other, and finally the more gloomy Water Demon spoke,

"Sounds good, but I'm curious to know, what do you want?"

"St. Vangonza's Pact!" said the Devil Prince softly,

"The old man signed a contract with 1,000 evil spirits 200 years ago, as long as I get it and devour those 1,000 evil spirits, I can fully grasp the power of hellfire, as long as we don't take the initiative to go back to hell, in this world, the old man will not want to stop us!"

"Witch Heart, get out of here!" An old voice sounded outside the door, and the bodies of the four people present suddenly stiffened, Blake gritted his teeth, stood up, and rushed out of the door, seeing the old man standing on the sand with a skull cane, Mephistopheles, or rather, the Great Demon King Mephistopheles.

"Ah, great father... How do you have time to jump out of your damn moment to visit your unsuccessful son?" said His Highness Blake with a mocking expression,

"As the prince of the devil, don't I even have the power to pursue a little personal space?"

"Of all my children, you are the least worrying one!" Mephistopheles looked angry, no longer had the calmness he had when he spoke to Cyber, his cane moved on the ground, and he looked at the devil prince in front of him,

"How dare you come to this world as an entity? Are you crazy? The Ancient One only needs one finger to completely crush you!"

"But in this world, I don't have to worry about punishment from my great father, do I?" The devil prince lost all his grace at this moment, he gritted his teeth, and the black evil lines on his face began to spread wantonly, and he stared at his father,

"To hell with the rules, I'm free! I'm going to build my hell on earth here, and I'll go back to my homeland one day, and I'll bury you for good! You're old, Mephisto, you've lost your ambitions, and you're willing to live in hell! I'm not you!"

"I... Won't be you!"

"Hehe, those guys who can't survive are dead," Mephisto whispered, looking at his child,

"Zeus once had the same idea as you, but the collapse of Mount Olympus, which was destroyed by the rain of fire, buried everything he had, and the power of the Nine Kingdoms was so strong that he was not forced to retreat to Asgard in the end! Blake, you don't know what kind of power you are challenging... The Ancient One has been shaking the worlds for thousands of years, and you don't know what despair is! ”

"Are you sure you're going to do it?" he asked. Blake gritted his teeth,

"I'm sure!"

"Very well, then let me solve this problem with my own hands before the Ancient One arrives!" Mephisto's eyes lit up with magma fire, but Prince Blake laughed,

"It's okay for you to bully ordinary people as a weak carrier, but in this world, you are not my opponent!

"It is true that I cannot do it myself, but in this world my warriors and my knights will bury all your ambitions, Witchheart, and I will wait in Hell for your desperate return!

"Then let them come!" Two dark green flame batwings spread out behind Blake, and he gritted his teeth,

"Let them come! I'll bury them! And then I'll bury you!"

"Hehe... Childish!" Mephistopheles took one last look at his child, shook his head, turned and wandered into the wilderness, and finally disappeared, his last voice reaching the ears of the Devil Prince,

"One final piece of advice, no matter what you want to do... Until that day comes, don't, provocative, Ancient One!" the cat pounced Chinese