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Chapter 84 The Demonic Witch's Heart Becomes a Prisoner (Please Subscribe)

"Don't look down on me, I'm just an ordinary person."

Staring at him with Natasha's alluring, emerald-green eyes, Johnny waved his hand dismissively, as if to say, "I'm not a threat."

Johnny has never been a peaceful person.

As a stunt motorcycle star, he numbed himself with alcohol and women for a long time.

If it weren't for his recent unexpected encounter with his childhood sweetheart Roxanne, and these circumstances, he would definitely have given Natasha a good tongue-lashing.

But he doesn't have the guts now.

Didn't you see that Wu Xinmo was already being beaten and screaming in agony?

He was also afraid of getting beaten up.

After all, Johnny's current understanding is that he is just an ordinary person and definitely cannot withstand a casual punch from Natasha.

He's still young and doesn't want to go see God so soon.

"Ordinary?" Nigley turned around and glanced at him with amusement. "I don't see anything ordinary about you."

"Or are you not even aware of it yourself?"

"Ladies, this young man is still young and hasn't adapted to reality yet," old Carter chuckled, trying to change the subject.

"Don't worry, we're not very interested in you."

Negri offered a word of comfort.

While they were talking, the commotion at the cemetery had begun to subside. When the dust settled, the cemetery had been completely razed to the ground.

All vegetation, tombstones, and graves have completely disappeared.

All that remained was a crack spanning several kilometers and a large crater about a kilometer in diameter. The ground was devastated, riddled with cracks and pits of all sizes.

It was like being bombarded by missiles.

Matthew stood tall in the sky, the red light in his pupils slowly dimming and extinguishing, his surging Conqueror's Haki beginning to subside, and everything calmed down.

He looked down at the ground.

He had already "seen" the Devil Fruit encyclopedia and absorbed the soul belonging to Mephisto. The high-quality Devil Soul was enough for him to unlock the top-tier Devil Fruit.

The boiling blood cooled down.

Matthew's burning fighting spirit died down. He exhaled softly, and Mephisto's cold warning before his death echoed in his ears. A smile flashed in his eyes.

"You lowly human, you will soon learn the price of utterly angering me."

It's a very simple, short sentence, but it represents Mephisto's truest attitude.

The two became completely hostile to each other.

But Matthew didn't care.

Compared to the gains, Mephisto's hostility was nothing.

If he grows fast enough, he'll have to go to Hell to find Mephisto before Mephisto even has a chance to come looking for him.

This old thing, who has lived for who knows how many years, has so many valuable things on it.

Matthew's future is destined to develop, and development inevitably requires a lot of precious resources, so seizing is naturally the best means.

In the battle with Mephisto just now, in addition to gaining a soul, my own strength has also increased considerably.

The intense pressure of real combat repeatedly pushed Matthew to his limits, and he gradually began to adapt. This process of adaptation is what he is growing.

Mephisto is equivalent to handing over the Emperor-level Kai with three blows.

He truly taught him how to control energy, combat details, and apply abilities in actual combat.

Any slight error in judgment could be a trap; these subtle details that occur in the blink of an eye cannot be learned simply through training.

Only real combat!

After returning, Matthew will need to thoroughly review the events and fully digest the lessons learned from tonight's battle.

But now...

Matthew turned his head to look in the direction of Rachel and the others, or rather, he was looking at the Witchheart Demon.

The latter was startled by Matthew's sudden glance and instinctively felt fear, averting his gaze and turning his head away, unable to look directly at him.

Then Wu Xinmo felt humiliated again.

He hated this crisis. He was the future Lord of Hell, yet he was afraid of a human. So, the Witchheart Demon gritted his teeth and turned around.

But as soon as he turned around, his body shuddered, and a chill ran down his spine.

The familiar sense of fear once again filled my body.

Matthew stood in front of him, looking at him calmly.

Those intrigued looks were like sharp thorns piercing his heart.

Matthew, who should have been in the air above the cemetery area, actually crossed a distance of 10,000 meters and arrived in front of the Witchheart Demon in the blink of an eye.

This speed...

Wu Xinmo gritted his teeth inwardly, but on the surface he maintained his arrogant demeanor and met his gaze defiantly.

However, with one of the Astartes warriors' hands still stuck in his chest, and his bruised and swollen face, he looked utterly ridiculous.

Matthew couldn't help but smile.

The Astartes and Raven Legion warriors around them reacted at this moment, and they all knelt down on one knee, including the warrior with the Heartfiend in his chest, who clenched his right fist in front of his chest and lowered his head.

They had never had this kind of etiquette before.

But tonight's battle made everyone do this instinctively.

There was no reason, no coercion; it was just their instinct telling them they should do it.

"Get up." Matthew was also a little surprised, but he didn't stop him, he just said it softly.

"yes!!"

The soldiers stood up, ramrod straight, their eyes gleaming with fervor.

It seems there were other gains today.

Matthew nodded to himself.

"Humans..."

""

Those few moves had completely suppressed Wu Xinmo's aura to the point where he could barely breathe. He knew he couldn't let things continue like this, so he spoke up in an attempt to regain the initiative.

Unfortunately, Matthew didn't give him a chance at all.

He extended a finger and gently touched the Demon Heart.

hum!

A dazzling golden magic circle immediately appeared at his fingertips, eventually shrinking and transforming into a compressed cross mark that disappeared into the center of the Witchheart Demon's forehead.

Before Wu Xinmo could react, a terrifying heat and pain swept over his entire body.

The pain caused his whole body to tremble.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he knelt down in front of Matthew.

"Ah~~~"

The pain intensified, causing the Demonic Heart to wail softly, while Matthew watched coldly from his superior position.

After a while, Wu Xinmo finally felt the pain subside.

But what followed was weakness, an unprecedented weakness.

"You..." Wu Xinmo knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Matthew with a mixture of shock and anger.

"Many times, death is a relief, while not dying is torture."

Matthew crouched down, looked directly at the Witch Demon, and explained, "Your lack of a soul is indeed troublesome, but it doesn't mean it's unmanageable."

"Your power has been locked away. It's not fatal, but it will drain your power and transform it into something that causes you pain."

""

"Congratulations, you've become my prisoner."

Matthew stood up, nodded to the Astartes warrior beside him, and then with a wave of his hand, a sparking circular teleportation array appeared in the open space not far away.

The other warriors understood and, along with Wu Xinmo, entered the teleportation array.

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