Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

The shockwave, like a torrent, swept across the area, carrying dust, gravel, flowers, trees, and vegetation. Trees that stood in its way were snapped in half, and everything in its path was blown away.

On the distant hill, Reicher, Nigley, and Natasha couldn't withstand the sweeping wind either, but they still instinctively stood in front of Old Carter, the other two, and the horse, shielding them with their hands.

Further away, the warriors of the two major battle groups who were fighting the Witch Demon in a righteous brawl also stopped.

Standing atop the hilltop that had been flattened by a single, unexpected strike, he shielded his face with his hand and stared in astonishment toward the cemetery.

Even the dazed and confused Wu Xinmo was subconsciously drawn to the commotion, ignoring the Astartes warrior's hand piercing his chest, and looked towards the cemetery.

"how is this possible?"

Seeing the black and red lightning bolts surging and exploding on the ground, Wu Xinmo's bruised and swollen face was filled with astonishment.

The Witchheart is ambitious and determined to overthrow Mephisto's rule and become the new Lord of Hell.

But that doesn't mean he didn't know how powerful and cunning his father was.

Even if his father was just an energy projection on Earth, Wu Xinmo absolutely did not believe that he could be defeated by a human. This completely overturned his understanding of Mephisto.

In his mind, only he could defeat Mephisto.

The fact that Matthew, that human brat, was able to do it before him caused the Witchheart Demon's mind to become somewhat confused.

The Demonic Heart was shocked, as was Old Carter.

He glanced with satisfaction at the three people in front of him—Raycher, Nigley, and Natasha—and his goodwill towards them increased infinitely.

Although it was just a subtle detail, it showed that Rai Che and the other two had a genuine sense of justice.

They have compassion for the weak, even if they possess extraordinary strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

Then, squinting at the direction of the cemetery, he said softly, "I never imagined he would die on Earth."

Old Carter was somewhat sentimental.

Mephisto has really lost face on Earth this time. Don't underestimate the intelligence in Hell. Although the environment in Hell Dimension is extremely harsh, ordinary people simply cannot survive there.

However, it also has its own order and system.

Whether it's intelligence or other aspects, it's very complete, and there are even many intelligence brokers and mercenaries traveling back and forth between hell and earth.

Tonight's battle will inevitably reach the Hell dimension.

Moreover, it's not just Mephisto's hell, but also hells in other dimensions.

"Dead? Mephisto?"

Johnny and Rosanne stood smugly at the back, leaning against the horse to steady themselves as the ground shook violently. Hearing Old Carter's words, they couldn't help but shout out.

“His presence has vanished,” old Carter said definitively.

“What a gift, Shit! Didn’t you say he was the Lord of Hell? How could he die?” Rosanne asked, her face filled with disbelief.

She was a woman and a reporter, so she didn't know much about this, but no matter what, she was a demon king.

Will the devil die?

"Who says the Demon King can't die? Even the most powerful gods and demons will die; it's just that they are difficult to kill under normal circumstances. Besides, Mephisto's death was merely a projection on Earth," Old Carter patiently explained.

"His physical form in hell is still alive."

“I see.” Johnny and Rosanne suddenly understood, but the latter was still happy: “That’s good too. These terrible guys are all dead, and we’re safe now, Johnny.”

“Yes.” Johnny nodded, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Originally just an ordinary person, he suddenly got involved in matters concerning demons and Ghost Rider, and has been in a state of anxiety and depression ever since.

Now that the oppressive feeling has completely disappeared, I naturally feel relieved.

They're still reflecting on it.

Natasha turned around and looked at Old Carter and the other two, her pink lips curving upwards slightly: "You guys aren't exactly simple people either."

“Madam, I’m just an old gravedigger who wants to live out the rest of my life in peace. There’s nothing complicated about it.” Old Carter politely took off his cowboy hat and bowed in a cowboy salute.

The aged voice carried the weight of a bygone era.

"Really? To live out the rest of your life in peace? I'm afraid that will be a bit difficult."

Natasha glanced meaningfully back and forth between the faces of Carter and Johnny.

Chapter 83 The Demonic Witch's Heart Becomes a Prisoner (Please Subscribe)

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just an ordinary person."

Staring at him with Natasha's alluring, emerald-green eyes, Johnny waved his hand dismissively, as if to say, "I'm not a threat."

Johnny has never been a peaceful person.

As a stunt motorcycle star, he numbed himself with alcohol and women for a long time.

If it weren't for his recent unexpected encounter with his childhood sweetheart Roxanne, and these circumstances, he would definitely have given Natasha a good tongue-lashing.

But he doesn't have the guts now.

Didn't you see that Wu Xinmo was already being beaten and screaming in agony?

He was also afraid of getting beaten up.

After all, Johnny's current understanding is that he is just an ordinary person and definitely cannot withstand a casual punch from Natasha.

He's still young and doesn't want to meet God so soon.

“Ordinary?” Nigley turned around and glanced at him with amusement. “I don’t see anything ordinary about you.”

"Or are you not even aware of it yourself?"

"Ladies, this young man is still young and hasn't adapted to reality yet," old Carter chuckled, trying to change the subject.

"Don't worry, we're not very interested in you."

Negri offered a word of comfort.

While they were talking, the commotion at the cemetery had begun to subside. When the dust settled, the cemetery had been completely razed to the ground.

All vegetation, tombstones, and graves have completely disappeared.

All that remained was a crack spanning several kilometers and a large crater about a kilometer in diameter. The ground was devastated, riddled with cracks and pits of all sizes.

It was like being bombarded by missiles.

Matthew stood tall in the sky, the red light in his pupils slowly dimming and extinguishing, his surging Conqueror's Haki beginning to subside, and everything calmed down.

He looked down at the ground.

He had already "seen" the Devil Fruit encyclopedia in his consciousness and absorbed the soul belonging to Mephisto. The high-quality Devil Soul was enough for him to unlock the top-level Devil Fruit.

The boiling blood cooled down.

Matthew's burning fighting spirit died down. He exhaled softly, and Mephisto's cold warning before his death echoed in his ears. A smile flashed in his eyes.

"You lowly human, you will know what the price is for thoroughly angering me."

It's a very simple, short sentence, but it represents Mephisto's truest attitude.

The two became completely hostile to each other.

But Matthew didn't care.

Compared to the gains, Mephisto's hostility was nothing.

If he grows fast enough, he'll have to go to Hell to find Mephisto before Mephisto even has a chance to come looking for him.

This old thing, who has lived for who knows how many years, has so many valuable things on it.

Matthew's future is destined to develop, and development inevitably requires a lot of precious resources, so seizing is naturally the best means.

In the battle with Mephisto just now, in addition to gaining a soul, my own strength has also increased considerably.

The intense pressure of real combat repeatedly pushed Matthew to his limits, and he gradually began to adapt. This process of adaptation is what he is growing.

Mephisto is equivalent to handing over the Emperor-level Kai with three blows.

He truly taught him how to control energy, combat details, and apply abilities in actual combat.

Any slight error in judgment could be a trap; these subtle details that occur in the blink of an eye cannot be learned simply through training.

Only real combat!

After returning, Matthew will need to thoroughly review the events and fully digest the lessons learned from tonight's battle.

But now...

Matthew turned his head to look in the direction of Rachel and the others, or rather, he was looking at the Witchheart Demon.

The latter was startled by Matthew's sudden glance and instinctively felt fear, averting his gaze and turning his head away, unable to look directly at him.

Then Wu Xinmo felt humiliated again.

He hated this crisis. He was the future Lord of Hell, yet he was afraid of a human. So, the Witchheart Demon gritted his teeth and turned around.

But as soon as he turned around, his body shuddered, and a chill ran down his spine.

The familiar sense of fear once again filled my body.

Matthew stood in front of him, looking at him calmly.

Those intrigued looks were like sharp thorns piercing his heart.

Matthew, who should have been in the air above the cemetery area, actually crossed a distance of 10,000 meters and arrived in front of the Witchheart Demon in the blink of an eye.

This speed...

Wu Xinmo gritted his teeth inwardly, but on the surface he maintained his arrogant demeanor and met his gaze defiantly.

However, with an Astartes warrior's hand still stuck in his chest, and his bruised and swollen face, he looked utterly ridiculous.

Matthew couldn't help but smile.

The Astartes and Raven Legion warriors around them reacted at this moment, and they all knelt down on one knee, including the warrior with the Heartfiend in his chest, who clenched his right fist in front of his chest and lowered his head.

They had never had this kind of etiquette before.

But tonight's battle made everyone do it instinctively.

There was no reason, no coercion; it was just their instinct telling them they should do it.

"Get up." Matthew was also a little surprised, but he didn't stop him, he just said it softly.

"Yes!!"

The soldiers stood up, ramrod straight, their eyes gleaming with fervor.

It seems there were other gains today.

Matthew nodded to himself.

"Humans..."

Those few attacks had completely suppressed Wu Xinmo's momentum to the point where he could barely breathe. He knew he couldn't let things continue like this, so he spoke up in an attempt to regain the initiative.

Unfortunately, Matthew didn't give him a chance at all.

He extended a finger and gently touched the Demon Heart.

hum!

A dazzling golden magic circle immediately appeared at his fingertips, eventually shrinking and transforming into a compressed cross mark that disappeared into the center of the Witchheart Demon's forehead.

Before Wu Xinmo could react, a terrifying heat and pain swept through his entire body.

The pain caused his whole body to tremble.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he knelt down in front of Matthew.

"Ah~~~"

The pain intensified, causing the Demonic Heart to wail softly, while Matthew watched coldly from his high vantage point.

After a while, Wu Xinmo finally felt the pain subside.

But what followed was weakness, an unprecedented weakness.