A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Luke chuckled, then with a flick of his right hand, he directly pulled Gordon towards Sunil, who was taking off his soaking wet clothes to prevent himself from catching a cold, not far behind him. Without turning his head, he said, "Sunil, watch him. Don't let him get away. Also, don't let him die."

Done.

Luke turned his gaze back to Whitehorse's corpse at his feet, then looked up at the underwater base that had been dismantled down to its skeleton.

next second.

boom!

A steel plate was once again removed from the underwater base's framework, and then, with a loud bang, it crashed directly onto the beach in front of them.

Luke's gaze fell on the six-pointed star array on the steel plate, which seemed to be heating up.

Cipher looked at the six-pointed star magic circle on the steel, which resembled LED light strips gradually turning red, with some curiosity.

"what is this?"

"The point isn't what it is, but what will emerge from here later."

Lu Ke casually remarked, and in a flash, he threw all the dozen or so wooden crates filled with black gems that had been exposed after the bottom of the underwater base was dismantled into the Hell Palace. After ensuring that the black gems and souls that could be used to make the 'Underworld Robes' were safe, he turned his attention back to the six-pointed star magic circle.

Boom!

A crimson light swept directly up from the six-pointed star magic circle. Accompanied by a gale and the unique stench of blood associated with the demon's appearance, the steel plate engraved with the six-pointed star magic circle seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force. At the same time, Daniel Whitehead, who had been lying on the ground with a large hole in the back of his head and his body was deathly pale, and who had just been a complete corpse, slowly stood up.

Cipher was shocked.

"not dead?"

"died."

Luke casually replied, then looked thoughtfully at 'Whitehorn,' who had stood up, head held high, and limbs moving as if familiarizing himself with the body, and directly asked, "Witchheart Demon?"

The demonic spirit, who was getting familiar with the body he was in, paused for a moment.

next second.

click!

The Witchheart Demon, controlling Whitehorn's corpse, bent over stiffly like a zombie, turned to the side, and then its gaze fell on Luke.

The eyes of Whitehouse's corpse gleamed with a scarlet light.

"Who are you."

“Lu Ke”.

"..."

Possessing Whitehorn's corpse, the Witchheart Demon, who had come from the border of hell, paused again upon hearing this somewhat familiar name.

He is not Mephisto; for Earth, it's not something you can just come up to whenever you want.

For Wu Xinmo to ascend, certain conditions must be met.

such as……

Sacrifice.

He can only come up when someone offers a special sacrifice to summon him.

But just as he was waiting for Whitehorn's summons at the edge of hell, he suddenly realized that the summoning ritual had started, but it stopped abruptly halfway through. Then, he saw Whitehorn's extremely decayed soul being drawn over.

Because Whitehorn's soul had already been sold to him through a contract from the very beginning.

Regardless of who killed Whitehead, once Whitehead is dead, his soul belongs to that person.

Upon seeing the decaying soul of Whitehorn appear, the Witchheart Demon immediately realized something was wrong. So, before the summoning portal closed, it hurriedly squeezed out. Since the portal was not fully open and it could not physically enter, it could only possess the nearest corpse.

correct.

I had Whitehoe hoard the black gems.

Wu Xinmo seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze fell on the underwater base behind Lu Ke, which had been dismantled and was now just a skeleton.

into the eye.

It was empty, with only the remaining black gemstones and the aura of souls proving that many black gemstones with souls had once been piled up there.

But now there's nothing left.

next second.

Wu Xinmo suddenly remembered who Lu Ke, who was standing in front of him.

He looked up at Lu Ke, his scarlet eyes narrowing into a dangerous line like a cat's as they landed on Lu Ke.

"Your soul is not under the jurisdiction of hell."

Wu Xinmo's gaze shifted upwards, landing on Lu Ke's face, and he said in a deep voice, "Who is the Death World behind you?"

Luke didn't answer the question, but instead asked, "You took Whitehorse's soul?"

Wu Xinmo asked in a deep voice, "You took my black gem?"

The two were not on the same wavelength at all.

Lu Ke couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Seeing this, Wu Xinmo...

"What are you laughing at? Do you know who I am?"

"Believe me, I know you better than anyone. You're the stupid son of Mephisto, the great lord of the Hell Dimension. You have quite a reputation."

"What did you say!"

Seeing the mocking expression on Lu Ke's face, Wu Xinmo was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment, and charged straight at Lu Ke like a zombie.

"Next time you come up, remember to bring your real body."

Lu Ke scoffed and raised his right hand.

moment!

The steel plate that had just been tossed aside by the Demon of the Heart of Witches rose into the air and, with a cracking sound, split into countless fragments in mid-air.

next second.

Lu Ke released his right hand forward, and countless steel plate fragments shot towards the Witchheart Demon running towards him like a barrage of needles.

"Hello, Witchheart Demon; goodbye, Witchheart Demon!"

"Roar……"

"Puff puff!"

Wu Xinmo stopped abruptly, staring at the dense array of steel plates shooting towards him. His eyes narrowed, and he let out a furious roar.

but……

The roar, accompanied by the sound of steel plates being pierced, abruptly ceased.

In an instant.

After a volley of countless steel plates, Whitehead completely vanished from Luke's sight.

The kind of disappearance in a physical sense.

Only the scraps attached to the steel plates scattered not far away on the beach can prove that a man named Daniel Whitehead did exist in this world before.

As for the Witchheart Demon?

The physical body that once occupied it is gone, so of course it goes back to where it came from.

On the verge of hell!

"what!!!"

"boom!!"

As the demonic form of Wu Xinmo opened its eyes and let out an angry roar, it was dragged back to hell by Wu Xinmo.

The roar reverberated abnormally at the edge of hell.

"Luke Dane!"

The horned face of the Demon Witch was twisted in agony, and the anger in its eyes burned like a raging fire.

next second.

The Demonic Heart shifted its gaze to Whitehorse, whose soul was decaying and who even looked somewhat dazed.

"Snapped!"

Wu Xinmo strode over and slapped Whitehoe across the face with a powerful blow: "Damn idiot, trash, waste, look what you've done!"

If this good-for-nothing had summoned him earlier, he wouldn't have suffered such a humiliating disgrace.

Whitehorn seemed to have been awakened by the slap from the Heart Demon. He covered his cheek, looked at the Heart Demon in front of him who was furious to the extreme, and his eyes lit up.

"Lord Witchheart Demon, you've arrived! Hurry, that damned yellow-skinned monkey is here..."

"Snapped!"

"..."

Whitehorn was dumbfounded, covering his face with his hands as he stared at the Heart Demon who had given him another big punch.

"Lord Witchheart Demon, you..."

"Yellow-skinned monkey, yellow-skinned monkey, I think you're the real stupid white pig!"

The Witchheart Demon, burning with rage, suppressed his anger and said to Whitehorse, "Damn white pig, look where you are now."

Upon hearing the words of the Witchheart Demon, Whitehorn realized what was happening and looked around.

Endless dust.

A harsh surface constantly erupting and flowing with lava.

And there were endless wails and shouts filling my ears.

here……

It's hell!

Whitehorn jolted and couldn't help but look up at the Witchheart Demon.