"St. Van Gonza Pact, as long as we get it, we can get the ownership of that territory... It's exactly like Hell, it's the perfect Demon King Realm."

The Witchheart sketched out the perfect future he envisioned in a slow tone, and his tone was full of temptation: "Use this plane as a sacrifice and feed my realm, then..."

Crazy ambition erupted in the eyes of the witch demon, and he opened his hands and laughed: "I will become the tenth demon king of hell, and Satan will respect me... Haha.."

"And what do we get?"

Witch Heart turned his head and looked at them fiercely, "Isn't it enough to become the chief servant of the Tenth Demon King and get out of this cage that has imprisoned you for thousands of years..."

The Witch Heart Demon's eyes became gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Don't forget, you are the elemental demons who accompanied the birth of Zatanos, and both the abyss and hell reject you... It's just me, regardless of the previous suspicions.."

"Thirsty for talent.." He laughed.

The three demons glanced at each other, and the water demon said in a deep voice: "Deal." ”

The Witchheart laughed wildly and turned to walk out the door, but soon his footsteps stopped.

Because at the door of the bar, a solemn old man with a silver-white skull cane was looking at him coldly.

A smile appeared on the Witch Heart Demon's face, and he saluted politely, and said softly, "Father." ”

The solemn old man said coldly: "What are you doing here?"

"My time has come, old man."

"Your time will come, but not now. ”

The Witch Heart Demon stepped forward slowly, stared at his father boldly and defiantly, and chuckled, "I know you can't help me... You're old, you're timid, you're cowardly and incompetent, and you can only play a little ridiculous little trick with a few mortals."

"But I'm not the same.." The Witch Heart Demon's voice suddenly raised, and he said viciously, "I'm not like you, I'm infinitely powerful, and I'll never fail... It's time for you to stand back, old man."

The solemn old man was expressionless, just looked at his "rebellious" son coldly, his eyes like staring at a flea.

"You're too young, Witchheart... If you don't understand the rules of the game, you'll fall and bruise, or even go up in ashes."

He said lightly, "You shouldn't try that 'realm', that's what the King of Hell needs."

"Really?!" Witch Heart Demon suddenly laughed madly, and looked at his father with mocking eyes: "Don't use such words to fool me anymore, I'm not a three-year-old anymore... Don't think I don't know your purpose, Mephitos."

He has even begun to call his father by his name, "You have no room to rise, you should leave the opportunity to me, maybe I will consider vacating a place to support you..."

Murphytos' eyes showed a deep look of disappointment and regret, and he said lightly: "Ambition is beyond one's ability, and in the end it will only be broken in the stomach.. I hope to see you again in hell, my dear son."

After saying this, Murphytos gave him a deep look at the Witch Heart, and with his silver cane, he turned and disappeared into the empty wilderness.

Witchheart Demon's face was gloomy, and it was clear that his good mood had turned terrible.

"Where are we going next?"

The Rock Demon's voice broke the silence.

The witch heart demon's eyes flashed, and he said word by word: "Cemetery, the contract is hidden there."

...

The ambitious young devil rushed to the cemetery with three newly recruited demon men,

Under the dark blue night, countless tombstones stood in the forest, and the quiet and oppressive atmosphere gave people a strange feeling, but for the witch heart demon and his party, it was quite comfortable.

As the witch demon walked into the cemetery, the cold air spread from him, and the moist and soft ground under his feet gradually froze hard, and the temperature of the air dropped sharply.

"Sand, sand.." The strange voice came from not far away, and the witch heart demon squinted slightly, and on a tombstone, a wind lantern was lit.

As I walked in, I could see an old man with white hair standing in the dirt pit, shoveling out the soil with a spade, as if digging a grave.

The cold air carried by Wu Xin extinguished the candle flame in the wind lamp, and the old man's movements stopped suddenly.

"Old man, we have something to do with you." Wu Xin said gloomily.

The old man straightened up, and in an instant, the calm night sky flashed with thunder, and the temperature around him rose rapidly again, becoming hot and dry.

Clumps of reddish-gold magma rolled down from the sky and landed on the ground with a "snort" sound.

Accompanied by a rain of magma, an extremely violent and fiery momentum erupted violently, enveloping the entire cemetery.

Evil, pure, violent...

The four Wu Xin all changed their faces, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Hey, hey.." The old man finally turned around, his eyes were dark gold, his eyes were blank, but there was a strange smile on his face.

A hoarse and rough voice came out of his mouth: "I've been waiting for you for a long time... Witch Heart.."

Wu Xin stared at the old man with a gloomy face, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter at all.." The old man stood in the middle of the pit, obviously looking up at the four of them, but there was a kind of condescending meaning, "The important thing is that I have what you want... St. Vangonza's Pact, are you looking for it?"

"Huh.." Wu Xin had a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold, "Tell me your purpose.."

"You should know your father.." The old man spoke: "He is in this world, and he has his own messenger, the Soul Police, or the Evil Ghost Rider, is that his name?"

Wu Xin nodded slowly: "I know." ”

The old man smiled strangely: "What I want is very simple, Johnny Blazer, this is your father's latest selection of a soldier, he signed a contract with this young man by fraudulent means more than ten years ago, I need that contract, with your relationship, it is not difficult to do this, right?"

"Damn.." Wu Xin scolded fiercely: "I just fell out with him.."

"Oh.." The old man's face showed a sudden look, and then he shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Then it may take some trouble... You'll soon be able to see the Warrior I spoke of, maybe your father is awakening his powers now, maybe you'll meet tomorrow, good luck."

"Whew.." Wu Xin roared angrily, and slammed his shot, and the strong icy cold air slammed into the old man's chest, breaking a large hole there.

The old man fell into the dirt pit with a strange smile on his face, and said in a low voice, "Come to me with the contract, and you will get what you want."

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "boom", and surging magma erupted from the dirt on both sides of the pit, pouring into the tomb, and finally forming a red-hot dirt bag.

The glow of magma illuminates the tombstone, which bears the name of the tomb owner: "Carter Shrey." ”

There is another line of words under the name, which was originally "May the angel lead", but the byte of "angel" was rudely crossed out and re-engraved, "demon"...