The Death Knell

"Oh, Mage Supreme, this way!"

The broken spaceship with its jump engine emitting black smoke had just stopped outside the garden door. When Deathstroke was still dusting himself off after walking out of the warehouse, he heard someone greeting him warmly.

When he looked up, he saw a skinny red-skinned ghost not far away, so he also smiled and flew over to shake hands:

"Hello, Mephisto, are you here to seek revenge from death today?"

There were still a lot of souls queuing up outside the garden, and the queue was almost motionless, with translucent human figures floating unconsciously around the two of them.

"Yes, you also know that our hell lords are having a hard time." The devil opened his mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth like files. His smile showed no emotion at all, it was all about technique: " However, I just walked around the garden and found that the goddess of death is not at home. Do you know where she went?"

"What?" Thanos suddenly appeared behind Mephisto like a ghost, and his huge purple palm fell on the devil's shoulder: "You said she's not here? Shouldn't you come here more often? Why didn't you see her?"

If it were anyone else, he might have been suppressed by Thanos.

But who is Lao Mo? He is the oldest hell lord, and he is an immortal existence outside hell.

He is also very familiar with Thanos. After all, every time he comes to seek compensation from Death, he will always encounter Thanos. This purple-skinned alien brought a bouquet of flowers today and a box of candy tomorrow. Everyone is surrounding Death. Turn, no one is more capable than anyone else.

Others are afraid of Thanos, but he is not.

"I just said, she's not at home, you're asking me? Didn't you see that I'm still asking the Supreme Mage?"

Mephisto's whole body burst into flames and he flicked away Thanos' big hand. He sneered a few times:

"You always say how much you love the goddess of death and how close you are to her, but look, you don't even know her whereabouts. Oh, is there a possibility that the goddess doesn't care about you at all?"

"Do you want to die?" Thanos had already put on his usual blue clothes and helmet when he got off the spaceship, and now he even took out the Infinity Gauntlet.

"Haha, I will stand here and let you fight. If you can kill a hell lord outside hell, I will lose." Mephisto said this, but moved closer to where the death knell was, as if he planned to Use the Mage Supreme as a shield.

"Okay, you two brothers, stop arguing. It's pointless." Su Ming waved his hands, indicating that this was a useless dispute: "But it's not me talking about you, Old Mo. Death is not at home, but you are at the garden gate. Waiting for us seems a bit suspicious."

After saying that, he looked at the red-skinned devil carefully with his one eye, especially staring at the opponent's head with a hedgehog hairstyle, as if he was calculating how much information he could get by strangulating and drilling in.

"Oh, you have wronged me, Supreme Mage. I just walked out after searching around. If you don't believe me, ask Hela to ask these souls in line, when did I go in and when did I come out."

Mephisto spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, and stamped his feet with long toenails a few times, but then he smiled and greeted the black-haired woman:

"Nice to meet you, Hela of the underworld. You missed the time for the last meeting. Did you run into any trouble?"

"That's right." Hela raised her hand and responded lukewarmly: "I was stuck at the Demon King Osroais, and I was not in the mood to attend the meeting with the Hell Lords. What's wrong? You are still here? Are you considering helping Nastirh seize power and drive the mysterious guest out of Limbo?"

That's right, Hela was playing "Dark Souls 3" at the time. Who was going to have that fucking meeting?

Lord of Hell, who has the final say and who has the bigger fist? What’s the use of a meeting? It’s just a political game played by bored demon kings to deceive fools.

If Mephisto dared to mention this, he would treat her as a fool, so she would immediately backhand him and blame her.

Lao Mo was confused. He stood beside Deathstroke naturally, holding his chin with his fingers and thinking: "Demon King Osroais? I have never heard of such a person? Is he an ancient animal god?"

However, it was too late to change the subject and act stupid at this time. An arm in black and yellow armor hooked his neck, and a golden lightsaber touched his back.

Deathstroke's mask had been put on his face at some point, and the mask with the red one-eye stretched out from the devil's face at close range:

"Oh? Conspired with Nastir? What are you going to do to my lovely apprentice? Old Mo, I thought we were friends, but in your heart you must look down on the Supreme Mage? Okay, I will send the God Eater right now If you want to go and have fun in your hell, it just so happens that he wasn’t full yet last time.”

Nastir is Belasco's apprentice, who was the demon king who transplanted a blood stone to Mysterio to replace her heart and tortured her.

Limbo was also snatched from him by Su Ming's gang, and that person was already dead.

When it comes to dealing with demons, the eternally hungry God Eater is the best choice. This super biological weapon created by Oshutu and Gaia was originally born to deal with Set, the ancestor of demons.

Now that Sithorn and Seth are dead, the biggest prey is gone, but other hell lords, who have anything to do with demons, can be included in his recipe.

He will not stop eating because the food is too weak, nor will he give up because the prey is too strong. The God Eater has been able to hunt Sithorne for tens of millions of years, and he can now chase Mephisto until the annihilation of the universe.

Emperor Weishan handed over the God Eater to the Deathstroke Command, which was equivalent to adding a layer of internal insurance to him. Perhaps Ao Shutu had already anticipated that in the many hell dimensions now, uncertain factors actually still exist.

"Don't, don't be excited, Supreme Mage, look at you, why are you still so impulsive?"

As soon as Mephisto heard the name of God Eater, he thought of the monster with a big mouth on his tongue, and the cold sweat on his head instantly flowed down. He quickly smiled and touched Deathstroke's chest, as if to help him calm down. Same explanation:

"The purpose of our meeting with Nastir is to help Mysterio get information about her enemies. Of course you and I are friends. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will send Nastir's head to you. I'll give it to you early. Just figured out how to kill him! Hehe!"

Su Ming was silent for a while, then took off his mask, smiled and patted the devil on the shoulder:

"Haha, I was just joking. Of course I believe you, Lao Mo, we are old friends. How could you help a fool with no foundation if you are so smart? He doesn't even have his own hell dimension, and he takes What can we do to fight against Weishan Emperor who now unifies the inner dimensions? You think so?"

"Haha, that's right, this joke is so funny, haha!" Mephisto laughed and bent down, and the accounting parchment in his hand also rattled: "Let's get down to business and look for it together. Lady Death, I'll lead the way, I'm familiar with the withered hedge maze."

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