"Hey, hey, hey, can you ask her to stop first? I want to try that, too."

Let’s not talk about the devil’s professional ethics and the deal with Mephisto for now. In Mephisto’s observation projection, Abigail, who was causing trouble in an unknown city, seemed to have attracted the Seraphim patrolling the sky. Mu Hua couldn’t help but say to Mephisto.

“…” Charles and two other people.

At this moment, Charles and the other two were completely sure that they had been rescued by an extraordinary being.

What is that? That is the light of the world, something that cannot be looked at directly, the eye of Unlanga, the sacred and great messenger of the Holy Glory. What does it mean to want to fight it too?
Perhaps because of the different perceptions, the deformed monster in Mu Hua's eyes was full of sacred light in the eyes of Charles and the other two.

The spherical life form is composed of diamond-shaped interfaces. It has seventeen or eighteen angel wings that are not very symmetrical. Its six soft and long arms make Mu Hua feel that the arms of the Seraph are more like tentacle monsters than the Touch of Jealousy.

It has no legs, and its floating movement is somewhat similar to Thursday. It is very large, with a body diameter estimated to be over fifty meters.

It is also said that their size will continue to increase as they live longer. Mu Hua even suspects whether this type of angel was created based on the template of floating monsters.

It appears even larger when it emits a fiery glow, so it can imitate the sun only when it hangs high in the sky.

On one side of the spherical body there is an arcane ring that emits dazzling light, while on each diamond-shaped interface on the other side there seems to be a face.

To Charles and his friends, these blurry and changing faces were the myriad faces of the sacred, but in Mu Hua's mouth, the only word left was "monster".

"Monster!" Well, Charles and the other two started muttering as they looked at the image on the projection screen.

However, the monster they were talking about was not the Seraphim, but Abigail, who had bitten off three arms and two wings from the Seraphim.

Originally, the blazing white flames mixed with the power of faith could be considered the Seraphim's weapon for killing enemies, but facing the gluttonous demons, those extremely hot flames were obviously useless.

The Seraph completely restrained the holy flames on its body, and held the swords, spears, and halberds condensed by divine magic in its regenerated arms. At this moment, it was trying its best to drive away the fire elemental spirit, which had a human body but seemed to want to pounce on it and bite it wantonly.

Opposite the Seraph, Abigail made chewing movements with her cheeks, as if she had eaten something delicious. There was a curious look on her face, and an unfriendly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"You want that? Don't worry. There is not only one Seraph here. They also work in shifts, working one day and resting for two days. There are at least two left." Mephisto seemed to understand the young man who was happy to see the prey, and said to Mu Hua.

“…”Mu Hua.

"Is that thing delicious?" Mu Hua asked.

"I don't know. The devil cannot touch original sin normally. I have not dabbled in gluttony, as you know? The taste of gluttony is somewhat different." Mephisto spread his hands.

"..." Charles and the other three turned into expression kings. They listened to the discussion between Mu Hua and Mephisto and were speechless for a moment, but their expressions were varied.

"Okay, let's get serious." As if he didn't want to distract Mu Hua anymore, Mephisto ended the 'live broadcast'.

"Look, I think you need this. It will definitely help you more than the Philosopher's Stone. Fenrir's Fang is also a treasure-level weapon in Hell. I can even lend it to you first. It can provide you with great help in killing gods."

Mephistopheles took out a dagger with a blade as long as an adult's forearm and threw it to Mu Hua with great generosity.

"Fanrir's Fang? At most, it just uses some of Fenrir's claws." Mu Hua took the dagger with a slightly gorgeously decorated handle, a direct attack weapon, and took a quick look at it. Disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he even cut his forearm with a knife.

It was a rare moment. This was the first time Mephisto showed an expression of surprise since meeting Mu Hua.

"Fuck!" Mephisto caught the dagger thrown back by Mu Hua and stared at Mu Hua without any change. Until the wound healed, Mephisto uttered something that didn't make much sense.

"You possess the World Poison? What about Godspeed?"

"Keratin skin? Is your keratin skin so advanced? How many creatures did you absorb?"

"You got Fenrir's body? Which loser sold it to you? What did you use to buy it?" Looking at Mu Hua who ignored the damage caused by the 'Fanrir's Fang', Mephisto asked a series of questions.

Unless one possesses the World Poison, there is no ability to ignore the damage of the World Poison. There are very few ways to obtain the World Poison, and keratinized skin and shapeshifting are the most ideal ways. From Mephisto's tone, it is not difficult to see that compared to the World Poison, he cares more about Fenrir's super speed ability.

"What, do you want to try it?" Mu Hua raised his palm, and sharp nails appeared on his fingertips. The nails of a vampire cannot be compared with those of a claw demon, but if they are stained with the poison of the world, no one would probably despise it.

"No, not at all." Mephisto shook his head and looked at Mu Hua's fingers with a bit of taboo. It was taboo, but not fear. His expression was more like he saw something dirty.

"Jealousy, Elemental Spirits, World Poison, Blood Control, I heard that your attainments in space magic are not low. Are you qualified to explore the lord level?"

"Let me tell you first. If you want to fight for the throne, don't come to me. Don't look at me like this. I'm still very strong. You are at least one thousand... seven hundred... at least five hundred years old. You will definitely not be able to beat me."

As Mephistopheles became more and more confused about Mu Hua's potential, his attitude towards Mu Hua changed subtly. His tone became a little worse than before, but also seemed a little more real.

"One Caines is enough of a headache for me, why would I fight for the throne?" Mephisto looked cowardly, but Mu Hua would not believe his nonsense.

It's not that he doesn't believe he is strong, on the contrary, Mu Hua will never be hostile to him unless it is necessary. A devil who can be recognized by six kings may just be a coward.

"Your dagger is meaningless to me. Do you have an inheritance crystal that takes shape from blood?" Mu Hua asked.

"Blood transformation is not magic. It can only be understood by one's own comprehension. Alternatively, you can find a being who can transform blood into shape and serve as a medium for the transformation. This may also have a certain promoting effect." Mephisto said.

"possible?"

"Well, maybe. After all, it only has results, not processes."

Mu Hua was disappointed. The keratinized skin would not allow him to gain blood-related abilities. Mu Hua could not help but glance at Jacob beside him.

"Can you only comprehend it by yourself?" Mu Hua asked Mephisto again.

"Well, if you have a strong enough physique, it is not difficult to transform your blood and energy into a human form. You can achieve it by spending some time." Mephisto confirmed.

"But he can use his blood energy to transform into a human form without even comprehending it." Mu Hua pointed at Jacob, and Jacob released his own Qi magic shadow at the right time.

"His thing is interesting, but it is the result of mutation and has no reference value." Mephisto said.

It doesn’t matter whether it mutates or not. In Jacob’s opinion, being told something interesting by the existence in front of him makes him seem very powerful.

"Is my war ghost incarnation very powerful?" Jacob asked expectantly. As for the war ghost incarnation and so on, Mu Hua had already gotten used to the people in this courtyard giving random names to their abilities.

"Hehe, Mu, where did you find this little cutie?" Mephisto chuckled and turned to look at Jacob.

"Well, if you meet a client who likes to collect rare animals, you should be able to sell them for some money."

Jacob: “…”

After dispelling the demonic shadow behind him, Jacob said that a man should fight with real force and there is no need to use the power of the devil!
Mu Hua shook his head and ignored the dramatic Jacob. He chuckled and played the role of a nobody. However, Charles patted Jacob's shoulder considerately, and Jacob's liking for the old man increased immediately.

"Okay, Mu, I can trade with you for the Philosopher's Stone, but you have to consider the price you offer." Seeing that Mu Hua had no demand, Mephistopheles still did not give up his plan to purchase the god's corpse.

As for whether Mu Hua can kill the gods, he doesn't care. Even if Mu Hua is killed, it will not have any impact on him.

"Forget about the Philosopher's Stone. Can it be exchanged for the devil's corpse? One god's corpse for two big devil corpses, the kind that haven't had their vitality absorbed by the dimensional turbulence." Mu Hua thought and shook his head.

"Big devil? Oh~~ You want to... Haha, I have to say, Mu, your laziness will make countless demons ashamed."

"However, this is indeed a wise choice." Mephisto was briefly surprised, but instead of shouting about losses like Besero usually did, he showed an expression of appreciation.

"Maybe, one day, we can become colleagues? Hahaha~" With an ambiguous laugh, Mephisto's body slowly disappeared in front of everyone. (End of this chapter)