This feeling is very bad.
But Mephisto was a strong man who had experienced countless successes and failures. After a moment, he restrained his state of impotence and rage and thought of the most critical question: Who did it
Odin? Not likely.
Although someone from Asgard had visited Earth recently, it was definitely not Odin.
Odin, the top powerful being in the universe who suppressed the nine worlds, has been the treasure of Asgard thousands of years ago. There is no record of him going out to fight.
Ancient One? This is... somewhat possible, but also too unlikely.
This mysterious Sorcerer Supreme's spells are capable of making special altars disappear in an instant, but most of her attention is spent on guarding against Dormammu in the dark dimension.
Mephisto has been doing these little tricks for so many years that he knows all about it.
He only sent his clone to Earth to do some minor things, which was just to get in the way of Ancient One's psychological bottom line.
If he dared to come in person, Ancient One would not mind beating him up like Dormammu.
Don’t mess with women, and don’t mess with bald female bosses even more.
If this female boss has supreme magic that can shock multiple dimensions, then she must not be provoked.
After thinking it over, Mephisto had no doubt about the target at all.
There are many suspicious targets, but they are all people who are unlikely to take action.
In response to this, Mephisto's face turned black, really black.
Waves of black mist emanated from his face, and countless wails sounded in the black mist.
The special altar is no ordinary item. It is a unique magic prop he made thousands of years ago, which contains his most core spells.
With this thing, he got millions of souls from the earth.
It is ever-changing and can take on an appearance based on people's thoughts, then use various methods to lure people into depravity and collect fine souls for them.
I remember that more than two hundred years ago, the altar was taken by some pseudo-believers of the goddess of fate, and it was transformed into the appearance of the Loom of Destiny.
From then on, these brain-defective pseudo-believers kept sending him various fine souls, which made him very satisfied.
And using a special altar is like selling your soul.
Upon death of these false believers who had benefited from special altars, their souls would also belong to him.
Mephisto, the black-hearted businessman, took advantage of both his upstream and downstream customers, leaving no one alone.
He was certainly pleased with this particular altar.
If the clone is the customer service staff he sent out, then the special altar is the robot customer service that automatically answers simple questions.
The altar is not as flexible as a clone, but it is a long-term, worry-free, and stable source of income.
Now that this worry-free and hassle-free income channel is gone, Mephisto can only sigh and say, "Forget it. I'll try to get another one when I have the chance."
He was not in a good mood about this.
This altar was very special to him and was truly no ordinary item.
Not to mention those rare and precious raw materials, it would take him three to five hundred years to cast spells and make it.
This is such a huge loss!
…
Luke had no idea that he had once again tricked some high-powered demon lord.
After a moment of shock, he did not immediately choose to use the Destiny Loom, but tried hard to suppress his emotions.
The last time I renovated the storage module, the storage space was out of service for half a day.
When we are modifying the system panel this time, what if the system itself goes on strike
Tonight, he came here to gain experience and level up.
If you want to make a living, you must keep your word.
If I say kill all the members of the Mutual Aid Society, then I must kill them all.
If you say you want to earn experience points, you must earn enough.
But what he didn't know was that at the moment the Destiny Loom disappeared in the room, many people in the world suddenly felt a shock in their heads, as if something was missing, and then they felt panic in their hearts.
This also includes all the killers in the 17th Textile Factory, they all showed this inexplicable reaction.
Sloane closed his eyes for a moment and frowned, "Did you feel it?"
The dozen or so famous assassins in front of him nodded in unison, and one woman couldn't help but ask, "Sloan, what's going on?"
Sloan's mind raced, but he could only shake his head: "I don't know, but I feel like something is missing from me."
Most of the people nodded subconsciously because they felt the same way.
For a moment, everyone looked at Sloan, trying to get an answer from him.
This old guy is in charge of a lot of secrets of the mutual aid association, and maybe he knows the inside story of what just happened.
Unfortunately, Sloan looked gloomy and uncertain, and finally said, "I'm tired, let's all go." Then he turned and left.
More than a dozen people looked at each other, exchanged glances for a moment, and then stood up and prepared to leave.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, sporadic gunshots rang out.
Everyone who was about to leave looked towards the gate.
"What's going on? Is it an enemy attack?"
"Go and have a look."
With just two simple sentences, everyone rushed towards the gate.
The crowd was extremely fast and in large numbers, so they were not afraid even if the cross came.
During this period, gunshots were heard several times, but they were all stopped immediately.
As soon as they heard the gunshots, everyone knew that the intruders were shooting at the guards, but they never took action first. They only launched a counterattack after being attacked by the guards.
What’s even more terrifying is that there was only one shot from the other side, but the guards’ gunshots changed into several different types.
Apparently, several guards lost their lives in the shootout.
They quickly reached the front gate and saw that the guards on the walls and several high points within the castle had stopped firing.
There were several commanding heights where the bodies of the guards lay.
Everyone was shocked and dispersed, climbed up the outer city wall and looked out of the gate.
In the darkness, there stood a bearded man in a black suit and with a slicked-back hair.
He held the gun in one hand without raising it, and looked quietly at the people on the gate wall.
Seeing more than a dozen famous killers appear, the man in the suit finally said, "Let Sloan come out."
His voice was calm and emotionless, similar to the way most people speak to a fast food restaurant waiter when taking orders, flat, indifferent, neither sad nor happy.
Everyone was silent. Several small groups looked at each other, but no one said anything.
Finally, the gunsmith spoke: "Who are you?"
The man in the suit finally tilted his head and fixed his gaze on him: "John Wick. You also call me Night Stalker."
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they were immediately shocked: Is this crazy? Yesterday someone passed the message, and today they came to our door. With this attitude, do you think you can take down the Mutual Aid Association? Why are you called Night Demon? Just call yourself Night God.
It was the gunsmith who spoke again: "What's the purpose of your visit?"
The man in the suit didn't reply and even looked away, as if the gunsmith suddenly disappeared.
Hua Q! Everyone cursed in their hearts.
This is such a suicidal act... so refreshing! Do you think this is a movie
They didn't know that even though there was no photographer present, someone was really there to act.