Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 671 38. This is no longer an ordinary rebel, it must be punched hard! Hell air loses, assemble!

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much!"

Harsh screams sounded from the black castle in the hell dimension. In the crimson magma pool with floating bubbles, the always decent Mephisto was howling and rolling on his warm "bed".

He was so embarrassed that even the coolest goatee in his most precious Nine Realms was stained with magma, he just didn't see it.

It hurts so much!

It was as if a piece of flesh had been forcibly ripped out from the body, and it was as if the heart, heart, and liver were all burnt.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for a devil to be afraid of pain. Like all other devils, he should swallow pain like bread and sauce for tonight's dinner.

But here lies the problem. The bond between the three mentors and him is too deep. Through the connection between power and soul contract, they almost become the spokesperson and incarnation of the old devil in the material world. That is beyond the meaning of existence. Therefore, when they die, they will not only be fed back with weakness, but also with irresistible pain.

The Great Tutor of Pioneering is dead!

Ciri is dead!

The pain of feedback this time was even higher than the death of the warlock before. After all, Mephisto was still asleep at that time, and his perception was more or less dull, but this time it was too clear.

It's like someone hit you hard on the bridge of your nose and then kicked your baby balls. Tears and snot are flowing. That's just the basic feeling.

"You ruthless little bastard really can do it! Fuck, this devil has missed his eyes, you are a big deal"

While scolding, Mephisto let his twitching body get up from the magma pool.

The feeling of weakness is still there.

Although the part of the hell power endowed to Ciri is returning to the body, the loss caused by the extinguishing of a good candle is much higher than such a little "primitive investment".

Itlegan had introduced this classic and ancient soul contract to Mason in detail a long time ago. The process of making the spokesmen into candles has always been a way to strengthen both sides of the support. There is no mess of power seeds and breaking ground. Power as harvesting that wicked association.

Mephisto's goal is to be detached, not simply powerful, so the old devil does not do things that harm others and benefit himself.

He sat back on his throne of hell, raised his head and glanced out, the coalition of heroes who invaded his own dimension from the material world had crossed the Scorched Plain like a bamboo, and were advancing towards his dark throne.

The Ghost Knights are blocking them, but these burning hell knights are as inactive as ever.

This situation was expected by the old devil, so he didn't panic.

As long as those candles are still there, the existence of the old devil is above all kinds of rules. It is not impossible to kill him without extinguishing the candles and making him extremely weak, but with the power possessed by these coalition forces, it is obvious Can't do that.

It is true that he has not transcended yet, but due to the continuous support from the worlds where the seeds of divinity have been planted, he is getting closer and closer to that level.

He might suffer defeat, but death?

Heck, that's out of reach.

As far as the devils are concerned, if death has been eliminated as an option in advance, it means that they can continue to prolong the game until both sides get tired of playing it.

"Perhaps it's time to spice things up you cuties."

Mephisto, who was on the throne, already felt the strong threat from Mason, and the feeling of needle-like pressure on his heart made the old devil decide to activate his deep-buried bomb.

When he saw that Old A's death trap failed, he also realized that things might have gotten out of control, but unlike Old A who was in panic all day long, His Excellency Fate obviously had more confidence in facing this kind of challenge.

Just like his previous claim.

He will have another solo game with Mason.

"I have given you the method to defeat me. This is a big deal, everyone. Of course, you need to pay some 'insignificant' price for victory."

Amidst Mephisto's sullen grin, he activated the soul contract of the Constellation.

Countless clusters of lit candles floated in front of the old devil's eyes, and his figure and voice also appeared in the hearts of all the members of the Society of Stars at this moment.

In a bar in a remote world in a distant plane, a group of B-level personnel who were resting here were still discussing the sudden martial law of Fort Stars and the grand cause that Mason was promoting, but they all stopped in the next moment. Everyone seemed to be struck by invisible lightning, and they all heard the gloomy and weird voice.

"Members of the Constellation, the pioneers of the dark star sea, and the hounds of fate, you may know the true meaning of the devil tattoo on your arm, maybe you are still kept in the dark, but this is meaningless.

No need to hide anymore, folks.

I am Mephisto, the Lord of Fate you call, the one who made a contract with you, the one who gave you strength, and the one who united you in the chaotic era of shock.

Your pact represents a terrible curse, through which a candle will be born through the transfer of power, and once the flame is extinguished you will blow the candle and draw the wax.

All the oppositions represented by strength and weakness, wisdom or stupidity, justice and despicableness will become meaningless when such a candle is blown out.

And now!

right now!

A group of righteous men of noble character and great sentiments have stepped into my kingdom and tried to kill me to give you true and eternal freedom.

But unfortunately, as long as there is a candle burning, I will never die.

You may wish to guess, in order to get rid of me as a scourge, what choice will those righteous people make?

And the most tragic thing for me, the one who was crusaded, is that the secret room where I hide everyone's candles has been found, in the Fort of Stars

My existence and yours are tied to those candles, and I will give you the choice, my dear hounds.

You can send me to death by blowing out your candles with dauntless courage and will, or you can take your candles away and keep them privately in order to survive.

This is your right and no one can interfere with this process.

go Go!

Go to that place and get your lives back, please remember, my dear hounds, the fate of a person should always be in his own hands.

Wish me luck.

Good luck to you too.

Love comes from your chief, Lord Fate.

May every sacrifice please the dark stars and light our way forward"

The gloomy voice disappeared in that instant, and the phantom that accompanied the voice in the hearts of every member of the Constellation also disappeared.

They may not believe the truth revealed by the old devil himself, but the tens of thousands of candles flickering in those pictures really strangled everyone's heart at this moment.

When the first bottle of drink fell to the ground in this lively bar, many people stood up abruptly.

They looked at each other with complex expressions in their eyes.

When everything is going well, everyone can be a good person, but when it comes to their own interests, when choosing to be a good person means that they may die, then the risk of doing good deeds is raised to an intolerable level .

It's not even about virtue, it's about human nature and instinct.

No need to be summoned.

When the first female ranger grabbed the bow and walked out of the bar silently, the rest of the people took steps. After just a dozen seconds, there were only a few people left in the lively bar.

"Hey, why don't you go?"

The pessimistic and world-weary female bartender with a classic character design is wiping the table, and asked a bearded B-level personnel lying on the bar counter and still drinking wine:

"I think they seem to be going to do some big things, and it seems to be related to everyone. Don't you care?"

"Why should I go?"

The bearded fellow raised his head and said drunkenly:

"They're just asking for trouble. Trailblazers who can reach the B level will not be idiots. If you think about it, you know that this is Mephisto's ghost trick to provoke the internal chaos of the stars.

They know this, but they are still afraid that they will be the "price" that the righteous will pay when they slaughter the evil.

Well, I'll admit that the candles did make me a little sad.

but."

He drank a large glass of wine with his head raised, wiped his mouth again, and said:

"But I'm still alive, aren't I? They didn't intend to blow out the candles to kill the devil, and if I go to Starsburg right now, I'm going to mess with the good guys and become an accomplice to the bad guys.

Although I'm not a good person, I just don't do such thankless things. "

This sentence made the female bartender who wiped the bar blink, and she said:

"Then you are so willing to put your life in the hands of a group of people you don't even know? What if, I mean, what if they really made up their minds that overthrowing evil is more important than protecting life?

Are you not afraid of death? "

"I'm afraid, but I trust Team K."

The bearded man shrugged and touched the wound on his neck again, which was the wound that almost tore the throat. He stroked it and said:

"I've followed bastard warlocks into their world and done some really, really bad things there.

I have seen with my own eyes that Lord Mason pushed himself into a desperate situation in order to save us invaders. He saved thousands of people in a few seconds. I should have died miserably under the neutron extermination by the bastard council , but I survived.

I owe them my life.

It's no big deal to give them back now.

And you know what?

We hounds have seen all kinds of bad things and tragedies across the world, and our nerves have long been tempered as rocks. We seldom believe in such things as truth, goodness and beauty in this era. However, no matter how bad the bastard is, he will I hope that someone will show up and give him a hand when he is heading towards self-destruction.

And that day, I met a really nice guy.

He cherishes it as rare as when I accidentally killed a whale while racing in the desert.

I believe in him.

When hypocrisy and chaos become the norm, sincerity and kindness are the deadliest nirvana, so I believe in him, and I am willing to entrust my life to him.

that's all."

"But you know it's an escape, right?"

The female bartender turned around and poured a glass of wine and put it in front of the bearded man with a bang. She lay on the bar and said to her guests:

"This is not a war of the K team, this is a war of each of you, and every member of the Constellation must participate, whether you like it or not.

You said that you don't want to be an accomplice of the villains and choose to stand by, but when justice and evil are fighting to the death, you choose to watch the show, which must be neutral.

Entrusting everything to others is easy to say, but in fact it is just digging a hole and burying your head in it, pretending that everything is fine, and pretending that you didn't hear the bullets passing above your head.

You either do something good or you do something bad.

Doing nothing is not an option.

You can't avoid it.

Now, drink me this free drink, grab your guns and go to Starsburg to help the good guy you want. "

"Hey, you're not from the Stars Club, why are you so excited?"

The bearded man stared at the female bartender in front of him, who shrugged, took out a poster of Mason from under the cabinet, and slapped it in front of the bearded man, saying:

"Can I be a fan of Lord Mason? Who wouldn't like such a sunny and handsome hero? If you can come back alive, remember to ask for an autograph for me.

I'm going to hang him in the most obvious place in the bar. "

"This is a game of life!"

The bearded man drank the glass of wine angrily, and said:

"Send me away with a glass of wine? The life I managed to get back is too cheap, isn't it? Huh?"

A kiss from the female bartender landed on this guy's forehead. She wiped her mouth in disgust, looked at the smiling bastard in front of her, waved her hands and said:

"Go, come back and give you better."

"Thanks, Moxie, I feel empowered."

The bearded man laughed and picked up his shotgun and strode out, leaving only the female bartender still wiping the table. She looked at the other people in the bar and said with her hands on her hips:

"What? Do you need me to give each of you a kiss too? Go to work, bastards, and get our future back!"

I'm still waiting to continue my bar business in the new world, and I'll give you VIP cards then. "

——

"They are here! There are so many people!"

In the folding space of Fort of Stars, the deadpool in charge of the front row yelled with a broken voice, spreading the bad news to every team deployed here.

And on the walls of the Stars Fort, which had been completely fortified, the impatient swordsman who had been waiting for a long time snapped his devil helmet on his head.

She leaned on her soul sword and shouted to the people around:

"We all know that it doesn't make sense to reason with these terrified bastards in this situation, so we choose to respond to their doubts with arms.

Of course, this is not a life-and-death enemy, so strike lightly!

Don't really open their heads if you can use non-lethal weapons, we have to stay here until the situation becomes clear, it won't be easy.

But we've all come this far

The hunter's little bitch is dead, we have all sacrificed to this point, and we can no longer allow a failure to be the final result.

Get ready for the enemy! "

As soon as she gave an order, the protection of the entire Stars Fort was erected, and Barbara, who was driving a gray Fenrir armor, bounced out of the cockpit, and gestured condescendingly to the swordsman with a thumbs up.

she says:

"This declaration of war is not bad."

"Of course!"

The swordsman put his hands on his hips in a loud voice and said:

"I prepared the manuscript in advance. This may be the last battle of my career. What if I don't perform well?"

"So are you ready?"

Barbara asked, and Liana knew what she meant. With a flick of her finger, a bottle of transparent potion jumped into her palm, and there was also a contract melting in the potion.

The swordsman shook it vigorously to melt the contract faster.

She pouted under her helmet and said:

"I hope your younger brother's craftsmanship is good enough, don't really take me into it, even for a hell lord, death is a very serious matter.

But how?

In my most optimistic thinking, I never thought that things would be pushed forward to the present, so even if I really died, it would be worth it. Alas, I found out that Ciri is the bravest among us that.

If you say die, you will die.

Not sloppy at all, really let go. "

"They are coming!"

Another warning sounded, and it was at the forefront of the folding space.

The fastest B-level teams had already rushed into the endless ocean island, before their eyes, Ertong and Damian stopped them from left to right.

"Don't go there!"

Ertong said something in a cold voice, without explaining more meaning at all.

Class B members look at me, I look at you, they drew their weapons silently, while Ertong and Damian looked at each other, and the two cubs of the Bat Family shrugged.

With the cold sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed, Mason's hand-crafted sword fell into his hand, and the newly engraved inscription "Peace is the most precious" on it gleamed.

This thing can save the life of the enemy under a fatal attack, and it was specially developed by the inscription master for this battle.

In the next second, two groups of people rushed forward at the same time, and the blood burst out.

The final civil war of the Constellation Club begins here!