Hell dimension.
Like the dream hell, a huge palace stood in the center of the high-altitude gray-white continent.
The palace was made of black rocks and lava, with black flames lingering on its surface, always exuding an aura of evil and darkness.
It was Mephisto's palace.
Deep in the palace, it was still like the dream hell. In the center of a sea of blazing lava, Mephisto sat on his throne.
But unlike the dream, at this moment Mephisto was frowning and looking at his Book of Hell.
Some time ago, he had united with several beings of the same level to prepare to deal with the Sorcerer Supreme.
As a result, there were seven or eight gods when they went, but only three came back.
Most of the gods were lost at the hands of the Sorcerer Supreme.
In other words, almost everyone who had joined the attack was now dead.
Only those who were more cautious, like Mephisto, had chosen to split their souls and carry a large amount of origin power to fight.
The result was naturally the same—life was lost on the spot, and the origin power was taken away.
Mephisto was lucky enough to save his life, but a lot of the origin power of his regional dimension was missing. To say he was hit hard would be an understatement.
He was now thinking about how to use the Book of Hell to generate more origin power in his regional dimension as soon as possible and restore his strength.
Of course, he also tried every means to gain power from the outside world.
For example, contacting some fallen sorcerers and trying to get back part of the origin power from them or through their channels.
However, these were merely stop-gap measures, but he didn't care.
What he was thinking now was whether to start a dimensional war and fight with other hell dimensions to grab whatever power he could.
After all, he was a veteran god. Even if he had lost a lot of dimensional origin power, he was still confident that he could gain the upper hand in battles with gods who were not skilled in combat.
If that didn't work, he could still use strategic blackmail.
After all, the news that he and the others had suffered a loss from the Sorcerer Supreme had not yet spread.
In the impression of other gods, he was famous for being cunning and cruel.
This was something he was proud of.
In order to avoid dimensional warfare as much as possible, some gods might choose to pay some compensation.
This was not impossible.
As his thoughts turned, various strategies appeared in Mephisto's mind.
Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!
He tapped his fingers lightly on the Book of Hell in front of him.
Mephisto was lost in thought.
No matter what, he decided, he would start a new bloody battle in hell first and raise a few demons with good combat power to serve as his vanguard.
As the plan gradually formed in his mind, Mephisto made up his mind.
There was no hesitation, and just when he was about to start a bloody battle with the help of the Book of Hell...
Suddenly...
Puff!
In an instant, Mephisto spat out a mouthful of black blood and his face became extremely ugly.
"Gilderoy Lockhart!"
His own soul on earth was destroyed again, not by the Sorcerer Supreme, but by an ordinary Sorcerer.
Yes, except for the Sorcerer Supreme, the other sorcerers were not worth mentioning in the eyes of Mephisto.
After all, they relied on the power of Vishanti. To put it bluntly, they were merely followers of Vishanti.
Except that there was eternity behind this Sorcerer Supreme.
Mephisto really didn't care about anything else.
But...
Indeed, thinking back to the scene where his soul was separated and destroyed, Mephisto became more puzzled.
He closed his eyes and continued to dig out the remaining memories of the last moments.
The original power of dreams, the unlucky god of nightmares.
It was normal to have an effect on someone like himself.
But if he had been in danger, he should not have failed to react.
Yet his death had been silent. If he hadn't been alert, he might not have known anything at the moment of death.
This kind of power could not be possessed by ordinary sorcerers, but it was possible for the Sorcerer Supreme to wield such power.
Gilderoy Lockhart!
What was so special about him?
Suddenly, Mephisto thought of Dormammu, the God of Darkness.
That one was the same as himself, because he was cautious and did not fall into the hands of the Sorcerer Supreme.
Yes, he had been quite concerned about Lockhart.
This guy was naturally greedy and could never be tempted to act without profit.
There must be something secret about Lockhart, and it was probably quite significant.
Thinking of this, Mephisto's eyes showed greed.
Castle ruins at dusk.
Two colorful phantoms, Wanda and Arnold, slowly flew toward him, while the fallen sorcerer David opposite him cast various chaotic magics.
As the dark chaotic magic continued to boil, various attacks passed through the two phantoms.
However, it seemed that the two were not in the same space at all.
No matter how David tried his best, he did no harm to Wanda and Arnold at all.
Seeing the two getting closer and closer, he retreated quickly, trying to obstruct them in every possible way, but without any success.
His face turned ugly, and he turned to look at Mephisto not far away.
He discovered that Lockhart and Mephisto were looking at each other, motionless.
David's thoughts were spinning, and his transformed mental power seemed to be conveying some bad premonition to him.
This time, he had roped in Mephisto because he also wanted to take the opportunity to teach the sorcerers of the London Sanctum a lesson.
After all, both parties were now cooperating. In any case, Mephisto had to show some sincerity when he called for the first time.
If they could take the opportunity to kill Lockhart, that would be great.
In any case, with the existence of this king of hell, although it was only a clone, he believed that the sorcerer who attacked this time would definitely not achieve good results.
However, the battle situation in front of him surprised him.
There were only three people attacking.
And every one of them was so strange.
Looking at the two colorful phantoms flying towards him, David couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Forget it, he thought, let's retreat first.
Trust Mephisto, he will definitely not disappoint.
Calling on the power of the source of twilight, he used his originally prepared backup plan. Dark yellow light flashed, and David's figure slowly disappeared.
However, the moment he disappeared, David's eyes widened, and while he was shocked, he couldn't help but feel a hint of anger.
He actually saw Mephisto's body turn into fly ash and slowly disappear.
Opposite him, Lockhart had a smile on his face.
Damn it, this king of hell couldn't be such a pushover, so how did Lockhart manage to deal with him?
How powerful was this Lockhart?
After all, Mephisto was also a veteran king of hell!
Thoughts flashed across his mind, and he felt a little lucky. He had to leave, afraid that he would end up like Mephisto.
At this moment, Lockhart turned his head and glanced at David, who had disappeared.
Snort!
The other party was lucky and ran away in time, otherwise, David would have learned what a fate worse than death truly meant.
However, when he thought about the massive memories that the system had just instilled into his mind, Lockhart smiled happily.
Different from Dormammu's split soul and its incomplete memory, thanks to the system, Mephisto's memory was quite complete.
Not only did he now possess various secrets between the dimensional gods, but more importantly, he had obtained from Mephisto's memory...
The key to becoming a dimensional god!
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