Chapter 774 Aaron: So, the archaeologist’s instinct is to target the largest treasury?!

In the capital of hell, on the edge of the city, in the "slums"...

"Woman, you won't always win."

Mr. Hawke, who came to collect the rent, left a bag of head money.

besides……

A banknote that is special enough.

Why it's special.

It's because this piece of hell currency with a large face value does not come from human souls.

But the evil beasts of hell.

"But at least I won this time, and that's enough."

Laura picked up the revolver that had been dropped on the ground.

The last bullet hit Mr. Hawke's head as expected, and he fired it himself.

The winner of Russian roulette is Laura, and the opponent needs to pay the chip of his soul.

"One bullet is not enough to kill the devil."

"But the bet from the Devil King can force them to give up their souls."

"In Mephisto's eyes, I think our souls and the devil's soul are equivalent."

Laura's splay depicts gold filigree and infernal writing, as well as a series of zero bills.

The head of the evil beast is roaring.

However, it is no different from those souls imprisoned on gold coins.

only.

Is it because I am locked on this small piece of paper and the area I can move is slightly larger?!

"It's such a bad feeling."

Aaron threw away the weapon in his hand.

"I have always thought that treating all people equally is a good word, but if it is used as a joke on the soul, it is really pitiful."

Aaron saw the rules of the capital of hell.

Even if Mr. Hawke is extremely reluctant, once the gambling begins.

After Laura fired first, he no longer had the right to refuse.

And the winner.

You can harvest chips.

And the loser.

No matter who you are, you must give your soul, whether it is your own or someone else's.

Perhaps the only advantage of demons is that they always have some inventory of souls in their hands!

Right!

in stock?!

"You said this is also known as the Golden Capital, then..."

Aaron suddenly realized, he had a guess, and asked Laura.

"hehe."

Laura laughed.

She is a very cold-blooded woman, and it is not an exaggeration to describe her as handsome and unrestrained.

But it turns out that Laura is beautiful when she smiles.

"You and I want to be together again."

"Have you seen the tallest building in the center of the city?!"

Aaron looked along the position of Laura's finger.

Even on the edge of the city, you can climb all the way up to the dim sky.

High-rise buildings shining with colorful lights.

It may have 100 floors or 200 floors, or it may be a taller building according to common sense.

It was very far away, but it looked extremely clear.

The top.

The name of the Archdemon Asmodeus is marked on the top of the building.

"Asmodeus Tower, the highest point of the Hell Hotel, where all the losers' chips are!"

"The largest soul vault in the entire hell city!"

"Seizing him is equivalent to taking the wealth of the Devil King, are you excited?!"

"adventurer?!"

Laura's goal.

This woman doesn't know how long she has been in the capital of hell, but the adventurer's soul has already guided her way.

If you want to play, play big.

"ah?!"

"I, I mean, maybe we can find some solutions to the trouble through soul gold coins?!"

"To be precise...we are archaeologists, not thieves!"

Aaron spread his hands.

What's going on?!

He seemed to suddenly see a little snake. Hey, this is not the reaction an archaeologist should have.

However.

Faced with the temptation of antiquities and the devil's treasure, Laura is completely unable to control herself!

She also wants the secret of obtaining soul gold coins.

And now.

It looks like I have found a helper that I can talk to.

"Yeah?!"

"I agree with you, we are archaeologists, so we want to break into the devil's vault!"

"Maybe we need some other powerful firepower!"

…

Hell City, Inner City, Block 42.

Bang!

The sudden powerful gunfire and golden bullets brought huge impact.

Thus tearing apart the demon's body.

There is no need to care about the names of these natives of hell, because their souls are about to become the trophies of a murderer.

"You committed a foul!"

Tables, chairs and benches were overturned, and the streets began to become chaotic.

The horn on its head was half broken, and the lingering demon roared.

Kill!

Without any hesitation, he rushed in for the massacre!

"This is not a bet! This is a provocation!"

"Damn it!"

"You're going to pay the price, you bastard."

Same!

The few "lucky ones" who were not completely dead were also roaring.

They think.

This is the rule for provoking Lord Asmodeus and provoking the capital of hell.
To be continued...