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A ferocious look appeared on Hei Xin's face.

In all these years, no one has ever embarrassed him so much except Mephisto!

"I don't care who you are, I will never let you go! You will face crazy revenge from the hell dimension!"

The desperate Black Heart began to say harsh words to the person in front of him.

But Joyce was not afraid at all. Instead, he reached out and touched Heixin's cheek and said softly: "Don't worry, I will help you transcend your soul."

After he finished speaking, he moved his right palm downwards and aimed at his heart with a little force.

"boom!"

Black Heart's chest suddenly dented and exploded, and black blood splashed out.

Even Joyce's clothes were stained with blood. After taking back his hand, he slowly stood up.

He looked at the dying Black Heart with a smile.

Joyce felt no need to show due respect to the creatures of hell.

From the trick he just used, it was obvious that countless human faces would appear around him.

So the question is, where did he get these souls?

Of course, he kills people on earth, extracts their souls, and makes them die in pain.

Perhaps in the future, they will still dislike the unpalatable taste of these souls.

So Joyce held nothing back.

"No!"

Feeling the fire of his soul that was about to go out, Black Heart's eyes widened.

He let out an unwilling roar,

A pair of eyes widened, filled with malice towards Joyce.

He covered his chest with one hand and turned slightly sideways, and tried to hold himself up with the other hand.

But all this is in vain.

"boom!"

Black Heart, who had just stood up a little, obviously had no extra energy. His body collapsed to the ground and he died completely.

"Ha, I really saw you right."

A voice came from behind Joyce, but he was not surprised. He had noticed it since he first entered the mirror space.

I was just a little curious about how he got here, because I didn't feel the fluctuation of magic.

Lucifer came forward from behind Joyce, looked at the black heart whose body gradually turned into black smoke, and raised his hand slightly.

He saw the Prince of Hell, which was condensed from black smoke, looking at him ferociously.

"I knew it! I knew someone was plotting to gain the authority of hell! It turned out to be you! Lu! Xi! Fa!"

Black Heart roared hoarsely, the sound so loud that the black smoke even tended to dissipate.

"Really? Now that you know it, you should be happy that you can finally escape your father's control, right?"

"Bah! Do you think you are the savior of hell? Stop dreaming! I curse you to not have a good death and never succeed!"

Lucifer chuckled, seemingly laughing at his stupidity.

"Oh, thank you for your concern!"

His tone was calm, but in Black Heart's ears, it was as creepy as a reminder.

Lucifer took a deep breath, and the black heart composed of black smoke began to be unable to withstand the suction and rushed towards his mouth.

"Lucifer, please, please let me go, please, please spare me!"

The black heart that kept struggling was really scared now.

Even if he was killed, he could return to hell and be resurrected, but Lucifer took away the power of hell.

Then he will become a joke, and the black heart who loses his power will be hunted down by countless enemies in hell.

He won't be merciful just because he is Mephisto's child. After all, as a hell lord, who doesn't have a few enemies?

The more he thought about it, the more panic he got, and he kept praying to the fallen angel to let him go.

"late!"

Lucifer snorted coldly and took another deep breath to increase his suction power.

This black smoke was instantly swallowed into Lucifer's nose.

Then his expression looked like he had taken something, and he looked extremely intoxicated and enjoying himself.

Lucifer, who recovered after more than ten seconds, looked at the body that had turned into ashes, with a look of indifference on his lips.

"That's it?"

Joyce, who was slightly curious, looked at him, but there wasn't much change!

It's like being high.

"I only absorbed two-thirds of his power. Unless Mephisto dies, the last bit of power will not disappear, and Black Heart will not completely die."

Lucifer seemed to be in a good mood at this moment, and his tone was very relaxed, as if he was talking about the beautiful sun today.

Joyce's expression was a little strange and he looked at Lucifer carefully.

"He won't die, does that mean I'm also enmity with Mephisto?"

When Lucifer heard this, he looked at Joyce with a look of relief and nodded: "That's right!"

Joyce was in a bad mood after hearing the answer she least wanted to hear.

It seemed that Joyce was angry.

Lucifer smiled lightly.

"Don't be angry. Although Mephisto's strength is impressive, I am not a vegetarian. I can take care of him, and we are still cooperating, aren't we?"

Joyce was silent when he heard this, but looking at Lucifer's expression, it was obvious that he didn't trust him.

"How about this? I will give you half of the power of hell now. What do you think of this?"

As soon as Lucifer's words came out, Joyce's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Thank you! Farewell! Goodbye!"

Joyce quickly turned around and ran away, fearing that if he was slower for a second, he would be tricked by Lucifer again.

Having been deceived once, Joyce decided not to contact him again.

Lucifer looked at the embarrassed running figure with a playful smile on his lips.

"I like your personality very much."

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, Lucifer's body disappeared suddenly, and the mirror space flipped, returning to calm.

Joyce breathed a sigh of relief when he returned home.

Staying with Lucifer always feels like he will be tricked to death.

Joyce walked directly into his bedroom and lay on the bed thinking about the future.

Until now, I still don't know which path to choose.

The Sorcerer Supreme looks to him to save Earth, and the Father of the Gods looks to him to save Asgard.

This made him feel waves of depression, making him feel breathless.

And Joyce doesn't think he has the strength to save these things.

Ask yourself, he is willing to help his friends or act bravely, but he will never risk his own life. After all, this is a very dangerous thing.

He was not ready for self-sacrifice.

Everyone is selfish, even gods are no exception.

His own idea is to never compromise, even in death.

Joyce tossed and turned in bed.

As a half-hearted priest, Joyce never even believed in the nonsense that God would protect him.

People can only rely on themselves, and only by themselves can they ensure safety. If you can't protect yourself, how can you protect others?