Mammen, in ancient Galdic, means wealth, in the New Testament, it is the incarnation of coins and the demon who controls greed.

Just like its name, it loved wealth and treasures. But in fact, as early as the time of the Holy Angel, when it was still serving God in heaven, it had already had this paranoid love for treasures. At that time, it was only gold, silver and gems, not its "Lord".

It is extremely greedy, so if you want to take away a sin from people, it is undoubtedly one of the most suitable candidates among the demons.

After hearing Mammon's words, Macher stared at it for a while, shook his head, and said lightly.

"I have no interest in you. Take your offerings and leave. Don't let me force you back."

After saying that, he was somewhat weak and supported himself on the workbench and studied his carvings again. He wanted to find out what was wrong so that he did not summon the messenger.

He didn't care whether Mamen was really powerful. In his eyes, only the recorded messenger could accomplish his career.

Because no matter which sin is, it cannot represent the evil of everyone, and it cannot be changed. The demon is just a demon.

As for whether he has the ability to send Mamen back to hell, there is no need to worry about this, he has never been foolproof in his work.

He had long imagined what to do if he summoned something else. He was a genius. In his own words, even if he summoned Satan, he had the ability to negotiate and resolve the issue.

The key is not only the contract he signed when summoning the demon or messenger, but also his carvings.

The platform for establishing the contract was created by him with carvings. This platform is crucial, making him a medium for demons to exist in this world.

If he dies, the demons will dissipate in this world, and may also damage the power they consume when they come here, thereby affecting themselves.

This is the capital that Marchel has the ability to negotiate.

"Okay OK."

Mamen had a cold smile in his eyes. This arrogant human made him angry, but it had to admit that it really did not want to consume its own power in this weak human.

A flash of light flashed in its red pupils, moving its gaze away from Marchel's body.

"You are really an interesting human being. If one day you want to sell your soul, please be sure to contact me, I can offer a high price."

Marchel didn't answer it, and he was too lazy to listen. In his eyes, Marmen was just a product of his failure, and that's all.

Mamen turned his head and looked at the other side of the room. The panicked merchants gathered in groups and retreated, but the door of the room had been closed and they had no choice but to retreat.

"Actually, I prefer to collect offerings like gold, silver and treasures, but if there weren't those."

It smiled and looked at everyone, as if looking at some delicious food, and raised its eagle-like palm.

"It is also OK to replace you greedy souls."

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Outside Marchel's mansion, in Jeffries, it was clearly noon, but the sky was as gloomy as a pool of stagnant water.

The dark clouds blocked all the sunlight and pressed against the city with low pressure. The air was dull and dry, making every breath very dry.

No one knows what happened, people only know that the sky suddenly became like this.

At first, people just stopped curiously on the side of the road and looked at the sky. They thought it was going to rain, maybe it was a heavy rain or a storm.

However, this is not a big deal for Jeffries City. Jeffries City has complete city defense measures, and ordinary natural disasters cannot affect the normal lives of residents at all.

But I don’t know who it was, but suddenly I found that a group of strange carvings carved on the walls lit up in the corner of the roadside.

Then, in every corner of the city, groups of carvings that were originally thought to have been abandoned lit up one after another.

Black mist surged out of the carvings, flew into the air with a terrifying aura, hovering continuously under the clouds.

What is that?

No one knows that the unknown and dull air make people's fear expand.

People know something happened, but no one knows what happened. What they know is that the scene in front of them seems to indicate that a disaster is about to come.

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"So, is this a devil?" The dwarf John held his hammer and walked to the front of the messy merchants. He looked at Mamen who was slowly walking towards him and smiled dryly.

"Is it a little too exciting? Can I say that I have fought with the devil when I drink in the future?"

"To be precise, it is a demon king." Jill corrected John's words and came to him, holding the short knife, looking up and down at Mamen, probably looking for an opportunity to attack.

Lorna and Lily also walked up and entered a state of alert.

Among the chaotic crowd, they are one of the few people who are not panicked.

Mamen seemed to have noticed the adventurers among the four merchants. They were the only guys with some ability to resist, but in Mamen's opinion, they were just slightly larger ants.

Its bird-like mouth curled a cruel smile and slightly pressed down its body, like an eagle preparing to rush to eat, spreading its wings behind it.

"Be careful, it's coming." Lorna put the long sword in front of her.

But before she could finish her voice, Mamen had turned into a shadow and rushed to her. The scarlet eyes were still dragging light, and the sharp claws were raised high.

"Bang!"

Mamen's claws directly penetrated the shield Lily blessed Lorna, but this also made its attack pause for a moment. This moment gave Lorna the opportunity to dodge.

Lorna rolled on the ground in a mess, and stabbed the sword in Mamen's hand.

"This!" The sword blade touched the demon's skin and sparked a spark.

Lorna gritted her teeth, her palms were numb, but her attack could not cause any damage to Mamen.

"Lorna, get out of here." Jill appeared above Mamen, and the short knife in his hand stabbed neatly, stabbing the other party's eyes.

But Mamen just tilted his head casually and avoided Jill's stabbing.

"Slow Thieves." It sneered, raised its other palm and tugged on Jill. Jill was instantly pulled out, and with a heavy sound, it swirled and hit the wall of the room.

At this time, the dwarf John's sledgehammer also arrived.

"Ah!" John shouted, and the alloy hammer in his hand rolled the sound of the wind and smashed it violently.

"Bang!" A muffled sound, and in the dwarf's surprised eyes, Mamman caught his hammer with one hand and just took a step back slightly.

"Oh." John's beard shook and raised his eyes regretfully: "It seems that it will hurt a little later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mamen let go of his hammer and kicked him in the chest.

His short body flew backwards, and he crashed into the crowd heavily, knocking down a group of businessmen who were still thinking about escaping.

"Ha, it's easy." Mammon sneered, turned his head and looked at Lorna who was standing not far away.

"You creatures are getting weaker and weaker."

"Hmph!" Lorna took a step back, and then the sword in her hand pierced straight out, stabbing Mamen's chest.

But before the blade touched its body, it was easily grabbed by one of its palms.

"Why?" Mamen smiled, as if he was gentle.

"I don't like to torture you like Satan. I will give you endless wealth and everything you want, and will give your souls obediently?"

His voice was a different temptation, and under its words, Lorna's expression slowly became dull and unsightly.

As greed, it has a stronger temptation than other demons, and it can always guide people to destruction.

Mamen looked at Lorna with unsightly eyes, and the smile on her face gradually changed from gentle to hideous, and she stretched out its palm towards Lorna's face.

"Bang."

Just as its hand was about to touch Lorna, one hand held its wrist.

This stunned Mamen because it didn't feel anyone approaching it at all.

"Who?" Its eyes turned cold and looked at its side.

"So, why do you think you are stronger than that messenger?"
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