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Mephisto found himself in a passive position against this extremely young Sorcerer Supreme, during the conversation.
From beginning to end, he was like a dog on a leash, being led around.
When to stop and when to walk were all in the other party's hands.
Of course, this description was too hurtful.
To explain euphemistically, it might be that the old devil preferred to listen to other party's opinions and had enough patience.
It was also possible that Luke's thinking was too wild, making it difficult for him to keep up.
"A Hotel Inferno chain..."
Mephisto's mouth twitched.
'Listing it, and becoming a giant company, sounded ridiculous enough.'
'He even dared to say that it would surpass heaven. Wasn't he afraid of causing trouble?'
The archangels like Gabriel and Michael were very narrow-minded and bore grudges.
The old devil took the spirit of vengeance created by God and made it his own slave, thus ending up on the blacklist in Heaven.
The two sides had fought many times, each winning and losing.
For example, Faust, a famous poetic drama in literary history, was based on real events.
The archangel Gabriel used the soul of the human, Faust, as bait, and tricked Mephisto.
"For a positive person like me, Heaven shouldn't mind me saying a few offensive words."
Luke shook his head and laughed.
Compared with the studio next door, where 'God' was the supreme being.
The identity of 'God' in the Marvel Universe was much more ambiguous.
He rarely appeared, and hardly ever appeared in person.
Even the existence of Heaven was introduced later.
Originally, there were only nine kingdoms on Earth, but in the 'Original Sin Event', the tenth world, 'Heven', appeared.
Right now, there wasn't much known information. It was said that there was a country where angels inhabit, and there were two pairs of wings on the backs of the creatures living in it.
Several thousand years ago, the leader of Heven, betrayed Asgard.
In a rage, Odin off Heven from the other Nine Realms and Yggdrasil, and exiled them completely.
But in this story, God was still in the background, and didn't directly appear.
According to the answer given by the Marvel Universe Travel Guide, the Lord of Heven wasn't God, but the Queen of Angels.
Otherwise, Odin wouldn't have made such a bold move as to exile to heaven.
The only glimpse of this supreme being was probably at the birth of the spirit of vengeance.
After the flood thousands of years ago, Noah's ark opened a new era.
God found that the original sinful nature of man hadn't changed and remained the same.
Therefore, God created the Spirit of Vengeance, who rained down on mankind in the form of fire.
It was intended that the spirit of vengeance, which couldn't tolerate the least bit of sand in its eyes, would oversee mankind and wipe out the greed and arrogance in their hearts.
The Spirit of Vengeance that landed in the human world would fuse with the soul of a human host with the right conditions, and carry out the ultimate task of eliminating sin and evil.
But God probably overlooked that regardless of good or evil, in which camp, taking things to the extreme would often brew a great disaster.
The Spirit of Vengeance didn't completely eliminate evil, but was tempted to fall into Hell, one after another.
The blue flame, which originally symbolized justice, had become the red flame of punishment.
Mephisto took the opportunity to enslave it and infuse it with the fires of Hell.
The Spirit of Vengeance had thus become the 'evil knight' under the command of the old devil.
Luke thought about it. A Heaven that could be exiled by Odin, wouldn't be that strong.
As long as that old man, God, continued to hide in the background, he wouldn't have any problems when doing something so reckless.
"Are you really the Sorcerer Supreme?"
Mephisto couldn't help but slightly frown, when he saw that Luke mentioned Heaven in a frivolous tone.
This guy looked even more heretical than the devils in hell.
"Of course, I'm officially certified by Vishanti."
Luke raised his eyebrows. The pure white light that enveloped his whole body became even brighter, almost blinding Mephisto's eyes.
A proper master only needed to learn illumination magic.
"I believe it! Believe! Master Sorcerer Supreme!"
The old devil's eyes felt sour and tears of regret were shed.
The pure white light burned him and caused his body to smoke and sizzle.
If Agamotto was the Sorcerer Supreme who hated Hell and discriminated against the devil.
And, the Ancient One was the most violent and brutal Sorcerer Supreme.
The one standing in front of him was undoubtedly the most shameless and jerk-like Sorcerer Supreme.
'I'm just asking a question. Was that really necessary?'
Mephisto's heart ached for his red suit, which could turn into flames of Hell.
Losing a little meant that some of his power was consumed.
"Let's get back to business."
Luke acted as if nothing had happened and looked normal.
He knew very well that, dealing with the devil...
Talk less, do more.
The best thing to do was to hit him more, so that the other party wouldn't have time to think and do meaningless little tricks.
Devils were fickle villains and dishonest liars.
Placing sympathy and trust in them was the most foolish thing a person could do.
'All along, souls have been monopolized by Heaven and Hell, but there's only one leader in Heaven and seven devils in Hell. The position of the actual 'Satan' was still vacant."
Luke started to talk, and used Constantine's skill card to deal with the devil. Maybe there was an additional chance of success.
After all, that guy had cheated countless demons.
Even the bosses in Hell reserved a VIP room for him, waiting for Constantine's soul to fall.
"In addition, 'Hell' is a general term. Some souls will go to Hel, Asgard's underworld, some spirits will be separated, and go to Hades, the King of Hades, then there are the various gods of death."
Luke counted with his fingers and counted Mephisto's market share.
"Not to mention other dimensional demons, their followers account for a lot, and their souls don't return to Hell."
"In the end, it seems that you're one of the biggest winners. But in fact, it's all an illusion."
"There's no denying the fact that the overall strength of Hell is always inferior to that of Heaven, and sometimes you have to show respect to those bunch of humanoid-birds."
The old devil originally put on a calm expression of 'no matter what you say, I won't be moved'.
But he didn't know why, the more he listened, the angrier he became.
He only felt a strong sense of empathy and a sense of approval.
"Lord Mephisto, I'm a pure passer-by. Listen, a Lord of Hell of your level, has to personally develop business...? No one will believe me when I tell them."
"Moreover, the souls you have diligently and conscientiously harvest, may not necessarily go into your own pocket sometimes. Is this in line with the rules?"
Luke glanced at the old devil's red face, continued to add fuel to the fire, and coaxed, "Why is this happening? Because there hasn't been a 'Satan' in Hell for a long time, everyone is fighting on their own, a scattered mess."
"All the souls harvested by Heaven belong to them. Those archangels earn a lot of money and enjoy a lot of profit."
"Hell, on the other hand, has to be divided at every level, which virtually weakens its own strength."
"The situation is getting worse and worse, so you can't catch up."
Mephisto subconsciously nodded, thinking it was very reasonable.
'Satan' is the 'title' of the ruler of Hell.
It not only represented a kind of honor, but also symbolized supreme power.
As long as one became 'Satan' and sat on the throne, that was the real 'Ruler of Hell'.
Mephisto also had the great ambition of competing for the 'Satan' title, but he was limited because of insufficient strength and couldn't overwhelm other big demons by himself.
"In your opinion, what should Hell do?"
The old devil modestly asked.
"Naturally, join forces and form an alliance of interests."
Luke tried his best to talk, kept talking, and tried to make Mephisto take the initiative to step down from the intellectual high ground.
"The vast majority of human beings often have the problem of having weak-wills and indulge in pleasure."
"It's not just casinos that could harvest souls and cheat them into signing contracts, there are also other ways."
"As far as I know, each of the seven demons of hell has a favorite kind of soul. Beelzebub likes 'gluttonous people', while Asmodeus appreciates 'lustful people'."
"As far as I can see, Hotel Inferno can expand its business scope, to include fast-food and erotic online live-streaming, and subdivide souls for precise placement and harvesting."
'Oh!'
The old devil's eyes glowed as he nodded again and again.
"Then how can we persuade other demons to reach this Hell alliance?"
Mephisto gradually neglected his tendency to stay vigilant, and took the initiative to ask questions.
"If you regard Hotel Inferno as a company, you can give up part of the shares and core business as a bargaining chip to attract other allies."
Luke had already thought about it and explained it to him.
"Let Beelzebub have the fast food restaurant, and Asmodeus can be in charge of the erotic online live-streaming Think about it. The harvested soul completely meets their requirements, and harvesting at a fixed point saves time and effort."
"In order to achieve better results, the Hell-Lords will try to develop the market and grow the business."
"The devil's employees will also work overtime. By that time, they won't complain about the blank checks and empty promises!"
"As the major shareholder of the Hotel Inferno Chain, we have a group of hardworking employees who will create wealth for us and a large market, and in a few years, we will become a giant in the industry."
"In this way, Lord Mephisto, your strength will be greatly enhanced, won't it be easier to take the 'Satan' title? "
The more Mephisto listened, the more excited he became. The beautiful blueprint outlined by Luke simply made his heart soar and he couldn't wait to start his business right away.
'Wait!'
'Something's wrong!'
'Us?'
The old devil seemed to regain his senses and wondered, "What do you mean 'us'?"
"Of course, it's you and me, Lord Mephisto."
Luke smiled brightly, stretched his arm around the old devil's neck, and showed a warm and affectionate expression.
"The expansion of Hotel Inferno into a chain will inevitably require permission from Kamar Taj. Without the Sorcerer Supreme as an umbrella, how can you develop your business?"
Seeing Mephisto's sinking expression, he tightened the strength of his arm, as if he was going to strangle the other party.
"Then I'll be the one under protection?"
The old devil said with difficulty.
Thinking of starting his own business, he had to pay protection money to others. The old devil was somewhat reluctant.
"Lord Mephisto, you have never opened a company, right? Listen, when you become a boss, you have to learn to make a name for yourself, pull in politicians, squeeze employees, and provide benefits."
Luke shook his head, explaining, "To make a name for yourself is to know how to do the books, to make those shareholders think that the company has been profitable, that the future is promising, and to learn to fool the authorities, always on the verge of risk."
"To woo politicians is actually to make friends. Heaven won't sit back and watch Hell grow. How can you compete with those humanoid-birds without allies, right?"
"Bringing in a Sorcerer Supreme can not only help you avoid the obstacles encountered in the development of the company, but also add an ally for you. Why not? "
"Don't have a psychological barrier, Mephisto, you must know how many people want to kneel down and ask for this blessing, right? But they have no way to get it."
The old devil looked confused, but gradually realized that Luke was right.
If the Hotel Inferno Chain could be built so easily, it wouldn't have waited until now, let alone be his creation.
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Seeing Mephisto's face of approval and trust, Luke had to lament that the Constantine skill card was simply a killer move against the devil.
The Lord of Hell, who was famous for his cunningness and scheming...
Under his babble, he lost the intellectual high ground.
The old devil already began to imagine a beautiful Hotel Inferno Chain becoming bigger and stronger and listed in the stock exchange.
Mephisto aspired to win the 'Satan' title in one fell swoop and become the veritable ruler of Hell.
At that time, what Beelzebub, what Asmodeus? All the little brothers could only obediently submit to his will.
Not to mention those bird people from Heaven, and forget about the Sorcerer Supreme in Kamar Taj; Satan, the ruler of Hell, only needed to be cautious of the Trinity of Vishanti.
No matter whether he was faced with dimensional demons or ancient bosses, those three together, in a small fight or a big fight, never paid attention to what the lesser beings did.
"Well, don't worry about the future, be down-to-earth, stable, and steady."
Luke glanced at the old devil who was smiling from ear to ear, cleared his throat, and said, "The plan looks perfect, and there's nothing wrong with it."
"However, it's also necessary for the executor to have sufficient ability. Otherwise, it would just be all talk and no practical meaning."
Mephisto coughed in embarrassment, realizing that he was a little carried away.
Before starting a business, thinking about listing was just too far off into the distance.
"Master, I think your plan is very feasible."
The old devil's attitude gradually warmed up. With the previous in-depth conversation, he inexplicably had a strange impulse to make Luke a confidant.
In Mephisto's view, there was obviously a devil's soul hidden under the cloak of the Sorcerer Supreme.
But with a little moral bottom line and moral integrity, who would think of such a perfect way to harvest souls?
He was simply born to be a devil!
Compared to the time he met Agamotto and the Ancient One, conflict and disgust subconsciously rose up.
Mephisto's feelings for Luke were completely different, and there was a vague sense of mutual admiration.
"I'll go back to hell later and see if I can make an alliance with a few 'friends' I know."
The old devil stroked his chin and hooked Luke's shoulder with his opposite hand.
Who would have thought, a Sorcerer Supreme, and a Lord of Hell...
These two could also collide with each other and get together.
"By the way, Old Devil, there are so many soul chips in the casino that can be used as a demonstration of the results."
Luke advised, acting like he's doing his best and thinking about Mephisto.
"You should bring all those big devils to Las Vegas and show them what real soul harvesting and entertainment culture is all about."
"The idea of Heaven has long been outdated. Before long, people preferred bosoms that can warm their cold hearts and lusty images, rather than believing in God."
Luke took Mephisto into the elevator. As if he could foresee the future, his tone seemed like a hero pointing out the beautiful landscape to the skeptical masses.
With the advent of the internet age, the religious system in Heaven would continue to grow weak.
Harvesting souls won't be effective enough compared to the number of devotees.
If the great devils of the seven deadly sins of Hell struck hard and entertained...
Those angels who emphasized truth, kindness, beauty, and sacrifice; their earnings might not be able to compare to the other side.
In a materialistic society, what could be more heart-warming than bosoms and a hot body?
"Speaking of this, Old Devil, you should be careful about Asmodeus. He is the master of lust and may become your biggest competitor in the future."
Luke warned.
Lust was the first productive force of mankind.
"I'll remember."
Mephisto nodded.
Although he didn't understand why Luke said that, the Sorcerer Supreme's foresight could never be wrong.
'Just, because of the precept of the Temple of the Three, and the existence of the Sorcerer Supreme. '
The old devil turned to another question and hesitatingly said, "The great devils of Hell may not be willing to come to the human world, and even if they do, they may not agree."
Luke smiled calmly; he wasn't worried.
Arriving at the top floor of the hotel, the two men looked out at the brightly lit Las Vegas.
"If someone disagrees or holds an opposing view..."
"You can mention me. Although I'm a gentle person, and I don't like fighting and killing..."
"But to be honest, I have a lot of experience in persuading others and educating them through persuasion."
Luke took the initiative and volunteered to exchange ideas with the other big devils.
The reasoning was a simple thing to do.
With one punch down...
All the big devils would be obedient.
"Then, I'll leave it to you, Master."
Mephisto was overjoyed.
Luke's way of reasoning with virtue was something he understood deeply.
It's time to let other big devils feel the power of the Sorcerer Supreme's iron fist ... Oh no, it should be physical persuasion.
"So, what do you think we should do with Vegas's Hotel Inferno?"
The old devil felt that the landscape was very different from before.
The business in Las Vegas couldn't satisfy his ambition at all.
"You can continue to operate, but you don't have to hide."
Luke couldn't help but gag when he thought of the pitch-black look and the smoke coming out of the hotel.
"Old Devil, you're a serious businessman from now on, don't try to use some crooked and illegal means."
"Open the hotel, then go through legal procedures, apply for a certificate first, then buy land, and then seriously manage it and make a name for yourself."
Hotel Inferno was so shabby on the surface. It didn't attract the attention of the local residents.
So many people entered here and never came out again, but the police didn't receive any reports.
Obviously, Mephisto used his power to exert influence.
"Yes, yes, I was short-sighted. I just wanted to have a little fun. I didn't consider the follow-up."
Mephisto accepted it modestly and decided to turn over a new leaf, becoming a serious businessman.
Now, he only wanted to build his own Hell Group and harvest souls to earn the name of 'Satan' as soon as possible.
"Old Devil, a big devil with ideals, abilities, and entrepreneurial passion like you, will surely succeed! I have my eye on you!"
Luke patted the other on the shoulder encouragingly.
"I'll definitely work hard to lead Hell, to become bigger and stronger than Heaven."
The old devil's passion seemed to be ignited, looking towards the dark night sky covered by dark clouds, as he spoke in an aggressive tone.
He hadn't forgotten the humiliation caused by Archangel Gabriel. He had been holding back for a hundred years in order to one day launch a counterattack!
"Hmm, I'll leave the preparation of Hell Group to you. I'll come and cut the ribbon on the day of its establishment."
Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Luke was satisfied and ready to leave.
Placing Howard's soul into its flesh, he was prepared to go to Kamar Taj for a while to report this matter to the Ancient One.
The Sorcerer Supreme reaching cooperation with the devils in Hell was something unprecedented.
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"Luke, thank you!"
Howard's soul was stuffed into its body. When he opened his eyes, he immediately hugged Luke.
"Provoking Mephisto, the Lord of Hell is also a talent."
The latter was speechless. Every time he took Howard out, he would inevitably get some unexpected gains.
Last time in Paris, it was the Corvinus family and Selene.
When they arrived in Las Vegas, without fail, he met Mephisto.
"Since I met you, my luck has been really bad."
Howard threw back the blame.
He thought that if it weren't for Luke, he wouldn't be a trouble magnet.
"If you could restrain the impulse to have fun and control your lower body, there wouldn't have been so many accidents."
Luke cast a contemptuous look. He still remembered the bloody case in Paris caused by Howard's date.
Howard smiled shyly and promised, "I'm determined to devote my energy to science in the future, and at best, I'll occasionally indulge in ... sex."
After two lessons, it really left some kind of trauma in him.
"You'd better find a way to get married and shoulder that important responsibility."
Luke smiled. He wanted to see Tony Stark born.
Although he had seen him once in that other world, it was the middle-aged Iron Man.
"Marriage is the grave of love. If you walk in easily, you'll never get out."
Howard shook his head. According to the mainstream values of the Land of the Free, getting married late wasn't a big deal.
But after marriage, they had to maintain faithfulness in public at least and couldn't play outside arbitrarily.
"Marriage is the grave of love. So, if you don't get married, wouldn't you die without a burial? "
Luke mentioned an old saying and whispered, "I have a feeling that you will find your grave soon."
Howard didn't believe it. He was still a staunch bachelor.
"I've already told Mephisto. You can have fun in this hotel, and I'll take care of the bill."
Luke said a few words and opened a portal to Kamar Taj.
"Really? Then can I ... talk to those sexy dealers?"
Howard, who just said that he would focus all his energy on scientific research, was instantly excited.
"No."
Luke gave an answer and walked straight into the portal.
Sure enough, it was even more unreliable to expect a pervert to change its nature than talking to the devil about following the rules.
"Not afraid of being drained..."
Luke muttered.
He ignored Howard's question, mainly because of the other's body.
The succubi of Hell were recognized as 'juicers', which were much more terrible than a female vampire.
Not to mention Howard's small stature, even Captain America, a big strong man, would be squeezed dry by those legs, greatly injuring his vitality.
This wasn't nonsense. The second-generation Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze, had fallen to hell once.
While he mowed down the devils, at the same time, he didn't forget to solve his physical needs.
As a result, he met an adult succubus, then -- Johnny was squeezed to the point that he couldn't even release Hellfire, almost ending up being eaten.
Therefore, Luke turned down Howard, but it was actually for his sake.
Looking around on Earth, the only one who could compete with a succubus was probably Superman.
"But I'm a decent person."
Luke stepped into Kamar Taj. 'And, how could a Sorcerer Supreme sleep with a succubus?'
'If words get out, I might be expelled from the sanctum by the Vishanti.'
He could imagine a small dramatic scene happening at that time --
'On the contrary, a young Sorcerer Supreme in cahoots with Hell would be banished from Kamar Taj!'
'Yes, leaving Kamar Taj, there would be no place for him in the magical world. Let's see how I will live from now on!'
Luke smiled crookedly and recited cliché lines --
'Kamar Taj is looking for death!'
Then, 'The four-dimensional demons are in control', 'this is a slap to the blind Vishanti'. Being the Superman of the Marvel Universe, he could simply say anything he wanted.
"What are you doing standing at the door, smirking?"
The Ancient One, who had returned from a business trip and was back on duty, asked curiously.
From her perspective, Luke seemed to be thinking of something delightful, and his mouth was smiling crookedly.
"It's nothing, it's nothing..."
Luke withdrew his distracting thoughts and waved his hand.
"Master Ancient One, you weren't in Kamar Taj before; where did you go?"
He and the Ancient One of this world were old friends.
Entering the room, he poured himself a cup of freshly brewed tea.
There was no constraint in his actions.
"You have become the Sorcerer Supreme. Don't you know what I was doing on a business trip a while ago?"
The Ancient One's gaze lingered on Luke for a moment, her eyes flickering slightly, seemingly a bit surprised.
She already had the idea of passing the position of Sorcerer Supreme to the other party.
Judging from the qualifications, potential, and work style, Superman was the right choice.
Just as the guardian of Earth and the leader of the Kamar Taj, becoming a Sorcerer Supreme still depended on their nature and heart.
Luke, a chaotic neutral, it was difficult for him to get the Vishanti's approval.
Then again, Stephen Strange, the son of destiny who wasn't born yet, was destined to take over the Sorcerer Supreme position.
She could only dream of early retirement.
"I'm just a temporary agent. This seat will be handed over to Strange sooner or later."
Luke was very compelling. The Vishanti most likely wanted something when choosing him.
"Ah, although I don't know what happened to the universe where you became the Sorcerer Supreme, your thinking should be correct."
The Ancient One said in a slow, gentle voice.
"Vishanti has ... requirements for one's character. A guy like you, who doesn't obey the rules and often does amazing things, will probably have a hard time getting past Agamotto, who's an old-fashioned guy. His nature would clash with yours."
As the Ancient One said so about her teacher, there were no inhibitions in her words.
"Indeed, he looked very reluctant."
Luke recalled Agamotto's tone and expression at that time, which vaguely revealed a sense of helplessness.
"Don't worry too much; just think of it as a deal. There are many advantages to being the Sorcerer Supreme. Besides the power given by Vishanti, you also have the right to command the Temple of the Three and access to the full power of Kamar Taj, including the magical weapons."
The Ancient One picked up the Eye of Agamotto hanging around her neck and said in a tempting tone, "Theoretically, this could also belong to you."
"I can't afford it. Master Ancient One, you'd better wear it yourself."
Luke didn't even think about it and simply refused.
The Ancient One made it clear. She saw that he had inherited the Sorcerer Supreme position from Earth-91, so she also wanted to take this opportunity to retire.
If he was greedy enough to take the Time Stone in the Eye of Agamotto, he would have to assume the responsibility of guarding the Earth.
'No, thank you!'
When the time came, he would have to act like a firefighter. Whenever the Avengers were in trouble, they would have to call him to solve it. If the Earth were on fire, they would have to call him for help.
Before crossing over to this world, he was already a 9 to 5 social slave. After crossing, he was expected to continue to work for the Vishanti?! No, Thank you!
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"Anyway, when you're the Sorcerer Supreme of one universe, you are also the Sorcerer Supreme of other universes. It's the same thing. What's the difference?"
The Ancient One pursed her lips and seemed a little unhappy.
The Eye of Agamotto was the supreme artifact of Kamar Taj.
There was a true Infinity Stone inside, which could distort time and retrace everything.
All other masters would be ecstatic and readily agree.
When it was Luke's turn, he directly refused it.
Won't the Sorcerer Supreme lose dignity!?
"Thank you for the kindness Master Ancient One, but I just want to live a quiet life. "
Luke replied rather in a perfunctory manner.
The Ancient One obviously dug a hole and waited for him to jump in.
The Eye of Agamotto wasn't only the supreme artifact of Kamar Taj but also the inheritance token of the Sorcerer Supreme.
If he really wanted to take it, it meant taking the initiative to take on the Ancient One's job.
Although Luke had become a Sorcerer Supreme, how vast were the troubles of this universe? He hadn't figured it out yet.
The Vishanti forcibly appointed him, and for the quest reward, he just took the seat.
As far as the current situation was concerned, this universe was definitely more complicated than the movie universe.
What if he just took the seat, then the Celestials called, the Living Tribunal appeared, the five gods died, and the big event of restarting the multiverse began ... What should he do?
According to the norm, in the face of the great crisis sweeping the universe, they first needed to sacrifice a superhero.
Superman in the studio next door, and the Flash would take this job.
For decades, he just waited to be sacrificed.
But in the Marvel Universe, it's much more complicated.
Because there was no fixed candidate.
Iron Man, Captain America, Captain Marvel, and others have all been sacrificed once or even more.
Summing up the rules, Luke believed that the greater the reputation, the easier it was to get this 'precious opportunity'.
After all, no one cared about this shit.
To sum it up, being this universe's Sorcerer Supreme was a big enough headache.
If he became another universe's Sorcerer Supreme, Luke was worried that he wouldn't be far from being sacrificed.
"Look at the bigger picture, don't be so narrow-minded. The Sorcerer Supreme doesn't need to sacrifice anything. You just need to protect the Earth. "
The Ancient One seemed to have guessed part of Luke's thoughts. She shook her head and said:
"It's most unlikely to suffer from suspicion and malice from anyone."
Luke saw the Sorcerer Supreme put on an expression of 'I am a positive person, why would I lie to you?', and smiled.
She was also a beacon of justice on Earth, the light of the right path, so she occasionally did something ... that violated the rules.
Superheroes only had a higher moral bottom line, but with the 'right' purpose, they would make big mistakes and create disasters -- this had become the norm in the Marvel Universe.
For example, the Ultron crisis.
Whether in the movie universe or in comics.
At first, the purpose of manufacturing Ultron was a good cause.
However, the result was unsatisfactory.
The former led to the Sokovia incident and the Superhero Registration Act, which planted the seed of the Civil War incident.
The latter was even worse. Ultron had become the ultimate villain, dedicated to eliminating all life on earth, bringing endless death and destruction to the world, which could be called a lingering enemy of the Avengers.
In addition, the Illuminati would banish the Hulk, which would lead to the subsequent World War Hulk.
In order to prevent an invasion towards Earth, the Illuminati broke into the Skrulls' people's planet to show their strength. They were captured, escaped, and chopped their enemy's heads off one by one, leading to the Secret Invasion.
Doing bad things with good intentions made it impossible to end, and the innocent people paid for it. This was completely the traditional scene in the Marvel Universe.
Therefore, Luke's trust in superheroes had always been kept at a barely passing level.
Good people make mistakes, and unlike villains, they always get the punishment they deserve.
Good people would suffer from inner torment and fall into self-repentance.
But when they saved the world again, their previous mistakes would be forgotten, and they would still be sought after by the public.
Luke didn't think this was right.
"So Agamotto was right about you. You're unwilling to sacrifice for others and have a strong sense of self, which hardly fits Vishanti's requirements."
The Ancient One thoughtfully shook the wooden-handled fan in her hand.
She didn't have any prejudice against Luke. Demanding others to make sacrifices was no different from being a bandit.
The bald master just felt it was a pity. Superman's moral bottom line needed to improve to become the perfect Sorcerer Supreme successor.
"I was appointed. If the Vishanti thinks that letting me sit in this position could change my thinking, then it's inappropriate for me to be the Sorcerer Supreme."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and said so.
The hot tea in the cup had cooled down.
He took a sip and calmly looked at the Ancient One.
"Then, I'll take back my previous comment. "
The Ancient One put down the Eye of Agamotto after realizing Luke's resistance to words like responsibility, obligation, and sacrifice. She seemed to remember something, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
"You should know that sooner or later, you will face a choice. "
The Sorcerer Supreme spoke slowly and meaningfully, "There is a saying in the East, 'When the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up."
"As you gain more power and have more strength, sooner or later you will have to step up, in front of the whole world and the whole universe."
"What are you going to do then?"
The Ancient One raised the key question.
"We'll talk about it when we get to that point. "
Luke's answer seemed perfunctory and then digressed into an unpleasant and rather uninteresting topic.
He put down his teacup, put forward his purpose, and got down to business.
"Doing business with a devil, and it's Mephisto?"
After listening to the presentation, the Ancient One narrowed her eyes and showed her displeasure.
She wasn't like her own teacher, Agamotto, who was very determined to fight against Hell.
However, harvesting human souls in partnership with the devil sounded like something that evil villains would do!
"Kamar Taj won't allow it! If the creatures of Hell are allowed to enter this world, then the Temple of the Three would just be a decoration. There would be no value to its existence anymore."
The Ancient One shook her head and refused.
Luke had put forward many ideas.
Some, she would agree to.
For example, the establishment and preparation of the Magic Congress, deeply rooted in the secular world.
However, there are some issues involving the bottom line that cannot be agreed upon.
"Master Ancient One, you misunderstood what I meant. "
Luke also knew that trying to get Kamar Taj and Hell, Sorcerer Supreme and the big devil, to sit at the same table was just a fool's errand.
Even if the two sides weren't completely opposite camps, there was no room for cooperation between them.
"The ultimate destination of human souls is either Heaven or Hell. "
Luke held out his finger and outlined the Ten Realms.
He had read the relevant materials in Kamar Taj's library.
Only by doing his homework could he persuade the Ancient One with confidence.
"Different from religious books, where you can enjoy happiness in Heaven and suffer in Hell. In fact, Heaven and Hell are just two vast dimensional worlds."
The Ancient One closed the fan; her eyes were curious, and she seemed to want to know what the other party was going to say.
"The soul is the currency in circulation, and this sentence is valid in every dimension. "
Luke pointed to Hell on the map and lightly said, "Whether to Heaven, or Hell, the essence is the same. "
"The soul is considered consumable and cannot be recycled. In other words, once a human being dies, there is no possibility of rebirth or reincarnation. "
"In this case, what's the difference between Heaven harvesting souls and Hell harvesting souls?"
The Ancient One clapped her hands twice to express her appreciation for Luke's long-winded speech.
Her mouth turned up, and she softly laughed, "No wonder you and Mephisto could hit it off. Compared with human beings, you're more like a devil, good at compelling people. "
"Is that a compliment?"
Luke asked as the corners of his mouth twitched.
"An impartial assessment. "
The Ancient One said.
The two people in the room were silent for a moment.
The Sorcerer Supreme, sitting at the top, then gave an answer to Luke's previous question.
"Heaven or Hell, Kamar Taj is not on either side. "
"However, the forces represented by the two camps are both light and dark, and Kamar Taj favors the former."
"The flow of souls into Hell is indeed no different from ascending to Heaven, as both use them as consumables that support the existence of the dimensional worlds."
"But there is one difference. The devils and the demons of hell are born to spread the seeds of chaos and evil."
"Although heaven is ... disingenuous, angels still maintain the basic principles of justice and righteousness. "
The Ancient One denied Luke's idea of the Kamar Taj choosing a side.
Between the black and white of Heaven and Hell, the Sorcerer Supreme clearly leaned towards the former.
"Then the three sanctums too. "
Luke didn't stop there; he had guessed the Ancient One's answer.
Cooperation wasn't something easily achieved.
To put it bluntly, the image of Hell wasn't as bright as the surface of Heaven.
"Companies need to face regulators, and the three sanctums could take on this part of the responsibility, which could constrain Hell."
Luke, as if the business was a cake, took the initiative to cut a piece and serve it to the Sorcerer Supreme.
"The rules and regulations are determined by the Kamar Taj, while the Hell Group represented by Mephisto would need to play according to our rules so that most of the problems could be avoided. "
"As for the so-called 'harvesting of souls', it is only to give them a stamp in advance for their final destination."
"This doesn't constitute a crime or being evil. "
Luke, who had his head held high and was very dignified, paused and then said, "Even the Vishanti wouldn't turn down a soul that came on their own. "
"And Kamar Taj can also benefit from it."
"For example, use those reserved souls to repay the cost of casting spells. "
The Ancient One did not say anything.
She was thinking.
The interests of Kamar Taj shouldn't be based on the sufferings of innocent people.
This was the Sorcerer Supreme's bottom line.
Other than that, the Ancient One didn't have many commandments to follow.
About the Hell Group, about soul currency...
She could see that Luke was trying to build a strong and stable system through this.
The prospect was bright, but whether it could be achieved was still unknown.
"The next time you talk to someone, don't make your interests so obvious."
The Ancient One could turn a blind eye to some things.
"Kamar Taj won't cooperate with Hell, but whatever Mephisto does on Earth will be supervised by the three sanctums. "
"As for the consequences of the success or failure of your plan to form an alliance in Hell, and what kind of consequences it would lead to ..."
Seeing Sorcerer Supreme's expression and attitude, Luke understood it and naturally answered, "I'll take care of it myself. "
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With Sorcerer Supreme's approval, Luke didn't leave immediately.
Instead, he poured himself a cup of tea and tasted it slowly.
He was curious about what the Ancient One had been doing on the business trip before.
He asked a few words before, but the frank Sorcerer Supreme was secretive this time and didn't want to say much.
If it wasn't for the Ancient One's gender and her usual sober demeanor, Luke might have thought of something indescribable.
Under the guise of business trips, engaging in healthy activities!
It's not like no one had ever done this before.
It wasn't without reason that the unborn Stephen Strange is called the 'Kidney Deficient Master'.
In addition to that, he always dropped the ball at critical moments, losing his magical power and defeating a demon god when he's powerful and pulling a muscle when he was weak.
There were also some physiological reasons.
Johnny Blaze, the second-generation Ghost Rider, wasn't the only one who had the rare experience of being hollowed out by a succubus and drained of physical strength.
"Master Ancient One, why do you think the Vishanti chose me?"
Luke changed the subject.
There was no free lunch in the world.
If so, he should be mentally prepared to lose everything.
Because free was always the most expensive thing.
According to the Ancient One's analysis, the probability of the Vishanti liking him and choosing him as the Sorcerer Supreme was almost equal to Loki winning Odin's favor, replacing Thor, and becoming the King of Asgard.
It's not that it was impossible, but there had to be something fishy behind it.
Just like Odin, if he had Alzheimer's, it was indeed possible to make Loki the King.
In other words, the Vishanti may also be aiming at Luke's outstanding face value and extraordinary temperament, thus appointing him as the Sorcerer Supreme -- provided that their wisdom was declining.
Although, the above advantages were all facts.
But when it came to dimensional demons, it didn't make much sense.
"According to your account, Strange hasn't matured yet, and the Me in the parallel universe was ready to retire. It would be normal for the Vishanti to choose a spare tire."
The Ancient One had a look of teasing in her eyes.
'Spare tire?'
Luke's mouth twitched.
'You don't have to say it so badly!'
The Sorcerer Supreme position wasn't a fruit on a tree someone could pick at will.
The glorified name, which was obviously highly regarded and competed for, sounded so cheap when the Ancient One said so.
How many people wanted to get that spare tire but couldn't!
"In short, you don't have to worry too much. Even if the Vishanti really wanted something from you, what kind of problem can't Superman solve?"
The Ancient One praised insincerely.
From the hidden smile on her face, people could see that the Sorcerer Supreme was obviously looking forward to the day when Luke would be pulled over to step up.
"All right, the Vishanti asked me to do a job, but the reward has to be adequate."
Luke tilted his head and finished his cup of tea.
He didn't work for free.
Want someone to work for free, not a chance.
After they exchanged pleasantries, Luke opened a portal, ready to return to Las Vegas and give Mephisto an answer.
With the Vishanti's official certification, his ability to cast spells had greatly increased, and he could fully utilize the great potential of the Superdemon card.
However, in order to avoid paying back the price, ending up like Strange...
Luke's arsenal wasn't biased. He didn't only use an attack-based spell and studied all kinds of spells.
Instead, he added his attributes to the illumination spell and tried to lean closer to Gandalf The White of Middle-earth.
His idea of fighting was very simple, first, use illumination to blind the enemy, then an iron fist to hammer them down.
Perfect!
"Oh right, Superman."
As soon as Luke stepped into the portal with one foot, the voice of the Ancient One came from behind.
"Take good care of the ... foreign object you have with you; it's important."
'What?'
Luke slightly frowned.
He didn't like this vague way of talking.
'Foreign object ...?'
Luke's mind turned to these words. The upright figure quickly disappeared into the portal.
The only thing on him that was foreign was probably the Tenth Metal from the studio next door.
This thing seemed to be quite important, and it could even smash the Source Wall.
'I have a feeling that trouble is piling up...'
Luke sighed.
If he couldn't figure it out, it was better to talk about it later.
He didn't dwell too much and went back to Hotel Inferno in Las Vegas.
"How did it go?"
In the office, Mephisto rubbed his hands nervously.
His nose twitched, and he smelled the disgusting scent.
'The Ancient One!'
After being beaten so many times, the devil was naturally familiar with the scent of the Sorcerer Supreme.
Although he didn't know why Luke could inherit the position of Sorcerer Supreme while the Ancient One was still around.
But this didn't prevent him from cooperating with the other party.
"It's settled."
Luke, with his tone, whetted Mephito's appetite.
The old devil built a Hell Group to make it bigger and stronger and surpass the great work of Heaven.
Not only did it take a long time to accumulate, but it also required a balance of forces.
Without the permission of Kamar Taj, Mephisto couldn't move or even step out of the gates of Hell.
"Old devil, as you know, business isn't easy these days."
Luke was earnest and conveyed the meaning of the Ancient One.
Hell's image wasn't too good. If he wanted to set up a group and seize the market share from Heaven, he had to pay a certain price.
"You need to solve this part of the problem yourself."
Luke concluded.
Mephisto thought about it for a long time and finally agreed.
Sacrifice some small benefits in exchange for a brighter future for Hell.
It's a good deal!
"Old devil, I hope you can abide by the law and be a good citizen."
Luke patted the other on the shoulder and explained some matters needing attention.
It was true that the old devil was cunning and scheming.
But when he really came to the human world, facing Kamar Taj and the Sorcerer Supreme, it was useless no matter how careful he was.
In the past, he used to try again and again, on the edge of being beaten, and then he quickly slipped away after faking death.
When the Hell Group would be established in the future, since it was a large business, he couldn't run away and leave such a large establishment.
The establishment was too big. If Mephisto wanted to cause trouble, he had to think twice.
"That's for sure. Now that I'm a serious businessman, how can I do anything illegal or criminal again? "
The old devil rightfully said.
He was a mature Lord of Hell.
Pride and decorum were completely unimportant.
He could ignore them.
"No shame in that."
Luke gave a thumbs up.
...
...
Two weeks later, Luke dragged Howard out of Hotel Inferno.
They arrived at the airport and waited for Captain America.
"I heard the old man say that you have a stake in the hotel?"
Howard was wearing sunglasses and leaning against the car.
These days, he had tried every means to hook up with the succubus lady in the casino.
This made Howard, who called himself a playboy, very frustrated.
"Yes, I'll be a member of the board of directors when the Hell Group is established."
Luke nodded and didn't hide anything.
He acted as a middleman between Kamar Taj and Hell, building a solid bridge for communication.
"They're demons, and you are Superman. Won't your reputation be affected if word gets out?"
Howard was worried.
Superman's reputation was soaring and was highly sought after by the public.
But, if there were a flaw in the perfect white and smooth porcelain, it would be magnified countless times.
By the time the persona collapsed and he had to walk down from the altar, the loss would be immense.
"Don't worry. I'm using the name Howard Stark. You're now the devil's advocate, a veritable merchant of death."
Luke smiled back.
"..."
Howard kept the 10,000 curses in his heart. He was considering punching Luke in the face, but the pain would only be on himself, so he gave up the plan.
"How could you discredit me without permission!"
Howard was very angry. He didn't want to get involved with the devil.
If it got out, it would have a great influence on Stark Industries and his own image.
"If you become the director of the Hell Group, the succubus dealer in the casino ... you know what I mean, right?"
Luke winked explicitly.
There were hidden rules in Hell.
The succubae weren't interested in ordinary human beings, but to the boss of their superior, that wasn't necessarily the case.
"It's only right that ... I should make some sacrifices for friends."
Howard's expression quickly changed as he patted his chest, "It's just a bit of a stain on reputation. It's not worth caring about."
"Luke, don't worry! I'll protect Superman's reputation!"
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The Apocalypse and Phoenix were old enemies, so to speak.
After overthrowing the rule of Kang the Conqueror, he abandoned his former name -- En-Sabah-Nur, and renamed himself 'Apocalypse'.
It meant 'The Supreme God'!
Because he was raised by the nomadic people since he was a child, he had to fight against the harsh environment and adults who were more powerful than himself every day.
Living in despair and hardship until the day his powers were awakened.
Apocalypse's extraordinary abilities were equivalent to the gods in those days.
Soon, he got a large number of followers and believers.
However, the cruel experience had molded Apocalypse's indifferent and stubborn character.
Similarly, he was a firm believer in the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest.
Apocalypse replaced Kang the Conqueror and ruled Egypt.
He started wars and created disputes everywhere.
In order to select the target that met his requirements, he used the most stringent standards.
Apocalypse believed that only through the baptism of fate, the harsh test...
Only by struggling to survive in a bloody battle could one be qualified to be his 'vassal'.
In this way, relying on his powerful ability, Apocalypse kept expanding its territory -- until he took the initiative to provoke the Phoenix.
The Phoenix Force was one of the most ancient powers in the multiverse.
The Phoenix itself was an awe-inspiring ancient being.
It was born in the primitive universe and preferred to find people with strong spiritual power as hosts.
For example, the mutant Jean Grey and her clone Madelyne Pryor -- also known as the Red Queen.
In a certain timeline, Rachel Summers, Jean Grey's daughter, Emma Frost, the White Queen, and so on.
They were all selected by the Phoenix and gained unparalleled powers.
This was all a later story.
The feud between the Phoenix and Apocalypse goes back several thousand years.
At that time, Apocalypse was full of thoughts on how to build a great empire without weak people, defects, and lower races.
As it happens, the Phoenix discovered the earth while wandering through the universe.
It was like an energy storm that swept in with great force.
Apocalypse was aware of this terrible energy fluctuation. In order to verify his strength and show his power, without hesitation, he went up.
Then, the God of Mutants was burned into a half-paralyzed state by the Phoenix force and fell into a long slumber.
This was why Apocalypse slept in the pyramid.
Mainly for healing and restoring vitality.
As for the Phoenix that came to Earth, it later passed through K'un-Lun in China.
Fongji Wu, an oriental with the power of Shou-Lao, punched it, and it scattered everywhere.
Further on, Jean Grey got one of the pieces and became the 'Phoenix' of the mutants.
The trajectory of fate was so clear!
"It's coming."
Apocalypse's gray face revealed a hint of excitement.
When he woke up from a deep sleep, he learned to accept the changes of this era and look for his four horsemen.
While still tracking the whereabouts of the Phoenix!
It had burned him into a person with paraplegia.
This revealed the magnitude of that ancient divine power.
If he got the Phoenix Force, mastered it, and fully controlled it, he could definitely beat Superman.
When the time came, there would be no further obstacles on his way forward.
Besides, Apocalypse always felt bitter about losing to a human being.
Even though Superman was so powerful, he was only a human being!
How could humans be better than mutants?
This somewhat shook Apocalypse's worldview.
So --
He couldn't accept this defeat!
He still had to prove it!
Mutants were the perfect race!
"Great God, what are you looking for?"
Young Erik looked up and asked.
Among all the believers who followed Apocalypse, he was the favorite.
The mutant god implemented a hierarchy system for his fellow mutants and appreciated whoever had more potential.
"Power! Ancient and powerful power!"
Apocalypse was like a bronze bell, emitting a loud sound.
He followed the traces of the scattered fragments of the Phoenix Force from Eastern Europe and Asia to California, USA.
The vast majority of the Phoenix's power disappeared into the unknown landscapes of the East.
Apocalypse was going to stomp around, but his keen intuition reminded him that the trip could be extremely dangerous.
Considering that even the Phoenix had been broken up, the chance that he would be giving away his head for nothing was there.
So, the mutant god obeyed his instincts and honestly looked for another location.
The part of the power scattered in Eastern Europe had become faint and almost disappeared.
Apocalypse could only collect the residual Phoenix Force while searching the area with the most energy distribution.
Finally, he found the complete Phoenix in California.
"This will be the most ... beautiful existence you have ever seen in your life!"
Apocalypse's deep eyes, reflected by the fiery red phoenix. It was getting bigger and bigger.
After a few seconds, like throwing a stone into the calm lake, the space vibrated with a clear ripple.
Not only did the future Magneto, young Erik, but the other mutants also felt it.
Their inner emotions became restless.
Like boiling water, it kept gushing up.
The Phoenix Force was the fire of creation of the universe and the embodiment of life and spiritual power of the universe.
It was normal for its appearance to cause a change in people's emotions.
After a few minutes, the rippling space was like a cracked mirror, with several shocking black crevices.
After a while, those gaps gradually widened.
In the nihilistic space, a fiery red color suddenly rose up.
The Phoenix!
A huge flaming Phoenix opened up the space, spreading its wings and chirping.
The terrifying psychic storm was like a cannonball hitting Apocalypse's shield.
'Even if its body was broken up, the reassembled Phoenix Force still can't be underestimated. '
The tall Apocalypse stood in front of the mutants.
The purple light energy shield, like a solid wall, blocked the Phoenix Force.
The flaming phoenix opened up the space and spread its wings.
The paradoxical atmosphere of destruction and creation, new life and death, was simply enchanting!
'I can harness it!'
Apocalypse found that Phoenix had indeed become much weaker, and his self-confidence rose inside.
He raised his arm. The surrounding space suddenly sank.
As if filled with glue, it slowed down the Phoenix's movements.
Then, Apocalypse firmly gripped his hand.
The invisible power of his mind turned into a huge palm, clutching the flaming Phoenix tightly.
Shriek! Shriek!
The dazzling fire that destroyed matter rolled up a wave of blazing flames.
The space seemed to melt. The gap was getting bigger and bigger.
Apocalypse's face showed a painful expression. His gray palm had become charred and black, leaving a faint scent of burnt meat.
'It can cause damage to my body even through my mind ...'
The mutant god was a bit surprised.
He subconsciously retracted and then clenched again, squeezing the huge Phoenix that was about to fly away with its wings.
'How could I give up this great opportunity?'
Apocalypse revealed a ruthless expression. Ignoring the pain in his hands, he increased the output.
The extremely strong psychic power restricted the Phoenix.
As if the two sides were wrestling in the air, neither could overpower the other, gradually falling into a stalemate.
Sizzle!
The Phoenix seemed to feel the pressure, it shook its wings, and the open space was shattered again.
The horrible flame broke out and melted Apocalypse's energy shield.
In order to protect himself and the 'children', he had gathered with great difficulty...
The mutant god had to withdraw his strength.
This allowed the phoenix to seize the opportunity; it flapped its wings and disappeared in an instant!
'Space transfer? ... Where can you go?'
Apocalypse grunted coldly and left a sentence, "Stay here, don't go anywhere," stepped into a portal, and followed it.
...
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Chapter 377: Chapter 374 Phoenix Force, Historical Presence.
The Apocalypse and Phoenix were old enemies, so to speak.
After overthrowing the rule of Kang the Conqueror, he abandoned his former name -- En-Sabah-Nur, and renamed himself 'Apocalypse'.
It meant 'The Supreme God'!
Because he was raised by the nomadic people since he was a child, he had to fight against the harsh environment and adults who were more powerful than himself every day.
Living in despair and hardship until the day his powers were awakened.
Apocalypse's extraordinary abilities were equivalent to the gods in those days.
Soon, he got a large number of followers and believers.
However, the cruel experience had molded Apocalypse's indifferent and stubborn character.
Similarly, he was a firm believer in the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest.
Apocalypse replaced Kang the Conqueror and ruled Egypt.
He started wars and created disputes everywhere.
In order to select the target that met his requirements, he used the most stringent standards.
Apocalypse believed that only through the baptism of fate, the harsh test...
Only by struggling to survive in a bloody battle could one be qualified to be his 'vassal'.
In this way, relying on his powerful ability, Apocalypse kept expanding its territory -- until he took the initiative to provoke the Phoenix.
The Phoenix Force was one of the most ancient powers in the multiverse.
The Phoenix itself was an awe-inspiring ancient being.
It was born in the primitive universe and preferred to find people with strong spiritual power as hosts.
For example, the mutant Jean Grey and her clone Madelyne Pryor -- also known as the Red Queen.
In a certain timeline, Rachel Summers, Jean Grey's daughter, Emma Frost, the White Queen, and so on.
They were all selected by the Phoenix and gained unparalleled powers.
This was all a later story.
The feud between the Phoenix and Apocalypse goes back several thousand years.
At that time, Apocalypse was full of thoughts on how to build a great empire without weak people, defects, and lower races.
As it happens, the Phoenix discovered the earth while wandering through the universe.
It was like an energy storm that swept in with great force.
Apocalypse was aware of this terrible energy fluctuation. In order to verify his strength and show his power, without hesitation, he went up.
Then, the God of Mutants was burned into a half-paralyzed state by the Phoenix force and fell into a long slumber.
This was why Apocalypse slept in the pyramid.
Mainly for healing and restoring vitality.
As for the Phoenix that came to Earth, it later passed through K'un-Lun in China.
Fongji Wu, an oriental with the power of Shou-Lao, punched it, and it scattered everywhere.
Further on, Jean Grey got one of the pieces and became the 'Phoenix' of the mutants.The trajectory of fate was so clear!
"It's coming."
Apocalypse's gray face revealed a hint of excitement.
When he woke up from a deep sleep, he learned to accept the changes of this era and look for his four horsemen.
While still tracking the whereabouts of the Phoenix!
It had burned him into a person with paraplegia.
This revealed the magnitude of that ancient divine power.
If he got the Phoenix Force, mastered it, and fully controlled it, he could definitely beat Superman.
When the time came, there would be no further obstacles on his way forward.
Besides, Apocalypse always felt bitter about losing to a human being.
Even though Superman was so powerful, he was only a human being!
How could humans be better than mutants?
This somewhat shook Apocalypse's worldview.
So --
He couldn't accept this defeat!
He still had to prove it!
Mutants were the perfect race!
"Great God, what are you looking for?"
Young Erik looked up and asked.
Among all the believers who followed Apocalypse, he was the favorite.
The mutant god implemented a hierarchy system for his fellow mutants and appreciated whoever had more potential.
"Power! Ancient and powerful power!"
Apocalypse was like a bronze bell, emitting a loud sound.
He followed the traces of the scattered fragments of the Phoenix Force from Eastern Europe and Asia to California, USA.
The vast majority of the Phoenix's power disappeared into the unknown landscapes of the East.
Apocalypse was going to stomp around, but his keen intuition reminded him that the trip could be extremely dangerous.
Considering that even the Phoenix had been broken up, the chance that he would be giving away his head for nothing was there.
So, the mutant god obeyed his instincts and honestly looked for another location.
The part of the power scattered in Eastern Europe had become faint and almost disappeared.
Apocalypse could only collect the residual Phoenix Force while searching the area with the most energy distribution.
Finally, he found the complete Phoenix in California.
"This will be the most ... beautiful existence you have ever seen in your life!"
Apocalypse's deep eyes, reflected by the fiery red phoenix. It was getting bigger and bigger.
After a few seconds, like throwing a stone into the calm lake, the space vibrated with a clear ripple.
Not only did the future Magneto, young Erik, but the other mutants also felt it.
Their inner emotions became restless.
Like boiling water, it kept gushing up.
The Phoenix Force was the fire of creation of the universe and the embodiment of life and spiritual power of the universe.
It was normal for its appearance to cause a change in people's emotions.
After a few minutes, the rippling space was like a cracked mirror, with several shocking black crevices.
After a while, those gaps gradually widened.
In the nihilistic space, a fiery red color suddenly rose up.
The Phoenix!
A huge flaming Phoenix opened up the space, spreading its wings and chirping.
The terrifying psychic storm was like a cannonball hitting Apocalypse's shield.
'Even if its body was broken up, the reassembled Phoenix Force still can't be underestimated. '
The tall Apocalypse stood in front of the mutants.
The purple light energy shield, like a solid wall, blocked the Phoenix Force.
The flaming phoenix opened up the space and spread its wings.
The paradoxical atmosphere of destruction and creation, new life and death, was simply enchanting!
'I can harness it!'
Apocalypse found that Phoenix had indeed become much weaker, and his self-confidence rose inside.
He raised his arm. The surrounding space suddenly sank.
As if filled with glue, it slowed down the Phoenix's movements.
Then, Apocalypse firmly gripped his hand.
The invisible power of his mind turned into a huge palm, clutching the flaming Phoenix tightly.
Shriek! Shriek!
The dazzling fire that destroyed matter rolled up a wave of blazing flames.
The space seemed to melt. The gap was getting bigger and bigger.
Apocalypse's face showed a painful expression. His gray palm had become charred and black, leaving a faint scent of burnt meat.
'It can cause damage to my body even through my mind ...'
The mutant god was a bit surprised.
He subconsciously retracted and then clenched again, squeezing the huge Phoenix that was about to fly away with its wings.
'How could I give up this great opportunity?'
Apocalypse revealed a ruthless expression. Ignoring the pain in his hands, he increased the output.
The extremely strong psychic power restricted the Phoenix.
As if the two sides were wrestling in the air, neither could overpower the other, gradually falling into a stalemate.
Sizzle!
The Phoenix seemed to feel the pressure, it shook its wings, and the open space was shattered again.
The horrible flame broke out and melted Apocalypse's energy shield.
In order to protect himself and the 'children', he had gathered with great difficulty...
The mutant god had to withdraw his strength.
This allowed the phoenix to seize the opportunity; it flapped its wings and disappeared in an instant!
'Space transfer? ... Where can you go?'
Apocalypse grunted coldly and left a sentence, "Stay here, don't go anywhere," stepped into a portal, and followed it.
...
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"Why do you want to soak in hot springs together? It feels strange."
Howard clasped his arms in front of his chest, squeezing the corner of the towel, sitting on the edge, dilly-dallying and refusing to get into the water.
He looked at Luke and Steve with sad and angry eyes.
The strong and perfect lines, the solid and healthy chest and abdominal muscles.
By contrast, he had been doing scientific research all year round, and he hadn't done much physical exercise. He looked like a chubby couch potato.
Sure enough, when there was something to compare with, he would suffer the most damage!
"Don't be a pussy, Howard."
Luke leaned back against the pool, tilted his head back, and said so.
The lower half of his body was wrapped in a towel and submerged in the moderately warm water of the pool.
A glass of chilled sparkling wine and a variety of fresh fruits were at hand.
"Come on down. Don't worry; we won't laugh at your size."
Luke joked as he put a soaked towel on his face.
The strong muscles full of power relaxed, and a sense of sleepiness and lethargy spread.
Somewhat sleepy...
Luke squinted his eyes.
Enjoy this rare peace and quiet.
"What are you talking about? Stark men are always proud of their prowess!"
Howard quickly sat in the hot spring pool. No male creature would accept people questioning their courage.
It's just that he tried to stay away from Luke and Steve.
A superman and a super-soldier.
Being caught in the middle, Howard experienced the feeling of being the 'poorest' man for the first time.
"Steve, why are you getting married while you're this young?"
Howard, a staunch bachelor and lover of singlehood didn't understand Captain America.
Days of debauchery and one-night stands were fun...
If he got married, he would face a lot of problems.
Howard imagined changing diapers, singing lullabies, and telling bedtime stories for his children in the future ... he couldn't help but shiver.
It was terrible!
How could he devote his limited time to such trivial things!
"You don't understand."
Steve glanced at the prodigal Howard and shook his head.
"When you have sex with a woman, it's just a short moment of pleasure."
"Howard, it's hard for you to understand. When you open your eyes in the morning and find a person lying next to your bed, she would gently smile at you, hold you in her arms, then make you breakfast ..."
Howard grimaced when he saw Captain America show a faint smile and spread romantic, sentimental longings heartily.
Holding a purple grape in his mouth, he spoke in a muffled voice, "Those women who date me can do the same things, as long as I'm willing to show generosity or give them a good time!"
Steve's face looked speechless. No matter what the topic was, it would always become dirty when it came out of Howard's mouth.
This was probably some kind of unique talent!
"I've heard Jarvis complain many times. You take different women to Stark mansion every night. After sleeping, you run off to work in the laboratory, and he has to clean up after you."
Luke said lazily.
"He's probably the one who wants you to get married the most in this world."
Howard was embarrassed. It was just a momentary relief when he had no scientific inspiration and felt bored.
He won't even remember the names of those women. Anyway, it was just one night, so there was no need to know too much.
"That day will come."
Howard chuckled as he looked out the window; the sunset was shining on Las Vegas.
Then, the sky turned red.
A huge Phoenix suddenly appeared, rapidly approaching.
"Did I drink too much?"
Howard rubbed his eyes and wondered if he saw things.
Although he had seen vampires, werewolves, and hell demons.
But he was still a staunch atheist, a scientist with the spirit of exploration and thirst for knowledge.
"It looks like tonight's bachelor party will have to be postponed."
Luke, who was still sleepy, took off the towel that covered his face.
He simply stood up from the hot spring and walked over to the window.
"Uh, Luke, I know this thing of yours ... is magnificent, but there's absolutely no need to show it off."
The corners of Howard's mouth twitched as he happened to be sitting nearby. He turned his face away.
"Although I don't know who brought it here, it must be in big trouble."
Luke didn't pay attention to Howard's words. He put a bath towel around him, but some things just couldn't be covered up.
"What is that?"
Captain America, who noticed the anomaly, also stood up and walked in front of Howard.
The latter really didn't know where to look, so he had to raise his head and look at the ceiling.
"Please stay away from me! I will definitely have nightmares tonight!"
Howard looked helpless. Taking a bath with his good friends was terrible.
"That's the Phoenix."
Luke was no stranger to the three ancient forces of the Marvel Universe.
He fought Chthon, the God of Chaos, in the sky above the White House.
The other party had used the 'Chaos Magic' as bait to lure him into becoming his envoy.
Chaos Magic could rewrite reality. It was extremely powerful and the source of the Scarlet Witch's powers.
The same level of Phoenix Force, naturally, wouldn't be any worse.
"It seems that it's heading for Las Vegas. There are over 500,000 innocent citizens in the downtown area alone. I can't guarantee their safety."
Luke's eyes flashed a trace of dignity. Although the Phoenix represented life and creation, it didn't distinguish between good and evil.
Jean Grey's emotions produced the 'Dark Phoenix,' which was an obvious example.
While Phoenix Force affected the host, it would also be subliminally influenced by the host.
"Steve, you have to contact the municipal government and ask them to organize the evacuation of the city."
Luke changed into his Superman's battle suit and told him, "Those who don't have time to evacuate can be taken to Hotel Inferno."
"Howard, you also follow. Don't even think about putting on power armor to help; this isn't Hydra's reinforced soldiers."
Steve nodded, quickly removed the towel around the lower half of his body, grabbed the folded clothes, and put them on.
Seeing this, Howard's trauma expanded again. He felt that his eyes were going blind.
"I need to see a hundred women naked to forget this!"
He quickly stepped out of the pool, fearing that Luke would follow Captain America's example.
Luke directly smashed through the glass wall and flew towards the flaming Phoenix.
Before approaching, the heat was already rolling onto his face.
He saw everything around the Phoenix melting and decomposing.
The gravel turned into crystals, the vegetation burnt into smoke, and even the towering peaks along the way looked like half-melted ice cream.
"Where are you running to?"
High in the sky, a semicircular passage in space expanded, and a tall gray figure slowly walked out.
He wasn't afraid of the exuberant heat emanating from the flaming Phoenix, and his cold face revealed a hint of a smile.
"Surrender to me, kneel in front of the great Apocalypse!"
The flame Phoenix expressed no desire to care about this strange man and threw a ball of energy at him.
Boom!
A loud explosion resounded through the air.
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Being closely chased by Apocalypse,
The phoenix looked up and hissed, and the waves of flame rolled.
Its attitude was arrogant and contemptuous.
It was as if it had no regard for this mutant god.
Even if it wasn't the same as before, and its own strength was greatly weakened, this cold attitude remained unchanged.
'Humph, weak creature.'
The Phoenix emitted such a thought.
The flaming wings flap violently, sending a wave of incandescent flames into the sky.
High in the sky, even the air currents became viscous.
With a few breaths, a normal person would be completely ignited and burned to ashes from the inside out.
"Are you better than me now?"
Apocalypse's gray face twitched.
Thousands of years ago, he was burned by the Phoenix Force.
And had to sleep in the pyramid for a long time.
But now, the situation had turned around. The Phoenix had somehow encountered an accident or some kind of enemy.
That powerful cosmic energy was halved, and he could squeeze it and flatten it.
Apocalypse didn't think that it would come to this.
The Phoenix lost the battle but was still as scornful as it could be.
"You really think I can't handle you?"
Even the calmest person in the world would have fire in him, not to mention Apocalypse, a self-proclaimed god.
With a cry of anger, a semi-circular shield of energy rose around him.
Then a strong purple light flashed in his right hand, instantly forming several terrifying thunderbolts as big as a millstone.
Boom! Boom boom!
The sound of continuous explosions resonated high in the sky.
The energy collision set off a fierce gale, sending up a sonic boom-like explosion.
For miles around, the sky changed.
Dark clouds covered the sun, and thunder rolled.
The oppressive, suffocating layer of leaden grey clouds looked like a backdrop.
And the huge fire Phoenix was particularly dazzling.
It spread its wings and covered almost half of Las Vegas.
"Why hang on? How much more power can you muster?"
Apocalypse sneered.
Before, the Phoenix was able to disintegrate everything and reorganize matter with a single thought.
The fire of creation, which could melt everything and erase existence, was even more terrifying.
But after the encounter just now, Apocalypse found that the Phoenix's power had deteriorated considerably and wasn't as powerful as it once was.
'I heard that the Phoenix Force has no material form and likes to look for powerful hosts.'
Apocalypse had found out the truth about Phoenix and completely emerged from the shadow of defeat.
"Is there a more suitable host for you on this planet, other than me?"
The Phoenix seemed to have heard the joke, and its huge body shook.
The spiritual waves it emitted spread through the void --
'Ugly, go away!'
Translated, that was probably what it meant.
The hosts chosen by the Phoenix Force were both male and female.
It might be related to its aesthetics, with women being the majority and men being involuntary.
One of K'un-Lun's strongest Iron Fist of all time, Fongji Wu, who shattered the Phoenix's form, needs no introduction. A standard oriental girl with a beautiful presence.
Jean Grey, White Queen Emma Frost, Cyclops Scott Summers, Wolverine Logan, Colossus, Magik...
In terms of looks, they all fluctuated around the upper-middle range.
No one was as ugly and unforgettable as Apocalypse.
Rage 100!
Apocalypse's eyes rounded as if he had been stabbed.
When he was born, he was born with grey skin and blue lips.
He was regarded as a monster by his parents and abandoned in the desert.
Since childhood, Apocalypse had been looked at with disdain and disgust.
"You'll regret it!"
Apocalypse's eyes turned white as he used his abilities.
One by one, lightning bolts as thick as a child's arm struck down amidst thick dark clouds.
Like a silver fence, it surrounded the flaming Phoenix.
At first glance, it looked like a huge cage, holding it in place.
As the Phoenix flapped its wings, waves of fiery red flames tumbled, tearing apart the lightning and dark clouds.
Like a meteor disintegrating into a thousand streams of fire, the Phoenix Force swept out and struck the grey figure standing in mid-air.
"You think I'm unprepared?"
Apocalypse raised his hand and placed layer after layer of energy shield around himself. A rich purple light enveloped him, with dark clouds and violent thunderbolts, making him look like a god.
He had the experience of learning how to fight with the nomads. The cruelty, indifference, and savagery ... were practically in his bones. The goal was to bring together his strong combat awareness.
Therefore, he wasn't only the god of mutants but also a tough warrior.
The best warriors are often good at drawing lessons from their experiences.
Apocalypse believed that the reason for the last failure was that he underestimated the enemy; and partly due to the horrific power of the Phoenix.
Both energy and matter could be broken down and destroyed.
There was no defense, no stopping it.
Therefore, Apocalypse painstakingly pondered and found a solution.
That was --
Form the thickest armor and receive the vicious strikes!
Anyway, he has a good body and high defense, so as long as he didn't burn, he could withstand the full output of Phoenix Force.
As it happens, the tidal wave of flames that raged through dozens of layers of Apocalypse's energy shields was somewhat overwhelming.
The tall figure wearing metal armor, like a hard reef in the heart of the river, remained tenacious.
He strode forward against the billowing flames that could melt gold and iron.
At the same time, all the psychic attacks and energy output was directed at the Phoenix.
The flaming Phoenix, perched high in the sky, was unable to break free from the lightning cage and could only be passively beaten.
The dazzling light radiating from its whole body gradually faded down.
"Accept your destiny and become the most powerful weapon for me to conquer the world!"
Apocalypse's face was cold, his right hand clenched into a fist, and a terrifying force filled it.
Boom!
The mutant god, equally powerful in the flesh, punched the Phoenix.
The overwhelming power that could sink mountain peaks was like waving a heavy hammer on a red-hot iron sheet.
Sparks erupted!
Thousands of bright flames, like falling meteors, fell down.
The towering buildings of Las Vegas looked as if they had been built out of the sand, melting and burning in a matter of seconds.
Reinforced concrete was fragile in the face of the Phoenix Force's flames.
"A fight is a fight, but you have damaged the buildings, hurt innocent citizens, and caused great economic losses and property losses to Las Vegas."
The clear smiling voice echoed through the dark and gloomy sky.
Boom!
A silver lightning bolt struck down, reflecting a dark red cloak and a sturdy figure.
Luke stared at Apocalypse with a scowl on his face.
"Are you going to pay the fine? Then, go back to S.H.I.E.L.D for coffee with me, or do you want to resist the law violently?"
Superman's arms were clasped around his chest, and his eyes were glowing red.
"Enemies will always meet! Here you are again, Superman!"
Apocalypse's confidence was high. After emerging from the defeat of the past, he felt confident.
He coldly glanced at Luke. The fear that he had before was gone.
With the Phoenix force at hand, why should he fear Superman?
'Just on time. Getting rid of two enemies at once will save time and effort.'
Apocalypse threw a final punch with a terrifying force that pierced through the air as if to break the Phoenix's form apart.
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"Did I give you permission to move?"
Luke's voice turned cold as he raised an eyebrow.
He raised his right hand, and a flash of bright silver stretched out.
The Tenth Metal turned into a long sword and slashed straight towards Apocalypse.
Rip!
The combination of the powerful force poured into the extraordinary metal sword created a terrifying effect.
The wind pressure roared like a dragon, blowing away the clouds that had built up in the sky!
The void split open like a broken mirror, cutting a sharp straight line!
Apocalypse's gray face twitched as if he felt fatal danger.
He quickly withdrew his fist and added dozens of layers of energy shields around himself.
Then, the God of Mutants still felt unsafe.
He activated his natural abilities!
Body of Steel!
The gray skin turned metallic and covered his entire body.
'This always works...'
Apocalypse trusted his intuition.
Although he almost defeated the Phoenix, and his self-confidence was boosted...
It wasn't boosted enough to make a low-level mistake as belittling the enemy.
Superman was strong, and there was no doubt about that.
So, he didn't take it lightly; he had to go all out!
Apocalypse was able to complete his defenses in a matter of minutes.
And then he looked up at the powerful sword that cut through space and tore through the atmosphere.
With a flash of silver light, the lightning and thunder, as well as the thick dark clouds, all dissipated.
The force of the sword was so strong that it tore through all of Apocalypse's energy shields in a matter of milliseconds.
With his bare hands, Superman might have to punch hundreds of times, to be able to injure this mutant god.
But with the Tenth Metal that could kill a god, he only needed one chance.
Just one slash!
The light of the sword fell on Apocalypse's steel body, like a burning knife cutting through butter.
So effortless, so silky smooth, without feeling the slightest hindrance.
Swish!
A broken arm flew in the air.
It turned into a pulp by the violent air current.
'That was close!'
Apocalypse, who was about to be cut apart, was able to move out of the way in the nick of time by using his intuition.
If he had hesitated, his whole body would have been split in two.
This was fatal!
'What a terrible weapon!'
Apocalypse held his broken arm, the wound nearly solidified.
The slash was so fast that he didn't even feel a hint of pain.
"As I said, Great En-Sabah-Nur."
Luke, sword in hand, looked towards Apocalypse, who had lost an arm.
"I hope you can behave yourself and learn to abide by the rules of the new era instead of holding on to your backward, barbaric, and foolish ideas."
"This could lead you to indulge in a self-important, arrogant personal world view, ignoring changes in the outside world and causing unnecessary problems."
Beneath Superman's feet were the empty streets of Las Vegas.
He had to say; Captain America did a good job.
He took over the authority of the city council and evacuated most of the city residents through radio and TV news announcements.
Of course, there was also Mephisto's help.
If it weren't for the old devil's magic, the people of America, who were crying out for freedom and democracy during a city lockdown, might not have been so obedient.
"I'm a Pharaoh of Egypt, a great God King. Do I have to obey the laws of a country that is only a century old and short-lived?"
Apocalypse's innate ability to shed flesh and blood from the severed wound gradually grew a new arm.
This was the terrible thing about the mutant god. He had too many abilities and was too perfect.
It was hard to find his weakness and deal a fatal blow.
The Phoenix could beat Apocalypse because it had the fire of creation.
This was an ancient force that could destroy time and space and erase dimensions.
"No, the law of the land is, of course, a worthless piece of paper in the eyes of a powerful man like you."
Luke moved his feet and his dark red cape shined high in the sky.
The sturdy figure stood tall against the thunder and lightning of the apocalyptic scene as if he was holding up the sky.
"Mortals lack the power to restrain gods, so they're as small as dust in your eyes."
"You can ignore the laws of this country. It doesn't matter."
"But I think there should be mutual respect between the strong."
"Great En-Sabah-Nur, you should at least respect my will and cherish the respect I give you."
His voice was calm, without the slightest emotion, as if stating the facts.
But when it reached Apocalypse's ears, it sent a chill down his spine.
Superman's eyes were as sharp as the sword in his hand.
"It seems that today, there is no way to end it peacefully."
Apocalypse shook his head. His new palm slowly opened. He also had the ability to restructure matters partially.
The microscopic particles of the world were moving according to his wishes.
From scratch!
A bronze war spear from the primitive period suddenly emerged!
"I have never fled from any battle. When fear occupies your heart and drives you to expose your back to the enemy, you will only die faster. There is no honor in that."
Apocalypse clenched the war spear as if he had returned to his youth.
He remembered hunting beasts in the desert, each time struggling to climb back from the edge of death.
Now, he was facing Superman, who was even more fearsome than any beast.
"But, I'm no longer that weak mortal."
Apocalypse shouted. A fierce bolt of light tore through the thick clouds.
"I am Apocalypse, the great King, the God of Destiny!"
With this roar, he raised his battle spear and took a step forward.
With strong flashes of light...
The tall figure crossed the void and appeared at Luke's side.
The grey face was full of murderous intent, and the spear, imbued with power, struck like lightning!
"The gods, too, will die."
Luke smiled. It's not like he hadn't met a god.
Set, the God of Death, also from Egypt, was even stripped of his authority.
Apocalypse was nothing.
He swung his Tenth Metal sword in a swift line.
The spear was split in two and broken into two pieces.
The armor covering Apocalypse's chest suffered a visible crack.
Crack.
It completely shattered!
"I forgot to mention, I am also a master swordsman."
Luke grinned.
He swiped the Deathstroke's card, which came with a weapon mastery attribute.
When it came to the most savage and brutal cold weapon battle, he had never been afraid of anyone.
"Do you want to continue?"
Luke held his sword flat, with a cold glint in his eyes.
"If there's no other move, it's my turn."
He took a step forward and followed his example.
A space-cutting portal was instantly formed, and then another magical circle was quickly drawn above Apocalypse.
The silvery light of the sword struck down head-on, catching the opponent off guard.
Apocalypse, like a frightened prey, with keen reflexes and a high level of vigilance...
He made a fist with his right hand and bashed it hard.
A metallic iron fist swept at the Tenth Metal sword.
A deep wound appeared on the knuckles of his clenched fist.
As if unaware, Apocalypse had entered into a state of struggle.
This pain couldn't interfere with his firm will.
In the empty left hand, another war spear emerged.
He raised his hand and swiped the spear out!
The heavy force of the blow blasted the air and quickly slashed towards Luke's neck.
Boom!
A muffled sound rang out.
Apocalypse hit the target, but it felt as if all his power hit the air.
The figure struck by the spear didn't feel like a physical body but rather an illusory wisp of air.
Then, hundreds of Lukes spread all over the sky and surrounded Apocalypse.
'Superman's a master?'
Apocalypse's eyes widened with an incredibly shocking expression.
'How is that possible!?'
How would there be a master that could shatter mountains and crush the earth with a single blow?
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