Chapter 459 How Is This Business?

How about Chapter 459 of the text of Galen, My Believer of the Global God, how about this business? "Everyone." The King of Hell looked at everyone present with a smile: "Anyway, the first transaction will not distort the soul, just as a hundred-year-old demon apostle."

"It's just a prostitution."

"Is there any hesitation, sign the contract and realize your dream."

As if a friendly businessman was soliciting customers, Crowley waved his hand when the voice fell, and the cold air that had frozen everyone was instantly swept back.

Lin Fan returned to normal, but he did not run away. After all, facing this king of hell, it was no different if he could not escape...

Lin Fan looked at the contract in his hand.

The column of his own wishes was still blank, Lin Fan just thought of it, and the column of wishes instantly turned into tens of billions of Faith Points.

For a while, Lin Fan couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Ten billion Faith Points... If you really have these Faith Points, wouldn't you go up a few more steps every minute?

This is a wealth that Lin Fan has never seen since he was a child!

The contracts in the hands of other people also changed one after another, and the wish column moved according to one’s heart. The contract in Liu Siqiao’s hand instantly showed that she could become the most famous textile god in the Lieyang Divine Kingdom, and she would have ten chain stores, and the daily progress was made. .

a time.

The air was extremely silent.

until……

A kid of gods who was caught suddenly pressed his handprint and wrote his name. Immediately, in the envious eyes of other children, there was a delicate and lovely doll in his hand. Made of divine gold!

"Nice toy." Crowley looked at the contract that appeared in his hands again, raised his head and smiled at the little boy: "Little boy, you made a very good business, and you got a contract that your parents wouldn't buy. Your doll, the price is just to become a demon apostle for a hundred years."

Seeing this scene, other children rushed to press their fingerprints.

a time.

The laughter of more than a dozen god children echoed in the demonic energy, holding all kinds of expensive toys in their arms.

If it weren't for this devilish energy, this harmonious picture would be like a charity scene.

"Yes, yes, they are all very smart children." Crowley laughed. "When the hundred years are up, you will be free."

"And what you paid for was only your soul."

"Stop it all!" Lin Weimao woke up suddenly, scolded the remaining children who were eager to try, turned his head and gritted his teeth at the dozen or so godly children: "How did your parents teach you? Devil's contract, dare to do anything..."

"But, uncle, there are really toys." The child who didn't know what the contract represented, holding the doll in his arms, looked at Lin Weimao with a confused expression.

Lin Weimao's face was extremely ugly.

But at the next moment, the child of the god who was still laughing suddenly looked behind Crowley with a look of horror, and subconsciously stepped back, as if something terrible had appeared.

"What, what did you see?" Lin Weimao's eyes widened, looking behind Crowley.

From his point of view, Crowley's back was empty, and nothing appeared at all except the devilish energy.

The child holding the doll was trembling all over, with a crying voice: "Dog...what a big dog...not cute at all, sharp teeth, cracked mouth, rotting skin..."

"It's coming towards me..."

"Dog?" Lin Weimao was slightly taken aback.

Crowley smiled: "To be exact, that's my three-headed hell dog."

"How are my pets cute?"

"Not only cute, but also very useful. But those who sign a contract, these little cuties I raise will take back their souls.

"

The divine light in Lin Weimao's eyes gathered, and the divine power of light swayed out, but even so, he could not see the so-called hellhound.

For a time, Lin Weimao's heart sank.

He is the god of light who manipulates light, a god who can see through falsehoods and penetrate the truth!

But I can't see the so-called hellhound, this...

"Give it up, only those who have sold their souls can see the hellhound." Crowley patted the unseen hellhound beside him, and said lightly: "And, under the effect of the soul contract, even if No powerful god can stop them."

"You can understand it as the manifestation of the power of the contract."

"How many? Where did they go?" Lin Weimao didn't bother to pay attention to this abnormal king of hell, and turned to look at the god children who signed the contract.

The child was so frightened that he cried at this time, and was completely speechless.

but.

Lin Fan could see clearly at this time.

Under the jump of the fire of death, although Lin Fan did not have the inheritance of the god of death and was unable to perform the magic of death, he also possessed the perception of soul and death. In front of him, a dark gate of hell suddenly appeared behind Crowley.

Inside the door, the hellhounds walked out slowly, roaring and yelling, as if they couldn't wait to taste the food.

Looks horrible.

The rotting skin, the naked flesh and sticky hair, the mouth that grinned to the chin revealed a dirty but sharp tooth, and the saliva slowly dripped.

The exaggerated body is more than three meters tall with only four legs on the ground. If he stands up, he is afraid that it is almost the same as the inextinguishable mad thunder.

The most bizarre thing is that each of these hellhounds has three heads, and the three pairs of scarlet eyes have intelligence, but they are equally brutal and bloodthirsty, roaring and growling.

Surrounded by these hellhounds, Crowley, who was originally a shrewd businessman, was like a real hell master at this moment.

"A total of... a few hundred." Lin Fan, who had untied the freeze, said in a complicated voice, "I've already walked ten meters in front of you."

Lin Weimao looked at the contract in Lin Fan's hands that had not yet been signed, and was stunned for a moment.

Crowley also frowned and looked at Lin Fan: "Can you see?"

But before Crowley said anything more.

The bright sword in Lin Weimao's hand slammed down directly, and the terrifying light seemed to shatter all darkness, and even the air was wiped out in this light.

"boom!"

The fifteenth-order god of light, strike with all your strength!

Lin Fan also threw out cards, which were normal attacks with the stun effect of [First Strike], a normal attack that theoretically could not be avoided!

Lin Fan even directly summoned his army of believers and directed them to attack those hellhounds with all their strength.

With a loud bang, a huge crater annihilated by the beam of light appeared on the ground.

"How is it, how many are left?" Lin Weimao gasped, looking nervously at the giant pit ten meters in front of him, and asked aloud.

Lin Fan's face was ugly.

The terrifying beam of light swept through most of the hellhounds, and his unavoidable normal attack did hit them.

but……

Whether it was the beam of light or his own cards, they all penetrated the hellhounds, as if those hellhounds didn't exist at all, as if they were in another world.

Totally out of harm's way!

His own believers were completely unable to hurt them. The [Draining Soul Blow] that burned the soul-draining fire from the dog's head smashed down, but it only smashed a deep pit on the ground, and various control effects were completely ineffective.

"One is not dead." Lin Fan looked at the hellhounds who were walking step by step with a complicated expression, "And a few have passed through your body."

"What?!" Lin Weimao looked incredulous, "But I clearly..."

"Did you not listen to me just now?" Crowley smiled: "I told you, that is the manifestation of the power of the contract."

"To those who signed the contract, they were demons who took souls."

"But to people who didn't sign the contracts, they...don't really exist."

"They are invincible. This is the devil's contract, once signed, it will never be broken."

Lin Weimao's face was gloomy, his divine power was brewing again, and the phantom of the Temple of Light above his head shook violently.

The phantoms of Dark Moon and Zixing appeared behind him, and a terrifying light was brewing. Obviously, Lin Weimao wanted to fight again.

"Give it up, you can't stop it." Crowley turned a blind eye to Lin Weimao's actions and just smiled: "But I can give you a chance."

"As long as you sign a contract, offer your own soul, and act as a hundred-year-old demon apostle."

"I can let my cute little pets let them go. As the demon in charge of contracts, I can abolish their contracts and pardon their souls..."

"How about trading your soul for the souls of these dozen children. How about this business?"