"What you need me to do, you can just tell me. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

George XIII lowered his posture, but his face was even more ugly than when he first knew the identity of the other party, and "mind reading" has always been feared, especially when the person who has mastered this secret art can still decide his own life and death.

"As I said, it's cooperation. Mephistopheles re-emphasized, "Maybe I should show you the friendship of the people of the Abyss first. ”

"No...... No, I've already experienced ......."

He tried to reject the devil's kindness, but he couldn't, and before he could finish his words, a white ball flew out of the other person's hand and got into the center of the recipient's brow.

"Ahh

The fusion of the orb caused George XIII so much pain that his awake consciousness soon fell into a state of confusion.

The king subconsciously let out a low roar, his eyes widened, and white light flashed around the light blue iris.

He stood motionless, his body stiff, his fingers closing and spreading on the platinum-toned hilt.

George XIII's shoulders trembled slightly, and several times became violent, until his whole body began to tremble, and his teeth rattled as if chewing ice.

Then, uncontrollable tears flowed down his cheeks, and a hot pain poured from his internal organs into his throat and into his chest.

The king, who had regained his senses, gasped quietly, and the trivial whispers in his ears made him restless, and the pain swelled to the point of inexorability.

"Kill—"

George XIII jerked out the sword hanging from his waist, and slashed at the throne with all the fighting energy of his body, and a cold rage burst out, replacing the heat of his body's emptiness.

The bright silver light flickered through the hall, and the prostrate attendant was cut in half without any reaction.

Not a single speck of blood flowed from the open wound, and on either side of the thin line that ran through the entire corpse, dots of silver frost froze everything.

"Huang ...... Kim?"

Although the frost attached to the fighting spirit had confirmed his realm at the moment, George XIII still felt incredulous.

He has been at the peak of silver for twelve years, from an ambitious young king to a decadent middle-aged puppet, he thought that he had no hope of stepping through the "wall of elements" in his life, but he didn't expect that he would break through so lightly.

Is it the qualitative change caused by the accumulation of abundance, or the sublimation created by the crisis of life and death?

Either way, it doesn't feel bad.

"Haven't you already felt it, and what else is there not to believe. Mephistopheles' voice shattered George's illusions about his qualifications and pulled his mind back to reality: "How's it going, do you recognize our sincerity?"

"You did it?"

Thinking of the ball that melted into his eyebrows, he felt good about himself George XIII's face turned blue, and he thought that it was the transcendence brought by his own excellence, but he didn't think that it was actually the credit of foreign objects.

At the thought of his triumphant self-praise just now, his face swelled a little, especially after remembering that the other party still had the secret of "mind reading", George's face became even more ugly.

"Or else?" Mephistopheles sneered, "Could it be that you are superior to your own excellence?"

The devil has no intention of saving face for the other party, and the chess pieces who are uneasy about the status quo are all self-righteous and inferior, and only by stripping them of their proud coats and grinding the edges and corners of the people can he become mellow and pleasant.

This is just the beginning, Mephistopheles has done too many things like self-confidence and self-consumption, and he is very professional in this regard.

After the real advanced legend, Mephistopheles's strength has been greatly improved, and the characteristics of golden life have also been revealed.

In today's material continent, unless he is a strong person of the demigod rank, a professional in other realms, even a god descendant with divine blood flowing in his body, as long as his divinity has not yet been revealed, then he is just a plaything in his own hands.

As for the powerhouse of the demigod rank, Mephistopheles is not an opponent yet, and even if the other party is willing to pay a sufficient price, it can cause him extremely serious trauma.

But Mephistopheles is not afraid of demigods, because he is no longer afraid of being discovered by the other party.

As long as he doesn't have the brains to tell others his true identity, even if he steps into the demigod realm, the other party will only regard him as a legendary powerhouse with strange means.

"A legend is the beginning of the extraordinary," Mephistopheles also mastered the basic ability of self-preservation in an era when the gods were gradually waking up from their slumber: "If you can advance to the demigods, you must be more relaxed in your restraints." ”

"Still, don't be in a hurry. Now I am still too weak compared to the gods who have accumulated tens of thousands of years, and secrecy is the first thing to consider. ”

Mephistopheles is not in a hurry, the last thing he lacks with endless life is time, if it weren't for the fact that this opportunity was too rare, he wouldn't rush in, after all, being able to hide in the shadows is his most powerful guarantee against the gods.

"What happened to wake the gods from their slumber so quickly, or was the so-called slumber just a façade for them to manifest?"

As for the information about the gods, Mephistopheles, who only has legendary strength, can only rely on trivial information obtained from many sources to piece it together by himself, so most of the conclusions are just unconfirmed speculations.

The dangers of information asymmetry to layouts are almost devastating, and the devil who has always liked to use information differences between them to play with people knows very well about this.

Therefore, after truly advancing to the legendary rank, Mephistopheles will leave for the imperial capital, which has become the base camp of the gods more easily than the frozen coast where the news is closed, and it is easier for him to get the information he wants.

As for the danger, when the "devil" was not yet known, as long as he was careful, even the incarnation of the gods would not want to discover his true identity.

"Speaking of the advent incarnation...... the devil glanced to his left, the west side of the imperial capital is where the Temple of Knowledge is located: "With the relatively shallow background of the Temple of Knowledge, the gods of this family are the easiest to roll up their sleeves and end up......"

"It's hard to say," Mephistopheles remembered the strength of the psychic mage she sensed through "jealousy", and she was not very sure about the guess in her heart: "Although there are few sacrifices in the Temple of Knowledge, his status in the hearts of civilian mages is extremely high, and he does not necessarily lack high-level combat power. ”

"However, if you want to hide perfectly in the imperial capital, you also need a suitable 'collaborator' to help. ”

Looking at George XIII with a humble and flattering expression, Mephistopheles was very satisfied, and he knew that it would not be too long before the other party became his "collaborator......