"Who are you anyway?"
Even though Luke hid it well and did not reveal the fact that he was a big boss.
But just in time Twenty-One's trump card was revealed. No matter how slow Mephisto is, he should understand that the guy sitting opposite is no ordinary person!
He can use tricks right under his nose to win this round.
Not only does it take a lot of courage, but you also have to have enough strength.
The only time Mephisto lost to a mortal was back to Faustian Era a long time ago.
The reason why that cunning, damn, shameless guy was able to deceive the equally cunning, damn, shameless old devil was mainly because Angel was secretly helping him.
To be precise, it was an open and covert struggle between hell and heaven.
Mortal Faust is just a chess piece caught in the middle.
To put it bluntly, a hell boss like Mephisto will definitely not abide by the rules when sitting at the gambling table.
If you can cheat, cheat. If you can cheat, cheat.
If you lose, you won't admit it, and if you win, you'll make fun of it.
In the end, if you run out of chips, you can flip the table and leave.
What's more shameless, you can also take back the chips won by your opponent.
This is the true devil style!
As long as you can play dirty, you will never confront your opponent head-on.
Facing Mephisto who doesn't care about face or dignity at all, I want to win him.
Unless the opponent is of equal strength and can prevent the old devil from playing tricks, it is impossible.
"You know my name and can win this round, you are definitely not an ordinary person!"
"Kamar-Taj's mage? Chthon, Cyttorak's spokesperson?"
Mephisto had a gloomy face and kept asking questions.
He didn't expect that he would capsize in the gutter.
The young human sitting opposite did not reveal an overly strong magical aura.
In addition, he is physically strong and does not look like a serious mage.
In addition to that slightly handsome face, and a rather outstanding mysterious temperament.
Overall, he looks like an ordinary human being.
This is Mephisto's judgment when he sat at the gambling table.
"Me?"
Luke had a smile on his lips. Seeing the old devil's unexpected expression made him feel "comfortable" in his heart.
Being able to tease the wily and scheming Hell Lord is an interesting conversation piece worth mentioning.
"Just an ordinary person whose name is not worth remembering by Your Excellency Mephisto."
Luke replied.
"Ordinary people... If you were an ordinary person, I would treat this table as if it were - forget it."
Thinking of the cruel words he said before the game started, Mephisto's sinister face looked a little depressed.
It had been a long time since any human had dared to act so arrogant in front of him.
If he hadn't been unable to figure out the identity of Luke, the old devil would have overturned the table long ago.
Open your mouth with blood and eat the opponent's soul in one bite.
"How about another one?"
Mephisto couldn't help feeling a little sad when he saw Luke pocketing those soul chips.
Those are all his private property!
"Do you still have chips?"
The latter raised his eyebrows, and then he remembered that he had deprived Set of his authority and occupied the other party's Netherworld.
In this way, he seems to be useful as the soul of hell, heaven, and currency in various dimensions.
"Try it."
Luke picked up a chip and put it quietly into the palm of his hand.
An imperceptible rich black light flashed in his eyes, and the blue chip, which was equivalent to one-third of the weight of a normal human, disappeared.
"I can get as many chips as I want..."
Hearing Luke's question, Mephisto smiled contemptuously.
He is the boss of Hell Hotel, how could he lack chips.
These days, greedy and selfish humans have provided themselves with countless soul chips.
However, the above sentence stopped abruptly in the middle of saying it, and the old devil's sinister face suddenly became serious.
The guests gathered around the gambling table all stopped to discuss.
The noisy voices stopped and gradually became quiet.
They sensed the terrifying aura released by Mephisto.
Humans were okay, but the demons working in the casino, especially the sexy croupier who was closest to the gaming table, had their legs weak and almost fell to their knees.
While trembling, they secretly guessed——
What happened that made Hell Lord furious and unable to control the power in his body.
"Where did you hide the chips?"
Mephisto asked in a deep voice, word for word.
Losing a game, losing some chips, losing some face... this is nothing to the old devil.
He doesn't pay much attention to winning or losing unless his vital interests are at stake.
He doesn't care about the soul chips, they will all flow into his hands in the end anyway.
As for face?
Hell Lord, who has been beaten violently by Sorcerer Supreme all year round, has no face to speak of.
His prestige is limited to hell.
The other big devil, Dimensional Demon God.
Most of their perceptions of Mephisto include negative labels such as "sinister and cunning" and "ruthless".
Sorry, there are no big guys who truly have emotions such as "respect" and "admiration".
Mephisto's reputation is not because of his strength, but because he... always gets the most beatings.
"What should I do with the chips I won? Do I still have to report to you?"
Luke remained calm, and the boiling anger that Mephisto burst out seemed to him like just a breeze blowing on his face.
The blue chip was thrown into Netherworld and turned into a blurry, twisted shadow, blending into the darkness silently.
In the vague perception, Netherworld looked like a shabby house, as if it had eaten one third of the soul.
The benefit obtained is that the four transparent walls of Netherworld's dilapidated house seem to have filled a gap.
"The energy provided by the soul can also repair Hades... No, more accurately, it should be able to work in any dimensional world."
Luke realized the key point.
Why do those Dimensional Demon God, various pantheons, and the two camps of heaven and hell demand faith and souls.
This may be an important foundation for maintaining their world!
"Mephisto's Hell Hotel is of great value."
Luke's eyes flashed and he looked up at the old devil who was on the verge of becoming furious.
In his eyes, the other person's whole body exuded a green light.
Don't get me wrong.
Not the power of forgiveness.
But the color of leeks!
"Human, you are seeking death!"
Mephisto, whose patience was gradually exhausted, stood up suddenly.
The guests who formed a circle retreated one after another. They thought that the old devil could not afford to lose and wanted to hit someone, so they quickly called the casino security.
Balls of Hellfire flames burned the red suit to ashes, exposing the lava-like skin.
"It's so boring. Hell Lord can't afford to lose this little soul chip, so why do you have the nerve to come out and open a casino?"
Luke leaned on the seat and raised his hand.
All his chips on the table disappeared and flowed into Netherworld.
"You will regret what you have done, and you will kneel before me and beg for forgiveness - when your soul lets out a helpless wail and a miserable scream!"
Seeing those souls lose their senses with his own eyes, Mephisto was heartbroken, and his eyes burst out with black flames that were as real as they were.
This scene scared the casino guests and caused them to run in all directions.
However, humans who have signed a contract and exchanged their souls for chips cannot leave this hotel.
They turned into illusory shadows and were all drawn into the Crystal ball in the palm of Mephisto.
"It's not late yet, don't be so anxious to dream."
Luke Shi Shiran stood up and no longer concealed his strength.
As he silently recited the incantation, streams of pure white light enveloped him.
"Vishanti...Sorcerer Supreme!"
Mephisto was about to unleash his fury and crush Luke to ashes, but when he felt the familiar power, he subconsciously stopped.
Pure white light!
There is also the smell of Vishanti!
Except for not having a shiny bald head, Luke fully meets the conditions of Sorcerer Supreme!