Chapter 557

This is what Mephisto promised him.

The souls he kills belong to him.

Regardless of whether Mephisto really has an alliance relationship with Jehovah as Blood God Madora said.

One sentence.

None of his business, he never really believed Mephisto.

Whether Mephisto is deceiving or confusing him, is it important? Not important.

Only children do multiple-choice questions.

Heaven!

Hell!

He wants them all.

It was because he didn't have enough manpower before; even if he occupied hell, he didn't want to and couldn't manage the life and death of the Earth personally.

But now he can create his own race, possessing subordinates who are absolutely loyal to him.

Since that's the case, Mephisto no longer has the need to continue to exist.

How can others be allowed to snore on the side of the couch.

So...

"Old Mo."

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"Agreeing to cooperate with you is the chance I gave you."

"You must grasp it."

Hawk looks at the male Blood Elves constantly walking out of the pool of blood, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, thinking as such.

With thousands of male Blood Elves stationed in the Underworld prison, those souls who were still trying to find ways to be lazy and suffer less in the Underworld prison he carefully designed welcomed their exclusive prison guards.

One soul after another was beaten and howling.

Including Merrick who was rotting in the frozen Underworld prison.

Merrick, who had died I don't know how many times, continued to stay in place without moving after being resurrected, letting the extreme cold behind him swallow him again.

The main focus is that if you don't think, you won't feel pain.

But with the arrival of two male Blood Elves, Dr. Merrick screamed.

A male Blood Elf swung his right hand violently, a blood whip appeared in his hand, and then like lightning, it hit Dr. Merrick's face.

"Slap!"

"Ah!"

"Move!"

Dr. Merrick looked at the male Blood Elf who clearly wasn't there before but appeared now, and seemed to be stunned.

As a result, another slap.

Merrick screamed endlessly.

Alexander Pierce, who had been walking in front, even after dying so many times, still chose to walk without saying a word, listening to the screams coming from behind, shook his head, and continued to choose to hit the road without saying a word.

Hawk, standing above the frozen Underworld prison, looked at Alexander Pierce below and frowned.

Thought about it.

He didn't choose to look at Alexander Pierce.

After all—

He had given him two chances.

He couldn't give a third chance.

Hawk thought to himself, his mind moved up, and he returned to reality.

In sight.

Gwen, who had changed her clothes, walked out of the cloakroom.

"Let's go!"

"Peter and Felicia have already arrived at the church."

"..."