Chapter 179 Mephisto

"Ant, you have a good soul."

Mephisto looked down at the totem pole in front of him, on which was tied a severely injured and almost unconscious human. This was naturally Olvera who failed to break through. Lan Wu had just escaped, and the dozen soul wizards had already launched a demon sacrifice in anger.

Eighty percent of the soul hunters present were torn apart by the powerful magic on the spot and exploded into a pile of minced meat. The smelly minced meat mixed with dark red blood was scattered all over the area.

Attracted by the magic contained in the flesh and blood of nearly 20,000 soul hunters, a passage was opened and one of Mephisto's clones was summoned out.

Ovila had not fully recovered. Affected by Mephisto's magic, he was defeated by the soul hunters coming from all directions and was unfortunately seriously injured and captured. Fortunately, the soul wizard summoned Mephisto's clone through the demon sacrifice, and more sacrifices were needed. So he was sent to Mephisto.

"Barbara, it's a pity that I didn't see you recover." Olvera's heart was calm, with only a slight regret. He didn't even raise his head, and treated Mephisto as air. He could see that the King of Hate in front of him was not actually strong, and was even weaker than the Mephisto he had killed when he followed Barbara into the Trawinkel Temple. Unfortunately, although this clone was weak, it was a terrible magic with infinite hatred. Affected by the hatred in his heart, he was swarmed by soul hunters and was unfortunately seriously injured and captured.

"Interesting ant." Mephisto laughed strangely, and looked at the human with extraordinary magic in front of him with great appreciation.

At this time, the dozen soul wizards came up with a flattering smile, holding a short bone knife in their hands. They secretly looked at Mephisto's face and carefully surrounded Olvera. Seeing that Mephisto was not displeased at all, they immediately stripped Olvera naked.

"Damn it." Olvera was about to explode with anger. He could accept death, but he could not accept such a humiliating death. He struggled with the last bit of strength in his body, but he was tied up so tightly that he had no power to break free. He could only watch himself being stripped naked by these dwarf wizards.

"I want his soul, don't hurt his body. I don't need a sacrifice with only soul but no body." Mephisto laughed loudly, and his voice rumbled over the tribe that seemed particularly empty.

Hearing Mephisto's order, the soul wizards were so excited that they danced and gathered together again, as if discussing how to take action to meet the needs of the demon god.

"Hurry up, you know the consequences of angering me, lowly demonized creatures." Mephisto was angry when he saw that these soul wizards were slow to act.

The roar of the demon god swept over with the demon god's spiritual pressure, scaring these soul wizards to end the discussion quickly. Sacrifice is not only to defeat a difficult opponent, but also a necessary means to flatter the demon god. The demon sacrifice was a failure because the demon god was angered. Not only did they not get any benefits, but they also lost nearly 20,000 people.

Under the pressure of Mephisto, the soul wizards reached a consensus. They picked up the bone knives at the same time, treated Olvera as a piece of wood, and carved strange patterns on his skin.

This is the magic pattern that imprisons the soul. Carving this magic pattern on human skin can completely imprison the human soul in the body, and it can also make it easier for Mephisto to accept the human soul.

Olvera clenched his teeth. There was no blood on his face. Big drops of cold sweat oozed out, mixed with blood to dye his body red. He refused to show cowardice in front of Mephisto. He knew very well that once his willpower collapsed, even the gods could not save his soul from Mephisto.

Mephisto used his own hatred to control the souls, and used special means to use these souls controlled by him to manipulate their bodies to work for him. The Horadrim sealed it in the Temple of Travinkel, preventing it from leaving the temple.

After waking up, it used its magic to control the monks who were responsible for guarding the temple and monitoring it. Then it used these puppets to kill the high priest and gained incomplete freedom until its brother Diablo came and freed it from the Soul Stone. But the seal of the Horadrim was still there. It could move freely inside the temple, but still could not leave the temple. So it improved the demon sacrifice and taught it to the puppets it controlled, using this method to temporarily leave the gloomy and oppressive temple.

Being imprisoned in the temple without sunlight for many years made Mephisto more extreme. In the following thousands of years, it frantically controlled souls and tried its best to expand its power. Compared with its brothers Diablo and Baal, it has the strongest control over its subordinates. No demon has escaped its control so far.

Olvera knew the secret of Mephisto's control of the soul. He would rather destroy his soul than become a puppet for Mephisto to drive. Unfortunately, he was seriously injured at this time and couldn't even break free from the ropes on his body, let alone destroy his soul.

"I'm sorry, Barbara, I... I can't control my own destiny anymore. Goodbye." Olvera closed his eyes in pain. He was also the one who followed Barbara to meet the Archangel Tyrael, and knew a little bit of secrets that ordinary people didn't know.

Death is not the end of human beings. I learned from Tyrael that human souls still exist after death. The stronger the strength during life, the less likely the soul will dissipate. It is even possible to be summoned by the necromancer and sign a soul contract. So he is not afraid of death. He firmly believes that he can guarantee that his soul will not dissipate after death, and will be summoned as a skeleton by the necromancer. That way he will have a chance to see Barbara again. But now the soul is about to fall into Mephisto's hands, which can be regarded as real death.

It took dozens of minutes for these soul wizards to carve the magic pattern and retreat respectfully to the tribe. They led the remaining soul hunters to crawl in front of Mephisto, chanting the ancient hymns, inviting the demon Mephisto to enjoy this sacrifice.

"I received your sincerity." Mephisto laughed and reached out to grab the totem pole.

Sensing the flow of air around him, Olvera shed two lines of hot tears in pain. Once his soul was taken out of his body by Mephisto, he became a puppet who obeyed Mephisto's orders and had no memory of the past. Unconsciously, he could not help but feel a strong hatred for Mephisto from the depths of his soul.

"Ant, I smell the hatred in your soul." Mephisto's big hand stopped in front of Olvera's head, with an intoxicated look on his face. Hatred is its favorite food. It is happy to give this sacrifice more hatred.

At this moment, a huge meteorite suddenly formed above its head and fell down with a bang.