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"who are you?"

Even if Luke hid well, he didn't reveal the fact that he was a big guy.

But the trump card of blackjack just opened, no matter how slow Mephisto is, he should understand that the guy sitting opposite is absolutely extraordinary!

You can play tricks under your own eyes and win this round.

Not only a lot of courage, but also enough strength.

The only time Mephisto lost to mortals dates back to the time of Faust long ago.

That cunning, damned, shameless guy was able to deceive the same cunning, damned, shameless old devil mainly because of the secret help of an angel.

To be precise, it was an open and secret battle between hell and heaven.

The mortal Faust is just a pawn in the middle.

To put it bluntly, a hell boss like Mephisto sits at the gambling table and will definitely not obey the rules.

If you can cheat, cheat, if you can cheat, cheat.

If you lose, you won't admit it, and if you win, you will ridicule.

In the end, when there is no chips left, you can also flip the table and leave.

What's more shameless, it can also take back the chips that the opponent won.

This is the real devil style!

As long as you can play yin, you will definitely not confront your opponent head-on.

In the face of Mephisto, who doesn't care about face and dignity at all, he wants 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 you can still win this round, definitely not an ordinary person!"

"Mage of Kama Taj? Sithone, the spokesperson for Setorak?"

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 too strong magical aura.

Coupled with his strong physique, he doesn't look like a serious mage.

Except for the slightly handsome, handsome face, as well as the rather outstanding mysterious temperament.

On the whole, it looks like an ordinary ordinary human being.

This is the judgment of Mephisto sitting at the gambling table.

"I?"

Luke smiled, and seeing the unexpected expression of the old devil made him feel "comfortable" in his heart.

Being able to tease a wily and scheming hell lord is an interesting conversation worth mentioning.

"Just an ordinary person who is not worthy of Lord Mephisto's name remembering."

Luke replied.

"Ordinary person... If you are an ordinary person, I will treat this table as if it's - forget it."

Thinking of the cruel words he had released before the game started, Mephisto's gloomy face looked a little depressed.

For a long time, no human has dared to act so arrogant in front of him.

If it wasn't for Luke's identity, the old devil would have overturned the table long ago.

He opened his mouth wide and swallowed the soul of the opponent in one bite.

"How about another one?"

Mephisto couldn't help feeling a little distressed when he saw that Luke took those soul chips in his bag.

Those are his personal property!

"Do you still have chips?"

The latter raised his eyebrows, and he remembered that he had deprived Seth, the god of death, of his authority and occupied the other side's underworld world.

In this way, as hell, heaven, and the soul of currency in all dimensions, he seems to be able to use it.

"Try it."

Luke picked up a chip and quietly put it in his palm.

In his eyes, there was a strong black light that was difficult to detect, and the blue chip, which was equivalent to one-third of the weight of a normal human, disappeared.

"How many chips do I want..."

Hearing Luke's question, Mephisto smiled contemptuously.

He is the owner of the Hell Hotel, how could he be short of bargaining chips.

These days, human beings who are greedy and full of selfish desires have provided themselves with countless soul chips.

It's just that the above sentence stopped abruptly, and the old devil's sinister face suddenly became serious.

The guests around the gaming table stopped to discuss.

The noisy voice was stagnant, and gradually became quiet.

They sensed the terrifying aura released by Mephisto.

Humans are okay, the demons working in the casino, especially the sexy dealers who are closest to the gaming table, have weakened their legs and almost fell to their knees.

As they shivered, they guessed to themselves—

What happened, so that the hell lord was furious, unable to control the power in his body.

"Where did you hide your chips?"

Mephisto asked in a deep voice, word by word.

Losing a game, losing a chip, losing some face...that's nothing to the old devil.

He doesn't pay much attention to winning or losing, unless it is of vital interest.

Don't care about the soul chips, anyway, it will flow into his hands in the end.

As for face?

The hell lord who has been beaten by the supreme mage all the year round has no face at all.

His prestige is limited to hell.

Other big devils, dimension demons.

Most of their perceptions of Mephisto are negative labels such as "insidious and cunning" and "ruthless".

The big guy who really has "respect", "admiration" and other emotions, sorry, there is not one.

Mephisto's reputation isn't because of his tyrannical strength, but because he... always gets the most beatings.

"What should I do with the chips I won, do I still have to report it to you?"

Luke remained calm, and Mephisto's boiling anger was just a breeze in his eyes.

After the blue chip was thrown into the underworld world, it turned into a blurred and twisted shadow, and silently merged into the darkness.

In the obscure perception, the underworld world like a dilapidated house seems to have eaten one-third of the soul.

The benefit obtained is that the four transparent walls of this broken house in the underworld world seem to have filled a gap.

"The energy provided by the soul can also repair the underworld... No, more accurately, it should be able to play a role in any dimensional world."

Luke realized the point.

Those dimensional demon gods, various gods, and the two camps of heaven and hell, why do they ask for faith and soul.

This may be an important foundation for sustaining their world!

"Mephisto's Hell Hotel is of great value."

Luke's eyes flashed, and he looked up at the old devil who was close to the edge of his rage.

In his eyes, the other party exudes a green light.

Do not misunderstand.

Not the power of forgiveness.

But the color of leeks!

"Human, you are seeking your own death!"

Mephisto, whose patience was gradually exhausted, stood up abruptly.

The guests in a circle retreated one after another. They thought the old devil couldn't afford to lose and wanted to beat people, so they hurriedly called the security guard of the casino.

Clouds of hellfire burned the red suit to ashes, exposing its magma-like skin.

"It's really boring, the hell lord can't afford to lose the soul chips, so he's too embarrassed to come out to open a casino?"

Luke leaned back on the seat and waved his hand.

All the chips that belonged to him on the table disappeared and flowed into the underworld world.

"You'll regret what you've done, and you'll kneel before me and beg for forgiveness—while your soul wailes helplessly, screams miserably!"

Seeing the souls lose their senses with his own eyes, Mephisto was heartbroken, and his eyes burst out with a substantial black flame.

This scene scared the guests of the casino to run in all directions.

But any human who has signed a contract and exchanged their souls for chips cannot leave this hotel.

They turned into illusory shadows, and they were all drawn into the crystal ball in Mephisto's palm.

"It's not too late, don't be in such a hurry to dream."

Luke Shishiran stood up and no longer concealed his strength.

As he silently recited the incantation, a stream of pure white light shrouded down.

"Emperor Weishan... Supreme Mage!"

Mephisto was about to release his anger and smash Luke to ashes, but he felt the familiar force and stopped subconsciously.

Pure white light!

And the breath of Emperor Weishan!

Except for not having a bright bald head, Luke fully meets the conditions of the Supreme Mage!