Just moments before Luke frantically cut the two little evil spirits in the secret room in the mountain, somewhere in the Hell dimension, a white-haired old man in a black suit was looking at an altar expressionlessly.
Then he took out his tablet and opened the notebook.
Found the directory of Collection Point No. 249, which shows the last time a large number of qualified souls were delivered, but that was forty years ago.
The white-haired old man's mind moved, and he instantly searched the entire altar and the related subordinates.
There was nothing wrong with the altar. Perhaps the large-scale sacrifice carried out by the men in charge of the altar forty years ago attracted the attention of certain beings and was suppressed.
Seeing this possibility, the white-haired old man didn't want to waste time and was about to check the next place, but the altar in front of him suddenly lit up.
However, this area is home to nearly a thousand altars that were transferred from the core throne, and one of them is opened from time to time.
The souls that were sent over had an automatic processing program and had nothing to do with him, so the old man turned around and flew to the next collection point.
Just as he turned around, a portal opened in the altar, and a light golden light several times thicker than he was came out from it.
The altar's protective mechanism was immediately activated and the isolation shield was raised.
However, the power of faith contained in this pale golden light has a natural demon-breaking property.
A guy who had so many points that he was crazy wanted to take a gamble and placed a "heavy bet" of 600,000 in one go.
The isolation shield set up in a normal state only weakened its energy a little bit, and it shattered in an instant.
The pale golden light that was shooting in the opposite direction of the white-haired old man was blocked by the arc-shaped isolation shield, made a U-turn, and shot towards his back.
Sensing something unusual, the white-haired old man's dull eyes glowed red, his white hair fluttered, and he turned his head abruptly, and a blinding pale golden light filled his entire field of vision.
"Ma..." He uttered half a curse.
The pale golden light enveloped his upper body and completely disappeared into his body.
The old man's flying white hair suddenly fell down, and the red light in his eyes turned into "fire eyes and golden pupils", emitting golden light.
He finished the second half of the sentence with difficulty: "... Falco!"
Countless pale golden lights appeared on his body surface, cutting it into smaller and smaller pieces.
boom!
The old man exploded into golden dust all over the sky, as if it was raining golden dust.
The pale golden light, with almost no loss, moved in the air, leaving a series of afterimages, and seemed to be very happy.
But half a breath later, it suddenly turned its head and stared at a black hole as tiny as a needle tip in the old man's shattered gold powder.
There came a message from a "comrade" asking for help: Oh, this old man is so powerful, the brothers are losing ground! Support, we need support!
The pale golden light, as agile as a dragon, suddenly became brighter and plunged into the tiny black hole.
…
Somewhere in the distant dimension of hell, in the core palace of the entire hell, Mephisto is sleeping quietly.
Some time ago, he was impatient to use his original body to manage the affairs of Hell, so he simply borrowed the shell of a fine soul, created an avatar, and gave it the most basic logic and authority.
Then, this clone will move all items with major safety hazards in the core palace to a farther place for centralized management.
As long as the clone does not leave the hell dimension, the power of hell can be used to resist the strange power that can destroy the soul.
Lao Mo was tormented by this strange energy for a long time and "personally realized" its essence.
This is the power of faith, one of the so-called "powers of God".
But the kind that Lao Mo encountered had been adjusted and blessed by some mysterious existence. Not only did it have a bonus effect on the killing effects of hell creatures, it was also very difficult to eliminate.
In fact, Lao Mo was a little hesitant about whether to really seek revenge on Beidou after his injury healed.
After all, this psychopath Beidou is just a thug sent out by that mysterious being.
Generally speaking, these thugs are just expendable cannon fodder.
But there are always some outliers, even thugs can be regarded as the best.
For example, Ghost Rider, or... Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme.
The upper limit of Beidou's strength is currently uncertain, but the person who can create this weird "divine power" is definitely difficult to deal with.
The reason why Lao Mo has been able to weather all the storms safely over the years is that he has mastered the "big return to the city technique" - when encountering a big problem, he immediately stays at home.
As long as I stay at home, no one can kill me! Mephisto is such a reliable demon lord.
…
Suddenly, he felt his clone being destroyed in an instant while he was sleeping. A sense of crisis came over him, and the absolute defense connected with his mind and spirit was activated at the same time.
A spot of gold lit up not far from Lao Mo's body, and then a crazy thick light of pale golden light squeezed out from the tiny black hole and shot directly at the pure black absolute defense like a laser cannon.
puff!
The black protective shield suddenly turned gray, and a hole as big as a bowl appeared on it.
At this moment, Lao Mo's real body just jumped up from the throne. The light golden light, which was slightly better than absolute defense, mustered up the remaining courage and decisively threw himself into the warm embrace of his friends.
"Ahhh~~~" Lao Mo covered his old waist and let out a miserable cry.
But in this core palace, no one can see the lord's miserable condition, nor can they hear his screams - provided that he does not become so angry that the entire dimension knows about it.
After a while, Lao Mo first patched up the gap in his absolute defense, then he sat down with gritted teeth and took deep breaths: "Don't be angry, I'm not angry, stay calm, you must stay calm."
As he said this, he carefully checked his injuries, and suddenly his expression relaxed: "Fortunately, I was prepared. This sneak attack was ten times stronger than the previous two times, and my injuries were not much worse."
At this point, his face suddenly changed: The third time! This is Beidou's third sneak attack. He simply doesn't have the demeanor of a super strong man, and his attacks are always sneak attacks.
If he continued to be treated like this, he would never be able to go to Earth again. He would have to be on guard against sneak attacks every day. A certain lord finally developed a strong sense of uneasiness.
Ancient One is so powerful, but he is not a problem to this guy! He cursed in his heart: Ancient One is very high-class, he knows that he should stay away, so he never came to him again.
Nothing like this Beidou, it's like he's squatting at the gate of hell, ready to rush in and bite people at any time!
Should he really seek revenge on Beidou in the future? Or... just have a quiet negotiation? After thinking it over, Lao Mo still couldn't make up his mind.
As someone who has lived for who knows how many years, it is normal for him to make a decision within a few decades, and even hundreds of years would not be uncommon.
However, the trick of using clones to take over management is no longer useful, as that kind of "divine power" is simply poisonous and can be found by chasing soul fragments.
This matter is also my fault for being too lazy. It seems that I still need to keep up with the times and keep up with the pace of the times. The Lord made this decision very quickly.
He took out his tablet, gave orders to a few of his men, then fell back and continued to sleep.
In the hell dimension, several big demons scattered in several places heard a soft text message alert tone.