Jo The Devil

Northern Rosetrie Highland, deep within the primitive mountains! Looming in the heart of the rugged terrain, a prison with walls of copper and iron stood firm. Wakeshire Prison. This was the capital, Roully City's most terrifying and chilling maximum-security penitentiary! Housing thousands of international criminals of the most heinous nature! This was a graveyard for demons. Deep within the entire island. In a dimly lit metallic cell. A young man, fair-skinned and clad in a white shirt, sat calmly on the floor, flipping through a book. What was even more terrifying and shocking? Right outside the room, an entire camp of soldiers stood guard 24/7! Each soldier held a loaded firearm, armed with assault rifles – this was A-level combat readiness! Everything seemed to revolve around... guarding that young man inside the iron-clad room?! But what was even more shocking? Several hundred meters from the iron-clad room, there was a black and icy reactor! This was... codenamed: Nation-77! An atomic weapon...!! The launch direction of this reactor was directly aimed at the door of the iron-clad room! In other words... this weapon was meant to... deter and deal with the young man inside the cell! This was simply unbelievable!! Who or what could be confined in that small iron-clad room? To make an entire regiment of soldiers, on A-level alert, guard him! And also require a strategic-level reactor for defense and deterrence?!! ... Meanwhile, inside Wakeshire Prison! A uniformed woman, in high heels, clutched a thick stack of parole documents to her chest, briskly walking towards the deepest part of the prison corridor... Dressed in formal attire, a special badge adorned her chest, indicating her prestigious rank. Along the way. The woman's heart pounded incessantly, her nerves on edge. As she passed through, all kinds of international criminals from various organizations were incarcerated here. This place was like a graveyard of demons! Through the cold and terrifying prison corridors. The woman slowly entered what was rumored to be the most horrifying... the eighteenth floor of Wakeshire Prison's underground! But when she stepped into this legendary eighteenth floor, she was shocked to find... the entire frigid underground space had only one long and narrow pitch-black corridor. What was even more shocking... at the end of the corridor, there was only one lonely iron-clad cell. The rumors... were true. In the center of Hell's eighteenth floor... there was only one iron-clad cell. Inside... imprisoned the most brutal creature on the entire Hell Island! The woman's beautiful eyes turned serious, she took a deep breath. She reached for the firearm at her waist, confirmed the chamber was loaded, and then cautiously advanced towards the depths of the corridor... The cell door, forged with titanium alloy, had no lock at all. To prevent anyone inside from escaping, the cell door was welded with metal, seamlessly merging with the walls. Outside the cell door, a whole platoon of military police took turns on guard duty! Over thirty soldiers armed with assault rifles, ready for action! The uniformed woman approached the cell, handing over a stack of documents to the military police. The platoon leader stepped forward, receiving the documents with a solemn expression, carefully perusing them. "Are you really planning to release him?" the platoon leader asked with a serious tone. "Yes, that's the directive from higher-ups," the uniformed woman nodded gravely. Platoon Leader took a deep breath, reconfirmed the documents, and meticulously reviewed them layer by layer. Only then did he finally give the order to open the cell. Due to the entire titanium alloy cell door being fused with molten iron, it could only be cut open using a hydraulic cutting machine. As the thick metal door was cut open, the thirty military police soldiers present raised their rifles simultaneously, dozens of assault rifles aiming squarely at the cell door! The woman's gaze turned towards the cell... and then, her eyes slightly widened in astonishment. Through the thick bars of the cell, she saw an elegant young man sitting inside. With a clean and fair complexion, slightly long black hair falling gracefully behind him, he had no facial hair. He wore a clean white shirt, completely out of place in the cold and eerie prison. The young man sat on the floor, cradling a book, a mystery book, in his hands. His gaze was soft and serene, as if detached from the earthly realm. He... was the most brutal and terrifying being in Wakeshire Prison? The woman's eyes carried a mix of surprise and disbelief. How could this refined young man, resembling a gentle scholar, possibly be the forbidden creature of the entire Hell Island? The uniformed woman stood in front of the cell door and cautiously asked, "Are you... the Death Lord?" Jonathan ignored her, continuing to lower his head and gently flip through the pages of a mystery book. The air fell silent for a few seconds. The woman's heart thumped, and she suppressed the fear within. Standing at attention, she saluted, "Military Intelligence Division, codename 77, Athena Roger... Nice to meet you, the Death Lord." "Under the command of the headquarter, I earnestly request... the Death Lord's intervention for an S-level mission." Her voice trembled slightly as she answered. As a newly assigned agent, she couldn't confront the terrifying aura of the 'Death Lord' and was even slightly trembling in fear. After the woman finished speaking, she found that Jonathan was still ignoring her. She could only muster the courage to continue, "An underworld assassin from the west, infiltrated heavily in Harthaus, recklessly carrying out assassination missions... Our agents all went missing. Therefore, the boss wishes to invite you to..." "Get lost." Jonathan Harrington didn't give her a chance to finish, directly issuing a cold dismissal. With the sound of this command, the armed soldiers guarding the cell door tightened their grip on their guns! The pupils of these soldiers shook as they felt a chilling presence from this man! The atmosphere became somewhat tense. Athena hesitated for a moment, her pretty face wearing a solemn expression, "The boss wanted me to convey to you that among the dark assassins invading Harthaus, they found someone who possesses the 'book'!" Whoosh...! Suddenly! The air instantly fell into silence. The young man, who had been reading a book, finally slowly raised his head! His gaze, resembling the eyes of a demon! The fair and elegant face, at this moment, exuded an unprecedented terrifying aura! The air around became oppressive, rapidly dropping in temperature! In the corridor, the wall lights continuously flickered and with a 'pop,' all directly burst! In an instant! The young man turned into a blur! Teleportation?! Athena's heart trembled suddenly. She hadn't reacted, nor could she see clearly what happened. Jonathan's figure had teleported in front of her. Athena's beautiful eyes trembled, unable to react in time! Subconsciously, she reached for her gun at her back! But just as she drew the firearm, before she could even fire a shot, the gun suddenly twisted and deformed, directly crumbled into metal shards in the pale hand of Jonathan! What?! Crushed a firearm with bare hands?!! Athena's eyes widened, her whole being completely stunned and dumbfounded! At the same time, a fair hand... ruthlessly grabbed her neck, lifting her entire body into the air, pinned against the steel-reinforced iron bars. The armed soldiers at the door also had a sudden change in their expressions, with thirty assault rifles all aiming and locking onto him! "Thirty-one Type 56 assault rifles, and you think you can harm me?" Jonathan's voice was cold, filled with disdain. "Don't be nervous. I can't be bothered to kill you." These thirty soldiers of the Special Operations Unit had been guarding the cell twenty-four hours a day for a year. That was only because Jonathan was too lazy to kill them. If he had decided to act, a year ago, this Special Operations Unit, claiming to be a secret special forces team, would have been lying dead everywhere. Jonathan's gaze was coldly fixed on Athena, like the eyes of a demon. "Repeat what you said earlier." Athena was suspended in front of the iron bars, her face pale with fear. She felt her neck was almost being strangled, the sensation of impending death spreading throughout her body. "Boss asked me to convey to you... among the dark assassins infiltrating Harthaus, someone possesses the 'book'..." her voice trembled with fear, her face completely drained of color. "The boss issued a mission... to kill the 'book' assassins..." When she mentioned the 'book,' Jonathan's eyes turned blood-red, a terrifying killing intent surged uncontrollably! Two years ago, to find this organization, he slaughtered the entire Western Pacific! Peace Island stained with blood, the sea filled with floating corpses. Two years later, this name reappeared in Harthaus! "Mission, accepted!" Jonathan released his grip, tossing Athena aside without any mercy. "Bang." Athena's delicate figure slammed into the wall behind her, causing the entire wall to dent and crack! Jonathan's expression remained icy and indifferent, like a humanoid beast, as his body violently collided with the reinforced iron bars of the cell! "Boom!" The entire steel cell distorted and exploded instantly! He, like a humanoid tank, directly stepped out of the supposedly impenetrable Wakeshire Prison! The thirty assault rifles aimed at him were locked in unison! However, his figure moved like lightning! In an instant, he disappeared from his original position! There was only a terrifying residual image, swiftly passing by! "Clang clang clang..." A series of terrifying metal explosions! Several seconds later. His figure slowly walked towards the dark corridor outside... And those thirty soldiers, their assault rifles were all crushed into metal debris by his bare hands, leaving only fragments scattered on the ground! Crushing metal firearms with bare hands?! What? Watching that gradually receding figure, the faces of all the soldiers present were extremely embarrassed and deathly pale! At this moment, these soldiers finally understood. Over the years, it wasn't that this young man couldn't escape from the eighteenth floor. Rather, he simply didn't bother to leave! If he wanted to leave, perhaps even the atomic reactor a hundred meters away couldn't stop him! ... Wakeshire Prison had imprisoned him for a whole year, and now, The Death Lord was unleashed. When Jonathan walked out of Wakeshire Prison, the entire prison... erupted. All the various criminals confined in Wakeshire Prison felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and everyone seemed to have experienced a long-awaited relief. That demonic creature underneath the Wakeshire Prison had finally left! Athena followed Jonathan out of Wakeshire Prison, her whole body still in a state of fear and awe. Her work uniform had long been soaked with cold sweat. That young man was too terrifying. In that moment just now, she felt like she had taken a journey through the depths of the underworld. The oppressive aura of that man made her soul tremble with fear. Just how terrifying is he? His departure could actually stir up the entire Wakeshire Prison boil? The pressure was unimaginable... Athena was filled with shock and horror. A young man in his early twenties, fair and refined, became the most ferocious creature on the eighteenth floor of Wakeshire Prison?! And his code name was even more chilling! The Death Lord!! "Two years... 753 days," Jonathan looked up at the sky. Under the jet-black hair, his pupils flashed with a touch of melancholic reminiscence. The bullet pendant... it was taken from her forehead. This bullet took her life. It also took the life of the most outstanding weapons and engineering Ph.D. in the entire Harthaus Institute of Science... Pamela Samuel's body was hung on the City Wall, and her doctoral robe was riddled with holes and stained with blood. She died by the merciless machine gun fire of the the Erebus Apostle. When Jonathan found her, he used trembling hands to piece her body back together... Harthaus Institute of Science's Weapons Engineering Ph.D, Pamela Samuel, heroically martyred on the City Wall, at the age of only 28. This brutal and brutal act not only erased a weapons Ph.D. from Harthaus but also challenged the iron-blooded spirit of Harthaus! Jonathan kept this bullet hanging it on his chest. That year in the courtyard, that tender back view... That year at the Weapons Engineering Institute, the figure elongated by moonlight... Childhood sweethearts, but ultimately separated by death. Jonathan could never forget the silver bell-like laughter, a voice that echoed in his mind, becoming his only belief over the past two years. This revenge must be avenged, or I shall not rest in peace! For two whole years, he never forgot the bullet on his chest! Slaughtering Peace Island, hunting down the the Erebus Apostle!! "Pamela, I will slaughter every angel of the 'book' and extinguish every 'book' organization in the world! I will tear off the wings of the book angels and use the blood of demonic angels to mourn your soul!" Jonathan's surroundings were filled with a chilling atmosphere, like turning into hell! Overwhelming killing intent permeated the air, a sword's whisper! Athena's face turned pale, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble! At this moment, she seemed to have seen a terrifying demon, breaking free from the hellish prison! "Yo... your Excellency!" Athena, trembling, took out a stack of documents and handed them to Jonathan with great care. "This is the key figure of this mission. According to the organization's investigation, the target the book wants to deal with is her! President of the Bert Group, Grace Bert! Getting close to her will lead you to the the Erebus Apostle!" Jonathan's eyes were icy and demonic. He slowly took the documents, and his figure, like a demonic being, slowly walked towards the iron prison gate outside Wakeshire. The heavy iron gate of Wakeshire Prison opened slowly. Jonathan, wearing a white shirt and camouflage military pants, slowly stepped out of this most mysterious and strict prison gate in all of Harthaus. Outside Rosetrie Highland, the snow was pure white. Deep in the hundred thousand mountains, desolate and uninhabited. Only wild beasts roamed. Athena followed closely behind him, her beautiful eyes complex and vigilant as she watched the man's back. Facing this terrifying man was like facing a demon... it made her heart palpitate. So, she didn't even dare to engage in any unnecessary conversation with him. There, a helicopter with a special military license plate was waiting on the open ground. The pilot wore a uniform, and on his shoulders, he carried a special medal! Only members with such a medal had the qualifications to welcome this demonic being upon his release! Athena quickly stepped forward and opened the helicopter compartment for him. Jonathan coldly entered the cabin. Athena turned and stepped into the co-pilot compartment. The military helicopter roared to life with a thunderous sound! Carrying the tremendous noise of the wind, under the horrified gaze of everyone in the entire prison. The helicopter, carrying this demon, finally left the mysterious iron prison of Rosetrie Highland! ... At an altitude of a thousand meters, the military helicopter flew over the sky, making a whistling sound. Jonathan sat in the back, closing his eyes to rest. At this moment, Athena suddenly whispered, "Minister's calling." She then handed a mobile phone to Jonathan. Jonathan, with closed eyes, casually took the phone and placed it beside his ear. "Death Lord, everything is well?" A deep voice drifted through the phone. "Troy Fast, do you really think that with just a broken prison like Wakeshire and a so-called Special Forces, you can confine me?" Jonathan, with closed eyes, responded to the phone with an indifferent tone. His voice carried a sense of arrogance and cold disdain. Inside the helicopter compartment, Athena and the pilot exchanged a silent glance... It was evident from each other's eyes that they were shocked. Among the entire organization, who would dare to boldly call the minister by his name? In the phone, the old man named Troy Fast chuckled mysteriously, a smile that was unpredictable. "Death Lord, I know Wakeshire Prison can't hold you, so... that's why I let you out." "Troy Fast, I dislike unnecessary words." Jonathan's eyes remained closed, his voice cold and indifferent. There was a hint of impatience in his tone. On the phone, Troy Fast fell silent for a few seconds and then suddenly said with a solemn tone, "The organization has a new mission for you." "Speak." Jonathan said coldly. "According to secret intelligence intercepted by the National Security Bureau, the book Killer Angels have entered the borders of Harthaus again. The last time they were seen was in Slozand City." The voice of Troy Fast sounded deep and hoarse through the phone, "Death Lord, accept your new mission—hunt down the book Killers." The air became silent. Jonathan's breathing became heavy, and in his pupils, a tremendous killing intent surged uncontrollably! "Agent 77, Athena, will be your mission intelligence assistant. Take her with you to Slozand to complete the mission!" Troy Fast's voice was deep and solemn through the phone. "I don't need her. Killing her... I am enough alone." Jonathan's voice was as cold as an ice cellar. He forcefully crushed the phone in his hand. ... At the same time, in Roully City... a mysterious office in a forbidden castle. An old man with silver hair sat in front of the desk, his deep-set eyes closed, tapping his fingers lightly on the desktop... 'Ding Ling Ling!' Suddenly, the red dedicated hotline phone on the desk rang! The silver-haired old man opened his eyes, and his gaze swept over the caller ID on the dedicated phone: 0002! The old man's face became solemn! Among dozens of dedicated phones in the northern region, only one person could have '2' as the dedicated line number! The old man abruptly stood up from his chair, solemnly picked up the phone. "Do you really intend to let him out?" A deep, hoarse voice came through the phone. "Reporting to the leader, yes." The old man held the phone, his face serious, "This mission can only be completed by him." On the other end of the phone, the man remained silent for a few seconds... then said in a husky voice, "A year ago, he caused trouble... have you forgotten? Now, the prime minister of Mitterstein is searching for him." "That's why this mission should be carried out by him." The old man's eyes were deep, holding the phone solemnly, "Monsters should be dealt with by their own kind." Over the phone, it fell into silence again... After a long while, the man on the phone spoke slowly, "Troy Fast, remember... if you mess up again, the organization won't intervene a second time to clean up the mess." The old man held the phone and nodded solemnly, "Understood! Tell our leader, please rest assured!"