American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Mephisto's landing location was quite interesting; it was entirely surrounded by a graveyard. Various tombstones were scattered haphazardly across the ground, some crooked, some slanted, some whole, and some broken.

Coupled with the obviously disturbed graves and the purple mist permeating the air, it created an inexplicable sense of dread.

It was as if the corpses in the graves might jump out at any moment.

Mephisto was an expert at creating this kind of minor, fear-inducing atmosphere and naturally didn't think much of it.

He had just started to walk north through the graveyard, heading directly towards the castle at the center of the island.

Unexpectedly, before he could take two steps, a muffled roar suddenly erupted from the chaotic graveyard before him. Then, the ground shifted, and with a series of rustling sounds, bandaged arms reached out from the graves.

A forest of pale arms. In such a terrifying environment, an ordinary person would definitely scream and run away.

However, this little trick was completely ineffective against Mephisto.

He watched coldly as the zombies slowly crawled out, striking bizarre poses and taking strange steps, gradually surrounding him.

"Hehehe... hehehe!"

The zombies emitted eerie laughter as they lunged forward, grabbing at random spots and trying to bite.

Mephisto said coldly, "Strange wandering souls, how dare you attack your own sovereign? Are you not afraid of your souls being eternally condemned to Hell, suffering the torment of Hellfire?"

A surge of energy erupted from his body, blasting the zombies away.

However, the moment they landed, they eerily chuckled again and charged back.

Completely ignoring whatever the old man was saying.

A flash of anger crossed Mephisto's eyes, and a ball of flame suddenly appeared in his hand.

He intended to hurl the flame out to incinerate some of the zombies, but to his surprise, the moment the firelight appeared, the zombies seemed to have encountered their natural enemy and retreated in panic.

Some even shouted, "You bastard! How can you play with fire in the wilderness? What if you start a fire?"

"That's right, that's right! You're not following the rules!"

Mephisto was slightly surprised.

"You can actually talk? Strange, why is there no trace of a soul within your bodies?"

However, several unlucky ones were struck by the flames. The fire landed as if it had fallen into a gasoline tank, instantly erupting in a massive blaze.

The flames suddenly increased tenfold, and the unfortunate zombies instantly became human torches, illuminating the surroundings.

The zombies fled in terror, abandoning even their graves, and scurried into the nearby sinister forest, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Even as they fled, some zombies cursed in dissatisfaction.

"You old geezer, you don't fight fair! We're not playing with you anymore. Let the Lady deal with you personally!"

Before the words were finished, only Mephisto and a few piles of white ash remained in the entire graveyard.

A few dark shadows wandered across the ground for a while before dissipating on their own.

Mephisto looked at the shadows, lost in thought.

"As expected, there are no souls! Are shadows controlling the corpses? Strange magic!"

With this discovery, Mephisto's mood instantly improved.

He was a Hell Lord, and what he needed were human souls.

Although human flesh sacrifices would also provide him with some feedback, it was merely a casual reward when he was in a good mood.

Hell's craving for souls always came first.

As long as it wasn't a competitor, Mephisto was quite tolerant.

"So that's how it is! That's what's going on?"

Mephisto played with his palm, constantly surveying the entire Terror Schooner through his Hell Sight, the look of interest in his eyes growing stronger.

He had only heard of the magical power of manipulating shadows in legends.

The master here was very much to his liking; perhaps he could pay a visit.

Before he could act, a transparent ghost slowly emerged from the ground beside his feet.

It was pale white, with a round head and body, and only simple facial features. It looked like a character from a cartoon.

Even Mephisto was stunned when he saw this thing.

"What is this thing?"

Although he had a long lifespan and was closely connected to the human world, how close could he be? A dignified Hell Lord couldn't possibly condescend to watch cartoons that human children liked.

Moreover, in his eyes, such things as ghosts simply didn't exist.

As for true souls, they certainly didn't look like this either.

While he was dazed, the Negative Spirit discovered its target at the first moment.

It flew to Mephisto's side without hesitation and passed directly through his body.

Mephisto shuddered and immediately struck a standard 'disappointed slump' pose, crying and wailing in tears, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die! I shouldn't have attempted to control the human world, I shouldn't have been tricked into coming to the human world by the Witch Heart Demon, I shouldn't have used Hellfire to create the Ghost Rider!

Although my life is long, I have accomplished nothing. Although my ideals are grand, there are too many shackles.

As a Hell Lord, I am simply too unsuccessful. I wish I could commit suicide and be reincarnated as a cockroach in my next life, to live a quiet life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shuddered and immediately jumped up.

He waved his hands repeatedly, and waves of energy soared into the sky, stirring up dust.

He raised his hand and shot a flame at the Negative Spirit.

However, the flame passed right through, having no effect at all.

Mephisto flickered and reappeared a hundred meters away.

He stared intently at the Negative Spirit and asked, "What kind of creature is this? Why can it affect me?"

Although Mephisto had a long lifespan, he had always been mixing in the Marvel Universe, and the enemies he faced were either magic or magic. He simply had no normal life.

He had fought for many years, with victories and defeats, and had even fled in disarray.

But to be inexplicably made to doubt his life by a strange creature in a single encounter, even his thoughts were changed, which was simply impossible.

"What exactly is this?"

Seeing that the other party had quickly recovered, the Negative Spirit immediately charged towards Mephisto again.

Mephisto flickered and disappeared directly.

The enemy's situation was unclear, so he temporarily retreated.

Mephisto was very decisive in this regard. The older one is, the more cautious one becomes. The principle of 'better safe than sorry'.

How could a Hell Lord not understand this?

At this time, in the sinister forest not far away, a little girl with smoky makeup and a Gothic Lolita dress floated out, surrounded by several transparent Negative Souls.

She curiously observed for a moment and shook her head in disappointment.

"What a pity, he actually ran away! That old man was so interesting, I really wanted to catch him and turn him into a new doll!"