Asmodeus:...
Faced with Richard's cricket chatter right in front of him, he lowered his head and pretended not to hear it.
Having uncovered Mephisto's hidden secrets, Richard's curiosity was temporarily satisfied.
He approached the Secret Passage again and began to observe it.
Asmodeus cautioned, "My lord, although this Secret Passage leads directly to Hell, the rules of the Hell Dimension Hell Dimension filter out any outsiders. If you wish to pass through smoothly, you must first envelop yourself in a soul imbued with the aura of Hell, disguising yourself as a native Hell being."
" Hell Dimension rules?" Richard raised an eyebrow and said, "At this point, where am I supposed to find a soul with Hell aura?"
"I have a demon standing before me. Are you going to offer your life to help me enter Hell?"
"..." Asmodeus pleaded with a wry smile, "My lord, please don't play tricks on me!"
"If it were someone else, I would tell them that by killing a hundred Imp of Hell and collecting their souls, they could create a Camouflage Cloak that could cover their entire body."
"But for you... you only need to extract a wisp of soul energy from the Blackheart to create a Camouflage Cloak."
Richard took out a fragment containing the Death Rule in Hell, extracted two wisps of energy, and used them to create two Camouflage Cloak.
Then one for myself, and one for Asmodeus...
Amon looked at the gray netting in his hand, puzzled. "Sir, I don't need this!"
"No, you need to!" Richard said with a smile. "To keep it a secret, it's best not to let anyone know you've returned to Hell."
He smiled, but his eyes were unusually deep. " Mephisto won't sense your return to Hell, will he?"
"No..." Asmodeus had barely finished speaking when his face suddenly froze.
" Crybaby, how dare you betray Hell!"
A sharp cry suddenly escaped his lips.
"My lord, I..." A look of fear flashed across Asmodeus's face, his expression suggesting a struggle.
"Huh?!" Richard immediately became alert.
He had only casually bluffed the half-human, half-succubus out of habit, but he hadn't expected such an unexpected reward!
He said in a low voice, "There is some kind of secret connection between you and Mephisto!"
Asmodeus's expression shifted constantly, sometimes looking at Richard with hopeful eyes, and sometimes glaring at Richard with a Wrath and angry look.
"My lord... I... my body..."
He struggled to say something, but the next second he clutched his head and screamed in agony.
"Ugh!!!"
Amon roared, his face contorted with rage, "Never... betray... His Mephisto!!!"
The next second, he regained consciousness and immediately revealed his demonic claws, stabbing them viciously into his own chest.
"I... I'd rather die than submit!!!"
Richard grabbed Asmodeus's shoulder, and terrifying Crimson Mana surged forth, instantly spreading throughout his body.
Asmodeus's body stiffened, and his eyes became blank and empty.
Richard extended his middle finger and pierced it into his skull like lightning.
"Um?!"
He instantly sensed an anomaly within Asmodeus's soul.
"Get out here!"
A fierce glint flashed in Richard's eyes as the Crimson Mana that had Asmodeus's skull transformed into a sharp scalpel, cleanly severing the abnormal part of his soul.
"Uh~!"
Asmodeus's face turned deathly pale instantly.
Richard withdrew his middle finger, Crimson Mana at its tip, carrying a struggling and deforming ball of gray light, left Asmodeus's skull.
"No! This is impossible!"
The gray orb emitted a series of shrill, ear-piercing screams.
"How did you discover Asmodeoth?!"
"His Mephisto said that Asmodeoth will not be discovered by anyone!"
" Asmodeoth?" Richard grabbed the gray orb in his hand, curiously squeezing it, and found it to be bouncy and elastic...
What is your relationship with Asmodeus?
" Asmodeus, that weak and pathetic wretch!" the gray orb of light sneered without hesitation, "He dares to compare himself to me Asmodeoth?!"
"Is that so..." Richard said with some emotion, "But why are your soul auras exactly the same?"
At this moment, Asmodeus, holding his forehead, regained his senses.
He looked at the gray ball of light with lingering fear, and said with immense gratitude, "Thank you for saving me, enemy!"
Richard tossed the gray ball of light aside, then turned and asked, "This thing calls itself Asmodeoth, what's your relationship with it?"
Asmodeus shook his head blankly. "I'm sorry, sir. I've never heard of that name before."
"That shouldn't be!" Richard looked at the gray ball of light, then at Amon, and asked in confusion, "You two have exactly the same soul aura, so you must have split from a single, complete original soul into two independent individuals."
"Soul... split..."
Asmodeus repeated blankly, his face growing increasingly grim.
"It's Mephisto! He tampered with my soul!!!"
The gray orb of light immediately screamed and cursed, "Shut up, you Crybaby, you pathetic wretch! How dare you address the Hell Sovereign by his name!"
I will tear your soul apart and devour it piece by piece!
As it spoke, the gray ball of light began to struggle desperately, trying to break free from Richard's grasp.
"Behave yourself!" Richard warned sternly, a layer of Crimson Mana Flame igniting on his hand.
The gray orb of light sizzled continuously as it was burned by the Mana flames.
Strands of black soul impurities drifted out continuously, and the gray light cluster shrank at a visible speed.
"Stop! Stop now!"
"Ouch!!! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
"Your Majesty Mephisto! Your faithful servant begs you!"
"Help! Help me!!!"
"..." Richard retorted speechlessly, "Are you a joker?!"
He put away the Crimson Mana Flame, and the gray orb of light obediently stayed in his palm, becoming utterly docile.
"My lord!" Asmodeus said gravely, "It must have been Mephisto forcibly extracted my soul without my knowledge, modified it, and used it to monitor me...!"
"I'm afraid he's already secretly reported our trip to Mephisto!"
"Hmm?" Richard's face darkened, and he looked coldly at the gray ball of light.
The gray light trembled slightly and quickly retorted, "No! Asmodeoth has not reported any intelligence to His Majesty Mephisto!"
"His Majesty Mephisto only instructed me to infiltrate the Crybaby's soul and not be discovered by him!"
"What is Mephisto's purpose?" Richard asked in a cold voice.
The gray orb of light quickly replied, " His Mephisto has bestowed upon me a special ability: the ability to silently absorb the essence of the Crybaby's soul. In just another thousand years, I will be able to completely devour the Crybaby and become the true Asmodeoth!"
Richard's face instantly darkened, and he said with a hostile expression, "I'm asking... what is his purpose?"
"If you dare to try and beat around the bush again, I'll burn you to ashes!"
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Don't burn me!" the gray ball of light cried out in a shrill voice.
To save its own life, it dared not hide anything and decisively exposed Mephisto's conspiracy.
" The Crybaby's mother, Selene, was the Moon Goddess from Mount Olympus..."
"He has half the blood of the Olympian gods flowing in his veins..."