"The second round of the bet? What are we betting on? "
Actually, William didn't need to think too much about it. He knew that there was a problem, but there was no harm in listening to it first.
Mephisto suppressed his excitement and said calmly, "You're betting on the spatial bridge?"
"Then you should continue dreaming."
William rejected him without even thinking. "You demons can't enter and leave Earth as you wish. This world has already fallen to such a state. Do you think I'll destroy my own world with my own hands?"
"Don't you want to hear what I'm betting on?"
"Forget it." William was silent for a few seconds, but still shook his head. "I know your bet will definitely tempt me, but I'm sorry, there are some bottom lines that I still have to follow."
You have a damn bottom line, Mephisto couldn't help but curse in his heart.
But William didn't agree, so he couldn't force him.
If they were to fight, there wasn't a demon king's projection on Earth that could defeat William.
If they were to lie, after interacting with William so many times, Mephisto knew very well that William wouldn't fall for it so easily.
And if they were to succeed, what would follow would be endless revenge.
Forget it, anyway, it wasn't as difficult for his projection to enter Earth as for the other demon kings. He could also harvest more souls than them.
"I've already chased Sète back to his own territory, but he asked me to tell you that he wants to make a bet with you.
If he loses, he'll give you his Darkness Kingdom. If he wins, he'll also give you his Darkness Kingdom, but you have to give up on taking revenge on him. "
"No." William shook his head without even thinking. Although he was greedy and greedy for money, he wouldn't be blinded by benefits like a fool and let go of a guy who wanted to kill him.
If he kept Sète alive, would he wait for him to recover and then scheme against him?
And could the words of a demon be trusted? Not to mention a demon who was willing to give up his own territory.
Besides, Mephisto would definitely benefit from this. William would rather harm others than benefit himself than let Mephisto's power increase greatly.
"I'm guessing that Sète also told you that as long as you keep him alive, he'll be completely loyal to you, right?"
"Hehe, I knew you'd be able to guess it."
Mephisto shrugged. "Sète agreed that as long as he's still alive, he'll give me a part of his soul to control. Unfortunately, that old bastard can only sit back and prepare to fight for his life."
Fight to the death?
Ha, William knew that Mephisto was deliberately reminding him of the difficulty of killing a demon god, but there were many times when one did not have to do it personally.
He kicked Fischer, who was playing dead on the ground. "Are you dead yet? If you're not, then get up and get to work."
"He's not dead, he's not dead." Hearing that there was a mission, the last bit of worry in Fischer's heart immediately disappeared.
William took out a soul gold coin from his storage space and casually threw it to Fischer. "There are a hundred souls in each soul gold coin. See if these souls are useful in hell."
After receiving the gold coin, Fischer smelled the scent of souls in the gold coin. He hurriedly inhaled the gold coin and instantly swallowed all the souls inside into his stomach.
"Awesome," he exclaimed.
Looking at the demon with a mouth full of sharp teeth and a strange expression, William kicked him in annoyance.
With a "bang", he kicked him into the wall more than ten meters away.
Then, when he saw the hole in the wall, William did not reflect on himself. Instead, he used his mental energy to grab the dizzy Fischer back.
With a wave of his hand, a magic rope appeared in his hand and he whipped Fischer fiercely.
"Where is this? This is a f * cking hospital. Who told you to break someone's wall? You have no sense of civility. "
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Master, please forgive me, Master."
Fischer, who had been whipped until his flesh was lacerated, could only lie on the ground and beg for mercy. He did not dare to even think about dodging.
Anyway, he had swallowed a hundred souls in his stomach, so he could easily heal the wounds on his body.
Moreover, he had only followed William for a short period of time, but he had already swallowed more than a hundred souls. Fischer, who was very clear in his heart, was now completely loyal to William. As long as he did not lose his life, he would not easily betray him.
However, after whipping Fischer more than ten times, Mephisto did not show the slightest bit of displeasure or fear. Instead, he smiled and his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light as he watched William punish Fischer.
Since it was not effective in intimidating him, William did not need to continue acting.
Retrieving the energy whip, William cast a repair spell on the wall more than ten meters away. The damaged wall quickly recovered and no one could see any abnormalities.
He asked Fischer, "Stop pretending to be dead. Tell me, are these souls useful to you?"
"Of course, Master." Fischer, who had spent a few souls to heal himself, said excitedly, "These are souls from the battlefield. They are all souls filled with brutality, killing, and fear.
For a Medium Demon like me, they are definitely the best tonic. If I absorb a few hundred more, my strength will definitely increase by a level and I will become a true Medium Demon. "
"In the end, a piece of trash like you is still a Low Demon?"
William kicked Fischer again. Since these souls were useful, he did not want to give them away, so as to avoid directly increasing the strength of these Demon Kings.
"Go to the Crimson Hell and tell Setorak that as long as he helps me kill Sète, I will make at least a million people on Earth remember his name."
"A million?"
Mephisto, who was listening on the side, brightened. If a million people remembered his name, how much fear would he receive?
As for Sète, who did not have any territory or subjects, even if he took them as his subordinates, they would only be high-level fighters. How could they increase his own strength?
Thus, Mephisto, who was greatly tempted, quickly said, "Don't look for Setorak, I will help you."
"You?" William looked at Mephisto with disdain. "Unless you swear to the Will of Hell that you will kill Sète in an hour.
Otherwise, you should rest. I don't trust you. "
"An hour? That's impossible. Even Setorak would not pay such a high price to kill Sète just to scare a million people. "
"Are you trying to raise the price?" William pursed his lips and kicked Fischer again. "Go back to hell and find Setorak of the Crimson Hell. He's not famous, but he's very powerful. He's definitely willing to see his name spread to the world."
"Yes, master." Fischer lay on the ground and waited for William to send him back to Hell.
However, after a few seconds, he realized that William had no intention of sending him back. Fischer immediately understood that William was waiting for Mephisto to speak.
Mephisto was not so easily fooled. After another five or six seconds, he heard William's cold snort. Fischer reluctantly broke away from his disguise and planned to let the Will of the Prime Material Plane expel him back to Hell.
"Wait." Seeing Fischer's body glowing red, Mephisto knew what Fischer wanted to do.
Although he wanted to take the opportunity to raise the price, he did not want to see Setorak, who understood the Crimson Hell, become more famous.
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