Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

"This guy is like a hamster. When you push him, he'll give you a hint. You never know where this guy's bottom line is."

"In that case, it seems that there is no need for us to help at all."

Kasukabe Takaaki smiled.

One four-digit number is an exception, two four-digit numbers are legendary.

Coupled with the four-digit strength of the core members, this strength has even surpassed Arcadia at its peak.

"Since we're already involved, we might as well help out to the end."

Canary now knows that his help is dispensable to Vitan.

But she was also quite lucky.

After others have demonstrated their strength, your joining can only be icing on the cake at best.

Your joining before they demonstrate their strength, even if it cannot be considered as timely help, can at least make Wei confess a favor to Arcadia.

"Besides, isn't the target right here now?"

After saying this, Canary raised her finger.

Kasugabe Takaaki looked in the direction of Canary's finger.

The feeling of speechlessness once again surged into Kasugabe Takaaki's heart.

On the deserted streets, demons are wandering around everywhere.

In such a place, an old man with white hair and beard was staggering through the gunfire. All the demons were afraid to get close to the old man as if they were seeing a plague.

This is telling you clearly that there is something wrong with him.

"No, what's going on?"

"At the very least, we have to set up a playground or something, get more people around to guess his identity, and find him."

"TragicalHistoryOfDoctorFaustus"

Translated it means The Tragedy of Doctor Faustus.

In ancient times, the devil Mephistopheles once made a bet with God. Mephistopheles denied human beings and the world, but God believed in the spiritual power of human beings.

So they chose Faust as their experimental subject.

Mephistopheles provides Faust with the power to transcend reality, and Faust completely sells his soul to Mephistopheles, and after his death, his soul will belong to Mephistopheles forever.

God and Mephistopheles observe Faust.

Let’s see whether Faust will give up his ideal of benefiting mankind because of Mephistopheles’ persuasion.

Mephistopheles is always able to expand the dark side of Faust's heart.

In order to change his character, Mephistopheles stays by Faust's side at all times.

Sometimes it is an old man in his seventies, sometimes it is the shadow of Faust, and sometimes it is just an ordinary golden retriever.

According to Canary's understanding, this gift game should be for them to break into Mephisto's playground and successfully choose Mephisto among many options.

Then you can start the battle directly.

As a result, this person was standing here in plain sight.

"Maybe he's just too lazy to deal with those useless things and wants to be a little more direct?"

"Even if that's the case, why is he waiting here?"

"Why don't we just let those demons attack the main venue? Isn't Vitan waiting in the center of the arena?"

Kasukabe Takaaki's head is still full of question marks.

"Don't think so much."

"This guy was waiting for me right here. When I used my mental power to search for him, he was even actively signaling to me."

The space behind Canary and Kasugabe Takaaki suddenly began to distort.

A pair of hands were placed on the shoulders of both of them.

Chapter 4 k Killing Sword

Who else could this person be other than Vitan?

Canary and Kasukabe Takaaki were not surprised.

However, if they had not expected it, there was no way they would have allowed a stranger to appear directly behind them.

Do you really think Kasukabe Takaaki is a poor guy who can be bullied at will?

"Then what does he mean?"

I'm an artist!

They are more or less a bit picky and unkempt. After all, Kasukabe Takaaki is a famous sculptor, but he also has these problems.

This is not!

Not getting an answer from Canary, he sought it from Vitana.

However, Vitan doesn't have time to give lectures to Kasukabe Takaaki now.

Because the demon had noticed his arrival.

Cast your gaze over here.

"Okay, let's not pursue it for now."

"Since both of you have joined the game, go to other battlefields and help me maintain order. I've made note of what happened today."

Vitan's words were obviously directed to Canary.

Canary immediately understood what he meant, and reached out to hold Kasugabe Takaaki's collar with a smile on her face.

"I understand. I'll take this fool to work now."

"See you later."

……

Canary dragged Kasukabe Takaaki away like dragging a dog.

Vitan also raised his feet and walked towards the old man.

He is probably in his seventies or eighties.

He has a hunched back and his height of 1.8 meters actually looks only about 1.4 meters.

His face was haggard and full of wrinkles.

His eyebrows and beard have all turned white.

"Mephisto, since you are not going to hide your identity, there is no need to continue using this awkward appearance."

Stand in front of the old man.

Vitan's hands hung naturally on both sides of his body, and he looked at the old man in front of him with a slightly frivolous look.

Mephisto also raised his head, opened his cloudy pupils, and grinned with a wrinkled smile that looked not kind but rather sinister.

“Gorgeous!”

"That's true. It's really uncomfortable for me to be like this."

"But who made my legend like this?"

A dark mist rose up under Mephisto's feet.

In just a blink of an eye, the fog completely enveloped Mephisto's hunched body.

Vitan also took a step back when he saw this scene.

The shape of the black fog slowly changed, its height was even lower than before, but its length was far longer than before.

Gradually!

The rolling black fog gradually calmed down, and its concentration gradually became thinner.

It looked like a griffin, but also somewhat like a dragon, with black hair all over its body, and a pair of huge wings that looked just like a devil.

This is the devil from hell.

——Mephisto’s true form!

"Then let's start fighting right away!"

"There is no need to introduce each other."

"Because the names of the dead do not need to be remembered."

Evil spirits are surging and black fog is spreading.

A flame from hell began to burn on Mephisto's wings and gradually spread to his entire body.

"Ah!"

A dark shadow continued to expand until it completely split the entire space apart.

"boom--!"

It seemed as if something very hard fell directly to the ground, making such a muffled sound.

"Indeed, I now feel that remembering your name is a very unnecessary thing for me to do."

Looking at Mephisto, who had a dull look in his eyes, staring blankly at the single horn in front of his hoof.

A mocking smile appeared on Vitan's face.

"After all, what right do I have to remember garbage?"

……

In fact, this is just the most ordinary sword.

It was just that Vitan used his own body strength to swing the sword with all his might, that was all.

But that's it.

Mephistopheles' horn was actually cut off.

anger!

Extreme anger!

Unprecedented anger rushed to his head!

What am I? A four-digit number.

"You bastard, you dare to do this."

The sound of hatred was like a woman's scream.

An unprecedentedly violent magical power began to surge and transform into the fire of hell, spreading out like an explosion.

The temperature in the air suddenly rose exponentially, turning the flames into a sea of ​​fire that swept across the entire street.

The red lotus's karmic fire burns steadily.

Mephisto, standing in the center of the red lotus with flames wrapped all over his body, looked like an emperor bathed in fire.

The surrounding space was burned by such high temperature.

"Not bad, rubbish, finally it looks like it's breaking the four-digit mark."

Space is collapsing.

This is because the burning of Mephisto's flames caused the space to collapse.

Just like Vitan said.

Why did he say that Mephisto finally seemed to be breaking the rules?

The space below is very solid.

An ordinary four-digit number can easily cause space collapse in the lower realm with just a casual move.

But it was impossible to create even a single wave in the lower level of the small garden.