Autopsy

Don't expect the Crimson Evil God to answer with something like, "Yes, darling." He didn't speak Taobao-style, and evil gods didn't try to cozy up to humans.

Su Ming only did it to lighten the mood. He couldn't let Cyttorak on the other side notice that there was a Mustache Mage here and become afraid.

Fear could be exploited, and that was dangerous.

The opening was tiny. As a Space Wormhole, it looked only slightly bigger than a golf hole. The red clouds on the other side twisted and shifted like a kaleidoscope. The energy particles were so dense they were visible to the naked eye; throw them out, and they became natural offensive magic.

A massive hand swept aside the particles, revealing the image of a colossal demon with six bull horns growing from its head.

Its upper body was bare, exposing red skin. It looked somewhat like Surtur, only larger and stronger, with energy-formed nebulae and lightning constantly swirling around it.

It was the Crimson Cosmos itself, an entity that had turned itself into a Cosmic Concept.

The enormous humanoid appeared for only an instant before the opening was drowned in more red mist. As the view was obscured, a voice with a unique rhythm came from the hole.

"A mortal?"

"Yes, a mortal."

"Interesting. What do you seek?"

"A tiny, insignificant portion of your power."

"My power exists within your universe. Go find it. Hahaha."

After saying that, the demon god cut off the connection.

Su Ming stroked his chin. Cyttorak was considered one of the more approachable demon gods. The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak were famous for their low price.

He possessed Omniverse-level power, yet he had bound himself to a Single Universe.

That was why he enjoyed distributing rubies throughout different universes. They were conduits