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Mr. Olivier's dinner party.

The guest invited was Morlun from the heir family, and according to what he said...

It was not that Mr. Olivier deliberately targeted Morlun.

On the contrary...

Molun broke into this world and everything that belonged to Mr. Olivier.

The interdimensional hunter entered a hunting ground that did not belong to him.

Then...

If you are a guest at the host's house, of course you have to follow his wishes.

"Ai. Apak."

Looking at the spider god who was served as the main course at the dinner that was destined to be unusual.

Morlun sat on the other side of the white tablecloth.

So.

In the giant web created by the weaver, even in the fate of the spider, it occupies a part of the myth.

The beheader from the ancient myth.

In the long years, the cruel god who used humans as sacrifices.

Became a lamb to be slaughtered.

Ai. Apak obviously maintained a clear will, but was completely powerless to struggle.

The power from Mr. Olivier.

The energy flow of those mixed dark magics trapped it firmly on the table.

This is a dish for the freshest ingredients.

It is...

A luxurious meal that can really reach the level of sashimi, but the Spider God has fallen to such a fate.

It can be said that...

Mr. Olivier's attitude towards Morun's arrival, or towards the Heir Family.

It can be regarded as a special favor.

However...

Just like Ai Apark on the table, Morun did not see the delicious surprise.

The feedback of the totem power is so strong.

But no matter how hungry and delicious the touch is, it can't stop the doubts in his heart.

The Lord of Hell!

Just by meeting Mr. Olivier, I have already thought of this part of the blank.

Then...

This person who can easily control the Spider God and easily know the arrival of the Heir Family.

Is the whole world for his territory... What kind of plan does he have? !

The more he is treated so well.

The more he can be so grand and fortunate to attend Mr. Olivier's dinner.

All this was beyond the Spider Hunt's expectations.

Morlun began to think uncontrollably, which was more terrifying than the strangeness of the three eyes.

After all...

The unknown spider totem that the Empty Nest World had experienced before.

Even in the face of the failure of the cosmic invasion, the constant counterattacks of the strange guys.

The brothers and sisters of the Heir Family were just dying and living.

Death...

It will never be a shackle that traps the Heir Family.

But...

If faced with a result more terrible than death, then things would be completely bad.

At this moment.

Even if Morlun was sitting at the table, waiting to enjoy the feast as a guest.

However.

What was the difference between him and Ai Apak on the table? !

"The field is the world."

"The good seeds are the sons of heaven, and the tares are the sons of the evil one."

Mr. Olivier, who was sitting in the host's seat, and Mr. Hunting stood behind him.

It can be seen...

At this banquet, Mr. Hunting was still not qualified to sit.

After all...

To put it nicely, Mr. Olivier is Mr. Hunt's boss.

In fact...

It should be the superior and the inferior, the lord to the servant, the real devil to the family he raises.

The inhuman world...

This is not the superhero and super villain that Morlun is best at dealing with in the past.

It's even more cruel!

It's the hottest superhero Iron Man in New York's hot headlines in this world.

A completely unimaginable world.

The candles were lit on the table, and Morlun could feel the sacred breath.

It's only heaven.

It's the blessed oil that only saints can use.

But...

Now it has become the light on the devil's table, isn't this the biggest mockery.

"The enemy who sowed the tares is the devil, and the time of harvest is the end of the world."

"And the messenger of the harvest is the angel."

The pale skull face praised the Gospel of Matthew in a skilled tone.

However...

The other part of the dinner that Mr. Hunt's left hand layup.

It's the angel!

The dish Morlun faced was the Spider God, and Mr. Olivier tasted the sacredness skillfully.

This scene was really too shocking.

Mr. Olivier was like a bat, with more angular wings spread out.

The next moment.

The white and pure angel wings completely fell into the mortal world.

Morlun didn't even know who this angel was. He must have a guardian name.

But it doesn't matter now.

Just like...

Ai Apak, the Spider God, is like a piece of bread and a glass of beer.

Don't care.

No one will remember how many pieces of bread they have eaten, right? !

Suck!

Morlun no longer suppressed his totem power.

The purple light from his eyes penetrated into the pupils of Ai Apak.

No fighting, no roaring.

This should be the easiest hunt for the Spider God that Morlun has ever had.

In the past hunts.

Morlun obviously prefers all kinds of Spider-Man, he is not Damons.

For this kind of spider god who is good at fighting and has strong fighting power.

I have no interest.

But...

Just like a spicy special dish, this mouthful of God's taste is really strong.

"Ah..."

Molun let out a long breath.

The cyclone of life force full of evil colors is echoing around him.

This scene.

Even Mr. Hunter couldn't help but be stunned.

Sure enough...

To be Mr. Olivier's guest, it's really not an ordinary character.

"Mr. Morun."

"This is why I like to invite you as a guest. I am surprised by your appreciation of food."

Mr. Olivier grabbed the poor blond.

Maybe he has a different position in heaven, with a reward from the Lord.

However...

Now everything is about to disappear.

Because...

Mr. Olivier sucked hard with his skull-like jaws...

Boom.

The fierce fire suddenly lit up the angel.

No!

This is not a big disaster.

Even the white tablecloth on the dining table is not burnt at all.

The angel who should have been holy and flawless turned into a skeleton at this moment.

That's right...

It's a sign of punishment.

Moron saw with his own eyes the spider that bit Peter Parker in this world.

The appearance of a skeleton!

The sacred power swept by the flames became Mr. Olivier's supplement.

"The taste of chicken."

"I always think it's like roast turkey, which is a must for Christmas and angels."

Such an evaluation...

This is the sacred power that Mr. Olivier likes to quote the most, how depraved!

That posture...

It's obviously a demon, but it enjoys the sacredness, the broken wings behind Mr. Olivier.

And how similar it is to the angel wings that have now turned into skeletons!

"Mr. Olivier."

"No matter why you invited me here, I want to know more."

Moron felt perfect.

Compared with the snacks tasted before, it is the warrior totem of Wakanda.

The amount of the spider god is enough.

Now.

The totem power is so full, just for such a rich meal.

Let's hear what Mr. Olivier is going to do? !

Since there is no way to resist.

Then...

It's up to you.

"You are anxious again."

"What did you think of when you saw me again, Mr. Moron?!"

Mr. Olivier threw away the residue nonchalantly.

Finally, we started to talk about business.

"Lord of Hell!"

Moron told the truth without hiding it.

"The Heir Family has always controlled the weaving world, and we have all the fate of spiders."

"But..."

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"There is a gap in fate, and it even interferes with our memory."

"But the moment I saw you... it was filled."

Yes.

What Moron said is the truth, at least part of it.

"Yes, yes."

Mr. Olivier showed an exaggerated expression, which made his skull face even paler.

"Lord of Hell!"

"Mr. Moron, you have been hunting in the multiverse for too long."

"I have a few names. Do you remember them?!"

Mr. Olivier was not in a hurry to tell the truth.

On the contrary...

He once again threw a few questions to Moron.

For example...

"Asmodeus."

"The great demon in Hell who is good at fighting, his legend..."

Mr. Olivier did not need to finish.

Some vague pictures appeared again about the blank part of Moron's memory.

But...

It was not clear.

"Ah..."

"What is the existence of Satanish? Legend has it that it is a ghost of time in history."

Mr. Olivier seemed to be trapped in the memories of the past.

He said something ambiguous while tasting the sacred wine.

Here it comes...

For Moron, the impact of memory becomes greater, and the concept of the Lord of Hell is increasing...

Or.

The cognition of Hell that should have been forgotten is being retrieved from fate.

"Maybe I should mention the guy I hate the most."

"Satan..."

"Marduk Kurios, no one in hell will always claim to be Satan the Devil."

"Such a stupid guy, Mr. Moron will never forget it."

As Mr. Olivier spoke, Moron's satisfaction from tasting the Spider God just now gradually disappeared.

He was sweating...

The deep magic contained in these words was impacting his tangled memory.

Three-headed dragon.

That Satan the Devil, who should have been circulated in the real dimension and hell.

Seems to want to get out of trouble.

But...

All of this is so vague, and the details are completely unclear.

"You forgot."

"The Hunter family that shuttles through the multiverse is in charge of such an important spider's fate."

"It can make you all forget everything about hell."

"Ah hahaha, you bastards are in hell, but you have done a very big thing."

Mr. Olivier smiled with a smile that could be described as crazy, matching his pale skull face.

Even Morlun was frightened.

"Lucifer..."

"The miserable fellow who fell from heaven, the judge of eternal sin."

"So you won't remember it either."

That's right!

Even Lucifer, who is linked to heaven, has such a direct name that it becomes vague.

Mo Lun himself felt incredible.

And the anger in Mr. Olivier's wild laughter was an extremely strong smell of hatred.

It’s absolutely impossible to cover it up…

"They turned their backs on me."

"No matter what universe they were in, what kind of ritual they performed, they accomplished all of this."

"I don't allow it."

"My revenge, my war, my punishment will never be allowed."

boom……

Just in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, the scenery of Manhattan outside is reflected.

It was like the sky clouds changing color.

The area in Molun's vision became dark red and silent, and only the terrifying thunder struck down like fire.

"you……"

Mo Lun may not be able to maintain the dignity of his noble guests.

That's...

He had a hunch that he was involved in some big problem involving the multiverse.

"I'm Olivier."

This announcement is so sacred and solemn.

That's right...

Just like this, a devil, an absolutely terrifying skeleton devil, actually manifested himself better than an angel.

Just like on this dining table, the poor angel with the mission of guardianship is even more sacred.

How could it be...

"I was once an archangel, and even more so, the king of angels."

"The kind and loving Lord was once the greatest blessing, and Lucifer once fought alongside me."

"I am the supreme power of the only war in heaven!"

No lies.

The sacred halo that had been covered by the dark red color almost overwhelmingly broke through all the dark forces.

In the perception of Morlun's totem power, what happened was too intense.

"Lucifer has fallen."

"And I and more other angels actually went to hell together."

"Ahahaha... Heaven has abandoned me, but the same is true for hell."

More pictures appeared in Molun's blank memory.

yes……

Everything that belonged to Olivier.

In the lost kingdom, the scorched earth of eternal damnation, Olivier has his own kingdom.

Having his own little slice of hell.

once……

In heaven, he is the only greatest master of war, and now in hell, he must continue to expand its boundaries.

in this way……

"Not even hell can tolerate me."

"Asmodeus is just a reckless man, Satanish is as stupid as a pig."

"What is Lucifer..."

"Marduk Kurios has never been looked down upon by me, even... Mephisto!"

Snap!

Like a terrible thunder in the plains.

The scarlet devil's shadow appeared in Morlun's mind, just like what happened in the empty nest world.

A certain taboo.

A name that is never allowed to be mentioned, an existence that is absolutely untouchable.

Suddenly it popped into my mind.

blank……

The most important piece that shouldn't be filled the most was shoehorned in without any rhetoric.

Buzz…

Mo Lun felt like the world was spinning, and everything around him was in a daze due to the violent impact.

"Ah hahaha."

"Holy, holy, who knows this word better than me?!"

"Their pathetic desire to escape hell, while my ambition is to master it all."

Mr. Olivier tells it all.

That's right...

This is the biggest difference between him and other lords.

What he desires is to master all the vast hells. What he wants is the true lord of hell.

instead of...

Desperately trying to escape.

to this end……

Mr. Olivier suffered a second exile, after being expelled from heaven.

He was again exiled from hell.

that is……

The pitiful appearance that appears in this world now, and his hatred for the lords of hell!

originally……

This kind of exile is destined to be permanent, but something happened in hell.

Mr. Olivier is making a comeback!

"revenge!"

"punish!"

"War!" (End of Chapter)