"Will he send out knights to hunt us down?"
Behind Witch Xinmo, Earth Demon Thor rubbed his big bald head and asked with a gloomy expression. "I heard that the Ghost Riders of the past were all the incarnations of the inextinguishable hellfire in the mortal world. It is said that their strength is endless …"
"Are you scared?"
"Don't forget, the last generation of knights betrayed the Great Demon King. His portion of Hellfire has yet to return to hell. The new generation of knights won't be any stronger than him. We have the advantage in numbers!" Saul sneered. "Don't forget. The last generation of knights betrayed the Great Demon King. His portion of Hellfire has yet to return to hell.
"Aha, so you want to fight with me, you bastard?"
Earth Demon Saul cracked open his mouth. His chin and face had turned into flowing sand. "I've been annoyed by you for a long time. Wilde, come, let's fight!"
The Wind Demon rolled up the tattered newspaper and sand on the ground and flew around the gloomy streets of Houston. It looked like a strange black storm was swirling around the three of them. Walter the Water Demon was cold. He did not join in the meaningless discussion. Wherever he walked, the heat wells on the ground emitted cold air. Cold mist shrouded his body, leaving wet footprints wherever he walked.
The Demon Prince did not lower himself to join in the unreliable discussion. He just looked around. In the middle of the night, all the creatures in the city had fallen asleep. With every breath Blake took, he could feel a substantial life force twining around his nostrils. The smell of the living disgusted him. It was like adding fuel to the fire, arousing the desire to kill and destroy that flowed in his bones.
His breathing was heavy. He knew that if he waved his hand, all the creatures around him would be sucked dry. However, he could not do that. At least, he could not do that before he obtained the contract with San Venganza.
"Wilde, have you found the cemetery?"
He asked in a low voice. The Wind Demon's drifting figure appeared beside Blake. He let out a shaky laugh. "No, Your Highness. There are only these stupid buildings built by humans and those damned steel. I didn't find anything related to the cemetery. After all, 200 years have passed. Maybe the cemetery has been destroyed long ago!"
"Impossible!"
Blake denied this guess and said firmly, "Carter Slade's final resting place is here! This is a unique piece of information that I obtained. Go and look for it again! "
Wilde's ugly, constantly changing face revealed a gloomy expression, but he had no choice but to carry out the Devil Prince's orders. The Earth Demon Thor also very consciously melted into the ground and began to assist Wilde in finding the tomb. The Witchcraft Heart Demon looked gentle and refined, but this Devil Prince was not an easy character to deal with. In fact, any Devil with the surname "Mephisto" was not easy to deal with.
Witchcraft Heart Demon stood on the deserted streets of Houston. A dark green flame ignited in his black pupils. He took a deep breath. It was difficult to suppress the restlessness of destruction in his body. He opened his arms and turned to look at Water Demon.
"Walter, what do you think of this city, a human city?"
"Not much …"
Water Demon's tone was like flowing water, but it did not have a soothing feeling. Instead, it was like a torrent. "This city is so filthy. The water flowing underground tells me what kind of dark evil this city contains. It's completely different from its bright and beautiful appearance. What's inside is a rot more terrible than hell. It shouldn't exist!"
"What? Would our Devil Prince also be interested in human creations? "
Water Demon's slightly mocking tone made Blake snort coldly, but he did not refute. Instead, he said softly,
"I'm just thinking about how beautiful this city will be after it falls into a natural disaster of fire and corruption … Look at the people here. They have lost their fear of demons and hell. They think it's just a boring fairy tale. I feel that, as the future master of hell, I have the responsibility to remind them of their ancestors' fear of us … so that they know what kind of place they should be in this world."
The Devil Prince's lips curled into a cold smile.
"They used to exist as lambs, but now they are openly occupying the master's house and treating themselves as the master of the ranch. How ironic!"
"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but … Saul, that big bald guy, has found something that Your Highness should be interested in!"
Wilde's voice interrupted Blake's recitation, but since he brought good news, the Devil Prince decided to let him go. The group of people followed the moving black dust through several dark alleys, and finally arrived at the almost abandoned old train station of Houston. It was a large factory, and on the abandoned tracks were several old locomotives that could be sent to a museum. This place was located in the most remote corner of Houston. It had once witnessed the rise of the Space City, but now, it had been forgotten by the city.
The big bald guy Saul stood in the middle of the factory. Under his feet, the hard marble floor had been dug out with a special method to create a large black hole. When he saw Blake walking over, Saul raised his left hand, and a "surge" of soil lifted up an iron box from the ground. Saul opened the rusty iron box, and inside were some weathered pendants. He casually threw them aside and threw the pendant covered in soil to Blake.
The pendant floated in front of the Devil Prince. He carefully examined the pendant, and finally shook his head. An invisible force ground the pendant into something like powder.
"It's over 200 years old. It looks like a burial object. What else did you find?"
Blake asked. Saul shrugged his shoulders.
"There's nothing here, Your Highness. This place has been emptied. It did look like a graveyard, but now there's nothing here. It might have been destroyed or moved away!"
"Ah! That's really regrettable news! "
The Devil Prince's eyes flashed with a violent green flame. He suddenly turned his head and pointed behind him. "There's someone there. Catch him for me!"
Wilde's body immediately turned into a storm-like object and dashed into the distance. A few seconds later, he returned with an old man holding a lantern and threw the old man in work clothes on the ground. The old man looked at the four people in front of him in horror and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"You … you shouldn't have barged in at this time. This place is closed. If you want to visit, come back tomorrow!"
"Listen, weak human. There used to be a cemetery here. Where did it go?"
Blake moved his head, took a deep breath, and suppressed the violent bloodlust in his heart. He looked at the old man, and his black eyes made the old man shudder. He said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"125 years ago, there was indeed a cemetery here, but it was moved away. I don't know the exact location, but it was all handled by the local St. Michael's Church. Perhaps you can go there and ask if I can go now?"
The Devil Prince pulled a cold smile on his face. He reached out and pointed at the old man's chest.
"No … How can you not leave something behind when you see a devil?"
"Ahhhh!"
A blood-curdling scream could be heard from the factory. The old man's life force was being sucked away, turning into a green fluorescent light and entering Blake's palm. The old man's face became withered, as if he was about to completely turn into a terrifying skeleton. But at this moment, a small object shining with purple light rushed towards Blake's direction from afar. Wilde's figure flashed and caught the object in his hand.
"Ah ha! Someone's sneak attack! Here comes the fun! "
Blake retracted his finger. The old man who survived fell limp on the ground. The Devil Prince looked curiously at the entrance of the factory. There were a few people standing there. The young man in the middle with a cowboy hat and a cane in his hand sneered at the others.
"This is a bad example. If I were you, I wouldn't hastily reach out and catch anything thrown by the opponent. That's just too stupid."
Wilde subconsciously looked at the poker card in his hand, and then … Boom.
The purple fluorescent light exploded like a bomb, enveloping the Wind Demon's body and then completely shredding it. This was Remy Leber's ability to make anything he came into contact with explode. With this ability, even Saber didn't dare to underestimate this guy who called himself "The King of Cards".
However, Remy, who had never failed before, was destined to be disappointed this time. Wilde's body was only shredded. His body turned into several black storms, dispelling the remnants of the purple energy and quickly reformed in the air. He floated in the air, the lower half of his body looking like a breeze. His face slowly healed, looking as if it had been pieced back together.
It was extremely strange.
"What is this? Did the humans come up with some new tricks? "
Wilde reached out and looked at his undamaged hand. He raised his head, a mocking smile on his ugly face. "Too bad this thing can't kill me … How can a mortal kill the wind?"
"Don't waste time. Wilde, Thor, kill them!"
Blake glanced at Remy and the youths beside him and immediately lost interest. The Demon Prince's attention was now completely focused on the San Venganza Contract he was about to obtain. He coldly turned around and strolled away with Walter, so relaxed that it didn't seem like he was on the battlefield at all.
"Their blood, or yours, Wind Demon, Earth Demon. My new hell has no need for cowards."
Remy watched as Blake turned around and left, a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. When that guy looked at him just now, that gaze of his had given him a lot of pressure. Beside him, the youths were already rubbing their hands together. After training, Remy had brought them out to have some "fun". Saber hadn't returned yet, and Yuriko didn't care about these things at all, so the youths had set off in high spirits.
But then they ran into this situation. It was no longer a situation where they could leave safely if they wanted to. The two unfriendly guys in front of them were already charging at them. Remy Leber swung his cane.
"Go! Little wolf pups, tear these two abnormal guys apart! "
Boom!
Wilde's Black Storm was fully unleashed at this moment, enveloping the entire factory and reducing visibility to its lowest point. Meanwhile, Saul was laughing madly as he smashed his fists into the ground. The earth shook violently under his command, as if a giant mouth had opened up. A large crater appeared under the feet of the people who were caught off guard. Apart from Remi, who saw that the situation wasn't good and exploded a hole in the ground, everyone else was swallowed up amidst cries of surprise.
Remy fell to the ground and turned his head to look at the slowly closing earth. An abnormal blush flashed across his face. Wilde laughed maniacally as he pounced at him. The Wind Demon didn't follow the laws of physics at all. He instantly increased his speed to the limit, and in this situation, speed was equal to power.
Bang!
Remy's body was sent flying, three bloody gashes on his face from the Wind Demon's claws. He struggled to get up from the ground, battered and exhausted. Wilde's maniacal laughter grew even louder.
"Accept reality, pitiful mortals. You're no match for the spirits of hell! You must fear! "
"I don't know if they're spirits or not …"
Remy looked at the Wind Demon pouncing at him, the figure mixed in with the black storm. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and opened his left hand. "But if I can't kill you by tearing you into three pieces, then I'll tear you into three hundred pieces!"
Purple patterns flashed with an ominous light on the wind demon's body in a strange manner. Wilde screamed as he felt threatened. His body abruptly scattered, but in that instant, the energy from Remi's all-out attack completely exploded, wildly tearing apart every piece of wind that made up his body. The wind was then swept into the drifting energy storm, easily tearing apart the roof of the workshop.
It was like a bomb that disturbed one's sleep had gone off.
Boom!
"Ah!!! You! You! Lowly! Mortals!!! "
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