Mephisto.

The monarch of Hell, a powerful evil spirit, powerful magic power, and changeable form, is exclusive to the evil spirit. As the first person among the evil spirits, Mephisto undoubtedly reached the pinnacle. Even the greater the hell he ruled, the greater his ability will be.

It's a pity...

Whenever this guy had the chance, he would let go from hell to earth to drink. It was obvious that this guy was not doing well in the Marvel Universe.

If Lake is asked to choose, he will not be limited to a broken ball, and the universe is so big, so why don’t you go and take a look?

Lake's words fell.

Next to it.

The old man wearing a black suit, a top hat, and a wine glass stopped slightly, and then turned to face Lake with an old face with a wrinkled face.

Next second.

Hesitate!

The light that corresponded to the daytime light in the bar went out in the blink of an eye and then recovered.

but……

Mikaela, who was sitting next to her, couldn't help but exclaim.

Nothing else.

When the lights were flashing, Mikaela saw the shadow of Mephisto projecting on the bar, which was a hideous and terrifying devilish face.

Fangs.

Devil's Wings.

Sharp claws.

All are available.

Bourbon in Lake's hand raised slightly: "Hello, Lord of Hell."

Mephisto lowered his head and took off the hat on his head, revealing his gray head, combed it meticulously behind his head, and said with a low look: "Outside God."

Lake smiled and said, “Is this the attitude of the lower God toward the Supreme God?”

Mephisto shook his head and said, "You are not our God, and, the God from the Domain, I can feel that you are weak now, so weak that I can swallow you in one bite."

Lake still smiled: "Then do you dare?"

Mephisto shook his head.

Lake's mouth was arced.

His current state is very strange. He is a god. There is no doubt about it, but how to say it.

Well……

Let me put it this way, if a mortal can kill him, then he will die, which is a true death. Of course, the premise is that a mortal really has the power to kill gods.

But if it is a god, he can kill him, and he will die, but his soul will return to the arms of the stars. After that, he will appear and slap the god who killed him into a slap.

Um.

Lake is in this state now, and it is also because Lake is fearless to meet Mephisto. After all, Mephisto is a god, and there are too many mortals with the power of god-killing in the Valorand universe, but this Marvel, when the stars arrive, Lake can walk sideways... No, he can completely go wherever he wants...

After a while.

Mephisto retracted his gaze: "God from the outside world, tell me what you meant."

"No hurry."

Lake said, and gestured to the bartender inside, pointing to the empty wine glass above Mephisto's hand to fill it up, and settle his accounts.

The bartender looked at the two people talking about the Book of Heaven strangely, but he still did it. After all, Lake photographed a bright Franklin in front of him.

After the bartender was full of wine, Lake raised his glass of Bourbon and looked at Mephisto.

bite!

After Lake's Bourbon and Mephisto's whiskey clinked, Lake drank the wine in the glass: "Have you received my gift?"

Mephisto's tone was hoarse: "He is a very difficult gift."

Lake shrugged.

nonsense.

If Revenge Flame Soul was easy to deal with, how could he ask Victor to buy his brother-in-law a one-way ticket to Texas?

Let's say so.

If Reed Richards is rational and Johnny Stone is unreasonable, even if Reed becomes a biochemical demon, his reason will not disappear. Being rational means that he can use a strategy to destroy him without showing up. But Johnny and Revenge Flame Soul are both stupid. Moreover, because Johnny's appearance is obviously on the table of an old man, so...

Lake smiled and said, "The Revenge Flame Soul is the potential for our universe to evolve into a superior god. Once it is conquered, it is good to be a subordinate."

Mephisto did not question: "That's right, and I've already thought about how to use it."

Lake raised his glass: "You're welcome, just treat it as a gift from a foreign land. By the way, I can ask, you won't bring the gift-giving person back."

Mephisto didn't say anything but stared at Lake expressionlessly.

Lake smiled and drank the wine in his glass in one go.

Well, this is a stupid question. Obviously, there is a reason why Mephisto only took a vacation on this small broken ball. If it were someone else's gift, Mephisto might have eaten with that person, but the gift was Johnny, who was a hero who had saved the world very much. Of course, this person, Mephisto couldn't eat it.

Mephisto looked at Lake, who drank the glass of wine, and looked back at the rugby game that was playing on TV: "I haven't completely removed the gifts yet. When all the gifts are taken out, he will come from wherever he will go."

"That's good."

Lake nodded, as if he was very concerned. After a while, Lake looked at Mephisto with a smile and said, "Old Mo, are you interested in discussing a deal?"

"No."

"……Why?"

Mephisto's eyes, which were pretending to be turbid, rose slightly: "Someone told me that you are a cunning god, and Loki, the god of lies in the Odin family, is not as capable of bewitching you."

"This is slander."

Lake raised his eyebrows: "It's still barefoot, this is a blasphemy against a Supreme God."

The expression on Mephisto's face did not change: "God from the domain, I often deal with mortals. Your state is more like the kind that mortals often say, and it is touched and caught with the pain of the feet."

Lake laughed: "You are very interesting, Lao Mo."

Mephisto always felt a little strange when he heard the old Mo's name, and seemed to have heard it somewhere: "You can call me Mephisto."

Lake shook his head and said, "Merphisto is so easy-going that I'm asking Lao Mo to look closer."

Mephisto: "And then I can get a trick?"

Lake was stunned at first, then laughed three times again: "Old Mo, I like you more and more now. I want you to become the hell manager of my star dimension."

Yes.

Carl, the Singer of Death, is the Hell King of Valoran universe, but he is not the Hell King of all the stars under Lake. This is why Lake and Carl just joined.

Like a certain monkey.

One day, Lake stayed well in his lair, and then saw a flying pigeon falling in front of him with a thud.

Then...

Lake then went down to the death dimension and found Carl. After a round of education, he asked Carl to conquer and take away the death management rights of his own stars.

Um.

Sometimes, the reason for conflict is that simple.
Chapter completed!