The entire realm seemed to freeze, followed by mocking laughter ringing out from every direction.
Mephisto's face turned livid. "You dare? You actually dare?"
"Are you sure you want to provoke me at a time like this?" Aaron asked meaningfully. "Even if I truly can't escape disaster today, I'm still confident I can take a Celestial Father down with me before I'm utterly defeated."
"I am not some ordinary Celestial Father." Mephisto gritted his teeth. "I am the lord of Hell, the master of the Hell Dimension."
"But not its only master, right? If I go all out and fight you to the death, I can definitely severely damage your essence. Do you think Lucifer would pass up the chance to kick you while you're down and become the true lord of Hell?"
Mephisto was struck speechless.
He knew Lucifer far too well. That bastard would absolutely do something like taking advantage of another's misfortune.
Mephisto took a deep breath, resuming the bearing of an elderly gentleman. He gave Aaron a slight bow. "I was discourteous."
He was a cunning demon, after all. The words "bend when necessary, stand when possible" were carved into his bones.
"Very discourteous." Aaron dismissed him scornfully. "You were right. After killing Surtur, I lost my inexhaustible supply of magical power. But I still have a Divine Kingdom. Its people provide me with immense faith, which is another source of magical power for me. Of course, the supply can't match the expenditure. At a time like this, it can only give me enough power to catch my breath."
"You're being a little too honest!" a baffled voice came from the crimson crack. "Are you trying to die faster?"
"No, no, no. Don't misunderstand, great being who believes I am unworthy of knowing your name. What