Chthon and the other three wanted to make trouble for Karl.
Karl had long since prepared for it.
He had set up a powerful spell array right where he stood.
This time, Karl's preparations were even more thorough.
He had directly killed a Hell Lord and occupied his territory.
Then he drove Hell's magical source directly.
It was like the spell arrays of Earth's Sanctums.
However, in Hell, Karl naturally would not restrain himself the way he did on Earth.
He destructively extracted power from Hell's enormous magical source.
At this moment, his spell array had already finished charging.
All he had to do was wait for these guys to come.
Karl understood demons well enough.
They were a group of creatures that held grudges deeply.
Once they hated a target, they would not easily give up.
Sure enough.
Karl did not wait in place for long before four figures appeared on the horizon.
In the blink of an eye, they reached Karl and rushed directly into the range of the spell array.
They would never have imagined that on this Plain of Dead Bones, such a killing trap would be hidden.
"Fair's fair."
"You ambushed me just now. Now it's my turn to ambush you."
Karl smiled.
Then he directly activated the spell array before him.
Buzz!
A humming sound rang out.
Golden light shot into the sky.
Chthon and the other three reacted extremely quickly.
In the blink of an eye, they scattered in every direction.
However.
Their speed still could not match the speed of Karl's spell array.
In an instant.
All four of them were enveloped by the golden spell array.
Hell's powerful magical source was activated.
Terrifying energy erupted.
A figure as massive as a black mountain suddenly rose from the ground.
"Surtur!"
Mephisto let out a ghostly scream and instantly tried to flee.
However.
Although the golden spell array was not as powerful as the magical weapon Chthon had created, it was still not something they could break through in a short time.
"Ragnarök!"
"Get out of the way!"
Mephisto shrieked.
Because he was too terrified, his voice became sharp and distorted.
It was obvious just how much pressure the scene before him had placed on him.
Karl used Hell's terrifying magical source to directly summon the projection Surtur had once left behind in the flow of time.
He directly unleashed Ragnarök.
This was an attack strong enough to destroy Asgard.
It had directly destroyed the Asgardian pantheon.
At a glance, that might not seem especially powerful.
But that was only how it seemed.
Asgard was one of the deepest-hidden forces in this universe.
Earth itself, in this world, had been formed after Odin killed a giant and divided its body, making it of the same origin as Asgard.
The Asgardian gods, in theory, could reach the level of the strongest beings in the Multiverse.
One could imagine the lingering power behind Surtur's sword.
Pure and powerful destructive force erupted.
It reverberated within the spell array.
"Ah!"
Mephisto, the weakest among the four, let out a miserable scream.
He was directly pinned to the ground by the flaming longsword in Surtur's hand.
The other three were also in an extremely wretched state, several wounds appearing across their bodies.
Only Chthon looked slightly better.
Using his powerful Dark Magic, he scattered the incoming force and blocked the injuries from reaching him.
"To directly summon the silhouette of a figure from a past timeline."
"Your talent in the path of time truly amazes me."
Chthon looked at Surtur, who was gradually disappearing before him, and could not help sighing in admiration.
He truly was extremely shocked.
This was not something an ordinary person could do.
One had to suppress the resistance of the summoned figure, ignore the fluctuations of the timeline, and also avoid causing turbulence in the worldline.
This required an extremely profound understanding of time.
Even ordinary Multiverse-level beings did not possess such a powerful understanding.
How could it appear in the hands of a Single-Universe-level existence?
Was this supposed to be a joke?
Chthon was shaken.
This kid was far too monstrous.
Fortunately, he was clever.
Terrifying Dark Magic erupted.
Chthon directly dragged Mephisto out from deep underground.
"I admit, your strength is indeed beyond my expectations."
"But now, how will you respond?"
"Are you planning to force yourself to fight all four of us alone?"
Chthon sneered.
Karl showed no trace of nervousness.
"Why not?"
"Or rather, the four of you defeated stragglers should be asking yourselves how you're going to deal with me."
Karl said calmly.
"Hahaha, ignorant human."
"You have no idea how powerful we are."
"Do you think the trouble you caused us truly counts as trouble?"
"It is merely a minor problem."
Chthon smiled disdainfully.
The power of Dark Magic flickered.
A moment later, the injuries on his body had actually healed!
It was as if time had reversed. Even the training clothes on his body repaired themselves.
The other two Great Demons were the same.
An inexplicable power was drawn over, and the injuries on their surfaces seemed to be repaired directly. Their combat strength recovered.
When Karl saw this scene, he immediately understood what was going on.
"Chthon, stop forcing yourself."
"You're forcibly drawing power from your followers. Do you think I can't see that?"
"So what if you've recovered your strength now? You'll definitely suffer backlash afterward."
Chthon's expression changed.
He had not expected this guy to see through it.
Who had revealed such a divine secret?
This world was balanced.
Since those who practiced Dark Magic could borrow power from him, he could naturally borrow power from them as well.
However.
Just as they had to pay a price, he also had to pay a price to obtain power from those Dark Magic practitioners.
Especially when he forcibly extracted power like this.
However, he believed all of it was worth it.
As long as he killed Karl and broke through the seal, no matter how great the price was, he would not care at all.
Chthon's expression darkened.
"Even so, it is enough to kill you."
"As long as you die, I can naturally pay the so-called price."
"I think you're truly naive, Chthon."
"If you want to kill me, you can try."
Karl sneered.
"Besides, are your friends in the same condition?"
"There's still one who is badly injured."
As soon as Karl said this, everyone looked at Mephisto.
Mephisto immediately became somewhat embarrassed.
His lair had been stolen, so he had no way to recover.
Not to mention, among these people, he was currently the weakest.
For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward.
(End of Chapter)
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