Superman of the American Comics

Death is the ultimate destination of all creatures. People always have all kinds of strange, terrible or beautiful imagination about those unknown places.

For example, the Italian poet Dante aligaili.

The Divine Comedy created by him depicts hell as a nine story world with wide top and narrow bottom, which looks like a funnel.

The further down, the deeper the sin of 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 classics.

In the widely spread and well-known concept, it is the place where the soul suffers. It is mainly used to imprison and punish the sinful and unjust people.

But in the Marvel Universe, hell is real.

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

For example, the nine worlds of Nordic mythology.

Among them, the Heim underworld where Haila is located is regarded as "hell".

Hades, the God of Olympus, ruled the territory of hell.

Of course, the most well-known is Mephisto's "hell".

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

From time to time, it will bubble and hop a few times.

On the other hand, the dimensional world dominated and controlled by the great king of hell is the opposite of heaven.

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

The first few are only the souls of the God system.

Like sol, if he dies, he will only fall into the Heim underworld, then sink to the bottom of the world tree and return to the embrace of darkness.

Not in Mephisto's hands.

Anyway, different "hell" has different business scope.

It involves the complex game among dimensional demons, hell and heaven, and many God systems. Even the most knowledgeable scholars are difficult to understand for a while.

"What a terrible place."

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

Compared with the lower dimension as the venue for the second game, it is more fiery here.

The choking burning wind with the smell of sulfur blew in the face, which was suffocating.

"This is... Hell."

Murmured strange.

All he saw was red.

The rocks, vegetation, earth and sky are all red, like an endless huge melting pot.

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

That's the soul in hell!

"Mephisto... Salvation... Covenant of Saint Vincent..."

Strange took a deep breath and said to himself.

His goal is to recapture the souls of the residents of San Francisco from the hands of the old devil, so that those people can be liberated and complete the rescue.

It sounds difficult, but it's the only effective way that strange can think of.

The magic floating cloak lifted up his body and slowly swept through the air.

Although the heavy armor had been "reduced" by the spell, it still slowed down his flight speed.

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

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

"The old devil is the Lord of hell. He is a dimension demon God who can break his wrist with the supreme mage."

Luke didn't answer positively. He smiled and said, "I thought you left the town of San Francisco and took the initiative to go to hell to prove your courage and determination to save others."

"What? Want me to solve the problem?"

Strange coughed twice and looked embarrassed.

He is not Asgard. He always asks where the enemy is, not how strong the enemy is.

Go to hell, face Mephisto and recapture the covenant of Saint Vincent.

The reason for strange's risky decision is naturally Superman.

Now that his contractor can quickly pass the second game in 20 minutes, he can easily beat the son of hell.

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

Strange was sober. He didn't expect Superman to be like the supreme mage.

He broke into hell alone, fought an amazing war with Mephisto, and finally left with his whole body.

"Can you do it? Try to slow down Mephisto, or become my only and most powerful chip on the negotiation table."

Strange asked positively.

"I said no, would you give up and turn back?"

Asked Luke.

Strange closed his lips and shook his head gently.

This is a gamble.

He wanted to make a deal with the legendary cunning and ruthless old devil for an unprecedented negotiation.

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

Luke stared at the deep clouds like a raging red tide. Behind them, a pair of obscure eyes stared at himself.

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

Strange murmured.

"Then let go. This is your test, Steven."

Luke smiled.

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

The deafening sound broke out, as if the war drum was beating and the horn was blowing, and a big war was coming.

"Stephen strange!"

"And your contractor!"

The voice of Yin pity rang out quietly and echoed in my heart.

"Do you want to get back the covenant of Saint Vincent?"

Strange slowed down and the magic floating cloak flew behind him.

He glanced at Luke with a calm face, and his inner panic suddenly subsided.

Like a gambler with little confidence, he holds the only chip.

"That's right. Wise Lord of hell, generous Lord Mephisto, I'm here to talk about terms."

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

"Talk about terms? Little mage, what can you impress me? What chips can you hold to let me sit at the same negotiating table with you?"

Mephisto hissed, and the desolate field and the open sky suddenly shook, as if to answer his questions.

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

Strange raised his chest and replied loudly.

"Lord Mephisto, as long as you give me the San Francisco contract, I will voluntarily give my soul!"

"In this way, I have completed the test of emperor Weishan and will take over the position of supreme mage."

"And you are equivalent to getting the soul of the supreme MAGE - isn't that enough to move you?"

Luke on one side lost his smile. He saw the usual technique of a liar on the set next door in strange's body.

It was Constantine's specialty to sell his soul to the devil, or angel, or other existence.

"The... Soul of the supreme mage."

Mephisto's long tone seemed to be moving.

He fought with Gu Yi for so many years and never won the other side.

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

If there is a chance to find the field, Mephisto will be happy.

Guyi's successor, the soul goes to hell.

This is a kind of red fruit humiliation for both karma Taj and the three holy places.

"That's right! I want to buy a personal safety insurance from your insurance company. When I die, my soul will belong to you - provided that your excellency Mephisto, you will give me the Saint Vincent's contract."

Strange struck while the iron was hot, added.

Among the plans he envisaged, the most smooth progress was Mephisto's promise to take no other measures.

"Tut Tut, there is an interesting guy under the ancient one."

The crimson clouds gathered and dispersed, and condensed into a horned forehead and a ferocious devil's face.

"It sounds like a good deal. I've never got the soul of the supreme mage. But -"

Mephisto's voice paused, smiled vividly, and then continued: "if you want to talk to a devil about conditions, you must first show your strength to protect yourself."

"Master strange, you have been in hell. I have countless ways to get your soul. Why pay extra?"

"You say, right?"

Laugh like thunder and stir the sky!

Next moment!

The devil's face suddenly dissipated and turned into a dark wave like locusts, surging!

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

Luke teased.

Mephisto is so easy to fool, then he won't be the most troublesome old devil in the dimension of hell.

"What should I do now?"

Strange smiled bitterly. The devil really didn't have any moral bottom line.

Use open robbery first, but then sit back to the negotiation table.

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

Luke said with a relaxed smile.

The evil spirits, dark as black clouds, swept across the red sky.

Like locusts crossing the border, devouring all living creatures!

Just looking at it, I felt terrible and shocked.

"The secret sorcerer of Kama Taj is best at dealing with evil spirits and demons!"

Strange nodded and took out the AK47 fire Unicorn that could finally be used.

Dada! Dada, dada!

The muzzle of the gun with blue fire poured out storm like broken magic bullets.

Like a long sickle, it suddenly waved down and wiped out the overwhelming defeat.

"The ancient body of HOGGS!"

"The dense breath of Austrian Shu map!"

"The eye of agomoto's wisdom!"

“……”

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

One high-level spell after another gushed out, like a ferocious fort with full fire, which effectively prevented the crazy advance of the evil spirit frenzy.

"Fresh soul! Delicious!"

A huge four hoofed demon with sheep horns suddenly appeared.

He waved his firewhip, "Shua", and broke strange's raggadol ring.

"This is a great devil!"

Said strange nervously.

As a graduate student of Kama Taj, he has never met such an enemy.

"Don't worry, keep moving!"

Luke finally showed the true level of high-level mages. The super level spells in the book of emperor VisANT seemed to be thrown out one by one without money.

The chaotic and violent magic of hell seemed so tame in his hands.

"Give it to you!"

Strange constantly blessed himself with "the ancient body of HOGGS", and then crashed into the evil spirit frenzy under the full speed flight of the magic floating cloak.

Those dark souls stretch out their claws and show their teeth one after another, trying to swallow this delicious soul into their stomach.

But with the strong protection of enchanted anti armor, they can't start.

"You too... Human! Fresh... Soul!"

Four hoofs ran, like a demon creature of a human horse, raised a fire whip and beat it down with a "pa".

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

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

……

……

Strange is like a swimming fish in the deep sea, struggling to walk through the turbulent eddy undercurrent.

Dada! Dada, dada!

The flaming Unicorn spits out broken magic bullets to clear away many evil spirits in front.

The demon's armor was mottled, as if it was about to be scrapped.

"Hold on a little longer!"

Strange clenched his teeth and moved forward!

Finally, out of the endless wave of evil spirits, Mephisto's huge body occupied all the sight.

Hell dimension, the old devil doesn't have to use human avatars.

Dressed in a robe of sulfur and fire, he stood on a huge throne like a mountain peak.

Black sheep horns grow on the forehead, like fine iron casting.

Especially those eyes, burning like fire, full of ambition, cunning and treacherous schemes.

Awe inspiring!

"Master strange."

Mephisto called out each other's names and smiled on his red face.

"You have proved your courage, strength and soul value. Hell insurance company is willing to customize a policy for you."

Strange saw the old devil's right hand and held a paper contract, in which he could vaguely hear the cry of the soul.

Saint Vincent's covenant!

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

WOW!

The paper spread out suddenly!

Huge words emerged clearly.

"Have you thought about it? As long as you sign your name, the San Francisco contract belongs to you."

"And your soul, the soul of the future supreme mage, belongs to me!"

The old devil made a strange smile, like mockery, like joy.

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

"I'll think about it."

Strange's eyes are firm, and the problems to be faced will be solved later.

Passing the test, completing the rescue and assuming due responsibility is the only thing he has to stick to at present.

Lack of strength, wisdom and means... Strange knew that he could get to the last level entirely by relying on Superman.

Now, it's time for him to pay the price.

"My soul, give it to..."

Strange borrowed a spell to brand his name, his soul breath.

However——

Boom!

The violent roar rose abruptly and spread all over the hell world.

Just behind strange, a huge mushroom cloud slowly appeared.

Endless light and heat radiate in all directions.

The terrible energy annihilates all substances, not to mention evil spirits and demons. Even the dust will be crushed and turned into smaller particles.

"Who threw a nuclear bomb into hell?"

It was an idea in strange's mind.