Servants and Killing the Heart

"Yes!" the subordinates responded, turning around to begin researching information about Mephisto, wanting to find out Mephisto origins. Although they had been doing this before, the urgency was clearly greater now.

After all, they have already paid a heavy price, and may even be targeted by Tony Stark. If they cannot make contact with Mephisto, they will have suffered a huge loss, not to mention the loss of those fighter jets and the Holy See's trump cards!

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're looking for me?" As his subordinates left, the room fell silent. After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly appeared in the room. The owner of the voice was none other than Mephisto.

Robet knew that various forces were monitoring the battlefield where he was, so he revealed Mephisto's name, using the characteristics of Mephisto, the Hell Lord, to make many people call out Mephisto's name.

Robet did this not just to annoy Mephisto, but more importantly, to find out the disgusting high-ranking humans behind him.

Robet knew that finding these beings would be difficult for him, but for Mephisto, it wouldn't be a problem. Most importantly, Robet didn't believe Mephisto would even consider or spare ordinary humans...

"You! You are the Hell Lord?!" The official was an elderly man named Pruke. He trembled when he heard Mephisto's words. He tried to get up, but found himself unable to move under the pressure of a powerful aura.

Pruke himself was a high-ranking official, and he possessed an aura that was difficult for ordinary people to match. However, his aura was a complete joke in front of Mephisto.

At this moment, Pruke deeply understood that in the face of a true strongman, status was utterly insignificant. Even though he had been very Greed before, when he truly faced Mephisto, he couldn't even show that Greed in his heart!

More importantly, Pruke also possessed his own trump card, but at this moment, Pruke was no longer able to use it; he seemed to have completely lost the ability to act...

"That's right, I am the Hell Lord you spoke of, and Mephisto, whom you've been calling out. Why have you been calling my name?" Mephisto looked at Pruke and nodded with a smile. The Hellfire on his body slowly died down, revealing his Joker appearance.

Although Mephisto wasn't entirely satisfied with the Joker's appearance, the Joker's form was quite intimidating to ordinary people. So, Mephisto withdrew his power and began to slowly heal the Joker's injuries.

As Mephisto's Ghost Rider, the Joker's body, like the Joker Mobile, is difficult to destroy or kill directly. However, after being beaten by Robet for so long, even the Ghost Rider was starting to feel the strain.

Pruke might not be able to discover anything, but if Robet were here, he could easily tell that Mephisto was now somewhat outwardly strong but inwardly weak. If someone were to actually attack Mephisto, Mephisto would have no choice but to flee in panic.

"You actually knew I called your name?" A hint of surprise flashed in Pruke's eyes. Mephisto's presence here was already Pruke enough, but now Mephisto actually knew that he had called Mephisto's name. If it weren't for the fact that Mephisto had lost to Robet and was even beaten somewhat badly, Pruke would have thought that Mephisto was an omniscient and omnipotent god.

"So, what do you want by calling my name? To become my servant?" Mephisto asked with a mocking smile, seeing Pruke's surprised expression.

"A servant? No! No! No!" Upon hearing Mephisto's words, Pruke was stunned for a moment, then quickly explained, "I only want to make a deal with Mr. Mephisto, not to become Mephisto servant!"

If Pruke hadn't felt that his body was still too immobile, his reaction would likely have been even more intense, and he might even have called in his men...

Unfortunately, Pruke was still unable to move, and he was unaware that his men were unable to enter his room unless Mephisto agreed.

"Oh? You want to make a deal with me? What do you want from me?" Mephisto had already guessed Pruke's purpose, but he didn't say it aloud. Instead, he looked at Pruke and asked with a smile.

"Eternity life!" Pruke's eyes gleamed as he looked at Mephisto excitedly and said, "I want the Eternity life you speak of!"

"So what price are you willing to pay?" Mephisto wasn't surprised at all by Pruke's request, as it was exactly what he had expected. So Mephisto raised an eyebrow at Pruke and asked softly.

"A price? I can pay any price! My wealth... Oh right, you're Demon, you want life and soul, right? How much do you want, I can give you!" Pruke was originally going to offer his own wealth, but Pruke quickly remembered Mephisto's identity and hurriedly spoke up.

"You can give me as many souls as you want? How many souls can you harvest?" Mephisto hadn't expected that Pruke actually knew how to trade with him, which made Mephisto curious.

Mephisto could clearly sense that Pruke also possessed the extraordinary power of the Holy See, but not the power of Demon. In other words, Pruke must have learned about Demon through the Holy See.

"So, how many souls can you provide me?" Mephisto's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he looked at Pruke with great interest and asked.

"How many souls?" Pruke hesitated for a moment, watching Mephisto begin to raise the price. "Hmm, the souls of one hundred? Five hundred? One thousand?"

"Hehe." Mephisto chuckled upon hearing Pruke's words, making no attempt to interrupt. As a Hell Lord, he knew very well that this was far from crossing Pruke's bottom line!

Pruke's status was clearly extraordinary. For ordinary people, reaping the souls of others was a pipe dream, but for Pruke, it was no challenge at all.

After all, in the eyes of someone like Pruke, many people's lives were no longer considered lives. He had countless ways to take those lives and complete the deal he hadn't yet reached with Mephisto!

It can only be said that sometimes, humans are perhaps even more Demon than Demon. Only Hell Lord like Mephisto could calmly watch Pruke haggling, as if those people's souls were just pieces of meat to be picked over in a market.

"One hundred thousand! One hundred thousand souls, all of them are yours! How about it?" After raising the price several times, seeing that Mephisto didn't react at all, Pruke gritted his teeth and gave his limit.

There was no other way; it was a buyer's market for things like Mephisto. Pruke wanted Eternity life, so he was willing to entrust everything to Mephisto.

"Alright." Realizing this was Pruke's limit, Mephisto slowly nodded. A contract materialized between Mephisto and Pruke's bodies. Mephisto looked at Pruke and smiled, saying, "Come on, take a look. You give me 100,000 souls, and I'll help you achieve Eternity life. Fair trade, no regrets. How about it?"

With a "whoosh!", looking at the contract in front of him, Pruke suddenly found that he could move again. Overjoyed, Pruke took the contract, but at that moment, Pruke finger hurt, and then a stream of bright red blood splattered on the contract.

With a "whoosh," the contract immediately released a bright light, which then entered Pruke's body and disappeared.

"What... what happened?!" Even if Pruke was slow to react, he sensed something was wrong. He gritted his teeth and looked at Mephisto, asking in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious, just the completion of our contract!" Mephisto shrugged with a smile, completely unconcerned about Pruke's anger. He had once again achieved his goal of having it all.

"Someone come here!" Upon hearing Mephisto's words, a flash of anger appeared in Pruke's eyes. He shouted loudly outside, trying to summon his men, but after Pruke for a long time, there was no response from outside, as if his voice had not been heard at all.

Now, Pruke panicked. He swallowed hard, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and his gaze toward Mephisto grew increasingly fearful.

It was an involuntary fear. The more Pruke looked at Mephisto, the more he felt he needed to submit to Mephisto's feet, to kneel Eternity, and to become Mephisto's servant.

This was clearly not Pruke's original intention, yet it was beyond his control, for this was the power of the contract.

Pruke didn't have a chance to see clearly what the contract he signed actually looked like, but it was clear that the contract Pruke signed destined Pruke to become Mephisto's servant, and that not a single one of the 100,000 souls could be lost...

"Don't worry, I just gave you what you wanted. Aren't you going to show your new life now?" Mephisto looked at Pruke, whose face was full of fear, and shook his head with a smile, speaking softly.

With a "whoosh!" as Mephisto finished speaking, Pruke's body began to swell continuously, his clothes ripped apart with a "rip," and Pruke's face became increasingly ferocious, with even Demon horns growing on his forehead.

Yes, Pruke is currently transforming into a Demon. Mephisto granted Pruke Eternity life, at the cost of everything Pruke possessed, including Pruke transformed into Demon creature.

In Mephisto's eyes, Demon undoubtedly have a higher life level than Earthling. Mephisto's current actions are not exactly breaking his word; at least Pruke's lifespan is much longer now than before...

"Roar! Master!" After a long while, Pruke, who had completely transformed into Demon, finally stopped all the transformations. He knelt respectfully on the ground and declared his loyalty to Mephisto.

"Well, but remember to send me the 100,000 souls you promised. Also, I need you to do something..." Mephisto nodded in satisfaction as he looked at Pruke's new look and said with a faint smile.

"Yes, Master! The 100,000 souls will be presented soon. What else do you need, Master..." The 100,000 souls that had previously caused Pruke pain did not elicit any reaction from Pruke now. He nodded respectfully, kneeling on the ground like a devout believer, awaiting Mephisto's new orders.

"Do you even know who that Saiyan is?" A cold glint flashed in Mephisto's eyes. He recalled his previous setback with Robet and felt a surge of anger.

Mephisto decided to find out Robet's identity first, and then go after Robet after completing his mission on Earth.

Of course, it wasn't about going directly to Robet himself. Finding Robet's relatives and friends to deal with Robet in a more effortless way was what Hell Lord like Mephisto preferred to do. Most importantly, this way, he could not only kill him but also destroy his spirit!

Mephisto has tried countless ways to deal with Robet, who has repeatedly disrupted his Mecha, and Pruke is now Mephisto's breakthrough point!

"I have a lot of information about the Saiyan. Although I haven't found out Saiyan true identities, they have a good relationship with Steve and Tony Stark. Originally, we couldn't be sure if they were members of the Avengers, but now we can be sure they're in cahoots!" Pruke revealed all the information about Robet, but Pruke didn't find Mephisto useful.

The only thing Mephisto knows right now is that Robet is connected to the Avengers. However, Steve, a member of the Avengers, is someone Mephisto was originally meant to deal with. Furthermore, the time between meeting Steve and Robet's appearance wasn't very long, leading Mephisto to suspect that there might be some special connection between the Avengers...

"Never mind, we'll talk about it later!" Mephisto finally put aside his plan to deal with Robet and turned to Pruke, instructing, "Send 100,000 souls to me as soon as possible. This is a formation that connects me to the souls; it will absorb them automatically, so you don't need to worry..."

With a "whoosh!", Mephisto's words faded, and an evil mark appeared on Pruke's forehead, making Pruke even more respectful. But when Pruke looked up, Mephisto had vanished...