Chapter 252

Luke's words completely upset Joel Nash's mind, he endured for four years, waited for four years, arranged for four years, everything was ready, did not want to be exposed.

His identity was revealed, which was a big problem for him.

The FBI, the CIA, the Department of defense, the secret service and the Senate will never allow a demon to be president. Maybe they are plotting how to kill themselves.

Thinking of this, Joel Nash can hardly control the killing intention of the surge.

No, we can't go on like this. We must take the initiative.

What should we do?

Give up years of planning, looking for a new host.

But if we do this, years of hard work will be in vain.

"Monsieur gaster, your expression tells me that you are struggling. Are you thinking: should I run away? Or take the chance to give up your life. With all due respect, you should choose the latter. "

Luke opened his arm and said in a loud voice, "you are the ruler of the galaxy in ancient times, one of the oldest demons in the world. Your birth is so noble, your blood is so powerful, and you master almost all the magic. How can a strong man like you run? You should fight, use powerful power to kill those who dare to resist you, and turn all creatures on the earth into slaves, ascend to the top of the planet and become absolute rulers. "

"Only in this way can you be worthy of your noble birth."

"Come on, Mr. gaster, fight. Since you have exposed your identity, what are you waiting for? Burn the city to ashes with your magic and tell all Americans: the devil gaster is back, your ruler is back, and I will be crowned king here."

"Come on, Mr. gaster, don't hesitate, hurry, go, it's too late to do it again."

Luke screamed, his voice was impassioned, his face was like a knife in Joel Nash's chest, as the ruler of ancient times, how could he ever be ridiculed like this,

"damn human!"

Joel Nash bared his teeth, his forehead glittered with a strong black red light, and the mountain like prestige permeated his whole body, which was stronger than the grey robed man in the swamp forest.

Luke looked at him expectantly, his body overflowing with green fire, forming a flame shield.

Time in this moment freeze frame, as if after a moment, as if after a long time.

In the end, Joel Nash stopped, scattered the black and red lines on his forehead, and the pressure on his whole body disappeared. He gazed at Luke deeply,

"cunning earthman, I will not be fooled by you. As long as I am still the president, you can't and dare not attack me, say I am a devil. Is there any evidence? Who can prove it

Luke sighed. "Lord gaster, I've shited and peed on your head. I can stand it."

Joel Nash snorted, too lazy to talk.

Luke thumbed up. "You're a thousand year old son of a bitch." Holding the chair and standing up, "since you choose to be a turtle, my task has been completed. I'll leave it to the Ministry of defense and the FBI."

Then he left the study slowly and turned back when he left,

"by the way, I'll take your daughter tonight."

Joel Nash's cheek twitched violently, and his right hand was empty. It seemed that he wanted to squeeze the air. Finally, he could not do it here. Once he did it, his identity would be completely exposed.

Although this matter is very troublesome, it is not that there is no chance. As long as the re-election is successful, we can seize the power and win everything.

In fact, gaster's performance is far beyond Luke's expectation. He didn't expect that the devil, as an ancient ruler, could endure so much. Just like the saying, "if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan." if you want to go on living in a human way, Luke really has no good way to deal with him. You can't send a killer!

The assassination of the president is no small crime.

After the conversation, Luke leaves Blair palace with Vanessa. Joel Nash stares at the window until Ferrari disappears in the street. He turns around, picks up the phone, thinks about it, puts down his finger on his brow, and with the deep incantation, the mirror swings open like water, and a young man with black and gold vertical pupils emerges.

"What's the matter?"

Joel Nash said in a deep voice, "my identity is exposed."

Hearing this, the young man in the mirror was shocked,

"how can it be?"

"It's not you." Joel Nash growled, "if you hadn't been careless, how could they have cracked the secret of the stone jar and found out who we were?"

The young man roared, "is it useful to say that now? The key is how to deal with it. Do you have any idea? "

Joel Nash snorted coldly, "it's exposed. What else can we do?"

"You're going to run!"

"What else?"

Joel Nash said angrily, "the FBI, CIA, and the Department of defense all know my true identity. What do you want me to do? They don't do it now, because they are worried about their identity. It doesn't mean they will endure forever."The young man in the mirror sneered, "you are still as timid and cowardly as before. If you take the earth by force in my way, there will be so much trouble."

"Fool, you want to provoke all the ancient gods on earth."

The young man in the mirror didn't speak at once. His cheeks were twisted, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes. The earth was far more terrible than he thought. If it wasn't for the fear of the hidden ancient gods and demigods, they would have conquered the world by force.

After a moment's silence, Joel Nash continued, "just now, the man who killed you came to me."

The young man suddenly woke up and said angrily, "Luke Shaw?"

"Yes, that's him."

Joel Nash squinted, "I understand why you are defeated in his hands. It is a very powerful character. Powerful, fearless, clever and smart. He constantly teased me with words, forcing me to make a move. What I did not expect was that Blair palace was surrounded by FBI eyeliner. They waited for me to expose their identity and ridiculous human beings. How could I be fooled? And my daughter... " After a pause, in the young man's gloomy eyes, he hissed,

"Vanessa has become his woman."

Boom!

There was an explosion in the mirror, black magic gushed out, turned into a huge cyclone, and the air was cut, giving off a snake like hiss.

"I warned you that Vanessa is my property. No one is allowed to touch it."

Joel Nash sneered, "he's touched it more than once, maybe in bed."

The surging black magic stopped in an instant, and the half demonized youth showed their bodies,

"where are they now?"

Low words without the slightest emotional fluctuations, like a dead pool.

"Fool!"

Joel Nash scolded, "you have never thought why he would approach Vanessa. Human society is about evidence. Although he cracked the secret on the stone jar, so what? Is there any evidence? Who can prove that I am the devil gaster? Don't forget that I am still the president of the United States. To blame a president, we must come up with practical evidence. "

"They need evidence, where does it come from?"