This time, every watcher could be certain: this plan to capture Dimension Lords had indeed been cooked up by Mephisto, one of the Hell Dimension Lords.
Of course, that was not the key point. If all they knew was that Mephisto had tested out this plan, it actually would not hurt him too badly. What mattered more was whether an even greater conflict would erupt between Robet and Mephisto afterward.
If an even greater conflict really did break out, one that affected the entire Hell Dimension, then for many dimensional powerhouses, that would undoubtedly be a good thing.
"Very well. Since you have already brought ten Dimension Lords here, I will naturally fulfill the terms of the contract and tell you what you wish to know." Amid everyone's expectant gazes, Mephisto fell silent for a while, then slowly looked at Doom and spoke.
With a buzz, as Mephisto's words fell, waves of profound power radiated from his body. Immediately after, under Doom's wary gaze, figure after figure appeared around them, nearly filling the palace.
The combined aura of these figures was not particularly powerful. At least in the eyes of everyone present, they did not count as strong at all. They could only be considered low- to mid-level supernatural beings.
However, Doom's wary expression changed drastically. First, disbelief appeared in his eyes; then came surprise. He began running toward one particular figure—and that figure was Cynthia!
"These are the wizards who once used the kind of Witchcraft you spoke of." Just then, Mephisto's indifferent voice rang out, and an invisible force stopped Doom in his tracks. "However, I regret to inform you that they are no longer who they originally were. They have already been transformed by my power and the power of the Hell Dimension. They are part of