"Ah, it hurts! It hurts! ”

Piercing screams rang out from the black castle of the Hell dimension, and in the crimson magma pools of bubbles, the normally decent Mephisto was howling and rolling on his warm "bed".

He was so embarrassed that he couldn't even see the coolest goatee in his treasured Nine Realms stained with lava.

It hurts so much!

It's like being torn out of the body to get a piece of meat, and it's like the heart, intestines, and liver are burned.

It stands to reason that a devil cannot be afraid of pain, and he should swallow it as a bread dip to accompany tonight's meal, as all other devils do.

But here's the problem, the three gurus are so deeply bound to him, through the connection between power and soul contract, they almost become the spokesperson and incarnation of the old devil in the material world, which is connected on the basis of the meaning of existence, so when they die, they are not only weak, but also unbearable suffering.

The Great Mentor is dead!

Ciri is dead!

This time the pain of the feedback was even higher than the previous death of the warlock, after all, Mephisto was still asleep at that time, and his perception was more or less dull, but this time it was too clear.

It's like someone hitting you the bridge of your nose and kicking your baby egg by the way, tears and snot are just the basic feeling.

"You ruthless little bastard can do it! Damn, this devil has lost his eyes, you are a big man."

Mephisto cursed as he let his convulsive body rise from the pool of magma.

The feeling of weakness is still there.

Although the part of Hell that was given to Ciri is returning to its original form, the loss of a good candle is much higher than the amount of "primordial investment".

Itregan had long ago detailed this classic and ancient soul contract for Mason, and the process of making the spokesmen into candles had always been a way to strengthen both parties, and there was no evil connection between the seeds of power and the chaotic power that broke through the earth as a harvest.

Mephisto's goal is detachment, not mere strength, so the old devil doesn't do anything that hurts others or himself.

He sat back on his throne of hell and looked up to see that the coalition of heroes who had invaded his dimension from the material world had crossed the Scorched Plains and were advancing towards his dark throne.

The Ghost Knights are holding them back, but the flaming Knights of Hell are as hard as ever.

This was expected by the old devil, and he did not panic.

As long as those candles are still around, the existence of the old devil is higher than the rules, and it is not impossible to take him down without extinguishing the candle and putting him into extreme weakness, but with the power that these coalition forces have, it is obviously impossible to do this.

It is true that he has not yet transcended, but the constant offerings from the worlds that have been planted with divine seeds have brought him closer and closer to that level.

He may suffer defeat, but death?

Hey, that's out of reach.

As for the devils, if death has been eliminated as an option, it means that they can continue to prolong the game until both sides get tired of playing.

"Maybe it's time to spice up you little cuties."

Mephisto on the throne already sensed the threat posed by Mason, and the feeling of pins and needles weighing on his heart made the old devil decide to activate the bomb he had planted deeply.

When he saw Lao A's death trap fail, he also realized that things might have gotten out of control, but unlike Lao A, who was terrified at this time, His Excellency Destiny was obviously more confident in the face of this challenge.

It's like what he claimed.

He's got another one-on-one game with Mason.

"I've given you the means to defeat me, and it's a big deal, guys, of course you have to pay some 'insignificant' price for victory."

In Mephisto's somber laughter, he activated the Soul Pact of the Stars.

Countless lit candles floated in front of the old devil's eyes, and his figure and his voice appeared in the hearts of all the members of the Star Society at this moment.

In a bar in a remote world in a distant plane, a group of B-class personnel who were resting here were still discussing the sudden martial law of the Star Fortress and the grand cause promoted by Lord Mason, only to stop in unison in the next moment, and everyone seemed to be struck by invisible lightning, and they all heard the gloomy and strange voice.

"Members of the Stars, pioneers of the Dark Star Sea, hounds of destiny, you may know the true meaning of the devil tattoo on your arm, or you may be kept in the dark, but it doesn't make sense.

There's no need to cover it up, folks.

I am Mephisto, your Lord of Destiny, the one who has made a pact with you, the one who has given you strength, the one who has united you in the chaotic times of shock.

Your contract represents a terrible curse, and by the transmission of power you will create candles, and once the flame is extinguished you will blow the lamp and pull out the wax.

All the opposition between the strong and the weak, the wise or the stupid, the righteous and the despicable, will be meaningless when the candle is extinguished.

And now!

Right now!

A group of righteous men of high character and great sentiment have stepped into my kingdom and are trying to kill me to give you true and eternal freedom.

But sadly, as long as there is a candle flame burning, I will never die.

Guess what choice the righteous will make in order to get rid of this scourge of me?

And the most tragic thing for me, the crusaded one, is that the secret room where I hid all the candles has been found, in the Star Fortress

I and your existence are tied to those candles, and I will leave the power of choice to you, my dear hounds.

You can blow out your candle with the courage and will to send me to death, or you can take your candle and keep it for safekeeping.

This is your power, and no one can interfere with the process.

Go, go!

Go to that place to take your little life, and remember, my dear hounds, that the fate of man should always be in his own hands.

Wish me luck.

Good luck to you guys too.

Love comes from your Lord, Lord Destiny.

May every sacrifice please the dark stars and light our way forward"

The grim voice vanished in an instant, and with it the illusion that accompanied the sound in the minds of every member of the Star Society.

They may not believe the truth revealed by the old devil himself, but the thousands of candles flickering in those pictures did choke everyone's hearts at this moment.

When the first bottle of alcohol fell to the ground in this lively bar, many people got up.

They looked at each other with mixed expressions in their eyes.

When everything is fine, everyone can be a good person, but when it comes to their own interests, when choosing to be a good person means that they may die, then the risk of doing good deeds is raised to an intolerable level.

It's not even about morality, it's about human nature and instinct.

There is no need for a call.

When the first female ranger grabbed her bow and walked out of the bar in silence, the rest of the people took a step, and after just a dozen seconds, there were only a few people left in the lively bar.

"Hey, why don't you go?"

The pessimistic, misanthropic but fiery bartender wipes the table and asks a bearded B-class who is still pouring wine on the bar:

"I think they seem to be going to do something big, and it seems to be related to everyone, don't you care?"

"Why should I go?"

The bearded fellow looked up and said drunkenly:

"They're just asking for trouble, and a Trailblazer who can do B-rank is not stupid, and if you think about it, you know that this is Mephisto's trick to provoke the internal unrest of the Star Society.

They know this, but they are still afraid that they will be the 'price' that the righteous will pay for the slaughter of evil.

Well, I'll admit that the candle did make me a little bit bad.

But."

He threw up his head and toasted a large glass of wine, wiped his mouth again, and said:

"But I'm still alive, am I? They didn't intend to extinguish the candles to kill the devil, and if I went to the Star Fortress now, I would be causing trouble for the good and being an accomplice to the bad guys.

I'm not a good person, but I don't do this thankless work. ”

This sentence made the bartender who was wiping the bar blink, and she said:

"Then you're so willing to put your life in the hands of a group of people you don't even know? What if, I mean, they really make up their minds that it is more important to overthrow evil than to protect life?

Aren't you afraid of death? ”

"I'm afraid, but I believe in Team K."

The bearded man shrugged his shoulders and touched the wound on his neck, which had almost torn open his throat, and he stroked it, and said:

"I've stepped into their world with bastard warlocks, and I've done some very bad, bad things there.

I've seen Lord Mason push himself to the brink to save us invaders, he saved thousands of people in a matter of seconds, and I should have died a miserable death under the neutron extermination of that bastard council, but I survived.

I owe them my life.

It's not a big deal to give them back now.

And you know that, right?

We hounds have seen all kinds of bad things and tragedies through the world, and our nerves have long been trained to be rock-solid, and we rarely believe that there is anything true, good, and beautiful in this era, but even the worst bastard will hope that someone will show up and pull him when he is heading for self-destruction.

And that day, I met a really good person.

He cherished it as rare as when I accidentally killed a whale while racing in the desert.

I believe in him.

At a time when hypocrisy and chaos are the norm, sincerity and kindness are the deadliest nirvana, so I believe in him and am willing to entrust my life to him.

That's all."

"But you know it's an escape, right?"

The bartender turned and poured a glass of wine, slammed it in front of the bearded man, and said to her guests as she lay down on the bar:

"This is not a K-Team war, this is a war for each of you, and every member of the Star Society will be involved, whether you want it or not.

You say you don't want to be an accomplice to the bad guys and choose to stand by and watch, but when good and evil fight to the death, you choose to watch the show, which is not neutral.

It's easy to entrust everything to someone else, but in reality it's just digging a hole and burying your head in it, pretending that everything is okay, pretending not to hear the bullet that crosses your head.

You either do good or bad things.

Doing nothing is not an option.

You can't hide from it.

Now, give me this free drink, grab your gun and go to the Star Castle to help the good guy you think you have. ”

"Hey, you're not from the Stars Society, why are you so excited?"

The bearded man stared at the bartender in front of him, who shrugged his shoulders, took out a poster of Mason from under the cabinet from nowhere, and slapped it in front of the bearded man, saying:

"I'm a fan of Lord Mason, okay? Who wouldn't love such a sunny and handsome hero? If you make it back alive, remember to give me an autograph.

I'm going to hang him in the most obvious place in the bar. ”

"It's a matter of life!"

The bearded man drank the glass of wine unhappily and said:

"A glass of wine sent me away? The life I managed to get back was too cheap. Well? ”

A kiss from the bartender fell on the guy's forehead, she wiped her mouth with disgust, looked at the smiling bastard in front of her, waved her hand and said:

"Go ahead, come back and give you something better."

"Thanks, Moxie, I feel empowered."

The bearded man laughed and picked up his shotgun and strode out, leaving only the bartender still wiping the table, she looked at the few other people left in the bar, crossed her waist and said:

"What? Do you also need me to give each of you a kiss? Get the fuck out of here, bastards, and get our future back!

I'm still waiting to continue running my bar business in New World, and I'll give you VIP cards when the time comes. ”

——

"They're coming! There are so many people! ”

In the folded space of the Star Castle, the broken gong of Deadpool, who was in charge of the front row, shouted and spread the bad news to every squad deployed here.

And on the walls of the Star Fortress, which had been completely fortified, the impatient swordsman who had been waiting for a long time snapped his devil helmet on his head.

She held her soul sword and shouted to those around her:

"We all know that it doesn't make sense to reason with these stupid bastards in this situation, so we chose to respond to their doubts with weapons.

Of course, this isn't your mortal enemy, so tap it!

If you can use non-lethal weapons, don't really open their heads, we have to stay here until the situation becomes clear, it won't be too easy.

But we've all come this far

The little of the hunter is dead, and we've all sacrificed to this point, and we can't allow a defeat to be the final result.

Get ready to meet the enemy! ”

As soon as she gave the order, the entire protection of the Star Castle was erected, and Barbara, who drove a gray Fenrir armor forward, bounced open the cockpit and gave the swordsman a thumbs up condescendingly.

She said:

"That's a good declaration of war."

"Of course!"

The swordsman said with a sound of urn and anger:

"I prepared the manuscript in advance, this may be the last battle of my career, how can I not perform well?"

"Are you ready, then?"

Barbara asked, and Liana knew what she meant, and with a flick of her finger, a clear potion popped into her palm, and a contract was melting into the potion.

The swordsman shook it vigorously to make the contract melt faster.

She pouted under her helmet and said:

"I hope your brother's skills are good enough not to really put me in it, even for the Lord of Hell, death is quite a serious matter.

But how to say it?

In my most optimistic thinking, I never thought that things would be pushed forward to the way they are, so even if I did die, it would be worth it, alas, I realized that Ciri was the bravest of us.

If you say die, you die.

It's not muddy at all, it's really open-minded. ”

"They're coming!"

Another warning sounded, and at the very front of the folded space.

Several of the fastest B-class squads had already rushed into the endless ocean, and before their eyes, Two Barrels and Damian stopped them, one left and one right.

"Don't go over!"

The second bucket said coldly, without explaining more at all.

B-class members, you look at me, I look at you, they drew their weapons in silence, and the two barrels and Damian looked at each other, and the two bat family cubs shrugged.

With the cold sound of the blade unsheathed, Mason's handmade war knife fell into his hand, and the newly engraved inscription "Harmony is precious" on it shone brightly.

This thing, which can save a life for an enemy under a lethal attack, was developed by the Inscription Master specifically for this battle.

In the next second, two groups of people rushed forward at the same time, and blood flashed out.

The final civil war of the Stellar Society begins!

(End of chapter)