Sunlight doesn't seem to belong in hell.
The sun in the sky was dark red, casting dim light across the barren landscape. On the ground, there were only gray stones and skeletons, without any vegetation, not even a blade of grass.
The sand here seemed to have been exposed to the sun for ages, everything tinted dark red, like rusted iron.
However, hell was not desolate.
From time to time, skeletons and corpses could be seen scattered on the ground, with transparent ghosts floating around the deathly terrain.
Of course, there were also absolute demons of hell.
They hunted, they killed, they reveled in despair...
Lockhart stood high in the sky, staring at this dream hell belonging to Mephisto.
This world was an illusory dream, built by Lockhart using the original power of the dream world to invade Mephisto's spirit.
Fortunately, Mephisto had only come with a clone, and fortunately, Lockhart had the original power of the God of Dreams in his hands.
Otherwise, there would have been no way to enter Mephisto's memory world.
After all, his opponent was the well-known King of Hell.
However, time was also very tight. If Mephisto reacted, this opportunity would be wasted.
Raising his head, Lockhart looked high into the sky.
There were no stars in the sky of hell, but there was a gray-white moon.
No, it couldn't be called a moon—it was more like a gray-white continent.
It was just so far away that it resembled the moon from a distance.
And this continent was Mephisto's territory.
He stood high in the sky, overlooking his own hell dimension as its master.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the high altitude of hell, strong winds seemed to blow constantly, preventing flying monsters from passing through.
It seemed that this was the first obstacle to entering Mephisto's gray continent.
Weak beings were only qualified to watch, but had no right to enter.
But this was no obstacle for Lockhart, and his body glowed with colorful light.
The next moment, his figure slowly disappeared, and high in the sky of the gray continent, Lockhart reappeared.
This time, Lockhart set his sights on the central building of the continent.
This was a huge, towering palace—the palace of Mephisto, the demon god of hell.
The entire palace was made of black rocks and lava, its surface exuding black flames with a dark and evil aura.
Visible to the naked eye, a large number of slave-like hell monsters worked around the palace.
Most of them had black chains hanging around their necks, and from time to time they were whipped by demons who served as their overseers.
Here, it seemed that despair, wailing, and depravity hung in the air, creating a miasma of negative energy.
On the square directly in front of the palace, a massive flag towered into the clouds.
This flag was bright blood red, as if blood flowed through it constantly.
It continuously swallowed up all the negative emotional energy nearby.
Looking at the scene before him, Lockhart grew thoughtful.
This was truly Mephisto's hell dimension. It was indeed hell, and its methods were really dark.
Torture was torture, and even the negative emotions emitted by the suffering must be harvested.
It was really efficient—nothing was wasted.
Thoughts flashed silently in his mind as Lockhart slowly landed in front of the palace gate.
The hellish demons around him seemed oblivious to his presence.
Lockhart naturally didn't care and stepped directly into the huge palace.
The interior layout of the palace was intricate, like a maze of corridors and numerous rooms. It seemed that if you weren't careful, you would get lost.
But this was not a problem for Lockhart. As a dream intruder, he was also one of the creators of this dream.
He knew very well where Mephisto, the original owner of this dreamland, was.
Slowly moving forward, after taking a few steps, his figure gradually disappeared, passing through walls, through corridors, through rooms, through space itself, until he reached the depths of the palace.
The deepest part of this palace was a sea of hot lava, and in the center of the sea stood a throne.
Sitting on the throne was a tall figure.
The figure was different from the old man who had appeared on Earth.
Like a giant beast, ferocious and vicious.
He was tall and exuded a dark and evil aura. His skin was pitch black, and his body was covered with hard scales that looked like black rocks.
The head had a pair of huge dark red sharp horns.
The face was covered by a black mask.
There were a pair of huge black wings on both sides of his body, each wing bearing sharp barbs.
On the right side of the throne, there was a black book with an evil aura floating beside it.
The Book of Hell!
It was also the central treasure that controlled the entire hell dimension.
It contained all the information about the entire region.
It was Mephisto's most precious and valuable treasure.
Of course, the Book of Hell here couldn't control the entire dream realm.
But what it symbolized in this dream was Mephisto's memory, knowledge, experience, and more.
This was Lockhart's goal!
Mephisto, who had come to Earth this time, was just a clone. Even if he was killed, it wouldn't matter.
What was truly valuable was Mephisto's memory, the knowledge he possessed.
This was the accumulation of his lifetime.
Even if it was incomplete, its value was immeasurable.
At this moment, Lockhart was slowly floating next to the throne.
Looking at Mephisto who had closed his eyes and was in a deep sleep.
There was no movement.
This Book of Hell was definitely Mephisto's core treasure.
The slightest abnormality would trigger him to wake up.
When that happened, not only would there be a backlash from the shattered dream, but Mephisto would also try his best to hunt Lockhart down.
However, since Lockhart chose to invade Mephisto's dream, he naturally had a plan.
And Lockhart's plan was...
"System, let's make a deal."
"I will give you the split soul of Dormammu, the God of Darkness, and I will also give you the split soul of Mephisto, the King of Hell."
"I only want one thing, and that's all of Mephisto's memories."
Yes, after all, Mephisto was also a veteran king of hell.
Lockhart had used the power of dreams to put Mephisto into a deep sleep, which was already pushing the limits of his abilities.
Did anyone really think these kings had no defense against attacks on their own souls?
Therefore, for the current Lockhart, if he wanted to obtain Mephisto's memory, he could only rely on external, beyond-limit power.
For Lockhart, the first choice would normally have been the Sorcerer Supreme.
However, it was too late now, and the Sorcerer Supreme might not agree to help.
After all, some things in Mephisto's memory were forbidden knowledge. Would the Sorcerer Supreme really give such dangerous information to him?
So Lockhart had to use his second super-limited power.
The system.
Out of inner caution and fear of upsetting the balance, Lockhart did not rely too much on the power of the system.
After all, for a free lunch, fate often has a price that has been secretly marked on it.
Therefore, if Lockhart could do something himself, he would never let the system interfere.
But now, he needed the system's help.
And in his hands, he also had a price that could be paid to the system.
God knows, during the Dimension Invasion War, Lockhart had taken the opportunity to capture the soul of Dormammu, the God of Darkness.
The system was so eager that it would remind him basically every few minutes.
However, Lockhart had not agreed.
He had been saving it for a critical moment as the price of a transaction.
Now it seemed, the timing was just right.
There was silence for two or three seconds after Lockhart stated his request.
A message came from deep within his soul.
[Ding, request accepted by the system.]
[The system will assist the host in obtaining the memory and knowledge of the King of Hell.]
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