Mephisto and Blackheart were shocked. Kurohane said he respected them, but he made them lose face. Kurohane knew that Mephisto and Blackheart were just using each other. Just like Blackheart's provocation just now, it was all arranged by Mephisto to test his strength. And the result was, Kurohane's power far exceeded his imagination.
"Brother, you really don't respect your big brother. Blackheart..." When Mephisto was about to speak, a second sword appeared in Kurohane's hand. While he was trimming his nails, the black flames from the sword turned into a puppy that was grinning at Mephisto.
"...After all, he's your good nephew," Mephisto quickly interjected, his voice changed to a much sweeter tone. "As his uncle, you can hit him however you want. If you're angry, just kill him. You're so fast, brother!"
Kurohane placed his dark sword in front of his chair and scanned all the Hell Lords. His gaze stopped on a dark green woman with a strange, oddly familiar horned helmet. The woman felt Kurohane's gaze and looked back at him. She smiled wickedly and sent a telepathic communication request.
Kurohane accepted it.
"Hey Dormammu, your body is not bad! Do you remember me?"
The cold, domineering voice of a queen rang in Kurohane's mind.
"I don't remember. I really lost a lot of memories. I don't even remember your name!"
"Then let me reintroduce myself. My name is Hela, the Goddess of Death of Asgard! Since you are no longer an elemental being, you can come to my dimension and play with me if you have time."
"I knew it!" Kurohane thought. "That helmet makes her face not look like the Elf Queen. Otherwise, I would have known her for a long time."
Mephisto noticed Kurohane and Hela staring at each other. "Hey! Brother!" He whispered. "That dark green woman with a bunch of nails on her head is Hela. If she invites you, don't go. She just covets your body, she's a Whore!"
Mephisto's words were heard by Hela. Kurohane even proactively told Hela what he heard.
"Despicable Mephisto, wise Dormammu, you wouldn't easily believe him, would you?"
"So you're saying you don't covet my body?"
"Of course! How could I covet your body?"
"So you just covet my dark dimension, right? You evil woman!"
Hela was shocked. "Didn't they say Dormammu lost a lot of his memories? Why is he still so cunning?"
"Maybe my telepathy is superior to yours? So when we connected, I saw all your memories?"
Only then did Hela realize that it wasn't her who was intruding on Kurohane's mind, but Kurohane who was intruding on her mind. Even the memories she saw before were just illusions created by Kurohane. With the power of the Phoenix, Kurohane's telepathic ability was very superior, even in the spiritual world.
"I have already found your underworld dimension. I will definitely come to visit you after the Hell Council is over!"
Hela was relieved. Her original plan was to trick Kurohane into coming in, and now Kurohane was coming uninvited. It seemed there was no difference. "This amnesiac Dormammu has become much more reckless. He dares to directly enter other Hell Lords' dimensions?"
Kurohane acted as if nothing had happened. He looked at the nervous Mephisto. "I'm not an idiot. Why would I get involved with Hela? Hey, brother, when does the voting start?"
"Good, good. The voting has to wait a bit, now is the time for speeches," Mephisto sighed in relief. "The eloquent Hell Lords have to start canvassing votes for themselves before the voting."
A shapeless black weapon-like Hell Lord started to speak. "Greetings, Lords! Today we gather here for the name 'Satan'..." His long speech started from the Big Bang, the destruction of the early universe, and ended with a plea for everyone to vote for him. The speeches of all the subsequent Hell Lords were exactly the same: consistent promises, and the same concluding slogan: Make Hell Great Again!
Some Hell Lords were already asleep. A black dragon closed his eyes, with sleep bubbles coming out of his nose. However, the Big Three (Cytorak, Sithorn, and Shuma-Gorath) were looking at Kurohane with curiosity. Kurohane felt an immense pressure. He looked fine on the surface, but a thin layer of dark energy had already enveloped his body, ready to fight the Big Three at any time.
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