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Chapter 83 Mephisto's Fall (Please Subscribe)

Mephisto definitely realized that he had miscalculated, and seriously so.

Because he found that even when he got serious and gave it his all, he still couldn't beat Matthew.

He couldn't possibly crush Matthew.

The result was that, just like in the first battle, Matthew gradually adapted to the pressure he exerted, and then began to exert pressure on him in return.

Mephisto is indeed strong, but the problem is that the amount of power in his energy projection is limited.

He's a fixed being, unless he goes completely insane and directly descends to Earth to kill Matthew.

But that is impossible.

If he dares to do that, that old woman in Kamar-Taj will go completely insane, and he might even have to die on Earth, since Earth can't compare to Hell.

As long as he remains hidden in Hell, even the Ancient One, who possesses authority, cannot kill him.

However, when his true form descended to Earth, his strength was significantly weakened. Coupled with the magical barriers encompassed by Earth's three mage sanctuaries, the outcome was quite wonderful, something Mephisto dared not imagine.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!

Mephisto was filled with impotent rage; he couldn't remember how many years ago he had felt this powerlessness.

A mere human being, yet the mighty Lord of Hell could not subdue him.

Unfortunately, no matter how furious he became, Mephisto was destined to face an end.

boom!!

A punch, imbued with the fighting spirit that had reached its peak and brimming with the aura of a king, slammed heavily into Mephisto's cheek.

The immense force tore Mephisto's cheek skin apart, revealing his dark red skin.

Mephisto was sent flying like a cannonball. Matthew's fighting style was to beat someone when they were down. He quickly transformed into a golden beam of light and tore through the night sky in pursuit.

It drew a long golden streak across the sky, caught up with Mephisto, and its right hand, like an iron clamp, clamped down on Mephisto's mouth.

Mephisto grinned, bewildered.

A scene reminiscent of Garp's iconic underwater fall.

Chirp chirp chirp!

The black and red arc of electricity in his hand exploded, and then he slammed it forcefully toward the ground.

The circular shockwave exploded.

Mephisto hurtled toward the ground like a meteorite.

Boom!!

The moment it crashed to the ground, the earth trembled, the ground within a radius of thousands of meters suddenly caved in, countless stone slabs rose into the air, and dense cracks spread wildly like a spider web. A huge roar exploded, and several raging red and black lightning bolts burst out from the crater.

The shockwave, like a torrent, swept across the area, carrying dust, gravel, flowers, trees, and vegetation. Trees that stood in its way were snapped in half, and everything in its path was blown away.

On the distant hill, Reicher, Nigley, and Natasha, unable to withstand the sweeping wind, instinctively stood in front of Old Carter, the other two, and the horse, shielding them with their hands.

Further away, the warriors of the two major battle groups who were fighting the Witch Demon in a righteous brawl also stopped.

Standing atop the hilltop that had been flattened by a single, unexpected strike, he shielded his face with his hand and stared in astonishment toward the cemetery.

Even the dazed and confused Wu Xinmo was subconsciously drawn to the commotion, ignoring the Astartes warrior's hand piercing his chest, and looked towards the cemetery.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing the black and red lightning bolts surging and exploding on the ground, Wu Xinmo's bruised and swollen face was filled with astonishment.

The Witchheart is ambitious and determined to overthrow Mephisto's rule and become the new Lord of Hell.

But that doesn't mean he didn't know how powerful and cunning his father was.

Even if his father was just an energy projection on Earth, Wu Xinmo absolutely did not believe that he could be defeated by a human. This completely overturned his understanding of Mephisto.

In his mind, only he could defeat Mephisto.

The fact that Matthew, that human brat, was able to do it before him caused the Witchheart Demon's mind to become somewhat confused.

The Demonic Heart was shocked, as was Old Carter.

He glanced with satisfaction at the three people in front of him—Raycher, Nigley, and Natasha—and his goodwill towards them increased infinitely.

Although it was just a subtle detail, it showed that Rai Che and the other two had a genuine sense of justice.

They have compassion for the weak, even if they possess extraordinary strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

Then, squinting at the direction of the cemetery, he said softly, "I never imagined he would die on Earth."

Old Carter was somewhat sentimental.

Mephisto has really lost face on Earth this time. Don't underestimate the intelligence in Hell. Although the environment in Hell Dimension is extremely harsh, ordinary people simply cannot survive there.

However, it also has its own order and system.

Whether it's intelligence or other aspects, it's very complete, and there are even many intelligence brokers and mercenaries traveling back and forth between hell and the human world.

Tonight's battle will inevitably reach the Hell dimension.

Moreover, it's not just Mephisto's hell, but also hells in other dimensions.

"Dead? Mephisto?"

Johnny and Rosanne stood smugly at the back, leaning against the horse to steady themselves as the ground shook violently. Hearing Old Carter's words, they couldn't help but shout out.

"His presence has vanished," old Carter said definitively.

"What a gift, Shit! Didn't you say he was the Lord of Hell? How could he die?" Rosanne looked incredulous.

She was a woman and a reporter, so she didn't know much about this, but no matter what, she was a demon king.

Will the devil die?

"Who says the Demon King can't die? Even the most powerful gods and demons will die; it's just that they are difficult to kill under normal circumstances. Besides, Mephisto's death was merely a projection on Earth," Old Carter patiently explained.

"His true form in hell is still alive."

"I see." Johnny and Rosanne suddenly understood, though the latter was still happy: "That's good too, those terrible guys are all dead, we're safe now, Johnny."

"Yes." Johnny nodded, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Originally just an ordinary person, he suddenly got involved in matters concerning demons and Ghost Rider, and has been in a state of anxiety and depression ever since.

Now that the oppression has completely disappeared, I naturally feel relaxed.

They're still reflecting on it.

Natasha turned around and looked at Old Carter and his two companions, her pink lips curving upwards slightly: "You guys aren't exactly simple people either."

"Madam, I'm just an old gravedigger who wants to live out the rest of my life in peace. There's nothing complicated about it." Old Carter politely took off his cowboy hat and bowed in a cowboy salute.

The aged voice carried the weight of a bygone era.

"Really? To live out the rest of your life in peace? That might be a bit difficult."

Natasha glanced meaningfully back and forth between the faces of Carter and Johnny.