Superman

Death is the ultimate destination of all living things. People will always have all kinds of bizarre, terrifying, or beautiful imaginations about those unknown places.

For example, the Italian poet Dante Alighelli.

His "Divine Comedy" depicts hell as a nine-layer world with a wide top and a narrow bottom, which resembles a funnel.

The further down, the more sinful the soul itself.

In the "Bible", hell has an unquenchable fire that burns the souls of sinners.

Various religions have different records here.

In fact, the concept of hell first appeared in religious texts.

In terms of a widely spread and well-known concept, it is a place where the soul suffers, and it is mainly used to imprison and punish unrighteous people who have committed serious sins during their lives.

But in the Marvel universe, hell is real.

It is composed of many overlapping and parallel dimensional worlds, and there are many rulers.

For example, the nine worlds of Norse mythology.

Among them, the Heim underworld where Hela is located is considered "hell."

And Hades, the Hades of the Olympian god system, the territory he ruled is also "hell."

Of course, the most well-known one belongs to Mephisto's "hell."

On the one hand, this old devil has a sense of existence.

From time to time it will come out and bubbling, jumping a few times.

On the other hand, those dimensional worlds dominated and controlled by hell princes are the opposite of heaven.

They are like two large enterprises with overlapping businesses, harvesting most of the human souls on the earth through various means.

The few in the front are only extraditing souls of the gods.

Just like if Thor dies, he will only fall into the underworld of Heim, then sink to the bottom of the world tree, returning to the embrace of darkness.

Instead, it fell into Mephisto's hands.

Anyway, different "hells" have different business scopes.

It involves the complex game between the dimensional demon, hell, heaven, and many gods. Even the most knowledgeable scholar will find it difficult to figure it out for a while.

"It's a terrible place."

Strange opened the transmission channel and came to the hell where Mephisto was.

Compared to the lower dimension as the second game venue, this place is more hot.

The choking wind with the smell of sulfur blew towards the face, and it was suffocating.

"This is... hell."

Strange murmured.

All that caught his eyes was red.

The rocks, vegetation, earth and sky are all red, like a huge melting pot with no bounds.

Dark and illusory shadows spread all over the dry and hard ground, like ants in a row.

That is the soul that fell into hell!

"Mephisto...save...the San Van Ganza contract..."

Strange took a deep breath and said to himself.

His goal is to recapture the souls of the inhabitants of the town of San Van Gunsa from the hands of the old devil, so that those people can be freed and complete this rescue.

It sounds difficult, but this is the only effective way Strange can come up with.

The magic floating cloak held up his body and slowly passed through the air.

Although the heavy armor had been "reduce" with a spell, it still slowed his flight speed.

"Are you sure to save my life from Mephisto?"

Strange looked at the Superman who followed, and the reason why he made such a risky move was mainly because he believed in the strength of the contractor.

"That old devil is a dignified lord of hell, a dimensional demon who can wrestle with the supreme mage."

Luke did not answer directly, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I thought you left the small town of San Vangsa and took the initiative to go to hell, intending to prove to Emperor Weishan your courage and determination to pay the price to save others."

"What? You want me to solve the problem?"

Strange coughed twice, looking awkward.

He is not an Asgardian, he always asks where the enemy is, not how strong the enemy is.

Go to hell, face Mephisto, and take back the contract of St. Van Ganza.

The reason that prompted Strange to make the risky decision was naturally Superman.

Since his contractor can quickly pass the second game in 20 minutes, easily defeat the son of hell witch heart demon.

It may be a feasible plan to hold the cunning old devil in Mephisto and create opportunities for himself.

Strange was sober, he didn't expect Superman to be like the Supreme Mage.

Single-handedly broke into hell, fought an amazing battle with Mephisto, and finally retreated with his whole body.

"Can you do it? Try to hold Mephisto's footsteps, or in other words, become my only and most powerful bargaining chip at the negotiating table."

Strange asked seriously.

"I said no, would you give up the action and turn around and go back?"

Luke asked rhetorically.

Strange pursed his lips and shook his head gently.

This is a gamble.

He wants to make a deal with the cunning, cold-hearted old devil in the legend, and enter into a negotiation like never before.

"So, whether I can stop Mephisto, it doesn't matter. The key is whether you are fully prepared to be deceived by the devil, lose the game, and have nothing mentally prepared!"

Luke stared at the deep clouds like a raging red tide, behind which, a pair of vague eyes stared at him.

"I am willing to accept the price of failure."

Strange said solemnly.

"Then let go and do it. This is your test, Stephen."

Luke smiled.

At the moment his voice fell, thunder came from the deep clouds.

A huge, deafening noise erupted, as if the drums were beating, the horn was blowing, and a great battle was coming.

"Steven Strange!"

"And your contractor!"

The gloomy voice sounded quietly, echoing in my heart.

"You want to get back the San Van Ganza contract?"

Strange slowed down, and the magical cloak flew behind his back.

He glanced at Luke, who was calm, his panic suddenly subsided.

It's like a gambler with no confidence, holding the only bargaining chip.

"Yes. Wise Lord of Hell, generous Your Excellency Mephisto, I'm here to negotiate terms."

Strange behaved very politely, which is the necessary respect for the strong.

"Negotiating terms? Little Mage, what can you do to impress me? And what bargaining chip do you have that can make me sit at a negotiation table with you?"

Mephisto sneered, and the desolate field and the empty sky shook suddenly, as if responding to his question.

"My soul! The soul of a supreme mage!"

Strange raised his chest and replied loudly.

"Your Excellency Mephisto, as long as you give me the San Van Gantha contract, I will give my soul voluntarily!"

"In this way, I have completed the test of Emperor Weishan and will take over the seat of the Supreme Master."

"And you are equivalent to getting the soul of the Supreme Mage-isn't it enough weight and not enough to impress you?"

Luke on the side laughed dumbfounded. He actually saw the usual tactics of a liar in the next studio on Strange.

Selling one's soul to the devil, or angel, or other existence, this is Constantine's special skill.

"The...soul of the Supreme Master."

Mephisto spoke long and seemed to be a little excited.

He has been fighting against Gu Yi for so many years and has never beaten the opponent once.

Not long ago, he was beaten up by the old bald head and lost a human incarnation.

If there is a chance to find a place, Mephisto will naturally be happy.

Gu Yi's successor, the soul is returned to hell.

This is a kind of humiliation for Kama Taj and the three sanctuary.

"Yes! I want to buy a personal safety insurance from the insurance company of Your Excellency Mephisto, and when I die, the soul will belong to you-the premise is that Your Excellency Mephisto, you will contract with Saint Van Gunsa give it to me."

Strange struck while the iron was hot, added.

Among the plans he envisaged, the smoothest progress is that Mephisto agrees to the conditions without having to resort to other means.

"Tsk tusk, the guy under the Gu Yimen, finally an interesting guy has appeared."

The crimson clouds gathered and drifted, condensed into a devil's face with horns on the forehead and ferocious features.

"This sounds like a good deal. I have never got the soul of the Supreme Mage. But—"

Mephisto's voice paused, showing a vivid smile, and then continued: "If you want to negotiate terms with a devil, you must first show the ability to protect yourself."

"Mage Strange, you are already in hell, I have countless ways to get your soul, why bother to pay extra."

"You said, right?"

Laughing wildly like thunder, making a sensation in the sky!

next moment!

The face of the devil suddenly disappeared, turning into a black wave like locusts, surging!

"It seems that your negotiation is not going well, Stephen."

Luke teased.

Mephisto is so easy to fool, then he will not be the most troublesome old devil in the hell dimension.

"what should I do now?"

Strange smiled bitterly, and the devil really had no moral bottom line.

Use the clear grab first, and then sit back to the negotiating table.

"Prove to Mephisto that your soul is not so easy to get."

Luke said with a relaxed tone and a slight smile.

A wave of evil spirits, dark as dark clouds, rolled across the crimson sky.

Like a locust crossing the border, devouring all creatures!

Just looking at it, I felt terrifying and shocked.

"Kama Taj's Secret Magic Mage is best at dealing with evil spirits and demons!"

Strange nodded, and took out the AK47-Fire Kirin that finally came in handy.

Da da!Da da da!

Braving the muzzle of the blue fire, a storm-like demon-breaking bullet was poured out.

It was like a long scythe swung down suddenly, sweeping out the swarms.

"The ancient body of Hoggs!"

"Oh Shutu's enchanting breath!"

"Age Motor's Eye of Wisdom!"

"..."

Strange is like a ruthless spell-casting machine, desperately squeezing the magic in his body.

One after another high-level spells spewed out, like a fierce turret with full firepower, which effectively prevented the crazy advance of the evil spirit frenzy.

"A living soul! Delicious!"

A four-hoofed demon with a huge body and a horned head suddenly appeared.

He waved the fire whip in his hand with a "swish" sound, breaking Strange's Ring of Raggardo.

"This is a big devil!"

Strange said nervously.

As a Kama Taj fellow who has not yet graduated, he has never encountered such an enemy.

"Don't worry, keep going!"

Luke finally showed the true level of a high-level mage. The super-level spells in "The Book of Emperor Weishan" seemed to be free of money, and they were thrown out one by one.

The chaotic and violent magic of the hell dimension seemed so gentle in his hands.

"give it to you!"

Strange continued to bless himself with "Hoggs's ancient body", and then slammed into the evil spirit frenzy under the full speed of the magic floating cloak.

Those dark souls stretched out their paws and showed their teeth, trying to swallow this delicious soul into their abdomen.

But with the strong protection of magic resistance armor, they couldn't start.

"You are... human too! A living... soul!"

Running with four hooves, the demon creature like a horse and a horse raised a whip of fire and beat down with a "pop".

"I don't have a hobby in this area."

Luke's eyes were cold, his five fingers closed, and he clenched into a fist.

...

...

Strange is like a swimming fish in the deep sea, struggling to travel through the turbulent undercurrent of the whirlpool.

Da da!Da da da!

The fire unicorn braving the blue light spit out demonic bullets, sweeping away the many evil spirits blocking the front.

The magic resistance armor was mottled, as if it was about to be scrapped.

"Stay a little longer!"

Strange gritted his teeth and moved forward courageously!

Finally rushing out of the invisible evil spirit frenzy, Mephisto's huge body suddenly occupied all of his sight.

In the hell dimension, the old devil does not need to use human avatars.

Wearing a robe of sulfur and flame, he stood on a huge throne with a horrible figure like a mountain.

The forehead gave birth to pitch-black horns, like cast iron.

Especially those eyes, blazing ambitions, cunning and treacherous conspiracies filled them.

It's daunting!

"Mage Strange."

Mephisto called out the other's name, and a smile appeared on his scarlet face.

"You have proven the value of your courage, strength, and soul. Hell Insurance Company is willing to tailor an insurance policy for you."

Strange saw the old devil's right hand and held a paper contract, in which the wailing voice of the soul could be faintly heard.

The San Van Ganza Pact!

In his left hand, another paper contract appeared out of thin air.

Wow!

The paper rolls out suddenly!

Large texts emerged clearly.

"Have you considered it? As long as you sign your name, then the San Van Ganza contract belongs to you."

"And your soul, the soul of the future Supreme Master, belongs to me!"

The old devil laughed strangely, seemingly mocking, seemingly happy.

He can't wait to see Strange make a choice!

"I, think about it."

Strange's eyes were firm, and the problems he had to face later would be solved later.

Passing the test, completing the salvation, and assuming the due responsibilities, this is the only thing he has to stick to.

Lack of strength, lack of wisdom, lack of means... Strange knew that he could reach the last level and was completely dependent on Superman.

Now, it is time for him to pay the price.

"My soul, give it to..."

Strange borrowed the spell and prepared to imprint his name and the breath of his soul.

however--

Rumble!

The violent roar suddenly rose and spread throughout the hell world.

Behind Strange, a huge mushroom cloud appeared slowly.

Endless light and heat radiate away in all directions.

The terrifying energy obliterates all matter, not to mention evil spirits and demons, even dust will be shattered and turned into smaller particles.

"Who dropped a nuclear bomb into hell?"

This was the idea that came to Strange's mind.