Mephisto was a Hell Lord, the most powerful and cunning of demons.
He had always been suave, appearing before the world in the most elegant and respectable manner.
As though he would forever remain a respectable gentleman.
Anyone who made him look bad—
Such as the Ghost Rider who had betrayed him time and again—
Would always pay for it afterward, allowing him to reclaim his dignity.
But when he saw Leon, he could not help recalling the battle between Leon and Infinite Ultron not long ago.
That battle had affected hundreds of millions of universes.
Had it continued, it might even have endangered the entire Multiverse.
Mephisto had always kept a respectful distance from monsters like that.
At this moment, he even felt the urge to turn around and flee.
But the enemy had already backed him into a corner. If he fled, what would become of Hell?
Mephisto stared at Leon.
Putting on a fierce front to hide his weakness, he said, "Sorcerer Supreme, what gives you the nerve to violate Kamar-Taj's duty to protect Earth and invade Hell? This is a betrayal of Vishanti!"
Perhaps because he had spent so many years steeped in schemes and deception.
Mephisto transitioned smoothly into the threatening stage.
"If you do not want Vishanti to learn what you have done, if you do not wish to lose the support of the white magic faction, you had better take your people and leave now!"
This smooth little combo of manipulating human nature.
Was far too familiar to Mephisto.
Only after speaking did he realize what exactly his mouth had done.
Leon had originally intended to greet Dark Strange and JARVIS first.
But his gaze immediately shifted toward Mephisto.
"You mean you're going to complain to Vishanti about me?"
Leon frowned, feeling that