MTL - The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel-Chapter 671 38 This is no longer an ordinary rebel, it must be

  Chapter 671 38. This is no longer an ordinary rebel, and he must punch hard! Hell air loses, assemble!

   "Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much!"

  Hard screams sounded from the black castle in the dimension of hell. In the crimson magma pool with floating bubbles, the always decent Mephisto was howling and rolling on his warm "bed".

  He was so embarrassed that even the coolest goatee in his most precious Nine Realms was stained with magma, he just couldn't see it.

  It hurts so much!

   It was as if a piece of meat had been forcibly pulled out of the body, and it was like the heart, heart, and liver were all burnt.

   It stands to reason that a devil cannot be afraid of pain. He should, like all other devils, swallow pain like bread and sauce for tonight's dinner.

But here lies the problem. The bond between the three mentors and him is too deep. Through the connection between power and soul contract, they almost become the spokesperson and incarnation of the old devil in the material world. That is beyond the meaning of existence. Therefore, when they die, they will not only be fed back with weakness, but also with irresistible pain.

  The pioneering mentor is dead!

   Ciri is dead!

   The pain of feedback this time was even higher than the death of the warlock before. After all, Mephisto was still asleep at that time, and his perception was more or less dull, but this time it was too clear.

  It's like someone hit you **** the bridge of your nose and then kicked your precious balls. Tears and snot are flowing. That's just the basic feeling.

   "You ruthless little **** is really good at it! Fuck, this devil has missed his eyes, you are a big deal"

   While cursing, Mephisto let his twitching body get up from the magma pool.

  The feeling of weakness is still there.

  Although the part of the **** power endowed to Ciri is returning to the body, the loss caused by the extinguishing of a good candle is much higher than such a little "primitive investment".

Itlegan had introduced this classic and ancient soul contract to Mason in detail a long time ago. The process of making the spokesmen into candles has always been a way to strengthen both sides of the support. There is no mess of power seeds and breaking ground. Power as harvesting that wicked association.

  Mephisto's goal is to transcend and not simply be powerful, so the old devil does not do things that harm others and benefit himself.

  He sat back on his throne of hell, raised his head and glanced out, the coalition of heroes who had invaded his own dimension from the material world had crossed the Scorched Plain like a bamboo, and were advancing towards his dark throne.

  The Evil Knights are blocking them, but these burning **** knights work as usual and do nothing.

  This situation was expected by the old devil, so he didn't panic.

As long as those candles are still there, the existence of the old devil is above all kinds of rules. It is not impossible to kill him without extinguishing the candles and making him extremely weak, but with the power possessed by these coalition forces, it is obvious Can't do that.

  He is indeed not detached, but the continuous support from the worlds that have been planted with the seeds of divinity has brought him closer and closer to that level.

  He may suffer defeat, but death?

   Tch, that is out of reach.

  As far as the devils are concerned, if death has been eliminated as an option in advance, it means that they can continue to prolong the game until both sides get tired of playing it.

   "Maybe it's time to spice up you cuties."

   Mephisto on the throne has already felt the strong threat from Mason, and the feeling of needle-like pressure on his heart made the old devil decide to activate his deep-buried bomb.

  When he saw the failure of Old A's death trap, he also realized that things might have gotten out of control, but unlike Old A who was in panic all day long, His Excellency Fate obviously had more confidence in facing this kind of challenge.

   Just like his previous claim.

  He will have another solo game with Mason.

   "I have given you the method to defeat me. This is a big deal, everyone. Of course, you need to pay some 'insignificant' price for victory."

  Amidst Mephisto's gloomy grin, he activated the soul contract of the Star Society.

  Countless clusters of lit candles floated in front of the old devil's eyes, and his figure and his voice also appeared in the hearts of all the members of the Constellation at this moment.

In a bar in a remote world in a distant plane, a group of B-level personnel who were resting here were still discussing the sudden martial law of Fort Stars and the grand cause that Mason was promoting, but they all stopped in the next moment. Everyone seemed to be struck by invisible lightning, and they all heard the gloomy and weird voice.

  "Members of the Constellation, the pioneers of the dark star sea, and the hounds of fate, you may know the true meaning of the devil tattoo on your arm, maybe you are still kept in the dark, but this is meaningless.

   No need to cover up anymore, folks.

  I am Mephisto, the Lord of Destiny in your mouth, the person who made a contract with you, the person who gave you strength, and the person who united you in the chaotic era of shock.

  Your contract represents a terrible curse, through the transfer of power will generate candlelight, and once the flame is extinguished you will blow the candle and draw the wax.

  All the opposition represented by strong and weak, wisdom or stupidity, justice and meanness will become meaningless when such a candle is blown out.

   And now!

   Right now!

  A group of righteous men of noble character and great sentiment have stepped into my kingdom and tried to kill me to give you true and eternal freedom.

   But sadly, as long as there is a candle burning, I will never die.

   You may wish to guess, in order to get rid of me, what kind of choice will those righteous people make?

   And the most tragic thing for me, the one who was crusaded, is that the secret room where I hide everyone's candles has been found, in the Fort of Stars

  My existence and yours are tied to those candles, and I will give you the choice, my dear hounds.

  You can blow out your candles with fearless courage and will to send me to death, or you can take away your candles and keep them privately in order to survive.

   This is your right, and no one can interfere with this process.

go Go!

  Go to that place to get your life back, please remember, my dear hounds, the fate of a person should always be in his own hands.

Wish me luck.

   Good luck to you too.

  Love comes from your leader, Lord Fate.

  May every sacrifice please the dark stars and light our way forward”

  The gloomy voice disappeared at this moment, and the phantom that accompanied the voice in the hearts of every member of the Constellation also disappeared.

  They may not believe the truth revealed by the old devil himself, but the tens of thousands of candles flickering in those pictures really strangled everyone's heart at this moment.

  When the first bottle of drink fell to the ground in this lively bar, many people suddenly got up.

  They looked at each other with complex expressions in their eyes.

When everything is going well, everyone can be a good person, but when it comes to their own interests, when choosing to be a good person means that they may die, then the risk of doing good deeds is raised to an intolerable level .

   It's not even about morality, it's about human nature and instinct.

   No need to be called.

  When the first female ranger grabbed her war bow and walked out of the bar silently, the rest of the people took steps. After just a dozen seconds, there were only a few people left in the lively bar.

   "Hey, why don't you go?"

  The pessimistic and world-weary female bartender with a fiery figure in the classic character set wiped the table, and asked a bearded B-level personnel lying on the bar counter and still drinking wine:

   "I think they seem to be going to do some big things, and it seems to be related to everyone, don't you care?"

   "Why should I go?"

  The unshaven guy raised his head and said drunkenly:

  "They're just asking for trouble. A pioneer who can reach the B level will not be an idiot. If you think about it casually, you know that this is a ghost trick by Mephisto to provoke the civil strife among the stars.

  They know this, but they still fear that they will be the "price" that the righteous will pay when they slaughter the evil.

   Well, I will admit that the candle did make me a little sad.

but."

  He drank a large glass of wine with his head up, wiped his mouth again, and said:

   "But I'm still alive, aren't I? They didn't intend to blow out the candles to kill the devil, and if I go to Starsburg right now, it's going to be an accomplice to the good guys.

  Although I am not a good person, I will not do this kind of thankless work. "

   This sentence made the female bartender who wiped the bar blink, and she said:

   "Then you are so willing to put your life in the hands of a group of people you don't even know? What if, I mean what if they really decide that overthrowing evil is more important than protecting life?

  Aren't you afraid of death? "

   "I'm afraid, but I trust Team K."

  The bearded man shrugged and touched the wound on his neck again, which was the wound that almost tore the throat. He stroked it and said:

   "I've followed **** warlocks into their world and done some really, really bad things there.

I have seen with my own eyes that Lord Mason pushed himself into a desperate situation in order to save us invaders. He saved thousands of people in a few seconds. I should have died miserably under the neutron extermination by the **** council , but I survived.

   I owe them my life.

   Paying them back now is no big deal.

   And you know what?

We hounds have seen all kinds of bad things and tragedies across the world, and our nerves have long been tempered as rocks. We seldom believe in such things as truth, goodness and beauty in this era. However, no matter how bad the **** is, he will I hope that someone will show up and give him a hand when he is heading towards self-destruction.

   And that day, I met a really nice guy.

  He cherishes it to the extent that it is as rare as me accidentally killing a whale while racing in the desert.

I believe in him.

  When hypocrisy and chaos become the norm, sincerity and kindness are the deadliest nirvana, so I believe in him and am willing to entrust my life to him.

that's all."

   "But you know it's evasion, right?"

  The female bartender turned around and poured a glass of wine and put it in front of the bearded man with a bang. She lay down on the bar and said to her guests:

   "This is not the war of the K team, this is the war of each of you, and every member of the Constellation must participate, whether you like it or not.

  You said that you don’t want to be an accomplice of the villains and choose to stand by, but when justice and evil are fighting to the death, you choose to watch a drama, which must be neutral.

   Entrusting everything to others is easy to say, but in fact it’s just digging a hole and burying your head in it, pretending that everything is fine, pretending that you didn’t hear the bullets passing over your head.

  You either do something good or you do something bad.

  Doing nothing is not an option.

  You can't escape.

  Now, drink me this free drink, grab your guns and go to Starsburg to help the good guy you want. "

   "Hey, you're not from the Stellaris, why are you so excited?"

  The bearded man stared at the female bartender in front of him. The latter shrugged, took out a poster of Mason from under the cabinet, and slammed it in front of the bearded man, saying:

   "I'm a fan of Lord Mason, okay? Who wouldn't like such a sunny and handsome hero? If you can come back alive, remember to ask for an autograph for me.

  I'm going to hang him in the most obvious place in the bar. "

   "This is desperate!"

  The bearded man drank the glass of wine angrily, and said:

   "Just a glass of wine and get rid of me? The life I managed to get back is too cheap, isn't it? Huh?"

  The female bartender's kiss landed on this guy's forehead. She wiped her mouth with disgust, looked at the smiling **** in front of her, waved her hands and said:

   "Go, come back and give you better."

   "Thanks, Moxie, I feel empowered."

  The bearded man laughed and picked up his shotgun and strode out, leaving only the female bartender still wiping the table. She looked at the remaining people in the bar, put her hands on her hips and said:

   "What? You need me to give each of you a kiss, too? Go to work, bastards, and get our future back!"

  I'm still waiting to continue my bar business in the new world, and I'll give you VIP cards when the time comes. "

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   "They are coming! There are so many people!"

  In the folded space of Fort Stars, the deadpool in charge of the front row yelled with a broken voice, spreading the bad news to every team deployed here.

   On the walls of the Stars Fort, which had been completely fortified, the impatient swordsman who had been waiting for a long time snapped his devil helmet on his head.

  She leaned on her soul sword and shouted to the people around:

   "We all know that it doesn't make sense to reason with these terrified **** in this situation, so we choose to respond to their doubts with weapons.

  Of course, this is not a life-and-death enemy, so strike lightly!

   Don't really open their heads if you can use non-lethal weapons, we have to stay here until the situation becomes clear, it won't be easy.

   But we've all come this far

  The little **** of the hunter is dead, we have all sacrificed to this point, and we can no longer allow a failure to become the final result.

  Get ready for the enemy! "

   She gave an order, and the protection of the entire Stars Fort was erected. Barbara, who was driving a gray Fenrir armor, bounced out of the cockpit, and gestured condescendingly to the swordsman.

she says:

   "This declaration of war is not bad."

"Of course!"

  The swordsman put his hands on his hips in a loud voice and said:

   "I prepared the manuscript in advance. This may be the last battle of my career. How can I not perform well?"

   "So are you ready?"

  Barbara asked, and Liana knew what she meant. With a flick of her finger, a bottle of transparent potion jumped into her palm, and a contract was melting in the potion.

  The swordsman shook it vigorously to melt the contract faster.

  She pouted under her battle helmet and said:

   "I hope your brother's craftsmanship is good enough, don't really get me into it, even for a **** lord, death is a very serious matter.

   But how?

In my most optimistic thinking, I never thought that things would be pushed forward to the present, so even if I really died, it would be worth it. Alas, I found out that Ciri is the bravest among us that.

   If you say you will die, you will die.

   Not procrastinating at all, really willing to let go. "

   "Here they come!"

   Another warning sounded, and it was at the forefront of the folding space.

  The fastest B-level teams that came had rushed into the endless ocean island, and before their eyes, Ertong and Damian stopped them from left to right.

   "Don't go there!"

   Er Tong said something in a cold voice, without explaining more meaning at all.

  B-class members look at me, I look at you, they drew their weapons in silence, while Ertu and Damian looked at each other, and the two Bat-family cubs shrugged.

  Following the cold sound of the sharp blade coming out of its sheath, Mason's handmade sword fell into his hand, and the newly engraved inscription "Peace is the most precious" on it gleamed.

   This thing can save the life of the enemy under a fatal attack, and it was specially developed by the inscription master for this battle.

  In the next second, two groups of people rushed forward at the same time, and blood burst out.

  The final civil war of the Stars Club begins here!

  (end of this chapter)