What's more, when he destroyed that fragment of the Hell dimension before, he'd already seen this succubus.
And now he'd heard she'd become one of Mephisto's many lovers.
That status alone would send Freyja's "price tag" skyrocketing.
After all, in the multiverse, who wouldn't want to own a big shot's lover as a slave?
And this "big shot" wasn't just anyone—he sat at the very peak of the multiverse, an apex interdimensional demon god.
In black-market circles, the value of a "special item" like that was practically impossible to estimate.
To Harry, Freyja standing right in front of him was basically a walking, talking super-vault.
So Harry Apparated straight behind her.
Without the slightest hesitation, he lifted his foot and kicked her hard in the ass. With a startled shriek, Freyja went flying—straight into Harry's pocket dimension.
The conditions inside were brutal. No supplies. Even space-time was chaotic. But with a demon's stubborn vitality, she'd survive for a good long while.
With that insolent succubus—who'd tried to charm him—dealt with, Harry swung his beam-sabers again and carved a huge裂缝 across the energy shield.
But just as he was about to slip through the gap into the mothership, he suddenly felt the temperature around him spike.
Then several enormous portals snapped open in rapid succession. As they opened, multiple titanic demons—hundreds of meters tall—stepped through and instantly boxed Harry in from every direction.
And at their head was the interdimensional demon god Mephisto himself.
On his palm sat a magical prison-cage, and he wore a vicious grin as he snarled:
"Harry Potter, take a look—do you recognize who this is? Next, your dear master is going to be tortured in front of you until she dies!"
After a grueling fight, Mephisto had finally managed to capture the Ancient One. Then he'd rushed out of the Mirror Dimension at top speed to come find Harry.
As long as he got to see despair on Harry's face, everything he'd paid today would be worth it.
But once again, things didn't go the way he expected.
When he displayed the Ancient One trapped inside the magical cage, Harry didn't react with fear at all.
Instead, his face stayed flat—his eyes even held a trace of undisguised disgust as he stared straight at the "exhausted-looking" Ancient One.
What the hell?
Mephisto clearly remembered the master-and-student relationship between them being strong, so why did Harry look like he couldn't care less—like he was even a little annoyed?
If Mephisto's mind-reading actually worked on Harry, he'd hear something like this blasting through Harry's thoughts:
"You've got to be kidding me. Old geezer, have some shame—if you're going to act, at least make it convincing. With the Time Stone, you got captured alive?
Vishanti, do something about your devotee!"
Harry wore a look of total emotional burnout as he locked eyes with the Sorcerer Supreme, who still had that calm little smile inside the glowing prison.
And after a closer look, Harry's helplessness only got worse.
Because he noticed the Eye of Agamotto on her chest wasn't even open.
Seriously?
You're not even pretending now?!
Master, you're unbelievable.
Mephisto and the other weaker demon gods watched Harry and the Ancient One exchange looks back and forth, and a nameless fury flared up in their chests.
Damn it—could you show me a little respect?
I've got the Ancient One captive, I'm about to butcher her in front of Harry, and this is the reaction I get?!
Mephisto's brows drew together. He assumed Harry hadn't understood the situation, so he repeated himself:
"Harry Potter, as you can see, the Sorcerer Supreme is in my hands. If you kneel and beg—and shut down the trinity guardian array—then I can spare her life.
You don't want your dear master to die like this, do you?"
That line did work—sort of.
It got Harry to finally look at him. Harry flicked him a glance, then immediately returned his eyes to the Ancient One.
Mephisto: "???"
Seeing Harry act like he didn't care whether the Ancient One lived or died, Mephisto was completely baffled.
Had he missed something?
Otherwise, how could it have turned out like this?
The other nameless interdimensional demon gods were just as confused. They looked at each other, then all turned their gaze toward Mephisto, silently demanding an explanation.
But Mephisto himself didn't know what was going on—how was he supposed to explain it to them?
For a moment, this patch of space went quiet.
Seconds ago it had been a fierce battlefield—now it was dead silent.
Just as Mephisto decided he'd been insulted without a word, and was about to unleash the most brutal tortures Hell had to offer—planning to make an example out of the Ancient One and force Harry to react—
Harry and the Ancient One finally started talking.
Harry tilted his head up toward her in the magical cage, sighed, and spoke with pure helpless disbelief:
"Master… you really don't have to do this."
The Ancient One looked serene, composed as still water, every inch of her radiating that otherworldly, aloof greatness.
She stared at Harry with firm conviction and spoke slowly, her voice steady—yet carrying a hint of resolve:
"Harry… I'm sorry to disappoint you. This is all the magic I have left. Let me sacrifice my life to help you defeat these enemies.
Go, Harry. Tear open the entrance to the Hell dimension—make Mephisto pay in blood!"
Harry froze.
His mind filled with question marks.
"???"
What is this—are you that terrified I'll rescue you?
We've exchanged, what, three sentences, and you're already jumping straight to 'I'll sacrifice my life'?!
Before Harry could even react, the Sorcerer Supreme's body underwent a shocking change.
Dense, pale-gold runes—like living things—crawled up from her feet, racing across her limbs and torso until they covered her entirely.
They shone brilliantly, and even against skin as pale as snow they were dazzling.
But to the powerhouses present, the runes' beauty wasn't the most striking part.
It was the terrifying magical pressure they radiated.
Just the stray overflow of it could rip space and twist time.
One look was enough for Harry to recognize the spell.
And his whole body basically went numb.
There was no doubt about it—this was a Kamar-Taj taboo art:
Soul Sacrifice.
Its principle was to offer up your flesh and soul completely to a specific interdimensional demon god in exchange for an overwhelming amount of power.
By the law of equivalent exchange, at the moment your potential erupted through the sacrifice, a sorcerer's strength could reach three to ten times their normal level.
And the Ancient One at her normal level could already beat the brakes off demon gods who'd left their own dimensions.
Multiply that by several times?
It was absurd.
Harry stood at a distance, watching his master activate Soul Sacrifice. He didn't even try to stop it—he just calmly observed, waiting for the grand show to begin.
Once Soul Sacrifice fully activated, it was like an arrow loosed from a bow: no turning back.
Unless—right here and now—Harry could force himself into a prolonged, fully uncontrolled state, break into the Vishanti's realm, and beat the living daylights out of them.
But Harry had always held deep respect for the Vishanti, a demon god that consistently stood for the good.
Something that blasphemous? He'd never do it.
Besides, as the Vishanti's loyal devotee, his master's soul was already tightly bound to them.
Even if Soul Sacrifice ended with her physical body destroyed, once everything settled, her soul would still follow fate's pull and return to the Vishanti—finding rest in that eternal sacred place.
Soul Sacrifice would just let her "borrow" a ridiculous amount of magic with no real consequences.
Honestly, with her soul already effectively belonging to them, the Vishanti still being willing to lend her that much power…
That was love.
The moment Soul Sacrifice began, several interdimensional demon gods realized something was wrong and attacked without hesitation, trying to interrupt the spell before it fully formed.
But their attacks were effortlessly blocked and shattered by the leaking pressure of her magic—reduced to nothing.
A few moments later, Soul Sacrifice fully completed.
Only then did those demon gods realize they were in deep trouble. They tried to flee—
Too late.
Now the Ancient One was wrapped in blazing golden energy, floating quietly at the center of a roaring flood of magic.
She moved with elegant calm, as if walking atop the surging waves themselves.
Every motion carried a beauty beyond the mortal world—each gesture overflowing with supreme authority and effortless composure.
Before her current power, those once-arrogant interdimensional demon gods were nothing but ants.
She raised one hand lightly, extended a slender finger, and tapped the void.
In an instant, countless dense runes gathered and flickered like living fireflies, forming a massive, mysterious magic array in the blink of an eye.
A spell that, in an ordinary sorcerer's hands, would only spit out a weak scatter of sparks—Bolts of Balthakk—now became a red thunderbolt that pierced all the way to the edge of vision.
The scarlet lightning carried world-ending might as it swallowed several weaker interdimensional demon gods.
Then the Ancient One closed her hand slightly.
In the next instant, those demon gods were torn apart by the red lightning—reduced to ash and scattered into the cosmic void.
And after doing all that, her aura didn't drop.
It rose even higher.
With a casual wave, an unknown number of kilometers of space was wrapped inside the Mirror Dimension—and Mephisto, who had already fled some distance away, was yanked in as well.
At that moment, the Eye of Agamotto on her chest finally opened on its own, amplifying her power again.
Under Mephisto's horrified gaze, the Sorcerer Supreme took a single step—
No spatial ripples. No warning.
She appeared directly in front of him.
And with a cold, mocking smile, she said:
"Mephisto… you're next."
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