While Karl was raiding phisto's old lair, phisto had already gathered with Chthon and the two great demons.
Below them was a stretch of black mist.
Inside it was Kamar-Taj's outpost.
"Will that guy really co?"
Krakkan looked down at the humans below and spoke.
"He'll definitely co."
"I looked into this long ago."
"Their outpost in Hell contacts Kamar-Taj once every day."
"Now that we're watching them and have cut off all information, they'll definitely sense that sothing is wrong."
"Based on what I know about that brat, he'll definitely co looking for them."
phisto spoke with smug satisfaction.
He was extrely pleased with what he had done.
To a certain extent, he even felt the thrill of finally taking revenge.
Last ti, he had suffered a huge loss at Karl's hands.
Not only had one of his avatars died, the important part was that he had lost a vast amount of energy.
His main body had descended as well.
That had even left him with many injuries.
Fortunately, he had used the souls he had accumulated over countless years to restore his power.
Otherwise, never mind the other Hell Lords of Hell—even his son, Blackheart, might have rebelled on the spot and killed him.
To phisto, this was a deep grudge.
Now that he could take revenge on Karl, he was naturally very happy, even sowhat excited.
Seeing him like this, Chthon, who stood beside him, also nodded in satisfaction.
"Good."
"As long as we kill this generation's Sorcerer Supre, I will definitely give you what I promised."
"Perhaps you will even receive a group of extrely high-quality souls."
Chthon spoke with great satisfaction.
For beings like them, what could be obtained from other souls was extrely precious, whether used as food or as currency.
This was universal among gods.
It was not only true for dark gods like them.
Those gods who proclaid themselves radiant and holy were the sa.
What about that fellow God?
Were the countless sacred spirits in Heaven really benefits prepared for his believers?
Back then, the Genesis he fabricated killed far more humans than the devils of Hell ever did.
All of it was for human souls.
In a sense, all gods devoured humans.
Chthon did not rely covet Karl's soul.
He was also very interested in the high-quality souls of Kamar-Taj's sorcerers.
Once Karl was killed, everything would be theirs.
Thinking of this, Chthon's face also revealed a faint smile.
Krakkan and Balthakk, the two great demons, also wore strange expressions.
An unford universe.
Where in the entire Multiverse could one find such an opportunity?
Once they obtained it, perhaps they could also beco a ruler like Cyttorak.
As long as they did not leave the Crimson Cosmos, no one could do anything to him.
Even Atum would have to bow his head before them.
When they thought of this, the two of them looked at each other and both revealed brilliant smiles.
For a mont, the four of them gathered together as if they had already succeeded.
Among them, phisto was the one smiling the most brilliantly.
The other three were doing this for benefits.
phisto had a grudge.
The treacherous smile on his face was almost impossible to suppress.
One glance at him was enough to tell that this guy was definitely thinking of sothing sinister.
However, as he continued smiling, a ssage suddenly arrived.
phisto's expression changed violently.
The brilliant smile on his face vanished instantly.
His face turned ashen in an instant, and his heart was filled with shock.
Who was it?
Who had done this?
Soone had actually raided even his lair?
Even though phisto's skin was red, Chthon and the others could still see that sothing was wrong with his face.
"What is it?"
"What happened?"
Chthon asked.
"My lair seems to have been touched by soone."
"Your lair?"
"Could it be your son?"
Krakkan asked.
phisto's son, Blackheart, had already beco famous throughout demon circles.
The stories about him had turned into a running joke, so they rembered him very clearly.
Had his own son raided his lair?
"Impossible."
"That useless son of mine could never move away every single treasure I collected."
phisto's face went pale.
Those were treasures he had collected over who knew how many years.
And now they were gone just like that?
Was this so kind of joke?
phisto found it hard to believe.
"No. I have to go back and take a look."
phisto spoke.
"No. You cannot go back."
"If you go back, what if you expose us?"
"Besides, how could there be such a coincidence? Are you sure it wasn't that Sorcerer Supre who acted?"
Chthon spoke very coldly.
"Besides, your hoard is already gone. What can you do by going back now?"
"You would be better off staying here and waiting until we kill the Sorcerer Supre."
"Then you will have everything."
Chthon snorted coldly as he spoke.
He had paid an enormous price to set up this ambush.
The dark magic and various curse arrays arranged with the Light-Devouring Star had already cost him thirty Fury Matrices.
Since he had paid such a heavy price, how could he let phisto leave just like that and ruin his plan?
phisto's expression shifted between livid and pale, looking extrely ugly.
However, he was still a powerful monarch of Hell.
To survive in a place as vicious as Hell, he clearly had real ability.
He was also very decisive.
"You're right."
"If that brat really did it, then we can definitely find a way to take everything back."
"None of you are allowed to fight for it."
phisto spoke with a completely serious expression.
He looked as if his face had returned to normal, but his heart was extrely tense.
If it was only treasure, it would not matter that much.
The most important thing was the source of his power.
The monarchs of Hell relied on human souls, using their suffering to obtain enough power.
His power core had been placed inside the castle.
It was a Shadow-Spirit Urn.
It stored the vast number of souls he had collected over all these years.
It was also the source of his power.
If he lost that thing, he would beco incomparably weak.
He might not even be able to beat his own son.
However, sothing like this naturally could not be casually stolen by a minor figure like Chthon.
The remaining two great demons were also extrely unreliable.
If they found out about this, they might even turn around and try to control him.
Over all these years, he had seen far too many things like that.
They were only allies on the surface.
Chthon had no idea that phisto was considering so many complicated things in his heart.
"You're right."
"Your things can still be recovered."
"No need to worry."
"After we kill this guy, we will divide the reward."
Chthon said this.
The other three calmly nodded.
The four great demons continued waiting together.
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