Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 294 The Deal Proposed by the Devil

The sound of falling was not pleasant, it was the thick muddy sound like mud falling to the ground.

All the bones have been ground and mixed with the mutilated flesh and blood to become something filthy that cannot be described in words.

The sound of heavy breathing reverberated in the empty space where you could hear the drop of a needle, like a bellows blowing a fire, but Ron didn't need to continue to burn more vigorously, he needed to extinguish his own temperature, and the compelling heat came from Dispersed from his body, the red hair even began to curl dryly.

The completely unsealed sword is too much burden for him. His Dragon Heart is not as strong as King Arthur's, his body is not as strong as King Arthur's, and his familiarity with the Broken Steel Sword is far less than that of the king. The bloodline contract was not signed with this world by himself.

Maybe he will be able to turn all this into his own soon. The late King Arthur has bestowed all his authority on this long-standing descendant. No one in the world can reawaken this world except Ron. With such a strong bloodline power, King Arthur didn't even dare to expect his own bloodline to continue.

Ron can inherit everything, but it will take time, so it's not now.

Gullies exuding hot heat covered his body. At this moment, Ron looked like a piece of porcelain that had just been pulled out of the stove. After being suddenly exposed to low temperature, countless cracks appeared. It will be broken in seconds.

Death not only came to the demon that turned into mud, but the sense of dying also filled Ron's body and mind.

The blade of the Broken Steel Sword touched the ground, supporting the big boy to kneel on the ground so that he would not be subdued. Although his body was trembling involuntarily, the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

Even at this moment, he was still ready to violently kill demons at any time, and Ron knew clearly in his heart that Mephisto, a cunning guy, would never die completely.

Who would have guessed that he had personally killed another demon lord, Asmodeus?And who would have expected that he didn't see the settlement of the mission?

Playing dead in front of Ron won't work, at least for now, and Mephisto's superb acting skills can't fool him.

If Mephisto is really dead, let alone the wreckage, there will be no dregs left behind. Everything about him will be wiped out in this world by the torrent of magic power. The death of demons is not the same as that of ordinary creatures. There are clear weaknesses and real vital points, and there is no life gate that will kill you if you touch it.

The evil guest from the abyss is indeed beyond the expectations of many people.

But Ron was not in a hurry to expose Mephisto's ridiculous but subtle deception, and now he urgently needed time to adjust to restore his overdrawn body.

The power of the dragon flowing in his body endowed Ron with strong recovery power. This injury, like a broken body, healed little by little amidst the gradual calming of the heartbeat and slowing down of breathing, and the speed was not slow.

Visible to the naked eye, the cracked lines on his body are cooling down and turning into fresh pink of flesh and blood, and the cracked wounds are also constantly closing, slowly changing from the river valleys to thin lines, and finally turning into a trace of red marks.

He just happened to be naked, and now he looked like a rag doll that had just been stitched up, covered with red cobwebs drawn by naughty children, taking over every inch of his skin.

A hungry grunt sounded suddenly, and he touched his bumpy abdominal muscles. Although the protest from his stomach was fine for a few days, since Mephisto still planned to continue pretending to be dead, Ron Don't mind adjusting yourself to the best either.

He reached out and touched an indescribable place. According to the setting, it would never be broken, and he touched out the indelible space bag. Although it didn't bring any strange smell or strange solid matter, it was cleaned up. A new one still needs to be used.

'click click'

Compared to the brick jerky that you bring with you, one piece of it lasts for a day, there are a lot of nice food in the space bag.

The peeled lobster meat is a large piece that is three fingers wide and two fingers thick. After being wrapped in a light batter and fried until golden and crispy, one bite, the satisfaction that fills the entire mouth makes one tremble all over. , the freshness and sweetness of the shrimp meat is stimulated by the hot oil, and the thin coat locks the moisture in it, so that the silky shrimp meat remains springy and tender. Although this golden shrimp ball is based on Luo The super-large portion specially made by Enweiwei does not reduce the original deliciousness.

The feast of gluttony was taken out of the unknown pocket one after another, and the aroma of the food even filled the entire space. If someone walked in here blindfolded, probably the first thought would be to order his stomach to grumble, ready to Join the feast immediately.

It may be that the devil doesn't need human food, and Mephisto, who has turned into a pool of rotten meat, is still motionless and pretending to be dead.

"Hiccup~"

Ron, whose red lines had disappeared, touched his stomach and got up satisfied.

He tried his best to stretch his newly reborn body, stretching every muscle to his heart's content, breaking away from the shackles of chains to embrace freedom, and his unscrupulous breathing urged his body to enter the working state again.

He raised his sword.

But this time there was no blooming chant, and the Platinum Sword appeared suddenly.

"Why do you have to work so hard to survive?"

Ron also asked abruptly, but there was no delay in the movement of the sword cutting down.

"Isn't it good to die?"

He made a request that Mephisto could not accept.

The dead mud began to deform the moment the platinum light appeared, and the sword of oath that had not been completely liberated could not lock on Mephisto's body. Demons are demons after all, far beyond ordinary people, but complete liberation is for Ron. The language burden is too great, and it is difficult to perform it again now.

Although it is barely possible, it is obvious that what he is facing now is a protracted battle, and he cannot lose his strength for the second time. If there is a second sword, he will most likely not be able to stand firmly.

"And what do you know, human?"

Probably because he was offended, maybe because his fake death failed to fool Ron, Mephisto stubbornly caught the platinum slash of the sword of the oath with his arm.

But his toughness only lasted for a tiny moment, and almost as soon as he touched it, he pulled away and dodged instantly, but his right hand was inevitably cut off, and even a scar almost piercing appeared on his chest.

From the right shoulder to the left crotch, it almost became two pieces.

At this time, Mephisto no longer had the elegance and evil that was similar to a vampire before. His body was limp and wriggling, like a puppet turned from mud, but the stinky mud is much more beautiful than it. .

"I should ask you, we don't really have any hatred to kill each other, do we?"

"I can sign a contract with you and serve you. If you don't want me to be an eyesore in front of you, all I want to do now is go back to my home. This world has nothing to cherish for me."

"I'm a demon. Demons need to breathe the sulfurous smell of hell to sleep peacefully. I've been away from my hometown for many years. I'm just a poor man who wants to go home."

Mephisto said in a begging tone of a loser, as if he was just a poor man who wanted to go home as he said.

"But you're not even human, so why pretend to be pitiful?" Ron said lightly, not hiding his sarcasm in his tone.

"We can actually talk about it, right? You won't get any benefit from killing me, but if I live, I can give you a lot." Mephisto dodged the holy sword wielded by Ron in embarrassment, almost every day A deep scar would appear on his body in a second, and he spoke very quickly: "We can talk, it is not a good result for both sides to suffer."

"You can't give me what I want, what else can you give besides I want you dead?"

Ron's sneer didn't frustrate Mephisto, he even had a hint of joy in his tone.

"how could be."

"Although my current strength is not as good as before, time has accumulated more than just brute force for me."

Mephisto, who had been hiding all this time, suddenly stopped his body. He forcibly took a slash with his sword, and the obscure and filthy power of the abyss erupted in his hands at this moment. Extinguished in the palm of my hand.

"I can give you great power and teach you to become stronger than you are now. This has nothing to do with our race. It is the wisdom accumulated over time."

Mephisto spoke in a convincingly calm tone,
"I'm not a crazy monster. Although there are many people in my hometown who have no brains, not all of them are like them. For example, I came here to satisfy my curiosity. Heart."

"Probably a bard, or a writer. I like to go to strange places and see more things. I actually have no malice towards you."

"Instead, I'm happy to share my knowledge that can make you stronger."

Mephisto seemed to be relieved after seeing Ron cut himself into seventeen or eighteen pieces without saying a word. He looked at Ron, observed his expression, and guessed what he was thinking.

"Of course, if you are not very interested in strength, I know that you are actually quite strong, but there are some things that cannot be done with brute force."

There was a hint of seduction in his tone.

"Unlike you, I have an almost endless lifespan. I will face death after only a few hundred years. To you, it is actually very cruel, right?"

"Family, friends, partners, there are always many accidents in the world or time will inevitably make you separated by life and death. Parting with regrets is not a pleasant thing."

"I can let you meet again."

"Death is not an unsolvable problem for me."

"I can give you the power of resurrection, and turn regret into joy of reunion."

He saw the smile on the corner of Ron's mouth, so Mephisto smiled more courteously and kindly. He made some minor adjustments to his appearance at the right time, such as hiding the sharp teeth and putting on a suit like a housekeeper. General black uniform.

"The strongest wand made of elderberry, the resurrection stone that can bring the dead back to life, and the invisibility cloak that hides the body and no one can find it?"

Mephisto's words confirmed the symbol of the Deathly Hallows seen before, the god of death is Mephisto, and only this cunning hell lord can make magical props that are contrary to normal magic theory.

The invisibility cloak is a prop that even Nicolas May can't analyze. Of course, the items made by the wisdom from the abyss use another set of theoretical systems, and it is understandable that they cannot be analyzed.

"Aha~" Mephisto's tone was inspired and cheerful, "I didn't expect people to know what I made back then!"

"At that time, I met three people who were in trouble. The first one was often bullied because he was too weak. I gave him a magic wand made of elderberry so that he would not be bullied. The second one was tortured by the saying of parting from life and death. , Fading day by day, unable to sleep at night, so I gave him the power of resurrection, so that he would no longer be troubled by the thoughts of separation, and the third person was inferior and timid, so I satisfied his expectation of isolation and made him a transparent People can not be exposed in the eyes of others."

"As you can see, it was because of many misunderstandings and misunderstandings that I fell into the opposite of you. In fact, we have no irresolvable conflicts. We can be friends."

Mephisto spoke sincerely, the words seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, sincerely.

"A magic wand that is ready to betray at any time, kneeling and licking the strong without any loyalty at all, a resurrection stone that can only cast phantoms of the dead, and make people fall into the illusory world, and another one that can only deceive people, An invisibility cloak that can't even fool Yaya, yes, Yaya is a dog, an invisibility cloak that can't even fool a dog."

Ron twisted his mouth and laughed, "That's it?"

Mephisto smiled awkwardly, "After all, time has passed, and it's normal for the strength to decline. They don't have your talent. I can't teach them this knowledge, so I can only make finished products for them."

"But you can." Mephisto, who took a good fart, fully affirmed Ron's genius, "You are the most potential person I have ever met, and this knowledge can be learned from you."

"Great power, the ability to transcend death, and a secret that no one can find. With these, what else in the world can't be done by you?"

"This is a fair deal. I'm just a wanderer who wants to go home. I don't intend to interfere with your world."

"It's very tempting." Ron smiled, "But that's for ordinary people."

The corners of Mephisto's smiling mouth slowly calmed down, and he knew that the man standing in front of him was just as stubborn as the man he was fighting with back then, and couldn't listen to his words.

"I didn't want to go this far."

Mephisto stretched out a finger, and he wavered in front of him, as if he touched a silk thread hidden in the void.

That is the power that the demons obtained for revenge after being stripped from the origin of the world by the sages of the Silver Age.

After that, the demons can ignore magic, and only pure magic can kill them. This privilege comes from this overlord clause that they wrote into the rules at any cost.

But now, Mephisto grabbed the line that belonged to him.

Everything in the world, whether it is magic or anything else, cannot escape the limitation of a rule.

That is the basic rule proposed by alchemy: equal exchange.

At the expense of the privilege of ignoring magic, in exchange for the return of equal power.

The body that was originally exhausted due to the thousand-year seal is constantly being injected and filled with new power.

The exquisite skin is no longer a shriveled empty shell, the power he once possessed is constantly returning, in exchange for the price he is least willing to pay.

The face that no longer smiles shows ferocity, its original and most authentic expression.

It was malice from the abyss, exuding a bone-piercing ice cold.

(End of this chapter)