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On the whole, it looks like an ordinary human being.

This is Mephisto's judgment when he sits at the gambling table.

"I?"

The corner of Luke's mouth was smiling, and seeing the unexpected expression of the old devil gave him a "comfortable" feeling in his heart.

Being able to tease a wily and scheming Lord of Hell is an interesting conversation piece worth mentioning.

"An ordinary person who is not worthy of Mephisto's name."

Luke replied.

"Ordinary people, if you are an ordinary person, I will just forget about this table."

Thinking of the cruel words he uttered before the game started, and Mephisto's stern face, he looked a little depressed.

For a long time, no human had dared to act so arrogantly in front of him.

If he hadn't figured out Luke's identity, the old devil would have overturned the table long ago.

Open your mouth full of blood, and eat the other party's soul in one bite.

"How about another one?"

Mephisto couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw Luke pocketing those soul chips.

Those are all his private property!

"Do you still have chips?"

The latter raised his eyebrows, and then he remembered that he had deprived the Death God Seth of his authority and occupied the other party's Hades world.

In this way, as hell, heaven, and the soul of currency circulating in various dimensions, he seems to be useful.

"Try it."

Luke picked up a chip and put it in his palm calmly.

An imperceptible dark light flashed in his eyes, and the blue chip, which was one-third the weight of a normal human being, disappeared.

"As many chips as I want"

Hearing Luke's question, Mephisto smiled contemptuously.

He is the owner of the Hell Hotel, so how could he be short of bargaining chips.

These days, the greedy and selfish human beings have provided themselves countless soul chips.

It's just that the above sentence stopped abruptly in the middle, and the old devil's dark face suddenly became serious.

The guests around the gaming table stopped talking at the same time.

The noisy voice stagnates, and gradually quiets down.

They sensed the terrifying aura released by Mephisto.

Humans are fine, but the demons who work in the casino, especially the sexy croupier closest to the gaming table, their legs are already weak, and they almost fall to their knees.

While shivering, they secretly guessed

What the hell happened, so that the hell lord was so angry that he couldn't control the power in his body.

"Where did you hide your chips?"

Mephisto asked in a deep voice word by word.

Losing a game, losing a few chips, and losing some face is nothing to the old devil.

He doesn't pay much attention to winning or losing, unless it is related to vital interests.

He doesn't even care about soul chips, anyway, they will flow into his hands in the end.

As for face?

The hell lord who has been violently beaten by the supreme mage all the year round has no face to speak of.

His prestige is limited to the scope of hell.

The other great devil, Dimensional Demon God.

Most of their perceptions of Mephisto are negative labels such as "insidious and cunning", "turning his face and being ruthless".

There are really no bosses with emotions such as "respect" and "admiration". Sorry, there is none.

Mephisto's reputation is not because of his strength, but because he always suffers the most beatings.

"What should I do with the chips I won? Do I still have to report to you?"

Luke remained calm, and Mephisto's boiling anger seemed to him just a breeze.

After the blue chip was thrown into the underworld, it turned into a blurred and distorted shadow, blending into the darkness without sound.

In the vague perception, the world of the underworld, like a dilapidated house, seems to have eaten that one-third of the soul.

The benefit obtained is that the four transparent walls of this dilapidated house in the underworld seem to have filled a gap.

"The energy provided by the soul can also repair the underworld. More precisely, it should be able to work on any dimensional world."

Luke realized the key.

Those dimensional demon gods, various gods, and the two camps of heaven and hell, why do they ask for faith and souls.

This may be an important foundation to maintain their world!

"Mephisto's Hell Hotel is very valuable."

Luke's eyes flickered, and he looked up at the old devil who was on the verge of rage.

In his eyes, the other party exuded a green light all over.

Do not misunderstand.

Not the power to forgive.

But the color of leeks!

"Human, you are looking for your own death!"

Mephisto, whose patience was gradually exhausted, stood up abruptly.

The guests in a circle backed away one after another. They thought that the old devil couldn't afford to lose and wanted to hit someone, so they hurriedly called the security of the casino.

Balls of hell flames burned the red suit to ashes, exposing his magma-like skin.

"It's really boring. The Lord of Hell can't afford to lose this little soul chip, so he has the nerve to come out and open a casino?"

Luke leaned back in his seat and waved his hand.

All his chips on the table disappeared and flowed into the underworld.

"You will regret what you have done, and you will fall on your knees before me begging for forgiveness as your soul cries helplessly, screams miserably!"

Seeing the souls losing their senses with his own eyes, Mephisto was heartbroken, and his eyes burst into black flames that seemed to be substantial.

This scene scared the casino guests to run away.

But all human beings who have signed the contract and exchanged their souls for chips cannot leave this hotel.

They turned into illusory shadows and were all drawn into the crystal ball in the palm of Mephisto.

"It's not too late, don't be in such a hurry to dream."

Luke stood up abruptly, no longer hiding his strength.

As he silently recited the mantra, strands of pure white light enveloped him.

"Emperor Weishan Supreme Master!"

Mephisto was about to unleash his anger and crush Luke, but he subconsciously stopped when he felt the familiar force.

Pure white light!

And the breath of Emperor Weishan!

Except that he doesn't have a shiny bald head, Luke fully meets the conditions of the Supreme Sorcerer!

Chapter 3 Pressing every step of the way, swallowing your breath

Thinking of the Supreme Mage, Mephisto inevitably had some not-so-good and bad memories in his head.

As the most famous great devil in hell, he has dealt with two generations of supreme mages.

Guys like Beelzebub, Samael, and Azazel are all standard "hell nerds".

Only when some astonishing changes occur in hell, will you open your eyes and take a look.

The rest of the time, either sleeping or eating.

Seldom put time and energy into the world.

And Mephisto is a different kind, he is keen to make troubles, and likes to play tricks.

As long as you are free, you will sneak into the world and find some delicious and powerful souls to improve your diet.

Seducing heroes to fall, appreciating human tragedy, and witnessing moral collapse are all Mephisto's favorite programs.

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, you can never get your shoes wet.

The very active old devil met Agomuda who had just debuted at that time.

The latter was transformed from the tears of the ancient god Oshutu, who was gifted in magic.

He wholeheartedly wants to clean up the world, expel the dark minions, and rebuild a stable order.

The old and cunning Mephisto met the stupefied Agomuda.

At the beginning, the two sides were still evenly matched, with each other winning or losing.

However, under the world view of the Marvel Universe, it is unreasonable for a "second generation of gods" like Agamuda to increase their strength, and the cheating is open and aboveboard.

The ancient god Oshutu directly poured all the white magic into Agamuda.

It's like eating an experience book, and the skill has reached the full level in an instant.

Later, precious things such as the original time stone were handed over to Agamuda to refine the magic weapon.

When they met again a few days later, Mephisto was almost beaten to the ground.

Head-to-head fights won't work, but the old devil thought it would be no problem to play a little trick.

As a result, I investigated the background and found that my mother is an ancient god, a top boss who is better than the god of the underworld, Sithorn, and the snake god, Seth.

forget it jg

Can't afford to provoke jg

Mephisto, who has always been unwilling to suffer, and has a violent temper, silently swallowed his broken teeth with blood and tears, and pretended that everything hadn't happened.

The old devil endured in hell for hundreds of years until Agamuda retired gloriously.

He swaggered into the world, thinking that he could finally feel proud.

At this time, his heart swelled, thinking that Kama Taj lost Agomuda, so everything must be under control.

So, Mephisto, who laughed so hard that his mouth was crooked, took the initiative to make troubles to attract Gu Yi.

then

He was beaten all over the floor looking for teeth.

Moreover, Gu Yi, who inherited the position of supreme mage, was more irritable than Agamuda.

Not only did he beat Mephisto violently in this world, but when he was in a bad mood, he would open a portal to hell and beat him up like a sandbag.

Just like that joke, eat and sleep and beat Doudou.

For a certain period of time, Mephisto was the unlucky "Doudou".

Therefore, the jealousy and hatred towards the Supreme Mage are completely imprinted in the bones of the old devil.

When Mephisto saw the pure white light enveloping Luke, and felt the familiar, nightmare-like lingering, terrifying power of Visandi, he almost turned his head away and retreated into hell.

"Are you the supreme mage?"

asked the old devil in a trembling voice.