Despair, that is an expression that makes Mephisto feel happy.

He likes to see such desperate eyes very much, because from this look, he can feel his strength, his power, and an unparalleled sense of accomplishment from his heart. It can be said that this has almost developed into his hobby. In the past few thousand years in the human world, he has played with people to the extreme countless times in order to see such a look.

However, I don’t know why, but now when I see this look in Victor’s eyes, his special feeling is not as strong as usual.

It was as if there was something indescribable in it. It was as if everything was false. He could not feel that kind of pleasure at all, and all he could feel was doubt.

I can't figure out why this is the case, and I can't figure out why Victor's eyes were obviously desperate at this time, but he couldn't give him that feeling at all.

He didn't have time to think about it in depth, because at this time, a cold feeling had already come from his heart.

It was the feeling of the heart being pierced. A sharp blade was fucked by the person behind him and pierced into his body in the fastest way. This scene not only made Mephisto stunned, but even the person who stabbed the sword was stunned.

Wisk had no idea what he was doing. The only impression left in his mind was that he was still arguing with Victor, but before he could argue with a result, the scene and reality in his mind were completely broken. He didn't know what was going on, but what he knew was that when he opened his eyes, he saw a sharp blade inserted into Mephisto's chest. This shocked him. After a moment of stunnedness, he quickly let go of his hand and tried his best to defend himself.

"Why is this happening? I don't know what happened, sir. I don't know why I did this, it's not what I want to do. I, I was being used, it's him."

As soon as he said this, Wisk was swept away by Mephisto.

Although I knew very well that the facts might be as he said, Mephisto was not as good as he could forgive him. No matter what, it was an indisputable fact that Wisk assassinated him. This constituted betrayal, and if a betrayer did not punish him and gave him any understanding, it would be a loss of his reputation as the Lord of Hell.

So, even though Wisk had already started begging hard, Mephisto still released rolling black smoke from his body, and swallowed him directly like a huge python.

It was an evil thing composed of countless evil spirits, a terrifying force that could swallow up all life. Mephisto knew how difficult the T-virus on Wisk was. Maybe it was just a small piece of tissue that could bring such a guy back to life. So he simply left nothing for him, including every bone and every drop of blood.

His move simply solved Wisk, and from the beginning of screaming to the complete loss of movement, it only took a few seconds. And as Wisk was completely resolved, the rolling black smoke returned to Mephisto. The black smoke lingered around him, swallowing all the light around him, making his figure look extremely gloomy and terrible, like a devil who chose to eat.

At this time, Mephisto did have the intention of eating someone raw. He was not an idiot. He had already understood from Wisk's previous explanation that all this was Victor's idea. So now, he has turned his attention to Victor who was tortured by him just now.

"A bitter meat trick? Use yourself as the bait to make me lose my guard against the surroundings. You have used this trick well. Whether it is calculating me or being cruel to myself, it is so amazing. But have you never thought about changing a more reliable way? At least, it must be more reliable than this method!"

His eyes glanced at the sharp blade that penetrated his body. It had clearly pierced his heart directly, but no blood flowed out, which itself could explain many problems. Faced with such a problem, Victor could only bear everything silently.

This was originally a gamble, a gamble that gave up his life. Whether it could be successful depends entirely on whether the god-killing weapon provided by Smith Zhou could work. Now it seems that this seems to be an unlikely thing. This means that one's life may have come to an end.

If he is unwilling to accept it, that is certain. After all, he has suffered a lot for this plan. And no matter what, he still has lofty ambitions but has not been realized. So he must be unwilling to accept it.

But what if he is unwilling to give up? In this huge bet, he can only choose one of the two. Although he chose the position of the winner, this does not mean that the loser, Mephisto, cannot do anything to him. For example, now, in such a situation where he is determined to kill himself, he has no room for resistance. Of course, begging for mercy may have some vitality? But if he has achieved this level, is it necessary to beg for mercy again?

The answer is of course no. So he could only silently close his mouth and use this method to make himself die more dignified.

But now, Mephisto didn't want to kill him immediately because he still didn't understand some things. For example, why Victor did this. This was a question that made him very curious, and even said that this curiosity made him start to have a thought of not vomiting.

"I always think you are a smart person, Victor. I have never trusted you, but I believe in your judgment. You should know what kind of ending you will end up betraying me. So, you would not choose to do this without a sufficient ability to support the price of betraying me. I thought you could judge clearly what this ability can support betrayal. But now it seems that there must be a problem with your vision!"

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly became louder. His figure began to rise infinitely. This made him look more and more terrifying and more real.

"Tell me, what exactly made you make such a stupid decision? What made you dare to do this to your master, the great Lord of Hell, Mephisto, the oldest devil! Do you have to let me pick out your brain before you can tell me the answer in another way?"

At this moment, Mephisto's image was completely gone. He became hideous, terrifying, huge and full of oppressive power. This was completely in line with his identity, the ancient devil king. Facing him, who had completely revealed his true body, the corners of Victor's mouth immediately began to tremble slightly.

At this time, he really had a plan to surrender, after all, he had done this all the time. However, I don’t know if it was because of intuition or something. After trembling slightly, he calmed down and closed his eyes directly.

This reaction surprised Mephisto, and then he couldn't help but feel angry. Victor resisted him in this way of indifference, and really hit him in the pain. He did not allow a bug-like existence to have such an attitude towards him, so immediately, he was so angry that he wanted to kill Victor.

He raised his hand and made the rolling black smoke surge again behind him. And just as he was about to wave his palm, an indescribable sting suddenly came out of his heart.

This feeling of pain not only acted on the body, but also on the soul. The pain that seemed to be burning with fire made his whole body stiffen. At this time, he could only barely lower his head and turn his eyes to the source of his pain. When he saw this, he immediately discovered a fact that he couldn't believe.

The sharp blade that he had overlooked before was now showing extraordinary power on his body. The bronze-stained sword body was stimulated by what kind of stimulation it was, and it cracked from it. Countless copper rust was peeled off, directly showing the dazzling golden divine light inside the sword body.

And on the sword that emitted golden light and was transparent like glass, red words began to twist like living things.

They drilled deep into Mephisto's flesh and blood. The magical power stopped Mephisto's actions, making it completely impossible for him to move his previous finger. And as these words penetrated into his body one by one, Mephisto immediately felt that his whole body seemed to be stripped away.

His power, his soul and his body, everything seemed to be cut away by an invisible blade, making it impossible for him to touch each other at all. This immediately gave him a bad feeling. He wanted to escape, he wanted to question, but like just now, he could not do anything.

The only thing he could feel was that his life and spirit were being wiped out and wiped out little by little. At the same time, the hell he controlled completely transcended his control and emerged on this world.

Countless undeads appeared on this land that had fallen out of his control. Not only those Japanese undeads who had been taken into his hell, but also those who had collected evil ghosts and evil demons that he had been operating in the human world for countless years.

These things have been exposed nakedly to this world at this moment, and this is exactly what some people want to see.
Chapter completed!