Seeing Zarathos approach, Mephisto's expression grew increasingly grave, afraid that the old fellow might suddenly attack him.
He instinctively took a step back and asked warily, "How do you intend to cooperate?"
Hearing Mephisto say this, Zarathos knew he had guessed correctly. Mephisto truly remained unwilling to let go of the Darkhold.
Since that was the case, things would be easy. With that thought, he smiled and said, "I need you to lend me the Contract of San Venganza."
"You old ghost, I knew you were up to no good. You actually set your sights on me.
"The Contract of San Venganza is a divine artifact I spent thousands of years forging, and now you open your mouth and ask me to hand it over.
"Do you take me for a three-year-old child, someone you can fool whenever you please?" Mephisto was so angry that he laughed. The Contract of San Venganza sealed the souls of over a thousand fallen angels.
Even for beings like them, it was an immense tonic. Once fused with it, one's strength could increase drastically.
Naturally, he could not possibly hand the Contract of San Venganza to Zarathos. Who knew what Zarathos would do to him after obtaining it?
There was still deep enmity between them. He did not believe Zarathos would truly set aside their past grievances.
The reason Zarathos said this now was merely because he wanted to borrow Mephisto's power to deal with Loren and seize the Darkhold.
Once he succeeded, Mephisto was certain Zarathos would show an entirely different face. Things would not remain as pleasant as they were now.
However, as the lord of the Hell Dimension, Mephisto was no less calculating than Zarathos.
He also understood clearly that with his current strength alone, trying to snatch the Darkhold from