Superman of the American Comics

Test strength?

Luke grinned.

It's finally his turn to perform on the stage.

Those who participated in the war can be regarded as strong players with strange means and endless cards.

They either have extraordinary origins, amazing backgrounds, or outstanding talents

But in front of Superman, I'm afraid no one is qualified to talk about the word "power".

"This is our home, Steven."

Luke said faintly, as if he was very confident.

"Are you sure? The top three favorites, the witch heart demon, is the son of hell Lord Mephisto, supported by an invincible Legion."

Strange is not optimistic. He has not seen Luke's hand. His understanding of Superman's strength temporarily stays at the cognitive level of "high-level mage".

"Your gun... Friend, mystiana Rasputin, Queen of the border of hell, proficient in black magic, or alpha mutant."

"Dr. voodoo, rocky, modu... Everyone is not mediocre."

"If I test others, I may still win by wisdom."

"But putting me and them in a huge arena is not good news."

Lao Wang deeply thought that strange might really be eliminated this time.

His strength is very likely to be defeated in the face of any participant.

"Why don't you press yourself to lose."

The rocket raccoon was full of bad water and began to encourage strange to bet.

"Lost the game, won the bet. Lost the bet, won the game... No one loses!"

Strange was a little excited, but on second thought, if he didn't have confidence in himself, was it necessary to participate in the next battle?

Then, Yizheng refused the suggestion that the rocket raccoon invited him to be a gambling dog.

"Then you'll try harder later. I'll put all the pressure on you."

The rocket raccoon didn't move, and strange was not discouraged. He turned around and smashed the winning chips into the opening of the Stars Forum.

Luke took time to glance at the title, "Saka star Casino Royale, sexy dealer, online licensing..." came into sight.

Gao Tianzun's business scope is really wide. In addition to the arena, slave hunting business, even the casino is involved.

"Wait a minute, the only thing you have to do is put on your magic armor and hide behind me."

Seeing that strange was not confident, Luke smiled and comforted.

After the bell of Kamata Taj rang, many magicians in robes rushed to the square.

It has always been human nature to join in the fun.

"Stephen strange..."

"Mo du..."

Other people's eyes swept over the two and whispered.

Most of the secret arts mages are more optimistic about modu.

Trange came to Kama Taj too late and studied magic too short. It's not easy to survive the first game.

"The game begins."

The leaders of the three holy places came together.

They cast spells together to light up the road signs in the hands of each participant.

The transmission channel to the stadium slowly takes shape, waiting for the players to enter.

Last time, it was in the dream dimension.

So this time, where will it be?

Strange calmed down his inner tension and came out more and more.

He looked at modu, who also came to the portal, and the latter said in a deep voice, "strange, this is not the battle you should participate in."

"Kama Taj, it's enough for me to guard."

This new legend with dark skin and firm eyes doesn't know that his teacher actually pretended to be ill and took the opportunity to retire.

With full of blood, he wanted to protect the three sanctuaries and Kama Taj, and practice his inner sense of mission and honor, so as to participate in this hegemony war with strong enemies.

Luke standing next to him shook his head slightly. Gu Yi's practice was not safe.

If modu finds out the truth, the successor of the supreme mage has already been determined.

Their efforts and perseverance are in vain.

It's hard to guarantee that he won't turn black in an instant.

The consequences of turning powder into black are very serious.

"I also have a road I want to finish."

When strange remembered what Gu Yi had said to him, his hesitation suddenly dissipated and became firm.

The supreme mage stretched out the hand of salvation when he was most confused and helpless.

Now the other party's time is approaching and is about to die.

Strange felt that he deserved to stand up.

If Luke knew what these two people were thinking, he would definitely feel that Gu Yi's acting was too exquisite. Oscar owed him a little golden man.

"Good, let's have a fair competition! For the supreme glory!"

Modu swaggered into the transmission channel first.

The triple halo hanging behind my head is like a crown made of gold.

Suddenly, it condensed into essence and shone brightly.

This is proof of being a legend!

"For the Supreme... Glory."

Strange bowed his head and meditated, then walked into another passage.

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The barren land is full of shocking cracks, like terrible scars.

The hot heat evaporated the water in the participants' bodies and baked their skin.

The pungent smell of sulfur, like a large mass of rising yellow smoke, permeates everywhere.

"Here is..."

"Hell."

When strange entered the competition field, he summoned Superman to escort him.

Then, maybe it's psychological.

He felt his throat itchy and thirsty.

The skin becomes dry, and the surge of magic tends to be disordered.

"Hell... The supreme mage put the second game in hell!?"

When he heard Luke's answer, strange was surprised and subconsciously held the blow out wand in his hand.

It seems that I'm worried that some ferocious demons will jump out of a corner and tear myself to pieces.

"That's right. If I guess correctly, this is the lower level of hell."

Luke looked up at the sky. The thick red clouds covered everything, shrouded everything and cast a huge shadow.

The horizon in the distance is a continuous black mountain range, like a huge monster crawling on the ground.

The grass, trees, rocks and even the reptiles that occasionally run by are like fuzzy smoke, constantly twisting and changing.

In a word, this is a desolate wasteland full of strange.

"Hell, lower level."

Strange finally reacted.

At least he is also a walking encyclopedia and has a little understanding of all dimensions.

Hell and heaven are the most perfect and unshakable of many dimensions.

The former is even more hostile to Kama Taj and the three sanctuaries.

"Where the hell kings lead the mainstream to release the souls of sinners?"

Strange whispered.

A solemn face appeared.

Hell is a broad concept.

It does not refer to a single dimension, but a vast space formed by the overlapping of many worlds.

For example, the border of hell ruled by the secret guest is the part closest to the physical world.

The so-called "lower level" is the furthest place from the reality of the hell world.

The soul that falls and flows here will never be free.

"Then we should be careful."

Strange wore heavy armour neatly and protected himself.

He was forged by special craftsmen in the sanctuary in New York

All of them are made of high magic resistance materials, combined with special processes and engraved Rune circuits.

Even if you stand still and let a high-level mage bomb hard, you can't break the defense for a while and a half.

"I mentioned in my book before that the lower level of hell is very dangerous. For a long time, the souls of those who suffer have wandered here and can't get rid of it."

Trange changed into a mobile fortress with heavy armor and shield.

There are no other defects except that the action speed is not fast enough.

"They have long lost their memories. They fight and devour each other without reason, and gradually integrate into a new soul."

Strange's voice was low and he didn't want to think too much about the cruelty.

"Then, the new soul continues to repeat the process..."

Luke raised his eyebrows, interrupted the other party's explanation and whispered, "someone's coming."

"It's a prey that comes to the door on its own initiative."