Surely not possible.

If Mephisto was in power, then the contract would still be valid, but if the Hell Monarch changed another person, then there would be no doubt that the contract would have lost its effect unilaterally.

but……

Professor Bloom rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Fortunately, that adult has come here too, which is quite good news."

While talking.

The captain of the London Operations Team of the Supervisor also hung up the phone and walked over. Thinking about the voice of Tiffany, the butler of Gardners Island, he looked up at Professor Bloom: "Gardners Island means that we don't need to interfere. This is already a battle between gods. The adult said that he would not bring the battle to earth, so let's not worry."

Professor Bloom breathed a sigh of relief.

Next second.

Professor Bloom looked at his adopted son, Hellboy: "Since you said, "Where did you know where he went when the lord was with you?"

The Hellboy shook his head: "I don't know. When he left, I was thinking about the fact that I could change the body of an angel. If I changed the body of an angel, then I would go to the bar to drink and I would not have to pay."

The captain of the London captain shook his head: "Wait, what angel's body?"

The Hellboy told him the conversation with Lake very honestly.

Finished.

Captain Chaocha was silent for a while and patted Professor Bloom: "Really, go check your IQ, but it may be too late now."

Professor Bloom: “…”

Hellboy: "…"

Where has Lake gone?

Pendle Hill.

Standing on a mountain with an altitude of 600 meters and facing a rotten and withered tree behind him, Lake stared at the British town not far from the foot of the mountain with his eyes flashing.

Although Lake doesn't know whether hell is swollen, Lake still knows what snakeskin he wants to play.

It's nothing more than wanting the Blood King to directly bring the dimension of hell to the earth and re-sing the scene of hell fighting the earth.

but……

Sorry, I already know, so from this moment, you can enter my rhythm.

Lake's mouth raised, his eyes fell on the beautiful woman who was wearing a scarf at the foot of the mountain, with a bit stiff steps, and was surrounded by a wild boar spirit, who began to slowly climb up.

Lake's eyes passed through distance and time and fell on the face that was currently sewn but still beautiful. It seemed that he could see countless times before, his charming style, wearing red clothes, unparalleled coldness...

Belongs to this Blood Queen, Vivian Nemu, the most beautiful and best face of the era!

Blood Queen.

Whose blood queen?

Will you be my blood queen?
Chapter completed!