Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

"Come on, Blackheart, tell me what Mephisto said to you?"

Cytorak looked at Black Heart with a smile on his lips.

"Your Majesty, the great Cytorak, what are you talking about? What do you want to express?"

"I can't understand a word..."

"Mephisto, what should he say to me?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Cytorac, you know...the relationship between me and Mephisto has always been very stiff, and Mephisto and I have always been at odds with each other."

Black Heart looked pale, blinked slightly, and answered Cytorak's question very quickly.

"Stiff? Don't deal with it?" Cytorak raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and said: "Black Heart, is your relationship with Mephisto really stiff?"

"Do you think that with your qualifications as a second-generation demon, you can take control of the Flame Hell without Mephisto's permission?"

"How could you use Soul Flame without Mephisto's action?"

"Black Heart, you are really not good at lying, because your lies are full of loopholes, and your lies are really ridiculous."

"Black Heart, I'll give you another chance, and I'll give you one last chance... Tell me everything you know, tell me everything you know from Mephisto."

"Of course, Black Heart, if you insist not to tell, I won't force you, but you also have to think about the premise, whether you can bear the consequences of not telling."

Cytorak's expression became more and more serious, and his tone of voice became colder and colder. His eyes were very cold, and he looked at Black Heart like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Black Heart's close encounter with Cytorak.

At this moment, he could more clearly feel the terrifying aura on Cytorak, that unparalleled aura as powerful as the abyss.

Under this powerful momentum, Black Heart felt like an ant, an ant that could be crushed to death by Cytorac's fingers at any time.

now.

In his heart, Black Heart believed even more what Mephisto had said to him.

Never provoke Cytorak, the lord of the Crimson Hell. Cytorak is indescribably powerful. He has reached the pinnacle that the dimensional demons can reach.

As long as Cytorac wants to, he can unify all hells at any time and become the legendary King of Hell, Satan.

Cytorak is the only one who knows how to kill the Latitude Demon!

"Hoo, ho, ho..." Hei Xin let out a very rapid breathing sound, and his heart was beating crazily in his chest like a dying rabbit.

Black Heart buried his head on the ground again.

At this moment, in order to survive, he could endure all humiliation and all abuse.

The black heart is clear.

No matter what, he must not reveal Cytorak's secret.

At this moment, if Cytorak's secret is revealed, then there is only one ending waiting for him, which is death.

If he doesn't tell it, it means he doesn't know Cytorak's secret, and then he still has a chance to survive.

Black Heart felt a little regretful.

Having mastered the authority of two hells, he was blinded by this huge power and even forgot to use his brain.

What just happened, if he had even the slightest bit of brain and the ability to think about it for a moment, he would never have been able to do it.

This is simply looking for trouble for oneself, asking for trouble, which is extremely stupid.

If he had had a stable mentality from the beginning, not been affected by Satanish's humiliating words, not actively exposed his strength, and quietly participated in this demon conference, he would never have ended up in this dilemma.

If he had maintained his arrogance and lawlessness since he crushed Satanish and Olivia, and had not relented to Cytola, he would not have ended up in this embarrassing situation.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

Black Heart doesn't have the Time Stone in his hand, so he can't go back in time to before the beginning.

He could only swallow the broken teeth into his stomach.

He could only endure it all silently and bear the disaster he had brought upon himself.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Cytorak, I really don't know what question you want to ask."

"Mephisto did say a lot to me, but that was all a long time ago, and my memory is very blurry now..."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Cytorak, I really don't know what you want to know about?"

"Can you give me a little reminder? I'm recalling my memories carefully..."

Black Heart's demeanor was very humble, his tone was very sincere, and his eyes revealed confusion.

It seemed that he really knew nothing and couldn't remember anything.

Upon hearing this, Cytorak stretched out his fingers and gently tapped the armrest of the Crimson Throne, and said with a smile: "Black Heart, do you not want to say it or do you really not know..."

"I have said that I hate it when people use lies to excuse me and deceive me...especially stupid lies that are full of loopholes as long as you think about it for a moment."

"That kind of stupid lie will make me feel insulted. I hate that feeling of being insulted..."

"Black Heart, it's really hard for me to believe what you said... At this moment, what you said is exactly the same as those stupid lies. I feel insulted."

Cytorak slowly placed his feet in front of Hei Xin's chin, and lifted Hei Xin's head up little by little.

Cytorak looked at Hei Xin's pale face and his dark eyes, with a smile on his lips.

Crimson power slowly surged out in front of him, transforming into a murderous crimson sword.

Cytorak's fingers moved slightly, and the crimson sword lightly scratched the top of Black Heart's head.

"Click"...

The pair of huge goat horns on top of Black Heart's head, symbolizing the devil's power, were cut off by the crimson sword and fell to the ground.

Cytorak's hand gently caressed Hei Xin's face. He spoke in a low voice and at a slow and steady pace: "Hei Xin, please don't challenge my patience. This is the last chance I give you. The same is true for you."

It is also my final forgiveness.”

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Black Heart stared at the pair of huge goat horns on the ground, his eyes widened suddenly, his pupils were full of fear, and his body couldn't help but tremble violently.

So fast!

So strong!

The attack just now had no warning at all!

What Cytorak had just cut off was not only Black Heart's horn, but also Black Heart's latitude.

As the monarch of Black Heart Hell, Black Heart just felt an extremely huge slash coming on Black Heart Hell.

After that slash split the land of Black Heart Hell into two halves, it continued downwards and headed straight for the mother core of Black Heart Hell.

The mother core is not only the center of a latitude, but also the authority set of a latitude.

Fortunately.

Cytorak's slash dissipated just as it was about to hit the mother core.

Looking at this scene from Black Heart Hell, Black Heart's face suddenly became paler and his heart beat faster.

He understood that this was Cytorak's warning to him.

At this moment, Hei Xin's heart was struggling and hesitant.

He doesn't know what kind of judgment he should make?

Should I continue to tell lies?

Was Cytorac's slash just now meant to scare him, to deceive him, or was he really intent on murdering him?

Is that the power that Cytorak has to kill the Latitude Demons?

"What's wrong? Black Heart, why don't you speak?"

"Did you remember something?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Cytorak's mouth, he lightly snapped his fingers, and the crimson sword slowly fell on Black Heart's neck.

Feeling the coldness coming from his neck, Black Heart suddenly calmed down, and all his previously divergent thoughts were restrained in an instant.

After lightly glancing at the Crimson Sword from the corner of his eye, Black Heart took a deep breath and said in an unhurried tone: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Cytorac, put this sword on my neck.

I am a little scared."

"When I'm scared, I get nervous. When I'm nervous, I can't think of anything. When I'm nervous, I can't say anything."

After hearing this, Cytorac waved his hand, and the crimson sword disappeared.

"Hahaha……"

Cytorak looked at Hei Xin, chuckled, blinked, and said: "Hei Xin, this is the real you. Your character is inherently arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant..."

"Black Heart, the devil's nature will never change, just like Satanish from the Deep Blue Hell. His nature is to like to ridicule and humiliate others... He is still like that until now."

"Also, Surte of Eternal Hell, his nature is a warlike flame, with a simple mind and well-developed limbs, he will always be a reckless man... Even if he has been deceived by Odin, Surte

He still doesn’t have a long memory at all, and now he has been kept in the dark by your father Mephisto."

"Black heart, you were so submissive just now, kowtowing to me crazily and begging me for mercy. You are so fake. You will never be able to do such a thing."

"Alas..." Cytorak sighed softly and continued: "We could have talked well before, so why do you have to do it like this? You don't feel comfortable with it, and I don't feel comfortable with it.

It’s an embarrassing situation where everyone is unhappy…”

"Ahem... But fortunately you are not so stupid and don't insist on lying... Otherwise, we will face a really embarrassing situation."

Black Heart slowly stood up and rubbed his weak legs. He was kneeling in front of Cytorac just now. He was suppressed by the powerful and terrifying aura and could not use any strength. He seemed to have turned into an ordinary mortal.

.

That feeling was really uncomfortable, really bad, and really disgusting to him.

Black Heart looked at Cytorak and said slowly: "Settorak, that guy Mephisto did tell me a lot of things, a lot of major events in hell, a lot of secrets about hell."

"I didn't lie to you just now. I really don't know what secret you want to know?"

"Because that guy Mephisto really knows too much."

Black Heart stretched out his finger and tapped his head.

"Haha... just tell me, why are you so afraid of my secret?"

"I want to know why you are so afraid of me? Well, I also want to know why Mephisto cares about me so much?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...what exactly did he find on me?"

A glint flashed in Cytorak's eyes and he asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Black Heart was silent for a moment and replied: "Mephisto said that your goal is not to become Satan in hell, but to become a great being on par with the four creation gods."

"In the latitude of hell, you can provoke all the dimensional demons, but you cannot provoke Cytorak of the Crimson Hell."

"Cytorak's strength has reached the pinnacle of the Demon God of Latitude. He has gone as far as the demons can go. His power is indescribable and immeasurable."

"Once Cytorak is angered, he will face extremely terrible consequences."

"Oh? What are the extremely terrible consequences?"

Cyttorak raised his eyebrows.

"I can't remember clearly. Mephisto drank a lot of wine at that time. When he spoke, he was illogical, vague and incoherent..."

"Well, he seemed to have said something about sealing it...and then he kept telling me not to provoke you."

Black Heart frowned, looking like he was thinking hard.

Seeing this, Cytorak shook his head and said: "Black Heart, I am very satisfied with the first half of this answer, but the most critical part stopped abruptly."

"This makes me feel very uncomfortable. I think you should think about it carefully..."

"If you can't remember it, then I can only help you think about it... In fact, I am also very good at the power of the soul, and I may not have studied it as thoroughly as Mephisto."

"But it's just right for you, Black Heart. You don't want me to pull out your soul!"

Hearing this, Black Heart revealed a bitter smile, and in a low voice asked slowly: "Setolak, if I tell your secret, what will you do to me?"

"Will that terrible consequence befall me?"

"Anyway, I've provoked you now... What's the point of saying it or not?"

"Black heart, of course this makes sense..." Cytorak raised his eyebrows and said, "I, Cytorak, have always been kind, kind, generous, and kept my promises..."

"I can promise you that as long as you tell me everything you know, I will forget everything and we will still be a family."

"Hahaha..." A crazy smile appeared on Black Heart's face. He looked at Cytorak with contempt and said, "Settorak, do you think I am the brainless Surte?"

"The nature of demons is selfish, the nature of demons is evil, there is no emotion between demons, and demons never keep their promises!"

"Settorak, as the Lord of the Crimson Hell and the most powerful being among demons, how can you have the nerve to say such things?"

"This is really ridiculous!"

"I absolutely do not believe that the devil will keep his promise. There is no devil in this world who can keep his promise."

Black Heart paused, gritted his teeth, and said: "Cytorak, unless you swear to the infinite god, I will not tell you what Mephisto said?"