Chapter 288 Barr's Proposal (First update! Please recommend tickets!!)
"You should have signed that contract, Solomon. Now that you don't have your name, the contract would be so powerful without it." The old woman spat at Salomon, "You could have overthrowed the Lord who is high above you. Belial wants you to do this, Mephisto wants you to do this, and I want you to do the same. Sheba favors you. Finally. You could have been the king of hell and the abyss, we were determined to seize that throne, but you backed down. Coward! Go away! I am not that soft little boy of Phoenix, don't even try to make me obey!"
"That's a thing of the past, Marduk." After the initial surprise, Salomon's expression returned to the way he treated the creatures from the outer dimension. "I will not be devout to anyone or any god. My belief does not belong to any gods and demons. I am a human being." He put his hand on the old woman's shoulder, "Transfer your will back, or I will cast a spell to expel you."
"You know it won't work." The old woman stared at the mystic with a sneer. "This is a stupid woman. There are too many holes in her soul. I can control her without much effort. My son is as weak as his mother. Even if you banish me, I can come back after you leave. Then you won't know where I am. Why don't we have a good chat, Solomon—tell me, what did the Ancient One instill in you to make you look like you are now, you seem worse than two thousand years ago."
Salomon glanced at the devil, he turned around, and helped Damon and Anna who had a splitting headache. "Go out, next is private time. Including you, Dr. Hastings, as I said, I will not guarantee your safety. If you want to die, don't come here. I am very experienced in handling corpses."
Anna squeezed the mystic's hand tightly. Salomon patted lightly, indicating that nothing would happen to him. Anna looked at the old woman with fearful eyes, and then took Damon, who was the most affected, from the mystic. She took Dr. Hastings and her brother out of the ward, and closed the heavy iron door by the way, leaving the mystic and the devil here.
"Baal, I don't have to choose that path now, I have other choices." After everyone else left, the mystic turned back and said to the old woman possessed by the devil, "It's not the one-eyed alien who is still in the future, but I don't want to be trapped in the multiverse."
"You still want to abandon the seventy-two demon gods, don't you? You have to do what you have done in the past. No matter what kind of loyalty you have, you can't keep you, no matter what kind of power you have, you can't stay. That position, hell wants it, the abyss wants it, all dimensions want it, but you don't want it. I don't think Phoenix should know about it, that crying and noisy brat, only it is always loyal to you—no wonder you summoned it first."
"Perhaps what you should explore is the face problem. I needed a character who could take care of the children. Phoenix is very suitable. To be honest, it looks much better than you." Salomon sat down out of thin air, as if there was an invisible chair under his buttocks, "You don't want my life because I traced your heir, Baal? I hope you tell me what Mephisto gave you."
"That's funny to say, Solomon." The old woman laughed. "Are you going to face Mephisto again? Of course, of course, I'm looking forward to it, you hated him before. But make no mistake, I want your life, there is no doubt about it. Also... I don't like you meddling with my son, Anna, she is a gifted child, I don't mind her being your lover. As for my son... Oh, I have never seen such a bad person, it may be This woman drank too much wine while she was pregnant with him. Anyway, stay out of my business, Solomon."
"Oh, what do you think?"
"Who exactly did you find? Before this, that thing has never been so excited." Sitting on the chair in the office, he held his forehead, only feeling that the blood vessels in his brain were being gouged by a hammer. Before Salomon came, the old woman would not react to anything except Daemon, and after many years together, Damon found a way to briefly awaken his mother's oppressed spirit. But now it seemed that such efforts were in vain, because the devil's will rose to the surface, and his mother's spirit was nowhere to be seen.
However, Anna didn't have time to answer his question. She was watching the situation in the ward through the camera.
"That bastard seems to know him." Damon didn't wait for a reply, he continued on his own, "They look very familiar... Did you hear what that devil called him? Solomon! His name is really confusing. If he is really King Solomon, that devil is his former subordinate!"
"It seems that his workplace relationship is a bit tense now." Anna could not hear the conversation between Salomon and Marduk through the camera. She could only see them talking face to face, and the specific content was unknown. "It was he who found me, not I who found him." Ana glanced at her brother, and she remembered what Marduk said about Daemon—weak, just like her mother. Anna glared at the terrified Dr. Hastings—"But I believe him." Anna said, "We can only trust him. Our power doesn't work against that devil. We..."
Dr. Hastings seemed to come back to her senses, and she put down the rosary she had been clutching tightly in her hand. "I can't let him stay with that devil any longer." She stood up unsteadily, "Your mother's condition is getting worse and worse. He's not like you, Damon, he's a real wizard..."
"You can't go anywhere." Anna pushed Dr. Hastings onto the chair, screaming from the chair legs, "I don't care what you think, Damon and I's power comes from that devil, I don't care what your beliefs tell you, that's my mother, I have the right to make decisions. Shut up, Damon!" Anna pointed to her brother who was about to stand up, "You grew up listening to stupid women, do you think your beliefs can purify your blood? We are the sons of the devil, there is no escape reality."
"Dr. Hastings wants to help her..."
"She can't do anything, so why not let the professionals come? Or is she trying to heal her with her own set - the Bible, psychology, prayer and penance? Damon, when will you wake up! Our mother... there is not much left of her, she is the devil herself!"
"What happened?" Gabriel Rossetti hurried into the office with a cardboard box in his arms. This lovely novice nun looked a little flustered. "I heard the cries of many patients... What happened?"
Dr. Hastings glanced at the screen—they had lost surveillance in the ward.
Anna ignored the stranger, she and Damon looked through the office door to the ward area, they sensed something. Right there, it was a call to their blood... This power spread with madness, and many patients who were already mentally unstable immediately began to attack. Seeing Anna running out, Damon followed regardless of his headache.
"Hiss—" Anna suddenly withdrew her hand that was touching the iron door. The door was scorching hot, and the small observation window was also blocked. They can't see what's going on inside.
"Let me do it." Damon pulled Anna behind him, staring at the iron gate, frowning. Under his strength, the door bolt began to vibrate slightly, and then, the vibration frequency became higher and higher, and the vibration amplitude became larger and larger. In the end, the iron door crashed down, and a hot smoke with the smell of sulfur rushed out of the room, drowning Damon, Anna, and the doctors and nuns who arrived afterward.
"Cough—cough—" Damon broke into the stuffy room before the smoke cleared, waving his arms desperately. After the smoke dissipated slightly, he could see the scorched marks printed on the wall. It was the pattern of three poisonous dragons. But Damon didn't have time to care about those, he hurried to see the unconscious old woman lying on the bed.
Anna asked Salomon a question with her eyes.
"The negotiation failed." The mystic shrugged nonchalantly, and hid his burned right hand behind his back. "I rejected your father's proposal. It wants you to be my mistress, but I'm married... Uh, although the engagement banquet hasn't been held yet..."
Anna gave Salomon a supercilious look.
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