How did I become a god of evil!

Chapter 148 Hell is on Earth

As Jason asked "Is this how my father died", the dungeon fell into a long silence.

For a long time, Brian didn't speak, but his old wrinkled eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was looking at some unknown monster.

"Don't you answer?"

Jason laughed wantonly, "And my uncle Gaunt, Balbo, my uncle Bennett, Dillard, Hooker, and my poor mother is also my aunt Catherine, and my cousin , more accurately Uncle Alex, and..."

"enough!"

Brian roared, the corners of his mouth twitched and he returned to normal.

"enough?"

Jason shook his head slowly, "Coincidentally, that's what I wanted to say, enough, really enough."

"You have been assassinated countless times over the years, so that now you only dare to hide in this poor castle, and you dare not even go to the Covenant City; , you can survive every crisis safely, but your descendants will always die.”

"I'm really curious, how can there be people like you in the world?"

"Everyone is afraid of death, I understand, but I can't imagine being afraid of death to the extent you are."

"50 years ago, you tried your best to sow seeds. In order to keep your blood pure, you allowed intermarriage within the family, and even married your own daughter..."

Jason shook his head, unwilling to continue, "You know, Grandpa, because of you, I don't believe in any gods, such as the Flame of the Sun, the Ruler of Fate, the Lord of Justice, the Wheel of Time and Space, and the King of Eternal Darkness. Shit!"

"They may exist, but only make that shitty oracle glow and bubble like a light bulb."

"Are they gods? Maybe."

"However, they are more like beggars, living by begging for people's mercy; they just brush a few layers of gold powder on the broken beggar bowl and cover it with a ball of light."

"If no one takes care of that broken bowl, what does it matter?"

Brian shook his head slightly, "No, Jason, don't despise the gods, they are much stronger than you imagine, they just can't come to the world at will."

"fart!"

Jason yelled, "If that's the case, they should come down to earth and kill you themselves!"

"They should tie you to the pillar of shame, strip off your glamorous clothes, tear open your withered chest, dig out your sinful heart, cut open the heart muscle flowing with sinful blood, and let the whole continent, including All living beings, including the Northern Continent, take a closer look at how vicious, shameless, and pathetic a person really is, so they will use their own flesh and blood as a life-saving shield to extend their lingering life!"

The stormy roar echoed in the dungeon, and there seemed to be ghosts screaming indistinctly.

Looking at Jason's distorted face due to anger, Bryan suddenly smiled.

The laughter gradually changed from low to high, and finally, he laughed out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, so much so that he couldn't breathe from the laughter.

"Jay, Jason, you know."

Brian Coughed again and again, trying to calm himself down, with a smile still on his face, "I'm not mistaken, of all my children, you are the most like me."

"fart!"

Jason roared, his handsome and gloomy face became even more twisted and hideous.

"Don't want to admit it? It's okay."

Bryan nodded his chest, "You said so much just now, I can give you an answer."

The old face smiled contentedly, "If you don't ask me, how can people be as shameless as me? I'll tell you clearly, just like what you did today."

"What did you say?!" Jason froze for a moment.

"Jason, you're doing what I did back then, just for the first time."

Bryan said lightly, "If there is a first time, there will be a second time. This is an irresistible glass of wine. Even if you know it is poisonous wine, you will drink it willingly."

"Fart!" Jason roared again.

"Tsk tsk, why lie to yourself."

Bryan shook his head, "Otherwise, why didn't you die and drain the blood of Bieber and Clay in Covenant Square?"

"I……"

Jason was suddenly speechless.

"look."

Bryan spread his hands, "It's easy to scold others, but it's hard to scold yourself; this is human."

Jason stopped talking, and his face returned to calm, as cold as a stone, but as pale as paper.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

Brian shook his head and sighed, a dark red light suddenly appeared and floated from his forehead, turning into a big blood-red hand.

"I didn't expect that other than me, there would be someone in the Albert family who would inspire the power of the bloodline, let alone that the power of your bloodline would be so pure. You know, I can't do it like you."

Seeing that Jason was puzzled, Bryan smiled, "Both Bieber and Clay are not surnamed Occam anymore, and their bloodlines are already very thin. Even if I want to draw their blood, I would You have to touch it with your body to do it; but you don’t need it, you can even do it at a distance of more than ten meters.”

"what!"

Jason grabbed his hair suddenly, bent down in pain and roared, "What kind of bloody blood is this! All Albert and Occam should go to hell!"

"Yes, my boy, we all deserve hell."

Brian's voice was calm, but his gaze became extremely sharp, "Perhaps, that is our real home."

"why why why!"

Jason tore his hair frantically, his roar gradually turning into a mournful sound.

He fell to his knees on the cold ground, weeping bitterly.

Outside the cell door, Bryan quietly looked at his hysterical grandson, his body motionless.

He knew exactly what it was like.

What Jason experienced was also what he experienced back then.

Once, he was more angry, more broken, and more hated than Jason.

However, can life be turned back?

If possible, he would rather turn his head back, and would rather die on the battlefield in the Eastern Continent's Savi Peninsula, rather than grabbing a trace of controlling power when he was on the verge of death.

But this is life.

There is no turning back.

The hysterical crying finally subsided, and Jason knelt on the ground, dumbfounded and silly, like a dead person who had lost his vitality.

"Jason, my favorite child, you ask why, I can give you the first answer now."

Bryan looked at his grandson, "Do you think I took refuge in that bastard Urban Constantine just because I was afraid of death? No, boy, you are wrong."

"That's a deal, and it's not just a tulip duke in exchange."

Jason looked up in surprise.

"What I really want..." Brian stamped his feet, "here."

"here?"

"Yes, here."

Brian Laughed suddenly, the smile was so bright, "All forbearance is the accumulation of strength, and all silence is waiting to explode."

Duke Tulip turned and walked out, raised his hand, his voice echoed in the corridor.

"Jason, you are right. All Alberts should go to hell; but hell is not in the underground, but in the world."

"Soon, there are still twelve days, hell will reappear, and at that time I will be the master of hell and the only true god in this world!"

"You'll see the day."

"My dearest son."

(End of this chapter)