All the Dimension Demon Gods looked at Leon as if he were an idiot.
Satannish actually said he wanted to be a good person?
This was undoubtedly the funniest joke Mephisto and the others had heard in thousands of years.
They were all Hell Lords. They usually rushed to be the first to burn, kill, and plunder.
What Satannish loved most was listening to the wails of innocent souls as he swallowed them whole.
And now he was saying he wanted to be a good person?
Mephisto silently stopped the Hell energy bursting from his hand.
He gave Leon a meaningful glance, his eyes carrying the wisdom of someone who understood everything.
"I see."
Mephisto also silently appeared behind Dormammu.
Splat!
His aged arm turned into crimson demon flesh, and Mephisto's right hand pierced straight through Dormammu's chest.
His arm carried endless curses, which rapidly spread across Dormammu's body and bound him in place.
"Roar! Aaagh!" Dormammu let out a furious, agonized howl.
His entire body was shackled by curses, and he could only glare at Mephisto with eyes full of flames!
"Mephisto! So you damned demons had already planned to betray me!"
Mephisto smiled faintly, elegantly withdrew his arm, and turned back into a white-haired old man.
"Sorry, we are Hell Lords. We are demons. How could a demon's words be trusted? Even children on Earth know that now."
Mephisto's words left the other Hell Lords somewhat stunned.
Since when had they agreed to betray Dormammu?
They exchanged glances and suddenly understood.
So they had agreed just now.
Marduk laughed in a shriveled voice.
"That's right, Dormammu.
You were killed just a month ago.
Now that you've revived,
you're so weak that you're inferior even to Mephisto's useless son, Blackheart.
What right do you have to divide the spoils