Gold coins were a currency that had been active for two-thirds of the history of human civilization. Even before the new era, this ancient currency was still in circulation. But now, the convenient and easy to use flowery paper had replaced this precious metal in circulation. Gold coins had also become an ancient item that collectors pursued.
But you have to remember that when something is given a special meaning, it no longer represents itself. For example, the gold coin that the young man threw out was very different.
Perhaps it could not be called a gold coin because there were no fixed patterns engraved on both sides of it. The bartender picked up the coin and saw a human face that was wailing in pain. The face seemed to condense all the despair and pain of a human, and on the other side, there was an incomparably peaceful face that seemed to represent all the happiness of a human.
The bartender put it to his mouth and blew it, then put it to his ear. The echoes were painful moans and howls. A satisfied smile appeared on his withered face.
"I haven't seen such a good thing for many years … a pure soul gold coin."
The bartender's face showed a touch of intoxication. He stood up straight and bowed slightly to the young man.
"Then what can I do for you? Generous guest. "
"Open the passage and help me hide it from the old man."
The guest said softly, "I said, I want to find some old friends to" come up. "
The bartender shrugged, picked up a sharp table knife from the table beside him, and winked at the guest.
"It's my duty to open the passage, but hide it? No, no, no, I can't hide it from those great beings. And for the sake of this gold coin, the old man has already noticed you. You'd better hurry up. "
"Pfft."
He skillfully stabbed the table knife into his own heart, smiled at the guest with difficulty, and fell to the ground. His soul floated into the air and was eaten by an invisible mouth. The young guest's expression turned cold. He turned around and looked at the bikers who had quieted down.
"My name is Blake Hart Mephisto."
He whispered. His voice had a trace of special magnetism, which made the bikers who had entered a nervous state because of the bartender's suicide feel a little confused. "You can call me 'Witchcraft'. Uh, forget it, that name is too unpleasant. Call me 'Your Highness', I prefer that name."
"You … What did you do to Old George?"
A guy with a black hood, a big beard, and a black motorcycle jacket with a devil tattooed on his forehead stood up and shouted while waving the beer bottle in his hand.
"Damn it, I don't care what your name is! Why the hell did you kill Old George? "
"Human … Rude fellow."
He did not lower his voice at all. Undoubtedly, the bikers in the bar felt humiliated. They stood up in unison and walked toward Blake. The latter did not panic. He just looked at the pattern on the arm of the brawny man with a puzzled look on his face.
"Wait, there's a tattoo on the wall next to yours. Is that a devil?"
The burly man turned his head to look at his tattoo and sneered.
"This is the legendary Great Devil Mephisto, who collects souls. He's as powerful as I am. Are you afraid? You little bastard! "
"No, no, no!"
Witchcraft shook his head and said seriously, "Mephisto's rank is the Great Devil King. He's a link in the balance of the world, and his symbolism is not to be blasphemed. We don't have a Great Devil in our world, and he's not responsible for collecting souls. That's the responsibility of the wardens under him. He prefers to transform into various forms and travel through various worlds and times. If I remember correctly, that old man's favorite time period was the Middle Ages and Renaissance Rome!"
The young man adjusted his clothes.
"And you're too weak. You're not even a millionth of Mephisto's strength. Finally … Mephisto doesn't look like this. It's too ugly."
These words left the bikers speechless. The brawny man who had started the fight felt that he had been looked down upon and humiliated. He reached out and grabbed Blake's collar, saying fiercely, "Let's go!"
"Have you seen him before? Do you know what he looks like? You son of a b * tch! "
"I've seen him before! Many times … "
Blake's eyes turned cold. He opened his arms and said softly, "As far as I know, tattoos in the human world represent worship and pursuit of something. You worship the devil, right?"
"Then kneel before the real Devil Prince!"
Boom!
Dark green flames ignited Blake's body at this moment, tearing apart his human disguise and revealing his true self in front of the stunned bikers. They raised their heads and looked up with difficulty at the terrifying being who walked out of the flames. A deadly smile appeared on their twisted faces.
"Now … do you know what the devil looks like?"
"Come, offer me your souls!"
About ten minutes later, in a quiet bar, Prince Blake sat at a table and drank with a satisfied expression. The wooden door was pushed open by a gust of wind. The figure wrapped in the wind circled around Blake a few times and finally landed beside him. It turned into a guy with messy hair wearing a furry cloak.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
This guy bowed in a strange manner. His voice was like a million gusts of wind mixed together, full of a fleeting feeling.
"Thank you for saving me from that damned Joker's prison. But I'm very confused. What do you want me to do in this weak world?"
Prince Blake waved his hand, indicating for him to be quiet.
"Wilde, Wind Demon, wait a moment. We have companions coming. I didn't sacrifice ten or so souls just to summon you."
Splash! Splash!
The sound of flowing water could be heard at this moment. The water that appeared out of thin air quickly converged into a completely wet guy. He looked at Wilde and Blake and said in a low voice.
"Your Highness, your loyal Walter is here to report!"
In the end, the ground bulged up, and endless sand gathered on the ground, finally forming an earthen-yellow puppet. Then, it quickly turned into a bald guy wearing a brown leather jacket. He was the roughest one. He sat on the chair, reached out for Blake's glass, and drank all the wine in it in one gulp.
"Saul is here … Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Everyone is here. Alright, alright."
Prince Blake reached out and asked everyone to sit down. He put his hands on the table and looked at everyone with his black eyes.
"I have a plan! I killed the border guards and came to this world because I knew some of the old man's secrets. After that damned Joker came, our lives have been difficult. So I plan to rebuild a small hell on earth in this world and completely get rid of that damned old man's shackles! "
"Hehe, the Sorcerer Supreme won't let us mess around. Your Highness, you don't know how powerful the Sorcerer Supreme is. Even your father doesn't dare to confront her directly in this world!"
The arrogant Earth Demon Saul showed a trace of fear on his face. He said in a low voice, "Unless you have the confidence to persuade the Sorcerer Supreme, otherwise I won't mess around with you. In this world, angering her is much scarier than angering your father."
"Of course I'm prepared!"
Blake didn't seem to be worried about this problem. His attitude immediately attracted everyone's attention. His Highness revealed a victorious smile.
"How many guys have escaped from hell? If they can hide in this world, why can't we? Could it be that the Sorcerer Supreme's shackles are scarier than the old man's? And as long as I get what I want, I can become a Demon King … Think about it, a Demon King who can fully release his power in this world, even if he can't defeat the Sorcerer Supreme, he can still win us some freedom … "
His handsome and evil face showed a trace of helplessness.
"Freedom? Hehe, we bad guys actually crave this kind of thing. "
Wind Demon Wilde and Ink Demon Walter looked at each other. Finally, it was the gloomier Aqua Demon who spoke.
"It sounds good, but I really want to know, what do you want?"
"The San Venganza Contract!"
The Demon Prince said softly, "That old man signed a contract with 1000 evil souls 200 years ago. As long as I get it and devour those 1000 evil souls, I can fully control the power of Hellfire. As long as we don't go back to hell on our own, that old man can forget about stopping us in this world!"
"Witch Heart Demon! Get out here! "
An old voice rang out from outside the door, and the bodies of the four people present immediately stiffened. Blake gritted his teeth, stood up, and rushed out of the door. He saw the old man standing on the sand with a skeletal staff in his hand. It was Mephistopheles, or rather, the great demon king, Mephistopheles.
"Ah, great father … How do you have time to jump out of your damn time node to see your good-for-nothing son?"
His Highness Blake said with a mocking face, "Don't I, the Demon Prince, even have the right to pursue a little personal space?"
"Among my children, you are the one who makes me worry the most!"
Mephistopheles' face was full of anger. He was no longer as calm as when he was talking to Saber. The cane in his hand tapped on the ground as he looked at the Demon Prince in front of him.
"How dare you come to this world with your physical body? Are you crazy? Ancient One only needs one finger to completely crush you! "
"But in this world, at least I don't have to worry about punishment from my great father, do I?"
The Demon Prince lost all his poise at this moment. He gritted his teeth, and the black evil patterns on his face began to spread wantonly. He stared at his father.
"To hell with the rules you set! I am free! I will build my hell on earth here, and one day I will return to my hometown, and I will bury you completely! You are old, Mephistopheles. You have lost your ambition and are willing to hide in hell and drag out an ignoble existence! I am not you! "
"I … won't be you!"
"Hehe, those who won't drag out an ignoble existence are all dead …"
Mephistopheles looked at his child and whispered, "Zeus once had the same idea as you, but the collapse of Mount Olympus, which was destroyed by the rain of fire, buried everything he had. The power of the Nine Worlds was so strong, but in the end, they were still forced to hide in Asgard! Blake, you don't know what kind of power you are challenging … Ancient One has been famous for thousands of years, and you don't know what despair is! You poor child. "
"Are you sure you want to do it?"
He asked.
Blake gritted his teeth. "I'm sure!"
"Very well, then let me deal with this trouble myself before Ancient One arrives!"
Mephistopheles' eyes lit up with magma-like flames, but Prince Blake laughed.
"You can bully ordinary people as a weak carrier, but in this world, you are no match for me! That damned old man! "
"I can't do it myself, but in this world, my warriors and my knights will bury all your ambitions, Witch Heart Demon, I will wait for your desperate return in hell! You will be imprisoned in hell for 1,000 years as punishment for your arrogance! "
"Then let them come!"
Two dark green flaming bat wings spread out behind Blake, and he gritted his teeth.
"Let them come! I will bury them! Then I will bury you! "
"Hehe … Childish!"
Mephistopheles took one last look at his child, shook his head, turned around, and walked into the wilderness, finally disappearing. His last words entered the Demon Prince's ears.
"Let me give you one last piece of advice, no matter what you want to do … Before that day comes, don't provoke Ancient One!"
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