Chapter 671 38. These are no longer ordinary rebels, they must strike hard! Hell loses nothing, rally!
"Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much!"
Piercing screams rang out from the black castle in the hell dimension. In the pool of crimson magma with floating bubbles, Mephisto, who had always been decent, was howling and rolling on his warm "bed".
He was so embarrassed that even his most precious goatee, the coolest in the nine realms, was stained with lava and he just pretended he couldn't see it.
It hurts so much!
It felt like a piece of flesh had been cut out from the body, and it felt like the heart, intestines and liver were burned.
It stands to reason that a devil cannot be afraid of pain. Like all other devils, he should swallow pain like the bread and sauce that goes with tonight's meal.
But here's the problem. The binding between the three great mentors and him is too profound. Through the connection of power and soul contract, they have almost become the spokespersons and incarnations of the old devil in the material world. That is the meaning of existence. Therefore, when they died, what they felt back was not only weakness, but also unbearable pain.
The pioneering great mentor is dead!
Ciri is dead!
The pain of the feedback this time was even higher than that of the previous warlock's death. After all, Mephisto was still sleeping at that time, and his perception was somewhat dull, but this time it was too clear.
It's like someone hit you hard on the bridge of your nose and kicked your baby balls. Tears and snot are flowing across your nose. That's just the basic feeling.
"You're such a heartless little bastard, you're really capable of killing him! Fuck, I've lost my sight, you're a man who does big things"
Mephisto cursed as he let his twitching body get up from the magma pool.
The feeling of weakness is still there.
Although the part of the hell power given to Ciri is returning to its original form, the loss caused by the extinguishing of a good candle is much higher than such a small "original investment".
Etrigen had introduced this classic and ancient soul contract to Mason in detail a long time ago. The process of making spokesmen into candles has always been a way to strengthen both parties. There is no mess of power seeds and breaking out of the ground. Power as harvest that evil association.
Mephisto's goal is to be transcendent and not simply powerful, so the old devil does not do things that harm others but do not benefit himself.
He sat back on his Hell Throne, raised his head and glanced outside. The coalition of heroes who had invaded his dimension from the material world had crossed the Scorched Plains with overwhelming force and were advancing towards his Dark Throne.
The Ghost Knights are blocking them, but these burning Hell Knights are as useless as ever.
This situation was expected by the old devil, so he was not panicked.
As long as those candles are still there, the existence of the old devil is above all rules. It is not impossible to kill him without extinguishing the candles and making him extremely weak, but it is obvious with the power possessed by these coalition forces. Can't do this.
It is true that he has not transcended yet, but the constant support from those worlds where the seeds of divinity have been planted have brought him closer and closer to that level.
He might suffer defeat, but death?
Well, that is something far out of reach.
For the devils, if death as an option has been eliminated in advance, it means that they can continue to extend the game until both parties are tired of it.
"Perhaps it's time to spice things up a bit for you little cuties."
Mephisto on the throne has already felt the strong threat posed by Mason. The feeling like a needle prick in his heart made the old devil decide to activate his deeply buried bomb.
When he saw Old A's death trap fail, he also realized that things might have gone out of control, but unlike Old A, who was in panic at this time, Lord Destiny was obviously more confident when facing this kind of challenge.
Just like what he claimed before.
He will have another single game with Mason.
"I have given you the method to defeat me. This is a big deal. Everyone, of course you need to pay some "insignificant" price for victory."
In Mephisto's dark and ferocious laughter, he activated the soul contract of the Society of Stars.
Countless lit candles were suspended in front of the old devil's eyes, and his figure and voice also appeared in the hearts of all members of the Society of Stars 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 Castle and the grand cause promoted by Lord Mason. As a result, they all stopped in the next moment. Everyone seemed to be struck by invisible lightning, and they all heard the gloomy and weird sound.
"Members of the Society of Stars, pioneers of the Dark Star Sea, and hounds of destiny, you may know the true meaning of the devil tattoo on your arm, or you may still be kept in the dark, but this is meaningless.
No need to cover up anymore, everyone.
I am Mephisto, the Lord of Destiny in your mouth, the one who made a contract with you, the one who gave you strength, the one who united you in the chaotic era of impact.
Your contract represents a terrible curse. Through the transfer of power, a candle will be generated, and once the flame is extinguished, you will blow out the lamp and pull out the wax.
All the oppositions represented by strength and weakness, wisdom or stupidity, justice and despicability will become meaningless when such candles are blown out.
And now!
Right now!
A group of righteous people with noble character and great sentiments have stepped into my kingdom and tried to kill me to give you true and eternal freedom.
But unfortunately, as long as there is a candle burning, I will never die.
You might as well guess what kind of choices those righteous people will make in order to get rid of this scourge like me?
The most tragic thing for me, the vanquished person, is that the secret room where I hide everyone's candles has been found, in the Star Castle
My existence and yours are tied to those candles, and I leave the choice to you, my dear hounds.
You can send me to death by blowing out your candles with fearless courage and will, or you can take your candles and smuggle them away for safekeeping in order to survive.
This is your right, and no one can interfere with this process.
Go, go!
Go to that place and take back your lives. Please remember, my dear hounds, that people's destiny should always be in their own hands.
Wish me luck.
Good luck to you too.
Love from your leader, Lord Destiny.
May every sacrifice please the dark stars and light our way forward"
The cold voice disappeared at this moment, and the illusion that accompanied the voice in the hearts of every member of the Star Society also disappeared.
They may not believe the truth revealed by the old devil himself, but the thousands of flickering candles in those pictures did strangle everyone's heart at this moment.
When the first bottle of wine hit the ground in this lively bar, many people suddenly stood up.
They looked at each other with complicated expressions in their eyes.
When everything is fine, everyone can be a good person. However, when one's own interests are involved and choosing to be a good person means that one may die, then the risk of doing good deeds is raised to an intolerable level. .
This doesn't even have to do with moral character, it's just human nature and instinct.
No one needs to call for help.
When the first female ranger grabbed her bow and walked out of the bar silently, the rest of the people took steps forward. After just ten seconds, only a handful of people were left in the bustling bar.
"Hey, why don't you go?"
The pessimistic and world-weary but hot female bartender with a classic character wiped the table and asked an unshaven B-level personnel who was lying on the bar still drinking wine:
"It seems to me that they are going to do something big, and it seems to be related to everyone. Don't you care?"
"Why should I go?"
The unshaven guy raised his head and said drunkenly:
"They are just looking for trouble. The B-level pioneers are not fools. Just think about it and you will know that this is Mephisto's trick to provoke civil strife among the stars.
They know this, but they are still afraid that they will become the 'price' paid by righteous people when they slaughter evil.
Okay, I'll admit that the candle did make me a little bit worse.
But.”
He raised his head and drank a large glass of wine, wiped his mouth again, and said:
"But I'm still alive now, aren't I? They didn't intend to put out the candles to kill the devil, and if I ran to the Star Castle now I would be causing trouble for the good people and becoming an accomplice of the bad guys.
Although I'm not a good person, I won't do such a thankless job. ”
This sentence made the female bartender who was wiping the bar blink her eyes, and she said:
"Then you are so willing to put your life in the hands of a group of people you don't even know? What if, I mean what if they really make up their mind that overthrowing evil is more important than protecting lives?
Aren't you afraid of death? ”
"I'm afraid, but I believe in Team K."
The bearded man shrugged and touched the wound on his neck. It was the wound that almost tore the throat. He stroked it and said:
"I once followed the bastard warlock into their world and did some very bad things there.
I saw with my own eyes that Mr. Mason pushed himself into a desperate situation to save us invaders. He saved thousands of people in a few seconds. I should have died miserably under the neutron annihilation of that bastard council. , but I survived.
I owe them my life.
It’s not a big deal to give it back to them now.
And you know that, right?
We hounds who have traveled through the world have seen all kinds of bad things and tragedies, and our nerves have been trained to be rock-hard. We rarely believe that there is such a thing as truth, goodness and beauty in this era. However, no matter how bad the bastard is in his heart, he will I hope someone can show up to help me when I'm on the verge of self-destruction.
And that day, I met a truly good man.
He treasures it so much that it's as rare as me accidentally encountering and dying a whale while racing in the desert.
I believe him.
When hypocrisy and chaos become the norm, sincerity and kindness are the most deadly skills, so I believe in him and am willing to entrust my life to him.
That’s it.”
"But you know this is an escape, right?"
The female bartender turned around, poured a glass of wine and put it in front of the bearded man with a bang. She lay on the bar and said to her guests:
"This is not a war for Team K. This is a war for each of you. Every member of the Stars Society must participate in it, whether you are willing or not.
You say you don’t want to be the accomplice of the bad guys and choose to stand by, but when justice and evil are fighting to the death, you choose to watch the show. This is not neutral.
It sounds easy to entrust everything to others, but in fact it is just digging a hole and burying your head in it, pretending that everything is fine, and pretending not to hear the bullets passing over your head.
You either do good things or do bad things.
Doing nothing is not an option.
You can't avoid it.
Now, drink this free drink for me, take your gun and go to the Star Castle to help the good people in your mind. ”
"Hey, you're not from the Stars Club, why are you so excited?"
The bearded man stared at the female bartender in front of him. The latter shrugged, took out a Mason poster from under the cabinet, slapped it in front of the bearded man, and said:
"I am a fan of Mr. Mason, okay? Who wouldn't like such a sunny and handsome hero? If you can come back alive, remember to ask for an autograph for me.
I'm going to hang him in the most obvious place on the bar. ”
"This is life-threatening!"
The bearded man drank the glass of wine in displeasure and said:
"Send me away with just one drink? The life I finally saved is too cheap, huh?"
A kiss from the female bartender fell on this guy's forehead. She wiped her mouth with a look of disgust, looked at the smiling bastard in front of her, waved her hands and said:
"Go ahead and come back to give you something better."
"Thanks, Moxie, I feel so empowered."
The bearded man laughed, picked up his shotgun and strode out, leaving only the female bartender still wiping the table. She looked at the few other people left in the bar, put her hands on her hips and said:
"What? Do you also need me to give each of you a kiss? Get back to work, you bastards, and take our future back!
I am still waiting to continue running my bar business in the new world, and I will give you VIP cards when the time comes. ”
——
"They are coming! There are so many people!"
In the folded space of the Star Castle, Deadpool, who was in charge of the front row, shouted with a broken gong voice and spread the bad news to every team deployed here.
On the wall of the Star Castle, which had been completely fortified, the swordsman who had been impatient for a long time slapped his devil helmet on his head.
She held her soul sword and shouted to the people around her:
“We all know it’s impossible to reason with these frightened bastards in this situation, so we choose to respond to their doubts with weapons.
Of course, this is not a life-and-death enemy, so be gentle!
If you can use non-lethal weapons, don't really open their heads. We have to stay here until the situation becomes clear. This won't be easy.
But we’ve all come this far
That little bitch Hunter is dead, we have all been sacrificed to this point, and we cannot allow another defeat to be the final result.
Prepare to meet the enemy! ”
She gave the order, and the entire Star Castle's defenses were erected. Barbara, who was driving a gray Fenrir armor forward, opened the cockpit and gave the swordsman a condescending thumbs up.
She said:
"This declaration of war is quite right."
"Of course!"
The swordsman made an angry sound with his hands on his hips and said:
"I prepared the manuscript in advance. This may be the last battle of my career. What if I don't perform well?"
"Then are you ready?"
Barbara asked, and Liana knew what she meant. She flicked her fingers, and a bottle of transparent potion jumped into the palm of her hand. There was also a contract 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 and don't really get me involved. Even for the Lord of Hell, death is a very serious matter.
But how to say it?
In my most optimistic thinking, I never imagined that things would progress to this point, so even if I really died, it would still be worth it. Alas, when things came to a close, I discovered that Ciri was the bravest among us. that.
Just die.
Not sloppy at all, really generous. ”
"They're coming!"
Another warning sounded, at the very front of the folding space.
Several of the fastest B-class teams had already rushed to the island in the endless ocean. In front of them, Er Tong and Damian blocked them on the left and right.
"Don't pass by!"
Ertong said coldly, without explaining any more.
The B-class members looked at me and I looked at you. They drew their weapons in silence. Ertun and Damian looked at each other, and the two Bat Family cubs shrugged.
With the cold sound of the blade being unsheathed, Mason's hand-made sword fell into his hand, and the newly engraved "harmony is the most precious" inscription on it shone brightly.
This thing can save the life of enemies under fatal attacks. It was specially developed by the inscription master for this battle.
The next second, two groups of people rushed in at the same time, and there was a sudden burst of blood. The final civil war of the Star Club begins here!
(End of chapter)