Chapter 1209 Teasing the Hell Lord: The Effect of Throwing a Brick to Set a Stage

boom!

The enormous dragon claws pressed down on Surtur's head, and the ferocious dragon head bit down hard on his shoulder, continuously drawing red-gold primordial energy from Surtur's body.

In his dragon form, Aaron no longer stole Surtur's essence bit by bit as he had in Asgard, but instead devoured it almost frantically.

"what!"

Surtur let out a shrill scream, and almost every moment he could clearly feel the pain of large amounts of 'flesh and blood' being torn apart.

If this continues, he will probably die completely in a few minutes and become insignificant dust in the universe.

"No, spare me... the great Nighold!" Surtur pleaded humbly.

Aaron, who was absorbing the source of energy, suddenly paused and subconsciously looked at his black dragon body.

Don't say it yet, don't say it yet.

In Norse mythology, the only black dragon associated with Asgard and Ragnarok seems to be the legendary Nighogd.

"You may have misunderstood something. I have absolutely no relation to Nighold."

Besides, even if you beg me, I won't let you go.

"Do not!!!"

Surtur continued to wail, but the sound grew fainter and fainter.

As his essence was lost, he grew weaker and weaker, his massive body shrinking at a visible rate, rapidly transforming into skin and bones.

......

The City of All Powers.

"Brutal, utterly brutal!" Zeus trembled as he pointed at the black dragon in the projection. "Truly his descendant, his cruelty towards enemies is passed down through generations!"

"I do admire him," Hades said with a faint smile. "However, his strength is somewhat unexpected. If it weren't for the limitations of his magic, his combat power would already be no weaker than that of a God-King."

"So what?" Poseidon scoffed. "With the three of us here, do you think the Greek pantheon is afraid of him?"

"Get this straight, my dear brother."

He may not be our ally, but he is certainly not our enemy.

......

“Aristem, I think you’d better think this over carefully,” Jamia said with a relaxed smile. “This child may not be a match for a god, but he’s clearly not someone to be trifled with.”

"But Tiamut..."

"For the gods, time is as plentiful as the sands in the desert."

Tiamute slumbers in the core of the Earth, and even if we do nothing, it won't make much difference if he sleeps for tens of thousands of years longer.

Furthermore, Earth's life energy has been reduced by half, which completely fails to meet the conditions for a 'divine manifestation'.

"Lets see!"

......

hell.

“I’m giving you a piece of advice: don’t go,” Lucifer said with interest to Mephisto, who had taken over the body of the Witchheart Demon. “My poor nephew is nothing more than a sub-Father; he won’t gain anything by going.”

"Just throwing out an idea to get the ball rolling," Mephisto said with a sly smile. "Not every strong person possesses the same wisdom as you and me, does he?"

"Haha! That's true."

"It's just a pity for my nephew. He's a son of hell, after all. After what you did, it will take him at least several hundred years to be resurrected."

"Raising a child is a lifelong endeavor, but using him is only a short time; this is precisely when his value is realized."

"If I'm lucky enough to obtain Gaius's body and soul, I certainly won't be stingy with that bit of Hellish essence to help him restore his physical form," Mephisto said temptingly. "His soul is an opportunity for transcendence; don't you want it?"

“I’d like to, but I’m not stupid.” Lucifer sneered and gestured for her to begin. “Please begin your performance.”

"Maybe I'll succeed. He needs this lifeline more than ever, even if he knows it's poisonous."

Given the choice between drowning and being poisoned, the latter might not be worse than the former.

......

Click!Click!Click!

The space suddenly shattered, and a pungent sulfurous smell wafted out from the crack. A gentlemanly figure, leaning on a skull cane, slowly emerged from the spatial rift.

Aaron did not stop devouring, but merely glanced at it with his dark gold vertical pupils that glowed red.

“The Heart Demon? No, Mephisto.”

"Is it that obvious?" Mephisto summoned a mirror to look at himself. "On the surface, there seems to be no difference. Could it be because I'm carrying the cane?"

"You're overthinking it. The Demon Heart I know wouldn't dare to come looking for me at this time."

"I apologize for my oversight," Mephisto said politely.

"What business does the Lord of Hell have with me?" Aaron asked, barely suppressing his murderous intent.

Surtur's essence greatly increased his magical energy; even after absorbing less than half of it, it increased his magical energy by nearly five thousand points.

However, he had no intention of taking action before completely absorbing Surtur, as this would likely interrupt his rapid growth.

Therefore, feigning compliance is necessary; he needs a little more time.

"I sincerely invite you to visit Hell," Mephisto laughed. "You should understand your current situation; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you're surrounded by wolves."

"But Hell can provide you with protection. I still have some say in Hell, and even cosmic-level beings can't do anything to me."

"Heh!" Aaron sneered, disdainfully saying, "Do you think I'm easy to fool just because I'm young?"

"Of course not, every Gaius is full of wisdom."

"Okay! Assuming what you're saying is true, what do I need to give in return?"

"A soul? You dare ask for it, do I dare give it?"

That's... backwards!

Mephisto muttered to himself, speechless, "I don't need a soul, just a drop of your blood is enough."

However, it must be blood you willingly give. Such blood is priceless; many sealed beings, even more powerful than me, would fight over it, and it can definitely fetch a good price.

"That's true, but... do you really only want a drop of blood?"

"Of course, you can completely trust my credibility."

"Your reputation?"

“The whole universe is watching. No matter how cunning and treacherous I am, I wouldn’t be so shameless as to have no conscience!” Mephisto coaxed, then handed a contract to Aaron. “You can check it. I guarantee there are no traps.”

Aaron glanced at the few lines of text on the contract, which roughly meant exchanging a drop of his blood for the protection of hell.

"How was it? Did you feel the sincerity of hell?"

“Mr. Mephisto, you really… make me feel quite ashamed.”

I always thought demons were all treacherous, ruthless, insane, treacherous, opportunistic, and ungrateful. But I was wrong... I was wrong.

“It’s alright.” Mephisto’s fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but his smile remained unchanged. “Sign the contract!”

“This…” Aaron’s dragon face showed a human-like hesitation as he stared at the contract again.

"Any questions?"

"There's nothing seriously wrong, it's just... I don't really like this font."

"I'll change it, I'll change it right away. What font do you like?"

"Besides the font, there's the contract format, quality, size, color... and most importantly, after-sales service."

Mephisto was stunned for a moment. "Are you sure you're not playing a trick on me?"

"No, I just wanted to make some modifications to make this contract more rigorous." As Aaron spoke, he exhaled a breath of dragon fire, burning Mephisto's contract to ashes.

Before Mephisto could get angry, he had already drafted a new contract.

"Let's see!"

Mephisto stared in astonishment at the contract, which was over ten meters long.

He calmed himself slightly, a red light flashing in his pupils as he read the information on the contract.

A few seconds later, several black lines appeared on Mephisto's pale face.

This contract plugged all the loopholes, and even he couldn't find any flaws for the time being. What's worse, it also had supplementary clauses, eliminating any possibility of exploiting loopholes.

"Is everything alright? If not, please sign here."

You can completely trust Gaius's credibility. I swear on my life and soul that this contract is absolutely fair.

Are you kidding me?

If he signs this contract, Mephisto will have to risk everything to protect Aaron Gaius's safety and freedom.

Even if he is the lord of dimensions, he cannot withstand the pressure from so many people of the same or even higher level.

Those guys will tear his house down along with him, and at such a terrible cost, all he'll get is a drop of Gaius's blood.

The effort and the reward were completely disproportionate; how could a dignified lord of hell possibly engage in such a losing proposition?

"Are you kidding me?" Mephisto glared fiercely at Aaron.

"Why do you say that?" Aaron asked, feigning ignorance. "This contract perfectly meets your requirements: the protection of hell in exchange for my blood."

I guarantee there are no traps, and it's even mentioned in the supplementary terms that even if you die protecting me, I will spill my blood on your body.

Even if your remains are never found, I will still erect a tombstone for you and sprinkle my blood on your grave.

Upon hearing this, Mephisto gritted his teeth; he could hear the mocking laughter of all the spectators even without using his senses.

Although the demon doesn't care about saving face, losing face in front of the entire universe still broke him down a bit.

"Good, very good." Mephisto tore up the contract on the spot. "As expected of Gaius, I underestimated you."

"Thank you for the compliment," Aaron said nonchalantly. "The education I received from a young age doesn't allow me to sign contracts with other people casually."

"Besides, your contract is really too rough."

There are just so many possibilities for manipulation; I can hardly believe this is a devil's contract. It's laughable.

“Teasing demons comes at a price.” Mephisto’s pupils turned red, and several dark auras, like venomous snakes, emerged from his body and coiled towards Aaron.

"Fierce Fire!"

Aaron pulled the Star Abyss from Surtur's chest and unleashed a slash formed from ghostly green flames.

The slash easily shattered the shadow, and green flames spread forward along the darkness, burning Mephisto, or rather, the Heart Demon's body, to ashes.

"Pshaw! He's just a fake Godfather."

"You really think I can't tell? Stop pretending."

Aaron cursed disdainfully, and Mephisto, who had just returned to Hell, angrily cursed, "Shameless! How dare he play tricks on the great Lord of Hell!"

"Hahaha, I knew it would be like this." Lucifer laughed mockingly, then added, "Don't be angry, at least you bought him some time."

And...it did indeed serve as a catalyst for further discussion.

No sooner had he finished speaking than an even larger spatial rift appeared near Aaron.

Countless slippery green tentacles stretched out from the crack, followed by a disgusting and indifferent giant red eye that smashed through the spatial barrier.

The moment Aaron saw the eye appear, his actions of devouring Surtur's essence paused for a moment. An indescribable pressure rushed over him, stinging every inch of his skin.

“Cosmic level, no, it should be Heavenly Father level, but an ordinary Heavenly Father wouldn’t put such pressure on him.” Aaron pondered to himself and quickly came up with a possibility.

A cosmic-level status and a Godfather-level power—this is the most reasonable explanation.

“The Eye Demon, Shuma Golas.” Several cosmic observers stared in astonishment at the enormous eyeball that had entered their universe.

"I didn't expect him to be the second one to lose his temper, but then again, that makes sense."

He has some wisdom, but not much.

"It's not the main body, it's an avatar."

"A celestial-level avatar—they really went all out."

......

"Who are you?" Aaron asked warily.

"The Hyperdimensional Demon God, Shuma Golas."

"The aura is ancient! It must be related to Trico Gaius..."

“Don’t mention that name,” Shuma Golas interrupted angrily.

"Alright! But at least tell me how he offended you?"

"He appeared when I devoured human ancestors in prehistoric times."

"Wait, excuse me for interrupting."

Are you sure it's prehistoric times, the time of human ancestors?

"It's not this dimension of the universe, and he was time traveling at that time."

"I understand." Aaron nodded dejectedly.

The word "time travel" is problematic from the moment it's mentioned, implying that his ancestor had countless more enemies than he imagined.

"What did he do to you?"

"He said my power was too great and that I didn't belong to that universe, which affected the ecological balance, so he wanted to seal me away."

"Didn't it fail?" Aaron said weakly.

"What you see is my clone. I fused many clones from different dimensions to form a clone that can descend into this universe. As for my original body, it is still sealed in an unknown ruin and is still sleeping."

"So you came to me wanting me to help you break the seal?" Aaron asked tentatively. "No problem, not at all."

"If I don't die this time, I can help you break the seal."

Unseal it! Sure.

However, when and how to lift the seal, and whether to seal you back in after the seal is lifted, are other things to consider.

"You've just so easily let go of the grudge sealed over countless years?" Shuma Golas said coldly.

Aaron's face darkened, and he roared, "If you have a grudge against Tricker, go find him! Why are you bothering me?"

Schuma Golas: ......

Nonsense, if I could beat him, I wouldn't need to come to you.