This feeling is very bad.
But after all, Mephisto is a strong man who has experienced countless successes and failures. After a while, he restrained his incompetent and furious state, and thought of the most critical question: Who did it
Odin? Not too possible.
While someone from Asgard has been to Earth recently, it was by no means Odin.
Odin, the top powerhouse in the universe who suppresses the nine worlds, has been the treasure of Asgard thousands of years ago, and there is no record of going out to fight.
ancient one? It's... somewhat possible, but far too unlikely.
The mysterious Sorcerer Supreme's spells could make special altars disappear in an instant, but her focus was mostly on guarding against Dormammu, the dark dimension.
Mephisto has been doing small tricks for so many years, and he knows about it.
He only sent his avatar to the earth to make small troubles, but he was stuck in Gu Yi's psychological bottom line.
If he dared to descend in person, Gu Yi would never mind beating him like Dormammu.
Women can't be messed with, and even bald-headed female bosses can't be messed with.
If this female boss has a supreme spell that can shock multiple dimensions, she will definitely not be messed with.
After thinking about it, Mephisto has no doubts in his heart.
But there are many suspected targets, but they are all people who are unlikely to make a move.
In this regard, Mephisto can only turn black - it is really black.
Bursts of black mist emanated from his face, and countless howls sounded in the black mist.
The special altar is not an ordinary item. It is a unique magic item that he created thousands of years ago, and it contains his core spells.
With this thing, he got millions of souls from the earth.
It is changeable and shapeless, it can form an appearance according to people's thoughts, and then use various methods to lure people to degenerate and collect exquisite souls for him.
I remember that more than two hundred years ago, the altar was taken by some hypocrites of the Goddess of Fate, and it changed into the appearance of the Loom of Destiny.
Since then, these brain-deficient believers have been sending him various high-quality souls, which makes him very satisfied.
And using a special altar is selling your soul.
The souls of the hypocrites who benefited from the special altar will belong to him when they die.
Mephisto, a black-hearted businessman, just ate his family and his family, and no one let him go.
Of course he is very satisfied with this special altar.
If the avatar is the customer service personnel he sent, then the special altar is the robot customer service that automatically answers simple questions.
The altar is not as flexible as the avatar, but it is a long-term and stable income that you don't have to worry about.
Now, this worry-free and trouble-free income channel is gone, but Mephisto can only sigh: "Forget it, let's try to get another one when there is a chance."
He was not in a good mood about this.
For him, the altar is very special, and it is really not ordinary.
Not to mention those rare and precious raw materials, it would take him three to five hundred years to cast spells to complete it.
What the hell, what a loss!
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Luke didn't know that he had cheated a certain tall demon lord again.
After a moment of shock, he did not immediately choose to use the Loom of Destiny, but tried to suppress his emotions.
The storage module was modified last time, but the storage space was shut down for half a day.
What if the father of the system goes on strike to renovate the system panel this time
Tonight, he came to earn experience and upgrade.
If you come out to mess around, you have to be trustworthy.
If you say kill all mutual aid associations, you must kill them all.
Speaking of earning experience points, you must earn enough.
But what he didn't know was that at the moment the Destiny Loom disappeared into the room, many people in the world suddenly felt a shock in their brains, as if something was missing, and then they felt panicked.
This also includes all the killers in the Seventeen Textile Factory, and they all had this inexplicable reaction.
Sloan closed his eyes for a moment and frowned: "Did you feel it?"
More than a dozen famous killers in front of him nodded in unison, and a woman couldn't help asking: "Sloan, what's going on?"
Sloan's heart turned, but he could only shake his head: "I don't know, but it feels like something is missing from him."
Most of the crowd nodded subconsciously because they felt the same way.
For a while, everyone looked at Sloan, hoping to get an answer from him.
This old guy is in charge of a lot of secrets of the Mutual Aid Association, and he might know the inside story of what happened just now.
It's a pity that Sloan's face was cloudy there, but in the end he only said: "I'm tired, let's go." After speaking, he turned and left.
More than a dozen people looked at each other and made eye contact for a moment, but they could only stand up and prepare to leave.
bang bang bang!
Clap clap!
Suddenly, sporadic bursts of gunfire rang out.
Everyone who was about to disperse looked at the gate.
"What's going on, is it an enemy attack?"
"Go and see."
In two simple sentences, everyone rushed to the gate.
The crowd was extremely fast and there were so many people that they were not afraid even if the cross came.
During the period, gunshots rang out several times, but they were all stopped immediately.
Everyone only heard the gunshots, and they knew that someone was shooting at the guards, but they never attacked first. They only launched a counterattack after being attacked by the guards.
What was even more frightening was that there was only one gunshot from the other side, but the guards had several different gunshots.
Apparently, several guards lost their lives in the crossfire.
Everyone quickly rushed to the front gate, and saw that the guards on the city wall and several commanding heights inside the castle did not shoot again.
There were several commanding heights where the guards' corpses lay lying down.
Surprised, everyone dispersed to several places, went up to the outer city wall, and looked outside the gate.
I saw a bearded man in a black suit standing there in the dark night.
He held the gun in one hand, did not raise it, and looked at the people on the wall of the gate quietly.
Seeing more than a dozen famous killers appear, the man in the suit finally said, "Let Sloan come out."
His voice was calm and devoid of emotion, similar to how most people speak to orderers in fast food restaurants—flat, indifferent, neither sad nor happy.
Everyone was silent, several small groups looked at each other, and no one said anything.
Finally, the gunsmith spoke, "Who are you?"
The man in the suit finally turned his head sideways and turned his gaze to him: "John Wick. You also call me Night Demon."
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they were immediately surprised: This is crazy, right? Someone sent a message yesterday, and today I called the door. With this posture, do you think it is a mutual aid society? Then what is your name Night Demon, just call it Night God.
It was the gunsmith who spoke again: "I'm here."
The man in the suit didn't answer any more, and even looked away, as if the gunsmith suddenly didn't exist.
Flower q! Everyone cursed inwardly.
This is so deadly... so fresh and refined! You thought it was a movie!
They didn't know that although there was no photographer present, someone really came to act.