Superman of the American Comics

"Who the hell are you?"

Even if Luke hid well, he didn't expose the fact that he was a big man.

But the card at 21:00 is opened. Even if Mephisto is slow, he should understand that the guy sitting opposite is by no means mortal!

Can play tricks under your own eyes and win this round.

We should not only have great courage, but also have enough strength.

The only time Mephisto lost to mortals dates back to the Faust period a long time ago.

The reason why that cunning, damned and shameless guy can cheat the same cunning, damned and shameless old devil is mainly because angels are helping in the dark.

To be exact, it was a battle between hell and heaven.

Faust, a mortal, is just a chess piece in the middle.

To put it bluntly, a big man from hell like Mephisto sitting at the gambling table will certainly not abide by the rules.

If you can cheat, cheat, cheat.

If you lose, don't admit it, and if you win, laugh.

Finally, without chips, you can lift the table and leave.

Even more shameless, they can take back the chips won by their opponents.

This is the real devil style!

As long as you can play Yin, you will never meet your opponent.

Facing Mephisto who doesn't care about face and dignity at all, he wants to win him.

Unless the opponent has equal strength and can prevent the old devil from playing tricks, it is impossible.

"You know my name and can win this round. It's definitely not an ordinary person!"

"The mage of Kama Taj? Sison, the spokesman of satorak?"

Mephisto kept asking questions with a gloomy face.

He didn't expect that he would capsize in the gutter.

The young human sitting opposite didn't leak too strong magic.

In addition, he is strong and doesn't look like a serious mage.

In addition to the slightly handsome, slightly handsome face and quite outstanding mysterious temperament.

On the whole, it is completely an ordinary human.

This is Mephisto's judgment when he sat at the gambling table.

"Me?"

Luke smiled and saw the unexpected expression of the old devil, which made him feel "comfortable".

It's worth mentioning that you can tease the wily and crafty Lord of hell.

"An ordinary man who is not worth remembering his name."

Luke replied.

"Ordinary people... If you are ordinary people, I'll take this table - forget it."

Thinking of his cruel words before the game began, Mephisto's sinister face looked a little depressed.

For a long time, no human dared to behave so arrogant in front of him.

Had it not been for Luke's identity, the old devil would have overturned the table.

Open your mouth and eat each other's soul.

"How about another one?"

Mephisto was distressed to see Luke put those soul chips in his bag.

Those are his private property!

"Do you still have chips?"

The latter picked his eyebrows, and he remembered that he had deprived Seth, the God of death, of his power and occupied the other party's underworld.

In this way, as the soul of hell, heaven and currency in all dimensions, he seems to be able to use it.

"Try it."

Luke picked up a chip and put it quietly in his hand.

There was an imperceptible dark light in his eyes, and the blue chip equivalent to one-third of the weight of normal human beings disappeared.

"Chips, how much I want..."

When he heard Luke's question, Mephisto smiled contemptuously.

He is the owner of hell hotel. How can he lack chips.

These days, greedy and selfish human beings have provided themselves with countless soul chips.

However, the above sentence suddenly stopped halfway, and the evil face of the old devil suddenly became serious.

The guests around the gambling table stopped talking.

The noisy voice was one of stagnation and gradually quieted down.

They sensed the horror of Mephisto.

Human beings are fine. The demons working in the casino, especially the sexy charge officials closest to the gambling table, have softened their legs and almost have to kneel down.

Trembling, they surmised to themselves——

What happened so that the Lord of hell was so angry that he couldn't control the power in his body.

"Where did you hide your chips?"

Mephisto asked in a deep voice, word by word.

Losing a game, losing some chips, losing some face... It's nothing to the old devil.

He doesn't attach much importance to victory or defeat unless it is related to his vital interests.

I don't care about the soul chips. Anyway, they will flow into his hands in the end.

As for face?

The Lord of hell who has been beaten by the supreme mage all year round has no face.

His prestige is limited to hell.

Other great demons, dimensional demons.

Most of their perceptions of Mephisto are negative labels such as "sinister and cunning" and "turning over ruthlessly".

I'm sorry, there are none of the bosses who really have feelings of "respect" and "admiration".

Mephisto is famous not because of his strength, but because he... Always gets the most severe beatings.

"What should I do with the chips I won? Do I have to report to you?"

Luke remained calm, and the boiling anger of Mephisto seemed to him just a breeze.

After the blue chip was thrown into the underworld world, it turned into a vague and distorted shadow and merged into the darkness silently.

In the obscure perception, the underworld like a broken house seems to eat the third soul.

The benefit is that the four transparent walls of this broken house in the underworld seem to fill a gap.

"The energy provided by the soul can also repair the underworld... No, more accurately, it should play a role in any dimensional world."

Luke realized the key.

Why do those dimensional demons and gods, all God systems, and the two camps of heaven and Hell ask for faith and soul.

This may be an important foundation to maintain their world!

"The hell hotel in Mephisto is very valuable."

Luke's eyes flickered and looked up at the old devil near the edge of rage.

In his eyes, the other party radiated a green light.

Don't get me wrong.

Not the power of forgiveness.

But the color of leek!

"Man, you are looking for your own death!"

Mephisto, whose patience was running out, suddenly stood up.

The guests in a circle retreated one after another. They thought the old devil couldn't afford to lose and wanted to beat people. They quickly called the security guard of the casino.

The Hellfire burned the red suit to ashes, exposing its magma like skin.

"It's so boring. The Lord of hell can't afford to lose his soul chips. It's good to come out and open a casino?"

Luke leaned back in his seat and waved his hand.

All his chips on the table disappeared and flowed into the underworld.

"You will regret what you have done, and you will kneel before me and pray for forgiveness - when your soul cries helplessly and screams miserably!"

Seeing the souls lose their senses with his own eyes, Mephisto felt heartache, and his eyes burst out a substantial black flame.

This scene scared the guests of the casino running around.

But any human who has signed a contract and exchanged his soul for chips cannot leave this hotel.

They turned into illusory shadows and were involved in the crystal ball in the palm of Mephisto's hand.

"It's not too late. Don't hurry to dream."

Lukeshran stood up and no longer hid his strength.

Under the spell he recited silently, a pure white light shrouded him.

"Emperor Weishan... Supreme mage!"

Mephisto was about to release his anger and frustrate Luke, but felt the familiar power, he subconsciously stopped.

Pure white light!

And the smell of emperor weishandi!

Except for not having a shiny bald head, Luke fully meets the conditions of the supreme mage!