Mephisto didn't seem to notice the shocked expressions on everyone's faces. He walked over to the "corpse" of Johnny Blaze, glanced at it, then turned to look at Lu Yi.
"You killed my rider?" Mephisto asked with a kindly smile, like a friendly old man from next door.
"Yes!"
"Young people really are something. Compared to you, I'm already old!"
Anyone who believed that would be a fool!
Don't be deceived by Mephisto's aged appearance—despite countless eras passing, he remains overwhelmingly powerful. His strength is so great that even his own son turned against him.
Wu Xinmo, Mephisto's son, lived a miserable life in Hell.
As Mephisto's son, Wu Xinmo naturally held a certain position in Hell. On his father's turf, he was a complete bully, tormenting demons young and old, male and female.
No beautiful demoness could escape his grasp.
It was something most would envy—logically, it should have been the peak of his life. He didn't have to do anything anymore; he could just coast.
But he wasn't satisfied. He had his own thoughts.
For years, everyone said he was someone's son. Others looked at him with envy, jealousy, and resentment. Yet he himself felt gravely burdened—he wanted to prove his worth.
Mephisto was like a mountain crushing him; he couldn't do anything and could only place all his hopes on Mephisto… He hoped Mephisto would die soon so he could smoothly take the throne and become the strongest prince.
He looked forward to Mephisto kicking the bucket!
But in the end, he realized it was all just a dream. His father looked like an ancient immortal—and turned out to truly be one. No one knew how long he could still live.
What is the sorrow of princes and lords?It is that their father is immortal.They can clearly see the throne but can never reach it.Mortals live at most a hundred years—who knows how long demon kings can live? Thousands? Tens of thousands?
Damn it!
What should he do next? What could he do?
Rebel!
Yes—rebel!
And that was exactly what Wu Xinmo eventually did. He truly chose to rebel, and everything that followed was inevitable.
Mephisto is an ancient immortal. Anyone who thinks he might actually die is an idiot.
Lu Yi understood this too, but he had a saying:"If you really think you're old, why come out at all? Isn't retiring in Hell good enough?"
"Oh no! My bones may be old, but I'm not at retirement age yet. I have to use up whatever strength I have left while I still can!" Mephisto said calmly with a smile.
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
The two exchanged smiles, as if sharing a joke.
This left Yuriko and the other three staring at each other in confusion, completely unable to understand what was happening.
This isn't right!
Shouldn't they be fighting? After all, how could someone who killed another's Rider smile so happily, as if greeting an old friend of a different generation?
"Young man, it seems you're doing quite well. Interested in doing business with me? I have everything—power, wealth, women, strength, and more!"
Mephisto spoke to Lu Yi in an enticing tone, making Natasha and the others burn with desire.
"To me, power is like a fleeting cloud. I am a nation—everyone must bow to me. Who dares look down on me? Power brings wealth, so I naturally don't need money. As for women, even less so. As for strength—you're not capable of giving me what I want."
Lu Yi felt nothing toward Mephisto's temptations. One by one, he refuted and dismissed everything Mephisto used to lure him.
"You are quite a picky one. But your last point seems a bit questionable."
"Oh? And what's the problem?"
"I can give you the power you want!"
"No, you can't."
"No—I can give it to you," Mephisto said firmly.
"Well then, I'm curious. What kind of power can you give me? Go on—tell me."
Lu Yi feigned curiosity exactly as needed.
"How about trying a demon's body? I can turn you into a powerful demon. What's the point of being human? They're weak and live only a hundred years at most. Before demons, they're nothing but fleeting fragments."
"Really?" Lu Yi said vaguely.
To be turned into a demon?
Don't make me laugh.Never mind whether he could keep his will after transforming, or whether he'd become enslaved—his current body was already far beyond anything the so-called demon race could offer. Why take such a huge risk?
Mephisto clearly had bad intentions. He wanted to turn him into a demon to control him. Why would Lu Yi jump into that fire pit?
"No interest? Fine. Then how about demonic power?"
"No interest. Anything else?"
"Weapons of immense power?"
"It's better to rely on yourself than on tools."
Mephisto frowned slightly, then glanced at the magic circle on the ground and smiled."No, I see you've been studying magic. I've collected a vast range of magic—from ancient to modern. Interested?"
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