Although he knew that there was a high chance that William would not take the risk of devouring the soul of a great demon like him.
If it was someone else, Mephisto would be more than happy to have his soul enter their body so that he could get rid of his opponent from the inside.
However, he was cunning, suspicious, and overthinking things. He was afraid that William, who was already a Legendary Mage, would really have the ability to be like a demon and not be afraid of his soul being devoured.
"I swear to King Satan that as long as you release this part of my soul, I will immediately chase Sète out of my territory and will no longer care about anything between you and him."
With a rumble, the reply of the Hell's Dimensional Will was transmitted into William's ears once again.
After hearing the reply of the Dimensional Will, William heaved a sigh of relief. He had the innate talent of a demon and did not need to worry about the growth of his spiritual power.
Who knew if he would mutate after devouring Mephisto's soul and turn into something that was neither human nor ghost.
"That's a different matter, buddy. Giving up Sète is something you should do." William smiled. "If you want me to release your soul, that's not a problem.
However, you have to give me something else in exchange. For example, the soul fragment that you just swallowed, or something else. "
"Is this human that important to you?"
Hearing that William was willing to negotiate, Mephisto relaxed. At the same time, he understood that Sète and John Wick were souls that were filled with jealousy. They could forget about hugging him.
However, if he were to give in so easily, he would not be able to put down his pride. At the same time, the nature of a demon that only entered and did not leave made him hesitate.
Seeing that Mephisto was hesitating, William narrowed his eyes and the holy light in his hand became brighter and brighter. He did not hide his threat and said, "Are you going to exchange or not?"
Mephisto, whose face was starting to turn black from the burning of the holy light, had no choice but to spit out the soul fragment that had already entered his stomach. However, he once again mischievously blew the fragment directly into the unconscious John Wick's body.
William frowned as he looked at John Wick, whose body was emitting black smoke. It wouldn't be easy to get rid of the tainted soul now.
If the contaminated soul did not combine with the entire soul, William would not have any psychological burden when purifying it. After all, the part of the soul that was related to jealousy was a negative emotion.
No matter how bad it was to use Holy Light to purify it, it would only destroy the integrity of Envy's soul. For John Wick, this might even be a good thing.
But now, his entire soul had been contaminated. If William wanted to purify it again, John Wick might die or turn into an idiot.
And from now on, he would be completely inseparable from Hell and Mephisto.
Seeing William frown, Mephisto said smugly, "I've already returned the soul fragment; let me go."
William was stunned. He shook his head and sighed. "As expected of a great demon. It doesn't matter if you harm others without benefiting yourself."
Mephisto bared his fangs and chuckled. "As long as my soul isn't destroyed, nothing else matters. Besides, you didn't say that I had to give you the soul fragment first."
"Bang."
With the Sentinel Armor wrapped around his fist, William punched Mephisto's ugly face. The corner of Mephisto's mouth was crooked, and a few of his fangs flew out.
Looking at the face that was distorted by anger and pain, William smiled and said, "Sorry, I said I would let your soul go, but I didn't say I wouldn't beat you up."
Mephisto, who had been punched, was secretly happy. He pretended to be so angry that he had lost his mind and said with hatred, "Again, you useless piece of trash. Did you not eat? If I beg for mercy, I'm not Mephisto."
"Bang." After punching him again, William felt a little better and immediately reacted.
These demons were really experts at playing tricks. With a little thought, he understood that Mephisto was deliberately provoking him.
If the punch was too heavy, it would disperse the projection, and the soul in the projection would be expelled back to Hell by the will of the main material plane.
William put away the Holy Light and personally helped Mephisto straighten his collar. He chuckled. "You're going to be Satan's Devil King. Don't be so stingy, buddy.
How about I apologize and you help me expel the pollution in John Wick's soul? "
Once the Holy Light was put away, Mephisto's exposed fangs and horns quickly disappeared, and he returned to the appearance of a middle-aged man.
However, not only was he unhappy, but he secretly felt that it was a pity. He also felt uneasy because William had taken the initiative to apologize.
"Alright, alright, I forgive you. Hurry up and let me go."
"That's right, buddy." William laughed as he patted Mephisto's shoulder. This action immediately caused Mephisto's smile to freeze. When he saw William looking over, he immediately regained his radiant smile.
William also pretended not to see Mephisto's stiff expression. "Since we're friends, can you tell me how Heaven contacted you?"
"This, this, I can't say, and I don't dare to say."
Looking at Mephisto's conflicted expression, William frowned. Could it be the connection between the wills of the two dimensions?
After being shocked, William suddenly said, "How about you use the name of the Satan Throne and swear that if you have any contact or cooperation with Heaven in the future, you'll never sit on the Satan Throne?"
"I, I, I,"
"Stop 'I, I, I, I,'" William interrupted. "If you don't swear this oath, what do you think I'll think? Continue to let you, this old ghost, and Heaven work together to plot against me? "
After thinking for a moment, Mephisto easily sold out Heaven and used the Satan Throne to complete the oath.
After hearing another rumble, William did not loosen the spatial imprisonment.
Instead, he laughed with a face full of smiles. "Since it's already come to this, buddy, why don't you swear again that you won't do anything to harm my family in the future?"
Mephisto couldn't help but roar angrily at William who didn't keep his word and wanted him to swear again, "F * ck you, William Devonshire, don't push your luck."
"Look, I didn't ask you to swear that you won't deal with me, but I asked you to swear that you won't deal with my family. I've already left you some leeway."
William narrowed his eyes, his eyes emitting a dangerous signal. "Or do you already have thoughts of dealing with my family? "Don't force me to risk everything to guide the star's energy to your territory."
"I, I …" Mephisto wanted to say no, but he didn't need to say it out loud. He knew that the way he schemed against John Wick's soul had made William raise his guard against him.
Mephisto secretly regretted it. He shouldn't have forgotten that compared to William, plotting against a small figure like John Wick was not worth it at all.
Now, it gave William an excuse to grab his soul and talk about it.
Not only did he force him not to join forces with Heaven, he also had to restrain the sinister methods that the demons were good at and not make a move on William's family.
But on second thought, Mephisto suddenly felt that it was a good thing for him to let William, a ruthless person who would use a star to destroy hell, and a sinister person, rest assured.
In the future, the battle between them could also be limited to a controllable range, and it wouldn't become a life and death battle so easily.
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