When the Witch Heart Demon completely absorbed the power of the contract revenant, his entire body became a little distorted, and from his constantly wriggling body, various chaotic sounds could be heard from time to time.

At this time, the witch heart demon can be called a mixture of countless souls.

"Oh, my stupid son......"

Mephisto laughed, and he walked over, his red soles of his feet on the ground, leaving deep footprints. The giant hand grabbed it, and the size of the witch demon was like that of a child.

"Mephisto! I'll kill you, as ......"

"Shut up, you idiot."

Mephisto shook his hand, and knocked the witch demon away. The terrifying power caused the body of the Witch Heart Demon to show signs of collapse for the first time.

But in just a few seconds, a large number of wriggling substances gathered from all directions, repairing the witch heart demon completely.

"You old thing......"

The Witchheart Demon stood up with a gloomy face, looking up at Mephisto's demonic face, full of jealousy and resentment, and roared in a low voice: "It's like this again, you're like it again, you are cowardly, you always like to treat me with life and death, even if I have the power to surpass you......"

"Beyond me? My stupid son, you seem to have misunderstood something. Even if I'm just an insignificant doppelganger now, it's not something you can shake. ”

Mephisto looked at his son with yellow eyes, as if observing some strange and brainless animal, and he rubbed the long pointed nails of his index and middle fingers against each other in a metallic sound, and said:

"You don't understand anything, and you who think you have the truth are nothing more than a ridiculous worm in my opinion. If you think about it, although you are my son, you are not fundamentally different from the largest and most despicable hellworms in hell, your brains are on a horizontal line. ”

Mephisto showed deep malice, and he glanced at the witch demon one last time with disdain, not paying attention to the poor strength at all.

A little bit of the power of the poor undead? Maybe strong enough to crush most of the superpowers on Earth, but that's it.

Mephisto kicked the rushing Witch Heart, and in the disbelief and disillusioned eyes of the other party, he slowly reached for the St. Van Gonza Pact that had fallen to the ground.

The purpose of the Covenant of St. Van Gonza is to seal a large number of undead. Compared to those undead who can be destroyed with a breath of garbage, this contract itself is the greatest treasure.

If Mephisto's body was here, he would never take a second look at this kind of thing, and the problem that the seventh-level strength could solve, the Saint Van Gonza contract could not solve.

But if it falls into the hands of a doppelganger and is used to deal with a specific group of people, it will be very interesting.

It will work wonders.

As the distance got closer, Mephisto's eyes flashed with eagerness, and he saw that he was about to get his hands on it, as easy as harvesting souls in the past.

A portal suddenly appeared, and a hand reached out from the door, snatching the Saint Van Gonza Pact with lightning speed.

Mephisto's smile suddenly stiffened, as if he had seen the food at his fingertips snatched away by a dirty hand, and became extremely gloomy, exuding a cold murderous intent, and suddenly turned his head and stared at Donnie who was silently walking in the dark.

"I seem to understand a little bit why even your son looks down on you." Downey took off his hood and slumped behind him casually, and from the wide sleeves of his black robe, Downey slowly reached out to reveal the dusty parchment roll.

"Saint Van Gonza, I was a little unsure at first, but I didn't expect you to really hit this thing......"

Donnie played with the parchment scroll and stared down with interest at the tadpole-like ancient demonic writing on it, each of which was filled with a strong infernal aura.

"How do you know so clearly...... Mephisto said gloomily, "or rather, how could you find the location so accurately and take the contract ...... on time after getting the news?"

"What do you think I'm going to get caught? Or be mesmerized by the Destroyer Armor in your hands? Of course, in my opinion, both Loki and the Destroyer Armor are far more important than you. And you, no matter how I think about it, I think you're just a mouse in a dark corner. ”

Donnie thought for a moment, and in front of Mephisto's twitching old face, he unceremoniously tucked the parchment roll into his pocket.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or due to a potential consensus, Donnie and Witchheart have a surprisingly identical opinion about Mephisto - a mouse.

The Witch Demon laughed uncontrollably, and thousands of various voices laughed from the Witch Demon's body at the same time, like the noise of all the pigs in the pig slaughterhouse, which sounded very disgusting.

Donnie raised his hand slightly, and the source of the fire instantly lit up, and a large amount of fire power was vented, smashing into the witch heart demon.

These energies are filled with life-depriving destructive properties, between existence and non-existence, and the lethality to vulnerable souls is amazing, and in an instant, the witch heart demon fell in response, and most of the undead in the body were destroyed.

The body was also scattered.

But the remnants of the undead quickly converged and regrouped into new bodies. The Witch Heart Demon's deformed face, after several changes, finally recovered, revealing infinite horror.

Donnie thought for a moment, to a certain extent, the Witchheart Demon at this time and his former enemy, the blood god Deacon, are similar in nature, both are immune to physical attacks, but their resistance to special powers is really not high.

Of course, the Witch Heart Demon thought that he was blessed with magic and demonic power, and he was extremely arrogant.

But a group of fragile souls, to Donnie, is no different from a pig to be slaughtered.

"Run, run, run!"

"We're no match for him, run!"

In the body of the Witch Heart Demon, there were countless piercing screams, and many undead spirits urged the Witch Heart Demon to escape, either fleeing or death!

"Shut up, you lowly undead! I'm the master! I'm in control! The Witch Heart Demon covered his head, his eyes red, and let out a reluctant roar.

The undead struggled even more, even causing the Witch Demon's body to twist and deform again.

"What a pathetic ......"

Donnie glanced at the Witch Heart Demon, his face was indifferent, and his backhand was another fire energy, completely destroying the Witch Heart Demon, and the body was annihilated from the atomic level, unless he had the Destruction Sun Cell, it was impossible to regenerate; In the soul, all the undead were defeated, turned into the most primitive soul power, and dissipated in the air.

Donnie slowly turned his head, looked at Mephisto first, and said, "You two are worthy of being father and son, neither is good", and then set his eyes on Mordo, who was always silent.

This reunion is really a bit embarrassing.

After being silent for a while, before the gloomy-faced Mephisto could make a move, Donnie suddenly said, "Mephisto, let's make a deal." ”