1957 A Thug Who Only Knows How to Mount a Sneak Attack

A moment before Luke cut up the two evil spirits in the secret room, a white-haired old man in a black suit was looking expressionlessly at an altar in Hell.

Then, he took out his tablet and opened the logbook.

He found the record for Collection Point 249. A large number of suitable souls had been sent over the last time, but that had been 40 years ago.

With a thought, the white-haired old man instantly reviewed the altar and his minions.

There was nothing wrong with the altar. Perhaps the large-scale sacrifice carried out by the minions in charge of the altar 40 years ago had drawn the attention of some existence, and they had been suppressed.

After thinking of this possibility, the white-haired old man didn't waste any time. He was about to check the next collection point, when the altar in front of him suddenly lit up.

However, there were close to 1,000 altars here, and one would activate every now and then.

The souls that were sent over were automatically processed, and had nothing to do with him, so the old man turned around and flew to the next collection point.

The moment he turned around, a portal opened on the altar, and a faint golden light several times bigger than he was forced its way through.

The altar's protective mechanism was immediately activated, and a barrier was raised.

However, the power of faith in this golden light had an innate anti-magic property.

A certain guy who had too many credit points wanted to take a gamble, and he bet 600,000 in one go.

With just a little bit of pressure, the ordinary barrier instantly shattered.

The faint golden light shot toward the white-haired old man's back.

Sensing something wrong, the white-haired old man's dead eyes glowed red, and his white hair fluttered. He suddenly turned around, and a dazzling golden light filled his vision.

"Mother…" he cursed.

Faint golden light enveloped his upper body before it completely faded.

The old man's white hair suddenly settled, and his red eyes turned golden.

He struggled to finish his sentence. "…F*cker!"

His body flickered with the golden light, which cut him up into smaller and smaller pieces.

Boom!

The old man exploded into golden dust that rained down.

The utterly unaffected golden light darted around in the air, as if it was very happy.

Half a breath later, however, it suddenly turned around and stared at a small black hole the size of a pinprick amidst the golden dust.

A "comrade" was sending a request for help through the hole: D*mn, this rotten old man is strong. We're being pushed back! Backup, we need backup!

The light golden light suddenly flared before it plunged into that tiny black hole.

…

Somewhere in a remote part of Hell, Mephisto was sleeping quietly in his palace.

Some time ago, he had grown impatient with dealing with petty tasks in Hell, so he simply borrowed the shell of a certain premium soul to create a clone and give it the most basic self-consciousness and authority.

Then, the clone moved all the items in the palace that posed a major safety risk further away.

As long as this clone didn't leave Hell, it could use the power of Hell to resist the strange power that could destroy souls.

Old Mephisto had been tortured by this strange energy for a long time, and had 'personally experienced' its essence.

This was the power of faith, one of the so-called 'powers of God.'

What Mephisto had encountered, however, had been modified and enhanced by some mysterious existence. Not only was it more lethal to the creatures of Hell, it was also very hard to eliminate.

In fact, Old Mephisto was already a little hesitant about whether or not he should really seek revenge on Big Dipper after he recovered.

After all, this lunatic Big Dipper was just a hired thug of that mysterious existence.

Generally speaking, these thugs were just expendable cannon fodder.

But there were always some anomalies that would stand out.

For example, Ghost Rider, or… the Ancient One.

Old Mephisto had no idea what the upper limit of Big Dipper's strength was, but an existence that could produce this strange 'power of God' would definitely be difficult to deal with.

Old Mephisto had weathered all sorts of storms for so many years by relying on a particular technique – that was, whenever he ran into a big problem, he would immediately run home.

As long as I stay at home, nobody can kill me! That was the sort of reliable demon lord which Mephisto was.

…

In his sleep, he sensed the moment that his clone was suddenly destroyed. A sense of danger overwhelmed him, and he activated his ultimate defense.

A golden dot lit up not far away from Old Mephisto. Then, an insanely thick golden light squeezed out of the tiny black hole and shot straight at his pure black ultimate defense like a laser cannon.

Pu!

The black shield suddenly turned gray, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared.

At that moment, Old Mephisto had just jumped up from his throne. That golden light surged forward to join its comrades in a warm embrace.

Old Mephisto clutched his waist and howled wretchedly.

But inside his palace, nobody could see or hear the Lord's misery, as long as he didn't want the whole of Hell to know about it.

After a long while, Old Mephisto first fixed the hole in his ultimate defense before he gritted his teeth and sat down. He took deep breaths. "I'm not angry, I'm not angry. Calm down, you have to calm down."

As he spoke, he examined his injuries carefully, and his expression suddenly relaxed. "It's a good thing I was prepared. This ambush was ten times stronger than the last two, but my injuries aren't much worse."

At that point, his expression suddenly changed. A third time! This was already Big Dipper's third sneak attack. He simply didn't have the bearing of a mighty warrior at all. Whenever he attacked, it was always an ambush.

If this went on, he wouldn't be able to go to Earth anymore, and would have to guard against sneak attacks every day. Mephisto finally felt very uneasy.

Even someone as formidable as the Ancient One wasn't as troublesome as this guy! He cursed inwardly. The Ancient One was classy, and knew when to withdraw, and never came knocking again.

Big Dipper, on the other hand, was practically squatting at the door of Hell, ready to charge in and bite at any moment!

Did he really need to get revenge on Big Dipper in the future? Maybe… they could negotiate? Old Mephisto's thoughts went back and forth, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

He had lived for who knew how many years. It was normal for him to take a few decades to make a decision.

However, he could no longer use a clone to handle things. That 'power of God' was simply poisonous.

He could only blame himself for being too quick to slack off. It seemed he had to keep up with the times.

He took out his tablet and gave his underlings an order before he toppled over and continued sleeping.

Several great demons scattered around Hell heard the gentle ping of a text notification.