C301 - 298 The First Meeting With Mephisto, A Prolonged War.
Walking out of the Bar With No Doors and driving into the urban area of New York.
Looking at the enthusiastic Magik, Luke calmly responded and raised his vigilance.
In view of this situation, he had many kinds of thoughts.
Such as beauty schemes, bait, and so on.
'Everything seems to be getting interesting.'
Forty minutes later, Luke got out of the taxi and followed Magik, who swayed her hips.
In his view, the other party was the Queen of Limbo and was also a popular participant in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.
She must have some ulterior motives to take the initiative to throw herself at him, being so passionate, straightforward, and provocative..
There was no free lunch in the world, and there would be no good thing for a beautiful woman to come to his door for no reason.
As a strong and healthy male creature, Luke was confident in his charm.
However, he didn't redeem Dick Grayson's 'Ladies Man' skill card.
How could he successfully get a youthful, lively, sexy, and charming female superhero within half an hour?
This was a bit exaggerated!
Superman was a 'walking female warlock' pile driver but wasn't a humanoid aphrodisiac that automatically emitted pheromones.
"The room is very big, hmm, the bed is also very big."
Luke swiped his room card and walked into the luxurious suite where Magik was located.
This was the Hilton Hotel located in the center of New York. It seemed that the Queen of Limbo had a very prosperous life after returning to Earth.
"Then do you want to try the bed -- see if it's soft or not?"
Luke was looking at the crystal chandelier overhead, picking up the remote control and turning on the TV, which most people do in hotels.
Although no one really wanted to watch TV or the news.
But they always turned it on subconsciously, as if following a certain custom.
However, when Luke finished this set of actions, he turned around.
He found that Magik had removed her boots and leather pants, almost at an extraordinary speed.
The first thing that caught his eye was the lovely girl with her gorgeous body stretched across the bed.
'Ah ... not even going to chat about it first?'
'Wasn't this bit too fast!'
"If you feel hot, you should turn on the air conditioner in your room."
Luke tried his best to make his speech look as straight as steel before figuring out what was coming.
"When I saw you, I found you very attractive. My inner impulse made me feel hot and dry ... I don't even know your name yet?"
Magik's amber eyes stared straight at Luke.
It seemed to pierce his soul through the handsome skin.
"You dare ask someone to a room when you don't even know his life, gender, or sexual orientation?"
Luke's face remained unchanged, but inwardly he cursed.
"I'm Stephen Strange's contractor, an ordinary master."
He introduced himself.
"Strange ... Oh, you mean the stinky guy who looks like he fell down the drain and just crawled out? To be honest, it's kind of amazing that he made it through the first match."
Magik wasn't interested in other competitors and spoke casually.
Then, she put her eyes on Luke.
"Aren't you here to see me?"
Luke was a little surprised. He hadn't done anything yet. The other party was so active and direct.
"Before I stepped into the Bar With No Doors, the diviner at Limbo said that I would receive a surprise gift."
Magik stretched out one foot to hook Luke's trouser legs. Her amber eyes were like a pool of spring water, gently flowing out.
"Now, it seems, she's absolutely right."
Luke picked his eyebrows. Was this Marvel world's version of 'a Chinese odyssey'?
The one who pulled out the sword was the destined hero of the world?
He had never heard of such a setting.
"Sit closer. You smell good."
Magik hooked her fingers like an evil female demon, releasing an alluring aura.
Luke, who was prepared to fight while keeping calm, sat down on the bed.
Before he could say anything, two white arms wrapped around his neck.
Pa!
The crystal chandelier that originally shone.
Instantly extinguished.
'The sugar coating is off, but where are the bullets?'
Until the last minute, Luke still didn't understand the situation.
The Queen of Limbo was only greedy for his body, or maybe she had other plans.
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The scale of time, in people's subjective judgment, could be long or short. There was no accuracy.
If you are waiting for buses and subways or the bell to ring and leave school, then a few short minutes can be very long, as if the second hand is ticking very slowly.
A few hours become just a blink of an eye on holiday, or a rave party, and some other pleasant situations.
For example, Luke who ended the battle.
For him, he didn't think the fierce battle would last long.
But when the curtains were opened, and the city was overlooked, the night was getting darker.
"So, you simply want to sleep with me?"
Luke casually put on his robe and stood in front of the huge French window.
As the Queen of Limbo, a famous young witch who was proficient in dark magic and a new generation of mutants, Magik had excellent personal strength.
She had a physical quality that was close to that of a demoness. In terms of flexibility and endurance, she was excellent among the opponents Luke had encountered before.
"I originally had something serious to say, but... I forgot."
Magik laid limply on the bed, her waist-length blonde hair spreading out, covering her beautiful curves.
"Mephisto, the old swindler, should be right next door. You can go there."
Luke paused, then smiled, "Next time, healthy activities like this can actually be postponed."
He didn't expect that he virtually stood Mephisto up and made the other party wait for hours for no reason.
Of course, he didn't expect Magik to directly have sex with him, which made Luke inexplicably feel as if he had sold his body.
"But, what does Mephisto want with me?"
Luke took off his robe and went into the bathroom.
No matter what universe he was in, he had never met this Lord of Hell and had no friendship with him.
"The old fraudster contacted all of the participants of the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, one by one, privately."
Magik replied breathlessly.
"It seems that hell is making a big move."
Luke's eyes flashed, and his mouth tilted.
Mephisto never dealt with the Sorcerer Supreme. Often moving in secret and always acted as the villain hiding behind the scenes.
It seemed that the Ancient One faked his illness and probably caught a big fish.
"Umm... Luke, leave a phone number. When we get an opportunity, let's make another appointment next time."
Magik made no secret that she was satisfied with Luke in all aspects and thought it could develop in the long run.
"We will meet again soon, don't worry."
Luke smiled, pushed the door, and went out.
He was no longer confined to a female warlock exclusive pile driver, but female demons too -- Magik was, in a way, a semi-demon.
'I feel like I'm going further and further down the wrong path and will never return.'
Luke shook his head, determined to resist the temptation of the outside world.
He pushed open the door next door and saw an old man in a suit with a gloomy face.
The other person was sitting on the single-person sofa, sipping wine and watching TV.
The smell of sulfur, which was so strong that it was almost impossible to cover up, was all over the room.
Masters with slightly sharper senses, or those with psychic abilities, were fully capable of detecting it.
"I had invited fourteen guests, but unfortunately, only six of them came. You are the seventh."
Mephisto put down his glass and faintly said so.
"In fact, if I hadn't heard what was going on next door, I would have thought that you also rejected the invitation."
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"Tsk, a rare pure soul, it's no wonder that Magik could be enchanted and unable to stop herself ..."
When Mephisto saw Luke, who pushed the door and came in, his dark eyes turned slightly, flooded with a glimmer of surprise.
He didn't expect that Stephen Strange, the humblest of all the contestants, had a rare pure soul --the 'pure' here didn't mean that Luke was kind and warm-hearted, and his body shone with the light of the right path.
Rather, he never asked any 'bank' for loans and was a rare high-quality customer.
In this day and age, a master who hadn't signed a contract with a dimensional demon god was definitely a rare thing.
"I see."
Luke's eyes showed a hint of understanding, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile..
Therefore, Magik throwing herself at him could also be regarded as having other plans.
When he learned to meditate in Kamar Taj, he had attracted the covetous eyes of many dimensional demons.
Even the God of Chaos, Chthon, was willing to hand over the chaotic power of the three ancient forces to him.
The only condition was to sign a contract with him and become his envoy in Earth-1024.
This proved that Superdemon's extraordinary talent was so great that even the dimensional demon gods were impressed.
With this in mind, it wasn't surprising that Magik was attracted to him.
She wasn't greedy for his body.
But greedy from his soul!
"We, the visitors from hell, always have a hard time resisting the temptations of pure souls."
Mephisto looked at Luke differently, smiled, and said, "Would this young master, whose name is unknown, be interested in signing a personal safety insurance policy?"
"I assure you that the service provided by Mephisto Insurance is absolutely attentive and satisfactory."
"If you buy this insurance, you'll be a VIP customer of the Hell world."
"Whether it's a physical disability, a serious illness, or a life at the brink of death."
"If you call my name, you will be answered immediately, and your safety is guaranteed! Until the last moment of your life!"
Mephisto looked like a Wall Street stockbroker, speaking with sincerity and confidence.
He only mentioned the benefits Luke could get and completely ignored the risks he had to take.
"Oh, Lord Mephisto, what is the price? Everything has a price to pay to reap a reward, doesn't it?"
Luke wasn't afraid at all. Facing the famous Lord of Hell, he didn't panic. He faintly said, "I'm afraid that when my death comes, my soul will fall into your hands. There will never be peace, will there?"
"Moreover, the devil's contract is notorious for its many traps. Maybe when I finish signing my name, I will die on the spot, and then my soul will return to you."
This series of questions made Mephisto, who had a smile on his face, a little frustrated.
"Business is really bad. Damn the movies, damn the Internet! Now, everyone knows the devil's ways. Those elite politicians, celebrities in business circles, are even better liars than the devil."
The Lord of Hell cursed, sitting back in his original position.
Luke's mouth was smiling. He wouldn't be fooled by Mephisto's depressed appearance and let his guard down.
This old devil, who was notoriously cunning, wouldn't be so rude just because of a single failed deal.
But then again, considering Superman's long layover, Luke signing a contract with Mephisto wasn't a bad idea.
When this old devil found out that he may never be able to wait for the moment when the contract was fulfilled, his face would definitely be wonderful.
Just like Constantine from the studio next door, the unscrupulous guy sold his soul with one hand to the devil, with the other hand to the angel, and other weird entities.
Then, no one was willing to back down. Instead, they continued to let Constantine get away with it.
"Let's get down to business, Lord Mephisto."
Luke sat on the nearby single-person sofa. The Lord of Hell was looking for those Sorcerer Supreme Battle participants, presumably to make big news.
He didn't mind going inside at all, then backstab him and sell Mephisto out to the Ancient One.
"In fact, there's nothing else. Since you signed a contract with Stephen Strange, you must know that my favorite son, Blackheart, is participating in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle."
Mephisto slowly said.
"The second match is about to begin. and if I'm right, this one will be even more brutal."
"Of the fourteen people who passed the test, only two belong to Kamar Taj, Mordo, and Strange."
"Doctor Voodoo, Magik, and the Princess of Asgard; they promised to form an alliance with demons and take the lead in eliminating the two masters from Kamar Taj."
Luke raised an eyebrow. Mephisto was really worthy of being an old veteran.
No matter who the winner was, it's done by adding difficulties to the Ancient One first.
That's why every Sorcerer Supreme had to beat up the old devil.
Mephisto liked to do little tricks that might not pose much of a threat but were very disgusting.
"You should know that I signed a contract with Stephen Strange."
Luke held out his finger and knocked on the table.
"The contract of a combatant has no powerful effect that couldn't be violated."
Mephisto smiled. The grimacing face squeezed out a few wrinkles.
"You aren't Strange's beloved family or sibling. There's no need to risk your life for his."
"What's more, I can still add money! I will definitely give you payment that would satisfy you!"
Luke pretended to be hesitant and was silent for a while.
It wasn't surprising that the top participants would agree to Mephisto.
Like Doctor Voodoo, he had a close brother.
The other's soul fell into the hands of the old devil, and using this as a bargaining chip; it was easy to exchange it for the opponent's submission.
Like Magik, too, she was the ruler of Limbo.
It was unwise to compete for the position of Sorcerer Supreme at the risk of offending the Lord of Hell.
As for Loki...
Who knew what idea was in her little head!
"Then what should I do? What kind of payment could you give?"
Luke's eyes flickered as he showed off his acting skills.
"I can teach you how to terminate a contract. Wait until the critical moment of the second match, then betray Strange and give him a fatal blow!"
Mephisto blinked with a cold and insidious tone in his voice.
"Payment? You just mention it. Wealth, status, power... there's nothing I can't give you!"
The old devil compelled people's hearts one after another. Those dark eyes fixed on Luke. His words were very infectious, shaking people's minds.
"Really?"
Luke looked surprised.
"Then, I want to be the Sorcerer Supreme."
The smile that emerged from the corner of Mephisto's lips instantly solidified.
"That's not funny. Playing with the Devil and playing with the Lord of Hell. The price to pay isn't a small one."
The old devil's face sank like a stone in water, with anger in his eyes.
The air in the room was like glue, becoming sticky and suffocating.
The intense sulfur scent violently erupted, turning the surrounding area into hell.
The hot magma, the horrible atmosphere could frighten people to death.
"It seems that Lord Mephisto can't bring out any bargaining chips to move me."
Luke curled his lips, seemingly regretful.
He stood up and patted his palms.
The space was shattered like a mirror, reflecting a kaleidoscope-like overlapping scene.
"Then do you know what would happen if you scheme on an Allfather and a Sorcerer Supreme?"
The corners of Luke's mouth curled slightly. The sparks of magic jumped in his hands, forming a transmission portal.
The Ancient One emerged from it with his wand in hand. His face flushed and full of energy, not looking injured in the least.
"Hahahaha, Mephisto, long time no see."
Sorcerer Supreme shouted in full vigor. His right hand, holding a wand crafted from steel, was an unbelievably hard wand that reflected a cold light.
"You... don't come near me!"
Mephisto was so shocked that he retreated to the wall.
"I have some business to attend to, so I'll leave you to it."
Luke, with a compassionate look, glanced at the trembling old devil and softly said, "By the way, Master Ancient One, remember to focus on the attack, don't be merciful just because he's old.
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Luke didn't return to Magik's room. Even if the night was long and there was enough time to have another in-depth conversation to promote friendship.
He stood in the hotel's corridor for a while and soon waited until Master Ancient One, who was carrying a wand, pushed the door and walked out.
"Resolved. " .
The sage-looking old man said indifferently.
A wand made of stainless steel was shimmering with cold light.
With bright red blood and a strong smell of sulfur.
Before he left the room, Mephisto let out a miserable scream.
Luke believed that the Sorcerer Supreme had done a good job blowing the old devil's head off.
"Thanks to you, I was able to catch Mephisto this time. "
The Ancient One drew a circle with his hands, put his hands behind his back, and took the lead in entering the transmission portal.
"The old devil had always been very cunning. Every time he leaves hell and comes to earth, his whereabouts are quite hidden. "
"Moreover, he has evil knights and a large number of incarnations in the material world. The three sanctums have a hard time locating him. "
"Although it was said, damaging only one of Mephisto's incarnations doesn't hurt him. "
"However, he should not be able to interfere in the next Sorcerer Supreme Battle. "
"You and Stephen Strange can now finish the test with peace of mind. "
Luke smiled. Normal people knew that there was no good end to making a deal with the devil.
He's not only hungry for their body but also for their soul.
He wanted to swallow the whole person to the bones before he gave up.
This was the nature of the devil, greedy and ruthless.
Unless a person had no choice, they would only look for him if they had lost their minds.
"Maybe this is a trap deliberately designed by Mephisto to test your reaction, Master Ancient One. And whether your time was really coming to an end..."
Luke's eyes flashed as he reminded him softly.
The Lord of Hell came to the door for nothing. There must be a conspiracy behind it.
Never treat Mephisto lightly.
This guy could always make a splash.
For example, moving hell to Las Vegas, opening Hotel Inferno, and harvesting souls with pleasure and desires.
And putting Zarathos, the vengeful spirit in Ghost Rider, into the bodies of Captain Marvel and Thor.
Forming an invincible squadron Spirits of Vengeance and repeatedly rubbing Doctor Strange into the ground.
"Oh, I know the old devil's mind. "
Back in Kamar Taj, the Sorcerer Supreme instantly changed styles.
There were absolutely no traces of having beaten Mephisto to a pulp.
Instead, he looked as if he was panting, ashen face, walking with great effort, and seriously injured.
"Blackheart, Prince of Hell, is just bait thrown out to attract Kamar Taj's attention."
The Ancient One spoke with difficulty as if he was about to die.
'There's no need to pretend in front of me, is there?'
Luke's mouth twitched.
He thought that the Sorcerer Supreme was really into acting, so he had to pretend even when people weren't around. Really too dedicated.
"No matter what Mephisto wants to do, I will keep an eye on him."
The Ancient One said lightly.
The two-dimensional demons who could make things happen the most were...
One, Dormammu.
And two, Mephisto.
They were both very troublesome.
But after a while, it would be fine.
When Stephen Strange took over as the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One could retire and get off work.
The universe was so big, and he wanted to see it.
Being confined to the earth was too boring.
"Since you're so optimistic about Strange, it's better to open more back doors for him."
Luke pretended to cooperate with the Ancient One's act and helped him walk into the central hall.
"For example, reveal the content of the next match?"
Considering this Sorcerer Supreme Battle, there were indeed a lot of strong contenders.
Strange might lose the qualification and say goodbye to the battle if there was the slightest bad luck.
The Ancient One glanced at the other as if he was annoyed.
The great Sorcerer Supreme, did he look like the kind of person who didn't pay his debts, skipped work ahead of time, and engaged in underhanded moves?
"I mean, it's reasonable for someone as noble and open-minded as you to reveal some information to your successor, right?"
Luke cleared his throat and reluctantly said so.
The Sorcerer Supreme's name was known in many dimensions; who didn't know him?
"Do you think I don't want to? If I could, I can't wait to directly decide on Strange and complete the handover on the same day. "
Entering the central hall and seeing no one was around, The Ancient One finally told the truth.
"But the Sorcerer Supreme's candidate is not decided by Kamar Taj or me but selected by the Vishanti themselves. "
"We are just bystanders releasing news and waiting for the results. "
Luke raised an eyebrow but wasn't surprised.
He just asked casually and didn't expect that the Ancient One would really open the back door.
But all superheroes must experience setbacks and growth.
Strange's road to becoming the Sorcerer Supreme shouldn't be too smooth.
"By the way, Master Ancient One, what great things will happen in the foreseeable future?"
Luke chatted some more, and after talking about interesting stories about the universes for a while, he was ready to leave.
Stepping into the transmission portal, he seemed to think of something and asked curiously.
Loki's abnormal behavior, thinking he was the genuine Thor so far, but Asgard has been in the dark...
All of these things made Luke feel wary.
"You know, Superman. If I say something about the future, then it will most likely not happen. "
The Ancient One's vicarious eyes faintly lit up with light.
"If you perceive something, then ... follow your own thoughts, don't doubt or waver. "
Luke's face remained unchanged as he nodded and stepped into the portal where the magic sparks were jumping and splashing.
'What was the Ancient One's answer suggesting?'
'Is my guess correct?'
'Or ...'
'It's getting more and more complicated. '
Luke stopped by Times Square, where the big screen was rolling with the images of the superheroes of the younger generation.
The Avengers had already left the stage and hid behind the scenes.
'I hope I don't run into any big things like the Celestials or the Living Tribunal. '
Luke put his hands in his pockets and disappeared into the crowd.
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Mind Maggots remaining in Strange's soul were almost digested.
The rotten stench on his body, which was disliked by people, finally dissipated.
These days, Wong and Rocket were reluctant to have dinner with Strange, thinking it would affect their appetite.
"My magic-resistant heavy armor and the enchanted version of the AK47-Beast should come in handy. "
Strange was ambitious and wanted to show off his talents.
Then, he touched the increasingly sparse hair, and his heart grew a bit sad.
To become stronger, to become the Sorcerer Supreme, to protect the earth, and maintain peace --
The price he had to pay was too heavy!
"Where's Superman?"
Looking around the room, not seeing Luke, Strange was a bit surprised.
It seemed that the other party hadn't shown up for three days. He wouldn't be in any danger, would he?
"Don't you know? He and the second-ranked pretty girl have been staying in a hotel. He still hasn't left that room. "
Rocket Raccoon bristled, categorizing both Luke and Thor as 'hoes before bros' kind of guys.
Maybe those glistening long legs and warm, thick, and soft breasts were more important than teammates?
Rocket Raccoon, who was single so far and hadn't met a suitable female, couldn't understand why humans were interested in those twittering, noisy, and annoying evil women.
"I think Groot is better. "
Rocket couldn't help but miss his tree.
"Three days ... his physical health is really good. "
Strange's eyes revealed a trace of envy. Although most of the masters in this world were muscular macho men with strong physiques.
But, continuous output for three days and three nights ...?
This was no longer a question of physical fitness, but his kidney needed to be powerful too.
"Don't spread rumors, rabbit. "
Luke's voice sounded abruptly. His tall figure stepped out of a transmission portal.
"I have a very pure ... relationship with the Queen of Limbo. "
Superman had a straight face. It expressed that he wasn't addicted to women and wasn't the type that couldn't help himself.
"Besides, the main purpose of my visit was to get information for Stephen. "
Luke patted Strange's shoulder and earnestly said, "Even if I sacrifice a little bit of my body, it's worth it. "
"Next time you need to sacrifice your body, please just let me do it. "
Strange volunteered himself.
"You still keep up the high-intensity workout, from a hundred push-ups to five hundred. "
Luke took a look at his opponent's gradually perilous hairline, masses of bulging muscles, and was very pleased, "Stephen, only sissies like cute and sexy soft appearances. You should go to Master Mordo or Wong to compare notes. "
Strange had a strange expression. He felt that Luke's words had another meaning.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The copper bell rang, interrupting everyone's small talk.
The second qualifying match started. Strange and Luke walked side by side and went to the wide square together.
"That's Mordo, the Sorcerer Supreme's most trusted disciple. "
When Strange saw the dark-skinned and strong senior, a subtle emotion rose in his heart.
He was brought to Kamar Taj by Mordo, and many basic knowledge and spells were taught by the other party.
Personally, Strange admired the hardworking and talented senior.
Without the hint from the Ancient One, he couldn't have come up with the idea of running for Sorcerer Supreme.
"Triple soul aura, yeah, he is already a legendary master. "
Luke lamented.
Behind Mordo, there were three bright rings invisible to the naked eye.
Those were his three contractors.
One of them was said to be the great Master Merlin.
With the blessings of powerful forces, Mordo broke through to the legendary rank and became the most competitive participant in this battle for supremacy.
"What is the second test?"
Luke looked away and asked softly.
The first match was a test of courage and perseverance in the face of a constant stream of Mind Maggots.
"Strength. "
Strange grasped the token in his hand and absorbed the information.
"It's a total slaughter. Fourteen people. Be the first to eliminate eight people. Leaving eight people. "
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'A test of strength?'
Luke grinned.
It was finally his turn to perform on stage.
Those fighters could be regarded as strong contenders with various means and endless cards.
They were either of extraordinary origin, amazing background, or outstanding talent ...
But in front of Superman, too bad, no one was qualified to talk about 'strength'.
"This is our home advantage, Stephen." .
Luke lightly said, he seemed to be very confident.
"Are you sure? Ranked among the top three favorites, Blackheart, Mephisto's son, is supported by an invincible legion."
Strange wasn't optimistic, he hadn't seen Luke's means yet, and he temporarily put Superman's strength at the 'high-ranked master' level.
"Your gun ... friend, Magik, Illyana Rasputina, the Queen of Limbo, is proficient in dark magic and an alpha mutant."
"Doctor Voodoo, Loki, Mordo... none of them are mediocre."
"If it was a test of other things, perhaps I could win with my wisdom."
"But putting them and me in a huge arena isn't a good thing."
Wong was deeply convinced that Strange might really be eliminated this time.
With his strength, facing any contender in combat, the possibility of defeat was very high.
"Why don't you just bet against yourself? "
Rocket was annoyed and began to encourage Strange to bet with him.
"Losing the match would be winning the bet. Losing the bet would be winning the match... Neither one is bad!"
Strange was a little moved, but on second thought, if he didn't have confidence in himself, was it necessary to participate in the next battle?
Then he righteously refused Rocket's offer to gamble.
"Then you wait for a little and work harder. I bet all my money on you."
Rocket didn't persuade Strange anymore but didn't lose heart. He turned his head and threw the winning chips at the opening in the Stars Forum.
Luke took a moment to glance at the headline, [Sakaar Star Royal Casino, Sexy Dealers, Online Licensing ..., came into view.
The Grandmaster's business scope was really extensive. Besides the arena and slave-hunting business, he was even involved in casinos.
"Just wait. The only thing you have to do is put on your magic armor and hide behind me."
Seeing that Strange wasn't confident, Luke smiled and comforted.
After the bell in Kamar Taj rang, many mystics in robes rushed to the square.
Joining in the fun has always been human nature.
"Stephen Strange ..."
"Mordo..."
Other people's eyes scanned over the two men, and they whispered.
The vast majority of mystic masters preferred Mordo.
Strange came to Kamar Taj too late and had too little time to study magic, so it was hard enough to survive the first match.
"The competition begins."
The leaders of the three sanctums arrived together.
Together, they cast spells to light the tokens in the hands of each combatant.
The transmission portal leading to the stadium was slowly taking shape, waiting for the contenders to enter.
Last time, it was in the Dream Dimension.
Where would it be this time?
Strange smoothed his inner tension and stepped out.
He and Mordo, who also approached the portal, looked at each other, and the latter spoke in a deep voice, "Strange, this isn't a battle you should take part in."
" I, alone, am enough to protect Kamar Taj."
This dark-skinned, firm-eyed new legendary master didn't know that his teacher was actually pretending to be sick and asked for leave, taking the opportunity to retire.
Filled with passion, he wanted to protect the three sanctums and Kamar Taj. Fulfilling his inner sense of mission and honor, he participated in this battle for supremacy.
Luke, who stood beside him, slightly shook his head. The Ancient One's approach wasn't very good.
In case Mordo found out the truth that the heir to the Sorcerer Supreme was already decided on, and all his hard work and perseverance was all for nothing.
It was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't instantly turn evil.
The consequences of turning admiration into hatred were very serious.
"I also have my own path that I want to complete."
When Strange remembered what the Ancient One said to him, his inner hesitation suddenly dissipated and became firm.
The Sorcerer Supreme extended his hand to rescue Strange when he was in his most confused and desperate state.
Now the other party was approaching the end of his life and was dying.
Strange felt that he should stand up.
If Luke knew the thoughts of these two people, he would definitely feel that the Ancient One's acting skills were too powerful, and Oscar owed him a golden statuette.
"Very well, let's have a fair competition! For the supreme glory!"
Mordo swaggered and took the lead going into the transmission portal.
The triple halo hanging behind his head was like a crown made of gold.
Suddenly, it condensed into solidity and glittered with a brilliant light.
This was proof of his legendary status!
"For the supreme ... glory."
Strange bowed his head in silence and then walked into another portal.
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In the barren land, large and shocking cracks appeared, like terrible scars.
The blazing heat evaporated the moisture in the combatants' bodies, baking their skin.
The pungent smell of sulfur, like a mass of rising yellow smoke, permeated everywhere.
"This is ..."
"Hell."
As soon as Strange entered the venue, he summoned Superman to escort him.
Afterward, perhaps it was a psychological effect.
His throat felt itchy and thirsty.
His skin became dry, and his surge of magic power became chaotic.
"Hell ... the Sorcerer Supreme put the second match in hell!?"
Hearing Luke's answer, Strange was surprised and subconsciously gripped the metal-headed mace in his hand.
He seemed worried that somewhere a couple of fierce demons would jump out and tear himself to pieces.
"That's right. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the lower levels of hell."
Luke raised his head and looked at the sky. The thick crimson clouds covered everything, shrouded everything, and cast a huge shadow.
On the distant horizon, there were endless black mountains, as if they were huge monsters crawling on the ground.
The grass, trees, rocks, and even the reptile creatures that occasionally passed by, were like fuzzy smoke, constantly twisting and changing.
All in all, this was a desolate wasteland full of weirdness.
"Lower level of Hell..."
Strange finally reacted.
He was at least a walking encyclopedia and had little understanding of each dimension.
Hell and Heaven are the two most perfect and unshakable of all dimensions.
The former was even more hostile to Kamar Taj and the three sanctums.
"The place where the Lords of Hell and leaders release the souls of sinners?"
Strange whispered.
The serious face showed a touch of solemnity.
Hell was a broad concept.
Not a single dimension, but a vast space formed by overlapping many worlds.
For example, Limbi, ruled by Magik, was the part closest to the material world.
The so-called 'lower level' was the farthest place from reality in Hell.
The souls that had fallen and exiled here would never be freed.
"Then we should be careful."
Strange wore heavy armor with covered-up neat hands and feet, seriously protecting himself.
His entire body was covered with protection forged by special craftsmen from the New York Sanctum.
All of them are made of high magic resistance materials, which were combined with special techniques to engrave rune circuits.
Even if he stood still and let a high-ranking mage bombard him, they wouldn't be able to break the defense for a while.
"I've read that the lower level of Hell is very dangerous. It's where the souls of the sinners have been wandering for a long time and can't be freed."
Strange transformed into a mobile fortress clad in heavy armor and holding a shield.
There were no other defects except that his speed decreased a bit.
"They have long lost their living memory, killing and devouring each other without reason and gradually merging into a new soul."
Strange's voice was low, not wanting to think too much about the cruelty of it.
"Then, the new souls would continue to repeat this process ..."
Luke picked his eyebrows, interrupted his explanation, and whispered, "Someone's coming."
"An unsolicited ... prey."
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"It feels good to be back in hell."
A pale, handsome young man opened his hands and spoke as if he was intoxicated.
He took a deep breath, like a heavy smog lover, showing a satisfied look.
His black windbreaker wafted and rippled.
For other combatants, the barren and harsh living environment in the lower level of Hell was simply unbearable.
In his eyes, however, it was so common that he seemed to be used to it.
Like coming back home.
Those horrible evil spirits that wandered around this place in hordes, full of fierce and evil aura..
Those scorching and unpleasant Sulphur fumes could make your throat itchy.
That chaotic magic that was full of impurities and difficult to absorb...
It was as if there was no effect on him but rather a pleasant one.
"Hell ... I think this will be an enjoyable hunt."
The handsome young man walked forward. Those reptilian creatures hiding in the shadows in the corners cowered trembled and seemed to be afraid.
This uninvited guest didn't look like a weak soul who was brutally exiled and fell here.
The opponent exuded a natural pressure, like a predator occupying a high position on the food chain.
The familiar atmosphere made people retreat and be too afraid to provoke him.
Son of the Lord of Hell, what was he doing here?
After struggling with each other, the powerful evil spirits speculated.
When they were weak, they were 'wild beasts' that had lost their minds.
But after eating one weaker soul after another and absorbing those complicated memories, they became more cunning.
"There is... prey ahead."
Before the handsome young man could lament, the token he held began to heat up.
According to the competition rules, both sides would issue warnings whenever they were close to competing participants.
They could choose to fight.
They could also choose to ... run away.
"No matter who he is, he's very unlucky because he met me."
The handsome young man lifted his feet off the ground, and the corners of his black windbreaker billowed.
Behind him, a pair of dark wings grew.
Originally, he had pale skin that almost seemed like he had never been exposed to the sun. It was now somewhat transparent.
His dark veins were strewn all over him, making it especially gruesome.
Whoosh!
Every time he flapped his wings, the handsome young man's figure flashed and appeared at a great distance.
Before long, he found the target.
"No vigilance at all."
Flying in mid-air, with the help of overcast clouds as a cover, the handsome young man hid.
He stared at the heavy figure below, somewhat speechless.
'What's that guy doing?'
What came into sight was a black spot.
Looking down with his superb eyesight, the guy looked like a large steel can.
'Did Iron Man also come to the battle?'
'But Tony Stark wouldn't wear this kind of heavy armor, would he?'
A series of question marks popped up from his head.
"Stephen Strange, a master."
It took a long time for the handsome young man to determine the identity of the other party.
Although he knew his competitors well, he still needed to think and remember them for a long time.
He couldn't help it. The one called Strange was too plain.
Strange's performance in the first entry match wasn't impressive.
It was more like relying on tricks to muddle through.
On the contrary, Thor and Loki, the brother-sister combination beautymacho man, gained popularity and became popular contenders.
"How long has it been since I tasted the soul of a master from Kamar Taj?"
A wicked brilliance flashed in the eyes of the handsome young man, like a hungry person seeing a lot of food.
The black devil's wings shook violently and rushed down.
Whoosh!
The sound of the wind billowing rang out.
A palm covered with hard scales, as if cast in black iron, clenched towards Strange's solid heavy armor.
The handsome young man was very confident. After turning half-demon, his skin was enough to resist armor-piercing bullets, and his strength could penetrate steel.
Bang!
Crack!
"Fuck!"
The smile on the handsome young man's face didn't last long, then solidified.
Then, it turned into a twisted and ferocious expression of severe pain.
His muscle swelled up, and the strong arm that was covered with scales felt like it hit an indestructible iron wall.
Bending into a startling arc, the white bones were exposed, and dark brown blood flowed out as if it were oil, sticky and burning.
It dripped on the ground, emitting a sizzling sound and a bit of smoke.
"What happened?"
Strange backed up repeatedly and almost fell.
Without even realizing the danger, he was directly hit by a deadly attack.
"Blackheart!"
Through the crack on his steel helmet, Strange saw the handsome young man and couldn't help but step back.
That's right.
The guy that attacked him.
It was the son of the Lord of Hell, and he was also the most popular contender for the Sorcerer Supreme seat.
Blackheart!
"I'm too unlucky."
Strange said with a headache.
The most under-appreciated ignored contender met the most popular one.
It was like an unknown soccer player going head to head with Zidane or Messi head-on.
Except for a one-sided crushing defeat at the end, no one could imagine another possibility.
He wondered, could Superman be trusted?
...
...
"This poor guy!"
"How interesting!"
"The strongest meets the weakest... Do we still need to think about it?"
"Kamar Taj's hapless master, how can someone bet on him to win all three matches? I'm afraid they would even lose their underwear!"
"..."
There were many discussions in the Bar With No Doors. Those who watched the live broadcast were looking forward to a cruel beating with no suspense.
Blackheart, Prince of hell, descendants of the old devil Mephisto.
For a guy like him, there was no mercy or weakness in his heart.
Just like a cat playing with a mouse, to torture the enemy, play with the opponent, and finally, take their body and soul away.
This was what the devil should do!
In addition, Kamar Taj didn't stipulate that they couldn't kill their opponent.
Therefore, most people believe that with the devil's bad taste, he would never let go of the opportunity to humiliate the three sanctums and anger the Sorcerer Supreme.
Execute and kill a Masters of the Mystic Arts in front of them.
"Mephisto would be happy to see this kind of scene!"
"Yes!"
"It would be even more interesting if they could draw out the old devil and the Sorcerer Supreme!"
The guests in the Bar With No Doors were all a bunch of people who liked to eat popcorn, and they always held the idea of watching the fun and were unafraid of big events.
They couldn't wait for Kamar Taj to fight with Hell, the more intense, the better.
Provided, of course, that it didn't affect their own safety.
'I'm not going to lose all my money and drown myself in the sea to pay off my debts, am I?'
Rocket sitting at the table was a little worried.
He stared at the live broadcast. His head was full of terrible scenes where the Grandmaster caught him and kept him as a pet in Sakaar.
"Eh, that's not right. Where's Luke? This should be his chance to come out!"
According to Earth's chess game, Strange was just a cheap pawn.
In addition to increasing the number of stumbles, he wasn't much use.
Superman was different. He was a glittering 5-cost unit chess piece, which could change the situation on the battlefield!
...
...
"Tell me, aren't you a master?"
Blackheart asked expressionlessly as he set back his own bones.
He hadn't seen any master who would put such strong and incredibly heavy armor on themselves.
Not only were spell circuits engraved on it, but they also added magic resistance and immunity to physical damage.
Rebound attacks on Hell creatures also had a critical strike effect.
"Where's your wand? Why are you carrying a shield?"
"Where is your robe? Why wear heavy armor?"
"..."
Blackheart questioned with anger.
If it were other masters, they would have already died under his surprise attack.
Strange's body didn't match as someone who would use magic resistance equipment. He was at a loss for a moment.
"There's no rule saying that masters can't wear armor, right?"
Strange said in a loud voice.
He held the shield with both hands to guard against the fierce attack that might come at any time.
"Moreover, it has just been proven to work."
When Strange answered, he didn't forget to ridicule.
When it came to annoying people to death, he was on par with Tony Stark.
"Is it?"
Sure enough, Blackheart felt offended. The black windbreaker fluttered, and a gloomy cold atmosphere lingered around his body.
"Master Strange, then I'll show you. You'll only get yourself killed if you stay inside that shell like a turtle!"
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Among the many Sorcerer Supreme contenders, Blackheart was the most popular and ranked first.
This wasn't a false conclusion drawn out of thin air, but accurate data obtained by comprehensive consideration of the market forecast and winning rate evaluation released by the Grandmaster.
The latter was a well-known member of the Elders of the Universe, who was extremely addicted to gambling. He had a sharp eye in this respect and rarely made mistakes.
"Blackheart has a strong card, and with his identity as the Prince of Hell, this is a safe bet."
"I wonder what kind of card Mephisto gave him?"
"If a demon becomes the Sorcerer Supreme, it would turn Kamar Taj into a joke."
"The Vishanti's decision is unquestionable. Haha, I'm really looking forward to the results."
"..."
Less than half an hour after the start of the second match, a collision broke out, which completely aroused the appetite of the audience.
A popular contender, against an unpopular newcomer.
This was such a traffic bringer.
At this moment, there was only one thought in the hearts of the many spectators.
'Fight! Fight! Fight!'
Rocket stared at the live broadcast, wondering if the young demon who looked like gigolo could stand a punch from Superman.
But he had seen how Luke had punched Thanos, who was wearing the Infinity Gauntlet, to the ground. And he had done that repeatedly.
At that time, it looked like with one punch, the guy would instantly be pulverized.
Whoooosh!
In the lower level of Hell, Blackheart, who was standing on the barren land, opened his hands.
The gale of white lingered around his body, merging into a translucent illusory form.
A man wearing a fur coat and looking like a kidney deficient man appeared behind Blackheart like a stand-in summons.
Air Demon, Abigor.
"Doesn't this guy feel hot?"
Strange saw the wind demon that emerged along with the whistling wind and couldn't help but feel a little impressed.
Being able to wear a fur coat in Hell, this hot and dry environment, this was really a tough guy.
Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!
Seeing Blackheart call for a helper, Strange didn't add any more nonsense.
With a strong shield in one hand, his other hand threw out several scarlet chains.
Whoosh!
The dense light invaded the space, directly dispelling the shape of the air demon, but did not cause substantial harm.
"Foolish master, the air will not be caught!"
The air demon wildly laughed.
His translucent body rotated at high speed, wildly rolling up a large area of sand and dust.
In an instant, a terrible dragon rolled up from the ground.
As if the earth had been shaken, a loud noise rumbled.
The natural disaster-like terror almost took people's breath away.
By the Wondrous Winds of Watoomb!
As a walking encyclopedia, Strange cast spells with one hand and responded quickly.
Surging magic, forming a sharp cone, suddenly burst open.
It directly broke up and collapsed Abigor's giant dragon coils.
This was a high-level spell, specially designed for severe weather disasters.
"The wind is a stream of air and can be disintegrated."
Strange calmly said.
Although he was very young, and hadn't been in Kamar Taj long enough.
But in terms of combat response, there were always some whimsical ideas.
However, the fact that the first attack from Abigor was blocked didn't mean that Strange had won.
At his feet, the floating dust and gravel quickly condensed into a bald man.
Earth Demon, Gressil.
Unexpectedly, the bald man hit Strange's steel armor with a punch.
Bang!
The latter, like a cannonball, was hit off guard and flew out.
"Blackheart, let me squash this tin can!"
The earth demon said in a gruff voice.
"Don't worry, play with him for a while."
Blackheart waved his hand and gave an elegant smile.
Beside him, a dripping wet long-haired man appeared at some point.
Water demon, Wallow.
These were all of Blackheart's contractors, the three demons of Hell.
Each guy had the characteristics and power of a single element.
The wind demon could control airflow and protect against physical damage.
The earth demon had immense power and had the ability to grow bigger at any time.
The water demon was so elusive that he had an immortal body.
Being able to control these three demons, Blackheart thought that those masters weren't his opponents.
"I want to taste this master's fear first and then eat his soul while appreciating the despair on his face."
The corners of Blackheart's mouth grinned, revealing hideous sharp teeth.
His true face was hidden under this young skin.
"By the way, Master Strange, where's your contractor? He didn't leave you and ran away, right?"
Blackheart didn't rush and walked slowly to the other party. The magic resistance armor was smashed by the earth demon, leaving a shallow mark. The strong force shook the guy inside to the core.
He lifted his foot and stepped on Strange, who hadn't stood up yet, but he heard a voice from above his head --
"Are you looking for me?"
Blackheart subconsciously looked up and saw the tall and straight figure with his arms across his chest.
"Stephen, as I said, when you can win easily, don't think about trying to do it on your own."
Luke looked down at the young devil and smiled gently, "If you had let me do it earlier, you wouldn't have to be trampled by these guys."
When he sensed that a combatant was approaching, Strange urged him and wanted to deal with it himself.
Perhaps, the victory of the first match and the thinning hair gave him great confidence.
Therefore, Luke stayed quiet and witnessed the scene of the latter being beaten.
"It's two to one."
Strange was indignant. He had the confidence to fight any demon for a while.
Who knew these demons didn't have a shred of decency? Two came at him at once, and they also used sneak attacks.
"You think it's a fair fight between cowboys in the West, each taking ten steps and shooting at each other? There are no such rules between masters and demons."
Luke scoffed unabashedly. It was time for him to teach Strange a lesson.
If demons had moral integrity, would they still be demons?
This meant that this new master, who hadn't graduated from Kamar Taj yet, didn't clearly understand the cruelty in the magical world.
"Then you look at what it means to be a true Master of the Mystic Arts."
Luke slammed to the ground and lifted up a circle of dust.
Then, his eyes were fixed on the bald man.
That was the earth demon, Gressil.
"You punched him. I'll have to return the favor."
Luke said lightly.
Immediately after, under Blackheart's shocked gaze, he clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it straight out.
The terrifying force was like a solid cannonball, sending out a wave of air.
Time seemed to slow down. In the eyes of the bald man, Luke's movement was like a frame of stop-motion animation.
He could clearly see it, but he couldn't dodge it, as if his mind stagnated.
Boom!
The bald man was smashed to pieces before he could feel the huge momentum, like a landslide and a tsunami.
"Fists can't kill me..."
A flash of fear rose in the earth demon's heart, but it was quickly suppressed.
As long as he was on the ground and was surrounded by dirt and dust, he wouldn't completely die.
This was the characteristic of a half-elemental demon!
But not waiting for the bald man to finish, his body turned into gravel and was continuously crushed into powder by the violent force.
Visible to the naked eye, they became smaller and smaller.
"Have mercy!"
A demon who felt death approaching cried out from his heart.
"Sorry, not for you."
Luke, who had no feelings, shook his head to refuse.
Boom! Boom!
In the endless vibration, the existence of the demon was instantly erased.
Combined with the surrounding large areas of land, as well as the black mountains stretching behind them.
They all disappeared and vanished, leaving only a straight and huge ... tunnel.
"This is a master?"
Hiding in armor, Strange's throat rolled. The fist of a high-ranking master, was that terrifying?
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"I hope he's okay ... Well, he's already gone!"
"This one punch was terrible!"
"Mothefucker! Punching him right through the lover level of Hell!"
"..."
The guests in the Bar With No Doors, looking at the constantly changing live broadcast, all looked dull.
Such a shock!
They couldn't believe it!
It was as if there was an undetectable camera, tracing the aftermath of that punch.
The spectators who followed the second match, through slow motion, saw the fists throw out a large cloud of dirt, crushing the target into tiny matter.
Then, the raging air billowed, like an invincible huge cannonball, abruptly cut the black mountain behind it.
The hard rock was like a crisp biscuit, breaking off at a touch and easily tore out of a huge tunnel.
The volcano was flattened, the forest was penetrated, and a group of hapless evil spirits vanished ...
The momentum continued, sweeping all the way through!
Until it pierced the space of the lower level of Hell and blasted into the black chasm!
Any obstacles standing in front of it were crushed!
It was hard to imagine that this was the damage caused by a single punch.
"Inhuman..."
"A cosmic being..."
"..."
The bar was full of conjectures about Luke's identity.
He was a fresh face.
They had never noticed him before.
In the Stars Forum, there was only a casual description, 'a High-ranking Master' in the introduction of Stephen Strange's identity.
"If he's a master, I would eat this table!"
A gambler who lost his bet angrily said so.
He had never seen such a violent master.
If someone could kill a demon with their fist, why would they need a wand?
The Sorcerer Supreme didn't rely on a pair of iron fists to sweep Hell and drive out the darkness!
"Strange is a lucky guy, directly becoming a big popular contender, and rushed to the fourth position on the popularity list!"
Rocket's eyes narrowed, laughing so hard.
His wave of bets reaped rich rewards. He really took a chance and won.
Unsurprisingly, as soon as Superman made a move, his strength shocked the four.
Earth demon Gressil wasn't a strong enemy. He could only be said to be a bit troublesome.
The semi-elemental characteristics made it difficult for him to be completely killed by conventional means.
Generally speaking, a master would seal them up or imprison them somewhere.
Superman not only wiped out his existence but also used a rough and visually effective way.
Audiences loved this kind of thing!
Unexpected surprises and the sudden appearance of the dark horse would make the show more enjoyable.
Except for the gambling addicts, they just wanted to win.
"No one really thinks that Blackheart would lose to a little master, right? No way, no way."
Rocket held a computer and posted in the forum and saw this weird post.
"Idiot. You're just angry because you lost a bet!"
Rocket also had some ability in this area, annoying people with his words.
While he was busy with people online, the first collision in Hell was still going on.
"Let's go together! Don't be afraid. He's only one person!"
When Blackheart saw that his minion was punched and killed, he couldn't help but panic.
However, he was still the Prince of Hell and had seen some big scenes, so he quickly told the water and wind demons to take over.
Before that, such a high-profile appearance attracted the attention of the audience.
If he ran away now, Mephisto would be furious.
His father was very concerned about dignity.
Especially in front of his old adversary, the Sorcerer Supreme.
People who could anger the Ancient One and provoke the Temple of the Three would be praised by Mephisto.
Running away, he would turn into a joke and also incur severe punishment.
Between demons, there was no such thing as fatherly love or filial piety.
For example, Blackheart couldn't wait for Mephisto to retire sooner, so he could quickly get to the top.
The latter was also always on guard against his group of heirs.
"How do we fight him?"
The wind demon showed a reluctant expression. He turned into a gale and prepared to run away.
Mephisto entrusted him to do his best to help Blackheart win the battle for supremacy.
But he had no intention of dying.
This wasn't how the demon did things.
"I don't have much combat power here."
The water demon also retreated.
Hell was extremely hot, just like being in a furnace.
For a demon who depended on water, it meant that he went to the battlefield with nothing.
"You ..."
Blackheart was furious.
Although demons were synonymous with cunning and shamelessness, they had nothing to do with honesty, courage, and trustworthiness.
But this young devil didn't expect his minions would thoroughly follow those traits.
"No one is running away."
Luke's eyes swept the audience. His sharp eyes were like swords, which made people's hearts feel cold.
"I'll start with you."
He inhaled gently, his terrifying lung capacity tugging at the airflow as if it were a ventilator on full power.
The wind demon, who was the first to run away, only felt he was moving backward involuntarily as if he was sucked into a whirlpool.
No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape.
Luke was like a bottomless pit, and the wind demon was sucked in after only holding on for less than a minute.
"Help!"
Before he died, he also called for help from his partner, but unfortunately, there was no response.
Tsk! Tsk!
Luke smacked his lips twice, seemingly not satisfied with the taste of the wind demon.
The demon, both his form and soul, were swallowed together.
This scene frightened Blackheart, who was barely calm. He began to wonder who the real devil was.
Eating a demon raw?
Was this still human?
'Forget it, forget it. I can't afford it. '
Dignity was important, but life was more important.
Blackheart retreated. Black wings grew behind his back.
It shook violently as he flashed away.
Only the water demon, who hadn't reacted yet, saw the situation and tried to slip away.
But--
"Where are you going?"
Luke exhaled, and a wave of searing heat came steaming up and rolled down.
The stellar energy in his body slowly flowed, releasing an extremely frightening heat.
He was like a walking volcano, pouring heat over the poor, weak, and helpless water demon.
"Let me go..."
Without waiting for the water demon to beg for mercy, his whole body was directly vaporized and turned into a wisp of smoke.
"Stephen, you stay here. I'll be right back."
Luke didn't pay attention to the so-called three demons of earth, wind, and water. If Mephisto could call the former fire demon and Ghost Rider, that would be more interesting.
As for the other guys, they were too weak.
Boom!
The ground trembled.
That tall and straight figure rose into the sky, tearing the atmosphere in a few seconds and sending out several sonic booms.
Blackheart flew with his wings. His worried heart hadn't calmed down yet.
An amazing blast was heard in his ear, and then a forceful palm was pressed on his head.
The sound and the figure arrived almost at the same time.
Blackheart was lifted without any resistance, and his dark wings flapped wildly. Thick flames suddenly appeared.
Hellfire that burns the souls of sinners!
"Mephisto even gave you this thing? He didn't give you the Spirit of Vengeance, which is the most powerful weapon in the hands of the old devil."
Luke chuckled, stretched out his hand, and directly tore off the wings. The clouds of flames as thick as black oil couldn't touch him.
"They aren't enough to judge an Allfather."
Rip!
The wings were reduced to ashes and dispersed with the wind.
The screaming Blackheart finally showed his true face.
The handsome looks turned into rotten flesh and blood.
His teeth were ferocious, his aura violent.
His body rapidly swelled, his skin turned reddish, and hard scales quickly covered his body.
The curved horns were like iron, and the hooves on his feet were curved like bows.
In an instant, Blackheart turned into a demon.
He broke free from Luke's grasp, and with a roar, his eyes were filled with tyrannical killing intent.
"I'm going to show you what true cruelty is..."
With a fist as big as a millstone, he hit Luke, who was standing in the air.
The latter didn't dodge or evade and stretched out his hand to receive it.
"Is this it?"
Luke shook his head, seemingly a little disappointed.
He didn't even shake in the slightest. In turn, he threw Blackheart down and slammed him into the crater.
Boom!
Smoke billowed!
"A devil will never be afraid of fire."
Blackheart quickly climbed out of the hot magma. But as soon as he finished this sentence, he felt terrible pressure.
In midair, Luke was expressionless.
Heat condensed in his eyes, and he looked down.
The light of destruction filled Blackheart's vision.
Boom! Boom boom boom!
Terrifying energy was released and blasted into the crater, creating a volcano erupting with an even more violent sound.
Lower Hell seemed to have shaken a little.
Those fierce evil spirits seemed to sense the danger.
Trembling and shrinking in the shadows.
Luke watched as a huge mushroom cloud rose up. When the smoke cleared, the huge volcano disappeared, leaving only a huge crater that made people's hearts palpitate.
"On to the next one."
Seeing Blackheart was bombarded to death, he nodded in satisfaction and quickly left.
This was a quick pass through the levels!
"Where did Superman go?"
Strange, who stayed in place, waited for 20 minutes.
Suddenly, the token in his hand slightly heated up and expanded into a transmission portal.
"The match is over ..."
He was absolutely shocked.
Six participants were eliminated?
This was way too fast.
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For the guests in the Bar With No Doors, this was probably the most boring match they had ever seen.
In the beginning, Blackheart met Strange, and the Prince of Hell confronted the master from Kamar Taj, bringing his own gimmick. The effect of the show was undoubtedly exciting.
But later, Luke appeared on stage and made a bold move.
First, he wiped out the three demons with one punch, and then he blasted Blackheart, the most popular player in the battle, to bits.
If this was the end, those who watched the live broadcast wouldn't have any opinions.
The unexpected reversal was exactly what they were happy to see.
But the subsequent development was a little worse.
The live broadcast closely followed Luke, and everyone watched him fly with all his might, hovering in the sky like a supersonic fighter, looking for enemies.
Whenever he found an unlucky person, he would ask if the opponent was willing to abstain and withdraw from the match.
Anyone who was rude and tried to resist would be blown away with a merciless punch.
Killed on the spot, even their ashes were disposed of.
The scene was extremely violent and bloody.
It didn't matter if they were burnt to bits. However, the most outrageous thing was that Luke would read a eulogy used by Priests at a funeral afterward.
Not letting the souls of the deadfall into hell, unable to break free.
This thoughtful superficial funeral, like a one-stop service, really stopped other people from complaining.
This kind of process might still be interesting for the audience to watch at the beginning.
But repeating the same thing over and over, gradually, they felt dull.
On average, Luke took care of one combatant every 3 minutes.
This efficiency was amazing.
The fierce battle royal match was turned into a quick pass tutorial level.
It could be described as boring and dull.
"So ... that's it?"
"The man who said he would eat the table?"
"Yes, I don't feel like watching the match anymore. I want to see a 'man-eating a table' show."
"..."
The guests in the bar had lost interest in the live broadcast.
They ordered more wine and booed the unlucky guy into eating the table.
"Be quiet! The third match is starting."
Rocket hugged his computer, jumped onto the bar, and spoke with discontent.
These stupid earthlings just knew how to shout. It was really hard to imagine that they belonged to the same species as Superman.
"Shut your mouths! Witness the birth of a Sorcerer Supreme!"
Monako was indifferent to his customers, but he was someone who liked small furry animals.
"Come on, have some."
He pulled out a crunchy carrot from somewhere, shaking it and teasing Rocket like a rabbit.
"Stay away from me, you old bastard! I'll jump up and smash your kneecaps!"
Rocket Raccoon, who could curse like a pirate, immediately spat out.
The way people treated pets naturally wouldn't work on him.
What's more, he's not a rabbit. Why would he eat carrots?!
"Why is the third match starting now?"
"No intermission?"
"Nonsense! The second match didn't last for an hour and a half, from the beginning to the end!"
"It must be temporary overtime..."
"..."
Strange, who was in the live broadcast, slowly walked out of the transmission portal formed by the expansion of the token. However, he found that he didn't return to the real world but arrived at a strange place.
"Where is this?"
He looked puzzled.
Looking through his seam helmet, he looked at the surrounding environment.
The land was flat as far as the eye could see, with tufts of weeds underfoot.
Desolate, empty.
This was Strange's first impression.
"The space isn't stable. It feels like a different dimension existing in the gap of other dimensions."
Luke, who appeared, whispered.
What came into view was a small, gloomy town.
In his perception, the world was crumbling like a candle that was about to go out.
"This is ... San Venganza, a place that has long been forgotten."
An old cowboy on a horse answered.
He appeared like a timely NPC and answered Strange's question.
"Welcome to San Venganza."
With his face full of vicissitudes, the old man took off his cowboy hat and gestured slightly.
Luke's eyes moved slightly. He seemed to have some impression of this small town, San Venganza.
"I'm Carter Slade."
The old cowboy then introduced himself.
Hearing this name, Luke raised his eyebrows, seemingly suspecting something.
Carter Slade was Mephisto's first Ghost Rider.
With the addition of the town of San Venganza, things seemed to get more interesting.
While he was thinking about the third match, transmission portals expanded one by one and appeared on the desolate land.
Coming out of them, the seven fighters who had passed the match, including Strange, were exactly eight candidates.
"What happened? The match was over before I met my first opponent."
Thor saw an acquaintance and rushed over excitedly.
He was carrying his Stormbreaker with regret in his eyes.
Before a great battle started, they already passed.
"Someone ended the match."
Magik was carrying a large sword as tall as a person and looked at Luke with ambiguous eyes.
Between these two people, it could be said that they knew each other's depth after a lengthy and intimate exchange.
"He eliminated six participants, so we had to go straight to the next match."
The Queen of Limbo was also a popular contestant in the battle, and her words carried a lot of weight.
The other candidates couldn't help but reveal their shocked expressions.
Looking at Strange and Luke, there was a faint vigilance in their eyes.
"It looks like we're going to be targeted."
Luke felt the change in the atmosphere and lightly said so.
He was eager for the remaining candidates to rush towards him and give him a chance to end the competition all at once.
With just a bit of thinking, he knew the theme of the third match was definitely different from the previous one.
The Vishanti wouldn't let an overpowered participant pass the three tests with ease.
Those dimensional demon gods liked to make simple things complicated.
"Save."
Holding the token, Strange lowered his voice and said, "We have to save this town. This is the final test."
Luke was slightly surprised and grimaced, "If that's what it is, I probably won't be of much help."
He was only good at physical aspects and had no say in saving other people's souls.
That was the daily routine of Superman next door and Captain America.
Luke was more used to erasing the existence of others and solving the problem once and for all than to convert them and give them a purpose in life.
It was easier and time-saving.
"All the people in town sold their souls to Mephisto."
Strange, like a player who received a quest, explained the details.
"What we need to do is to bring those people back to the right path so that they can rest in peace."
The rest of the candidates were also given the same quest, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
If it was a test of individual strength like the last match, they probably wouldn't have been a match for Superman, even if they did it together.
"Haha, saving a small town ... a novel experience."
The black-braided Doctor Voodoo walked towards the small town of San Venganza.
He seemed to have an idea and couldn't wait to implement it.
Mordo gave Kaecilius a fierce stare before following suit.
The latter sneered and walked in another direction.
Loki kicked Thor. With her hands behind her back, she kicked the weeds with her restless toes.
"Go."
She gave Luke a thoughtful look and left.
"See you in town."
Thor scratched his head and followed Loki's footsteps.
Seeing the competitors enter the arena, Strange laboriously took off the magic resistance heavy armor and gasped, "What should we do?"
In the second game, he didn't use his enchanted AK47-Beast, which was a pity for him.
"Let's see first. What have the residents of the town who sold their souls to the devil had fallen into?"
Intuition told Luke that this match wouldn't be easy.
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San Venganza used to be a wonderful place with simple folk customs and great people.
Although it hadn't yet reached the level where people left their belongings outside and didn't lock their doors at night.
However, under the joint management of the sheriff and the mayor, there had been no criminal incidents such as theft and feuds for several years.
It could be predicted that if we were to select the most civilized towns in the west, San Venganza would surely win the first prize.
However, fate often liked to mess with people when they were caught off guard.
One day, the old devil stepped into San Venganza.
He deceived the mayor and bewitched the sheriff.
Aroused the greed of the townspeople and amplified their inner selfishness.
Finally, through a carefully planned plot, he led everyone to the path of depravity and to abandon the God they believed in.
"Three thousand fallen souls were sealed in a contract."
Carter Slade, who was leading a horse, spoke in a deep voice.
"Later, Mephisto ordered me to retrieve the contract for him and open the door to hell."
"I ran away and went into hiding until the Sorcerer Supreme found me."
Carter Slade was a young Texas Ranger.
He was arrested and imprisoned because of his own greed.
In order to gain freedom, he sold his soul to Mephisto and became the Ghost Rider chosen by the other party.
"What about the contract?"
Strange walked into town and kept looking around.
Everything didn't seem as bad as Carter Slade said. The town's residents didn't react too aggressively, except for curious looks at the outsiders.
They all looked so peaceful, not looking like they needed to be saved.
"Mephisto still has it."
The old cowboy said regretfully.
"But he didn't open the door between earth and hell. The Sorcerer Supreme stopped the old devil's plan."
"But in the small town of San Venganza, three thousand souls of the fallen will forever be enslaved by him and will never be freed."
"They were tainted with sin, turned their backs on God, couldn't go to heaven, and couldn't escape from Mephisto's control."
Carter Slade suddenly stopped and looked at this seemingly normal, quiet town and shook his head, "What you see now is just a projection of the chasm of hell."
"The real town of San Venganza has long been ruined and forgotten."
Hearing about that past, Strange's heart was a little heavy.
"Then how can I save them?"
He asked subconsciously.
"I can't give you the answer. This is the Vishanti's test for you."
Carter Slade shrugged, hoping that someone would give the residents of San Venganza a clean slate.
The three thousand souls that suffered hadn't been able to rest in peace.
"You can move freely in this small town."
Carter Slade left these words and rode away.
He was just the guide and bystander in this match.
"You're on your own, Stephen."
Luke patted Strange on the shoulder, indicating that the match was up to him.
Compared with the previous two matches, with a definite goal, the final test was obviously much more difficult.
The Vishanti hadn't promulgated any rules but only delineated a vague scope. The rest depended on the combatants themselves to explore and discover.
"By the way, a friendly suggestion. If you can't figure out what to do, you might as well look at the other competitors."
Luke was going to find a random hotel and relax.
He had no intentions of ignoring Strange and let him fight on his own.
It's just that there was too little information, and he needed to observe some more.
"Competitors ..."
Strange pondered.
What would Mordo and Kaecilius, the former seniors, do in the face of the difficult task given by the Vishanti?
...
...
As night fell, the combatants who had settled in their respective places hadn't made any moves. They found that the atmosphere in the small town of San Venganza had greatly changed.
During the day, the warm-hearted residents, the talkative sheriff, the tavern owner who would answer all their questions ... all seemed to change.
They stared at the strangers who broke into town with hostile and hateful eyes.
"It doesn't feel good."
Thor frowned. He walked outside the hotel with Loki, and a group of bad-looking strong men slowly gathered around him.
Originally, two or three people were hanging around far behind, but more and more people joined along the way.
"You, go away! She can stay!"
The leader, with a pair of eyes looking straight at Loki, completely ignored Thor.
"Harassing my ... sister?"
Thor couldn't bear it. He would rather accept others flirting with him than forgive these gangsters for thinking about his sister.
This was the bottom line of a sis-con. It must not be violated!
"You should be taught a lesson!"
Thor rolled up his sleeves and swung his fist.
Asgardian's strong physique, facing the San Venganza's gangsters, was simply a crushing situation.
He broke into the tight encirclement alone and then beat the crap out of these short-sighted guys.
However, the storm didn't stop there.
The brawl attracted more attention.
The men from the small town joined in one by one.
It was like some kind of a fun game that attracted them.
Soon, the situation got out of control.
Thor was alone, facing hundreds of people.
Fists, iron bars, pitchforks ... All kinds of things were aimed at him.
Although it was painless for him, it was irritating.
Bang!
A gunshot.
A revolver's bullet hit Thor's chest.
This didn't cause him any substantial harm.
But the sound of gunfire echoing under the night sky was like opening some kind of gate, releasing the tyrannical, murderous desire of the residents of San Venganza.
"Loki..."
Thor saw more people gathered around, and with a fierce glint in his eyes, he directly extended his right hand.
The atmosphere exploded. Lightning lingered around the Stormbreaker that rotated at high speed, sweeping away the townspeople as if it was mowing grass.
"Is this the true side of San Venganza, the people that sold their souls to the devil?"
Luke, who was watching the scene, seemed to have guessed something.
...
...
The next day, early morning.
When the sun was shining on San Venganza, the town seemed to come to life.
"They aren't dead?"
Throughout the night, Thor, who felt guilty of killing so many townspeople, was dumbfounded to see the men who had clashed with him in the morning.
They didn't have the brutality and fierceness of last night. They were all smiling and greeting each other warmly.
As if nothing had happened.
"I see. The residents of this town sold their souls to the devil, which is why they behave so horribly at night."
After last night's encounter, Loki's eyes flashed with relief. She nodded softly and said, "They lost their souls and died long ago. They are people that don't actually 'exist'."
"Even if you slaughter the whole town, these people will be restored the moment the sun rises."
"Day and night are equivalent to the past and present of San Venganza, two sides of the same coin."
Thor scratched his head. In his opinion, what Loki said was too complicated to understand.
"You don't have to understand. Just do as I say."
Loki would never expect her stupid older brother to use that barren intellect of his. Her pretty eyes rolled around, and she whispered, "Let's go look for the mayor first."
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It had been two weeks since eight candidates for the Sorcerer Supreme Battle came to the town of San Venganza.
Each of them began to act and began to implement what they thought was 'salvation.'
Loki, the Princess of Asgard, the Goddess of Mischief, took her silly brother and looked for the mayor first.
"What? Gold is buried under the ground in San Venganza?"
The mayor met the two strangers in the office and then got surprising news.
"That's right."
Loki lifted the thick glasses on the bridge of her nose and spoke solemnly.
She changed her dress, wearing a small black lace hat and a pair of long riding boots under her feet.
The half-high collar white shirt and suit trousers made her look particularly capable and gallant.
Of course, it was also in line with the image of a female scholar she designed.
"We are geologists of the Royal College of England. After careful investigation and repeated confirmation, we believe that there are large gold deposits buried under the ground."
Seeing the doubt on the mayor's face, Loki took out a stack of drawings from the satchel hanging around her waist, depicting the terrain and landforms near the town.
If someone wanted to win people's trust, they had to act like a professional.
Loki thought that her impersonation was perfect.
The mayor's mistrust must have originated from Thor.
He was more like a bodyguard than a geologist.
"Mr. Mayor, you see. Here and here, the undiscovered gold mine is buried here."
Loki pointed to two places and spoke in a low voice.
"I have explored the rock composition around here and verified the age. It can be initially determined that a gold-rich deposit lies beneath San Venganza."
She talked excitedly as her hands danced.
Expectations in her eyes and excited tone. This was superb acting.
Thor, who was standing on the sidelines, began to wonder if there really was a gold mine, waiting for the townspeople to find it.
"Then what do you want to do?"
Without a doubt, the mayor was moved.
Indeed, a gold rush broke out in the western region, attracting an endless stream of newcomers for nearly a century.
With the dream of making money, they traveled long distances by train to this desolate land.
At that time, everyone said that gold was everywhere in the west.
They were exposed in the riverbed and only required simple digging to find the large, magnificent nuggets of gold.
However, in fact, not many people in the mighty gold rush brigade made a fortune by this.
Those who really earned the first pot of gold were actually businessmen who provided services for the gold diggers.
"We can provide professional advice, mining methods, and some machinery and equipment."
Loki acted shrewdly and made a condition, "But I need a lot of workers for the excavation work."
"That's not a problem. However, how should the salary be settled?"
The mayor touched his beard.
He already believed these two outsiders in front of him.
Although the gold rush in the western region had long passed, people's longing for gold and their desire to get rich overnight had never cooled down.
If it was true that there was an undiscovered gold mine waiting to be mined beneath the town of San Venganza...
Well, that was good news for everyone.
"That's exactly what I wanted to say."
Loki smiled as if she had already thought about it.
"The reason why I looked for you, Mr. Mayor, I hope you will be inclined to cooperate in this area."
"I have to buy mining equipment and hire a team of professionals, which will inevitably cost a lot of money."
The mayor frowned slightly. He understood Loki's meaning and asked hesitantly, "You mean, I should be responsible for the workers' compensation...?"
"That's right. This will be considered as a share. For every ounce of gold mined in the future, one-third of it will be yours, Mr. Mayor."
Loki said leisurely.
The mayor hesitated, thought it over and over for a while, and finally nodded vigorously.
People in the west couldn't resist the temptation of gold.
"San Venganza has no gold."
Leaving the mayor's office, Thor scratched his head and said so.
He didn't know why Loki bothered to weave a lie. Would it help her pass the test?
"I know. But people yearn for gold."
Loki put her hands behind her back, and her mouth slightly tilted, "The townspeople of San Venganza sold their souls to the devil and became degenerates."
"Therefore, every night, the desire for violence, greed, and killing will prompt everyone to commit evil acts like beasts."
"The test set by the Vishanti is 'salvation'. But what is salvation?"
"Let them be redeemed and ascend to heaven?"
"That's impossible. The fallen man who turns his back on God cannot be forgiven."
"A lot of wealth, a good life, a bright future ... These are the things people yearn for."
"if I give the people of San Venganza a goal and give them something to fantasize about, is it not a kind of salvation?"
The Princess of Asgard smiled slyly. The day and night of San Venganza are two sides of the same coin.
She thought that as long as the townspeople in the daytime were calm in some way, they could be saved at night.
"Dreams are the easiest to satisfy."
Loki whispered softly, with mixed emotions hidden in her eyes.
"But, they would always wake up."
Thor said hesitantly.
Loki, who walked in front, raised her chin and proudly said, "Don't forget, I'm a master of illusion."
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