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"who are you?"

Even if Luke hides well, he does not reveal the fact that he is a big brother.

But just as the blackjack card was opened, even if Mephisto was dull, he should understand that the guy sitting opposite was extraordinary!

Can play tricks under his nose and win this round.

Not only has to be bold, but also have enough strength.

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

That sly, damn, and shameless guy was able to fool the same sly, damn, and shameless old devil, mainly because there were angels secretly helping.

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

The mortal Faust is just a pawn in the middle.

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

Cheating if you can cheat, cheating if you can cheat.

If you lose, you won't admit it, and if you win, you will make a mockery.

In the end, without the chips, you can also lift the table and leave.

Even more shameless, it can also grab back the chips that the opponent has won.

This is the real devil style!

As long as you can play yin, never head-to-head with your opponent.

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

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

"You know my name, and you can win this round, definitely not an ordinary person!"

"Kama Taj's mage? Sithorn, the spokesperson of Setolak?"

Mephisto kept asking questions with a gloomy face.

He did not expect that he would capsize in the gutter.

The young people sitting opposite did not reveal too strong aura of magic.

In addition, he has a strong physique, unlike a serious mage.

Except for that slightly handsome face, a little handsome face, and quite outstanding mysterious temperament.

On the whole, it looked like an ordinary human being.

This is Mephisto's judgment before sitting at the gaming table.

"I?"

Luke smiled, and seeing the old devil's unexpected expression made him feel "comfortable" in his heart.

Can tease the scheming and scheming hell lord, this is an interesting talk worth mentioning.

"An ordinary person who is not worthy of Mephisto remembering his name."

Luke replied.

"Ordinary person... If you are an ordinary person, I will treat this table as-forget it."

Thinking of the cruel words he had released before the game started, the face of Mephisto's shady bird looked a little depressed.

For a long time, no human dared to act so arrogantly in front of him.

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

He opened his mouth and ate his blood basin and ate the other's soul in one bite.

"How about another one?"

Mephisto saw Luke put those soul chips in his pocket, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

Those are his private property!

"Do you still have chips?"

The latter raised his eyebrows, and he remembered that he had deprived the death god Set's authority and occupied the other side's underworld world.

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

"Try it."

Luke squeezed a bargaining chip and put it in his palm calmly.

An imperceptible black light flashed in his eyes, and the blue chip equivalent to one-third of the weight of a normal human disappeared.

"Bargaining chips, as much as I want..."

Mephisto smiled contemptuously at Luke's question.

He is the owner of the Hell Hotel, how could he be short of chips.

These days, human beings who are greedy and full of selfish desires have provided themselves with countless soul chips.

It just stopped abruptly in the middle of the above sentence, and the old devil's dark face suddenly became serious.

The guests around the gaming table stopped discussing.

The noisy voice became stagnant and gradually became quiet.

They sensed the terrifying breath released by Mephisto.

Fortunately for humans, the demons working in the casino, especially the sexy croupier closest to the gaming table, have weakened their legs and almost fell on their knees.

While shaking, they secretly guessed--

What happened so that the Lord of Hell was furious and couldn't control the power in his body.

"Where did you hide your chips?"

Mephisto asked each word in a deep voice.

Losing a game, losing a bit of chips, losing some face... This is nothing to the old devil.

He doesn't care about winning or losing unless it concerns his personal interests.

I don't even care about the soul bargaining chip, anyway, it will eventually flow into his hands.

As for face?

The lord of hell who has been beaten up by the Supreme Master for many years has no face at all.

His prestige is limited to hell.

The other big devil, the dimensional devil.

Most of their perceptions of Mephisto are negative labels such as "sinister and cunning" and "relentless".

Those who really have emotions of "respect" and "admiration", sorry, there is no one.

Mephisto's reputation is not because of his strength, but because of his...always beating the most.

"What should I do with the chips I won, do I still have to report it to you?"

Luke remained calm, and Mephisto's boiling anger was just a breeze in his eyes.

The blue bargaining chip, after being thrown into the world of the underworld, turned into a vague, distorted shadow, silently blending into the gloom.

In the vague perception, the underworld world like a dilapidated house seemed to have eaten that one-third of the soul.

The benefit is that the broken house in the world of the underworld, the transparent walls on all sides, seem to fill a gap.

"The energy provided by the soul can also repair the underworld...No, more accurately, it should have an effect on any dimensional world."

Luke realized the key.

Why do those dimensional demon gods, various gods, and the two camps of heaven and hell, ask for faith and soul?

This may be an important foundation for maintaining their world!

"The Hell Hotel in Mephisto is of great value."

Luke's eyes flashed, and he looked up at the old devil who was near the edge of rage.

In his eyes, the opponent exudes a green light.

Do not misunderstand.

Not the power of forgiveness.

It's the color of leeks!

"Human, you are seeking your own death!"

Mephisto, whose patience was gradually exhausted, stood up abruptly.

The guests in a circle stepped back. They thought that the old devil couldn't afford to lose, and wanted to beat others, and quickly called the casino security.

Piles of hell flames burned the red suit to ashes, exposing magma-like skin.

"It's so boring, the Lord of Hell can't afford to lose even a little bit of soul chips, so I am embarrassed to come out and open the casino?"

Luke leaned on the seat and waved his hand.

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

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

Mephisto was heartbroken when seeing those souls lose their senses, and his eyes burst out with a substantive black flame.

This scene scared the casino guests to run around.

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

They turned into illusory shadows, all being drawn into the crystal ball in Mephisto's palm.

"It's not too late, don't dream in such a rush."

Luke Shiran stood up, no longer concealing his strength.

As he chanted the mantra silently, a ray of pure white light shone down.

"Emperor Weishan... Supreme Master!"

Mephisto was about to release his anger and frustrated Luke, but he felt the familiar force and stopped his movements subconsciously.

Pure white light!

And the breath of Emperor Weishan!

Except for not having a bright bald head, Luke fully meets the conditions of the Supreme Master!