After a long while, the female doctor suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but feel uneasy. Crap! She was acting like a supporting actress in a third-rate teen movie tonight. She wouldn't be despised, would she?
In the past, when she saw how stupid those supporting actresses were, she felt that they should die the moment they appeared, because every second they lived was an insult to normal people's intelligence.
She didn't know that Luke's mind wasn't on her at that moment.
A moment after the black hole was destroyed, a system notification popped up. "You've injured Lord Mephistos of Hell and delayed his entry into Earth for twelve years. Completed."
Total experience: 6,000. Total credit: 6,000.
Contribution rate: 100%. EXP + 6,000. Credit + 6,000.
Luke couldn't help but smile. Was there anything more reassuring than seeing an "old friend" lying in bed again?
If there was, it would definitely be because he could make this "old friend" lie in bed for a few more years.
This old guy Mephistos was definitely a big threat.
The longer Luke waited, the more confident he would be.
He had only invested 60,000 credit points to "deliver the gift" just now, partly because he wasn't sure if he could hit Old Mo, so he didn't want to waste them.
Secondly, he was afraid that if he went too far, Old Mo would simply flip the table and sit up in shock, risking half his life to kill Luke.
Thirdly, he had given Old Mo 60,000 credit points the first time, and accidentally completed the second time, so he should give Old Mo 60,000 credit points the third time.
If he did it again, he might be able to give this old friend a perfect 666 blessing.
As a Lord of Hell who had lived for countless years, Mephistos could be said to be immortal and wretched.
This old guy had always bullied the weak and feared the strong, but for Luke, Old Mo was indeed the stronger one.
As long as Old Mo was willing to sleep for a thousand years and be unable to engage in any entertainment, he would definitely be able to make Luke suffer.
Of course, Luke, who put safety first, had already repeatedly simulated the situation and personality of the Lord of Hell, and had drawn a safe threshold.
For the Lord of Hell, sleeping for thirty to fifty years was no different from two weeks to a month of recuperation in the hospital.
It wasn't a good feeling, but he could endure it for a while, and his days could go on.
Once they slept for a thousand years, it would be like an ordinary person lying in bed for two or three years. They would not be able to work or play, and it would be extremely uncomfortable.
As a representative figure of the many Hells, there was a 95% chance that Old Mo would not turn hostile. He would wait for the "short" 20 to 30 years.
If he was an impulsive Great Demon, then his name would have long been forgotten by most creatures.
Devils that were too impulsive were usually either in a deep sleep or about to be beaten into a deep sleep.
The saying that the rafter that sticks out rots first also applies to the demons.
…
A moment ago, in the Hell Dimension, Mephistos was sleeping on his throne with his eyes closed.
Ever since he was ambushed last time, he had sealed off all channels for his subordinates to report to him.
Over the past two years, the prayers and requests of his followers and believers were automatically answered by that shallow consciousness.
In any case, there was no standard for demons to respond to prayers and requests.
Some innately lazy demons wouldn't even bat an eyelid even if someone was begging at their doorstep.
Of course, Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, had a higher status.
Most of the time, the most he would do was give an answer like "I've read it" and not follow up.
He was the Lord of Hell, not Taobao's customer service.
The shallow consciousness could only reply "I've read it" to prevent his followers and believers that he had been working on for years from running away.
This old schemer had been busy for thousands of years, and he could not bear to let his sunk costs go to zero. Who asked him to like collecting all kinds of exquisite and exquisite souls?
It was the greatest pleasure of his demonic life, just like an otaku collecting limited-edition figurines. It could also increase his subordinates and strength.
In the past two years, Old Mo had finally slept in peace, and those strange things did not happen again.
Therefore, when the shallow consciousness received a request for a sacrifice from a believer with high "credibility" and "quality", it automatically agreed.
The two "sacrifices" came through the channel and were automatically sent to the special prison cells inside Mephisto's palace.
There was nothing wrong with the shallow consciousness doing this.
The prison cells here had been run by Old Mo for many years, and they were quite reliable. No sacrifice could escape in a short time, no matter how powerful it was.
Once the sacrifice was too powerful, the sacrificial channel would not open.
And Constance and Tate, mother and son, were no doubt trash in Old Mo's assessment of strength.
The actual strength of the accumulated energy in their bodies wasn't high.
After all, a trash Blood God required two thousand points to turn to dust, and Old Mo could blow a hundred trash Blood Gods to death with a single breath.
But there were always exceptions.
Less than two seconds after Luke threw Constance and her son over, they were turned into light gold dust under the attack of the accumulated energy.
On Earth, the accumulated energy would automatically dissipate after completing the mission.
After they destroyed the two dregs of the enemy, a message of the same origin was transmitted to them through the various spells and physical barriers in the palace: "Reinforcements! We need reinforcements! Brothers, come quickly! "
The accumulated energy didn't have a human consciousness, but it did respond in a way that was similar to a conditioned reflex.
Instantly, the accumulated energy in the prison cells gathered into a golden thread and shot into the air.
On the throne, Old Mo suddenly frowned.
He felt the strange energy that had been gradually suppressed in his body inexplicably become active again, as if it was … asking for help?
His intuition, which he had been hiding for ten thousand years, was frantically reminding him of danger!
For some reason, he recalled the time when an idiot subordinate had run up to him, and then … Not good!
He abruptly opened his eyes, and his fingers moved slightly, preparing to activate the Absolute Defense Restriction that came with the throne.
But it was too late.
His thoughts were very fast, and the quantum entanglement of the accumulated energy was even faster.
Just as his fingers touched the armrest, before he could activate Absolute Defense, a golden thread that was as thin as a gossamer came from the void and pierced into his ribs the moment it flashed out, successfully joining up with the "brother troops".
Mephisto's eyes widened, and a moment later, he screamed and jumped eight feet from the throne.
This time, it really was eight feet high. It felt even more painful than the first time.
Holding his waist, Old Mo's face twisted as he roared at the sky, "Why, why is it you again? Big Dipper, Big Dipper, I'm going to kill you! No, I'm going to capture you alive and send you to hell for a hundred, no, ten thousand years! Ahhhhh! "
With his furious roar, the entire hell space trembled.
The caves in the remote areas that had not been repaired for years collapsed in large areas, and many lava volcanoes suddenly erupted, spewing thick black smoke and fiery red magma all over the sky.
A large group of demons and evil spirits that were killing, playing, sleeping, beating, and being beaten stopped what they were doing and knelt on the ground, trembling.
Without needing anyone to say anything, they knew that this was Sir Lord's anger.
Who knew which idiot had angered Sir Lord, but it was fine as long as he didn't vent his anger on them.
In any case, Sir Lord would come once every three to five hundred years, which was similar to a certain period of human women. Everyone was already used to it.
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