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Chapter 547 Mephistopheles's Hidden Hand

"Ding ding ding ding!"

A series of violent attacks, leaving countless afterimages, rained down on the Mark armor like a storm. In an instant, dazzling sparks and clanging metal-on-metal sounds erupted from the armor.

Although the Demonic Heart's storm-like attacks did not seem to break through the armor of the Mark armor, the wisps of fear, death, and extreme cold power had already penetrated the armor's defenses.

Fear... was eroding his will;

Death...was taking his life;

Extreme cold... freezing his body;

Under this relentless erosion, Tony's face, inside the Mark armor, visibly paled.

The jet-black hair began to lose its luster, turning gray like a withered flower.

The skin, which should be in the prime of life, seems to have lost its moisture, becoming dull and loose. Even the muscles hidden beneath the skin are like rotten branches, beginning to atrophy and losing all strength.

But the mental torment Tony Stark suffered was far more dangerous than his physical exhaustion.

As the power of fear accumulated, a pair of blurry, blood-red vertical pupils appeared in Tony's mind, repeatedly ravaging his mental world.

Although Tony's willpower was exceptionally strong, the repeated torment had begun to dull his mind...

Just as Wu Xinmo sensed all this and was about to press his advantage,

He suddenly caught a glimpse of two thick, deep red lightning bolts out of the corner of his eye.

Ok.

Danger.

Sensing a hint of danger, the Witchheart Demon abandoned his attack on Tony Stark without hesitation, and flashed away to avoid the attack of [Bossat's Lightning].

But at that moment, Wu Xinmo suddenly felt as if his body had rusted and become extremely stiff.

"Damn it."

Upon sensing this unusual sensation, Wu Xinmo almost instantly realized that something was wrong with his body.

But before he could make a move...

Two thick bolts of [Bosat's Lightning] bounced and leaped through the air several times before blasting him away with a fierce force.

"Crackling and popping!"

Crimson lightning crackled and surged across the demonic body of the Witchheart Demon.

The demonic form of the Witchheart Demon contained immense power far beyond the ordinary, but no matter how powerful this power was, it was instantly charred black under the bombardment of [Bosat's Lightning].

A pungent, burnt smell emanated from the Demon Heart.

The two areas that were directly hit by the [Bosat's Lightning] were even carbonized by the deep red lightning.

This is only because the Demon Heart Demon's true form possesses exceptionally strong magic resistance. Without such powerful physical attributes and magic resistance, the Demon Heart Demon would probably have been reduced to dust by [Bosat's Lightning].

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After blasting away the Witchheart Demon.

A portal bursting with golden and red sparks quickly formed beneath the Mark armor, swallowing the out-of-control, plummeting armor directly into it.

On the yacht.

As a golden-red figure fell through the portal, Captain America, dressed in a bodysuit, took a running start and leaped into the air.

He rolled around on the deck a few times while holding the Mark armor to dissipate the momentum of the fall.

Captain America reached out and patted the visor of the Mark armor, shouting, "Hey, Tony, wake up, this isn't the time to sleep."

After Captain America called out a few times, Tony Stark inside the Mark armor did not respond. Gillis, who was standing nearby, frowned slightly and focused her spiritual vision on the Mark armor.

next second.

Through her spiritual vision, Gillies saw Tony's extremely poor physical condition.

"Get out of the way."

After pushing Captain America aside, Gillies pulled a black tactical dagger from her calf and precisely stabbed it into a gap in the Mark armor.

Thanks to the fierce and relentless attack from the witch demon.

The Mark Armor's tough super alloy outer armor was twisted and deformed in many places by the violent power of the Witchheart Demon.

With a forceful pry along the slightly twisted and deformed seam of the visor, Kiris violently ripped off the visor of the Mark armor.

Upon witnessing this scene, Captain America, while marveling at how sometimes violence is indeed more effective than words, couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity.

It was as if I had witnessed a similar scene at some point in my life.

However, Captain America quickly put this sudden sense of familiarity out of his mind.

After lifting the visor of the Mark armor.

Tony appeared before them, not yet unconscious, but in extremely bad condition.

Tony Stark looked as if he had aged several years in an instant; his face was pale, and his lips were so cold they had turned purple, and he couldn't speak at all.

Upon seeing this, Captain America immediately understood why Tony hadn't responded to him earlier.

Seeing the same scene, Kiris frowned slightly and then took out a vial of medicine sealed in a metal test tube from her tactical satchel.

"Pry his mouth open!"

After saying something to Captain America, Gillies opened the vial and, with Captain America's help, poured the entire vial into Tony Stark's mouth.

This potion is not the mass-produced "Miracle of Life" by the Miracle Corporation, but rather a "Potential Life Healing Potion" that Erin specially exchanged from the Scales of Fate to save Kiris's life.

Because of a past experience, Gillies felt a strange sense of guilt towards Tony Stark.

Therefore, although the [Potential Life Healing Potion] was precious, Gillies did not hesitate to force-feed it to Tony Stark.

The effects of the [Potential Life-Saving Drug] are immediate.

Tony, who was on the verge of death just moments before, seemingly about to ascend to heaven, drank the [Potential Life Healing Potion] and soon his pale face began to glow with color at a visible speed.

Even his loose skin and dull hair regained some luster.

Although it couldn't fully restore Tony's life force and losses caused by the Witchheart Demon, it at least restored some of his vitality.

"Huff, huff..."

Tony, seemingly resurrected, took a few deep breaths and, feeling his still somewhat weak body, turned to Gillies and asked, "Hey, can I have another dose of that potion?"

Upon hearing this, Gillies completely ignored the longing in Tony's eyes, glanced at him indifferently, and then turned her gaze back to the battlefield.

Seeing Gillies's unapproachable demeanor, Tony, who rarely gets humiliated by women, couldn't help but turn to look at Captain America beside him.

"Don't look at me, I don't have that kind of thing."

After giving Tony a helpless look, Captain America returned to Kiris's side, holding up the vibranium shield that had been reforged by Elder White Rock and was now much heavier.

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"roar!"

At the same time, stimulated by the [Thunder of Bosat], the Witchheart Demon, seemingly freed from the strange and stiff feeling from before, had a raging glint in its eyes.

Damn it.

It's those damned ants again.

If it weren't for these damned ants causing him trouble time and time again, he might have already successfully absorbed the nourishment of the "Contract of Saint Van Gonzalez" and successfully ascended to the position of Grand Duke of Hell, instead of being in such a sorry state now.

Unaware of the strange phenomenon that had just occurred to his body, Wu Xinmo directly blamed all his misfortunes on these mortals.

This fueled his anger and deepened his loathing for the mortals below, who seemed like mere ants.

"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish."

The next instant.

The enormous Throne of Terror suddenly appeared in his hands at the summons of the Heart Demon.

Looking at the Throne of Fear that had appeared in his hands, a hint of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the Heart Demon, but this hesitation was quickly replaced by anger.

Just as he reached out his charred right hand toward the Throne of Fear, intending to break the final seal on this forbidden object.

A faint sigh suddenly echoed in his mind.

"This kind of good stuff can't be wasted like this!"

As the hoarse and deep voice rang out, a bone-chilling cold suddenly spread from Wu Xinmo's chest, the invisible chill even permeating time and space.

The temperature around the Demonic Witch suddenly dropped, and even a layer of dark frost appeared on his body.

But strangely, as the frost spread...

The wounds on Wu Xinmo's body healed at an incredible speed.

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Ah!

Tens of meters away.

Ailin, who was silently influencing the Witchheart Demon with the Spirit Thread, suddenly "saw" that a Spirit Thread that originally belonged to the Witchheart Demon was suddenly covered by an unusually thick, pitch-black line.

Although this spiritual thread also emanated from the Witchheart Demon, it was completely different from the Witchheart Demon's other spiritual threads, exuding a distinct aura.

"What's going on?"

Having never seen anything like this before, Erin looked at the Heart Demon, which seemed to have suddenly become even more dangerous, and silently took a few steps back.

Then, while quickly creating an illusion of himself not far away using illusion magic, Erin did not forget to erase his real body.

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And when the spirit threads of the Witchheart Demon were corrupted by an unknown force.

The mages of Kamar-Taj didn't miss this opportunity to kick a man when he was down.

Several attacks, gleaming with magical light, followed closely behind under the control of the mages.

But just then...

The Witch Heart Demon's angry, scarlet vertical pupils suddenly turned into a dark, deep black, as if from an abyss.

In the instant his pupils changed color, just as those attacks were about to land on Wu Xinmo, Wu Xinmo's body suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared from the spot.

"Crackling and popping!"

Several incredibly powerful spells missed their mark and flew into the distance as the Demonic Heart of Witch disappeared.

Upon seeing this, Archmage Gandalf immediately roared, "The Witchheart has vanished! Be careful, everyone!"

To prevent a repeat of the tragedy at the New York Sanctum, Mordo rapidly spun his ring, constructing the Shield of Seraphim in the void.

but.

Before the [Seraph's Shield] could even be completed.

Several jet-black ice needles suddenly appeared from the void and silently shot towards the backs of several mages who were looking around, searching for traces of the Witchheart Demon.

The Kamar-Taj sorcerers failed to notice the insidious ice needles, but this scene happened to fall into Pietro's view.

"careful."

After letting out a roar, Pietro's figure transformed into a silver lightning bolt, and at the critical moment, he pushed aside the several unsuspecting mages.

"Ding ding ding!!!"

The three mages, who had been suddenly pushed by Pietro and stumbled, were still looking bewildered.

But when they heard the sound and followed it to the several deep holes corroded by ice needles on the yacht's wall, they all shuddered in unison.

Then they all gave Pietro grateful looks.

"Thanks."

After waving his hand, Pietro's figure flashed, transforming into a bolt of lightning once more. He then raised his right hand and swung his fist fiercely at a massive figure that suddenly appeared behind the Archmage Gandalf.

In the instant that Pietro's lightning-fast punch was about to strike a massive figure, the solidified form suddenly turned into black smoke.

After letting Pietro, who was swinging his fist, pass through him, the solidified black shadow reached out and waved its hand.

Pietro felt himself being slammed down by a tremendous force, then he flew over the ship's side and plunged straight into the Becques River below.

"Thump!"

I glanced at the high spray that rose after Pietro fell into the river.

The re-emerging Witchheart Demon turned to look at Archmage Gandalf, who was now enveloped in the Shield of Seraphim, and said indifferently, "What a pity. If it weren't for that little brat's interruption, your soul would be mine."

Ok?

Gandalf, gazing into the dark, unfathomable eyes of the Heart Demon, seemed to recall something, his pupils suddenly contracted, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"You are not the Witch Demon."

"You are... Mephistos?"

"You actually possessed your own son's body?"

Seeing the disbelief in Gandalf's eyes, the sorcerer, no, Mephisto, revealed a faint smile:

"As expected of the person I once chose, your soul is still so sensitive."

As he spoke, Mephistopheles looked at Gandalf, whose hair was gray and who exuded a heavy aura of old age, and shook his head: "What a pity. If you had signed that contract with me back then, you wouldn't be half-dead now."

"contract?"

Upon hearing this, the Archmage Gandalf sneered, "With your infamous contract, if I had actually signed a contract with you, I wouldn't be in this state now; you would probably have devoured me, leaving not even bones behind."

"Ha, you even want to take over your own son's body. What in this world wouldn't a guy like you do?"

(End of this chapter)