Marvel's Superman

"The Sorcerer Supreme's ... soul."

Mephisto's tone elongated, seemingly interested.

He fought with the Ancient One for so many years, and he had never won.

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

If there was a chance, naturally, Mephisto would feel happy.

The successor of the Ancient One's soul, falling into Hell.

This was an outright humiliation for both Kamar Taj and the Temple of the Three.

"That's right! I would like to take out a personal safety insurance policy with Lord Mephisto's insurance company. When I die, my soul will be yours -- provided that Lord Mephisto, you, would give me the Contract of San Venganza."

Strange added, striking while the iron was hot.

In his plan, the smoothest progress would be for Mephisto to agree to the terms without having to resort to other means.

"Haha, The Ancient One's people finally found an interesting guy."

The deep red clouds gathered and drifted, condensing into a devil's face with a horned forehead and fierce features.

"It sounds like a good deal. I have never collected the soul of a Sorcerer Supreme. But--"

Mephisto's voice paused, and he smiled vividly. Then he continued, "If you want to bargain with the devil, you must first show the strength to protect yourself."

"Master Strange, you are already in hell. I have countless ways to get your soul. Why pay extra? "

"Don't you think so?"

Laughing like a thunderstorm, the sky shook!

Suddenly!

The devil's face suddenly dissipated, turning into a locust-like black wave that surged in!

"It seems that your negotiations didn't go well, Stephen."

Luke teased.

If Mephisto were so easy to fool, he wouldn't be the most troublesome among the old devils from every dimensional hell.

"What should I do now?"

Strange showed a wry smile, but the devil really didn't have any kind of moral bottom line.

Take first, then sit back at the negotiating table.

"Prove to Mephisto that your soul isn't so easy to get hold of."

Luke said with a relaxed tone and a slight smile.

The evil spirits, black as dark clouds, rolled across the crimson sky.

Like locusts crossing the border, they devoured all living things!

Just by looking at it, people would feel that the sound was terrifying, and their minds would be shaken.

"A Master of the Mystic Arts is good at fighting against evil spirits and demons!"

Strange nodded and took out the AK47- Beast that finally came in handy.

Da da! Da da da!

The blue fire from the muzzle poured out a storm of demon-killing bullets.

As if a long sickle suddenly swung down, sweeping away the swarming evil.

"By the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth!"

"By the Omnipotent Oshtur!"

"Light of the All-Seeing Eye of Agamotto!"

"..."

Strange was like a ruthless casting machine, desperately squeezing out the magic in his body.

One after another, high-order spells gushed out, like a fierce turret with full firepower, extremely effective in stopping the frenzied push of the evil spirits.

"A living soul! Delicious!"

A huge four-hoofed demon with horns on his head suddenly appeared.

He waved the fire whip in his hand, and with a swish, he broke the Shield of the Seraphim Strange had cast.

"That's a big demon!"

Strange nervously said.

As a graduate of Kamar Taj, he had never met such an enemy.

"You don't have to worry. Keep going!"

Luke finally showed his true level as a high-ranked master. The super-level spells in the Book of Vishanti were thrown out one after another as if they cost nothing.

The chaotic and violent magic of the Hell Dimension appeared tame in his hands.

"It's all yours!"

Strange constantly blessed himself with 'the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth'. Then, under the full-speed flight of the magic floating cloak, he crashed into the tide of evil spirits.

Those dark souls, one after another, stretched out their claws and teeth, trying to swallow this beautiful soul into their bellies.

But with the sturdy protection of magic-resistant armor, he couldn't be attacked.

"You're ... human! A fresh ... soul!"

The demonic creature with four hooves running like a centaur raised its fire whip and struck down with a 'crack!'.

"I don't have any interest in this area."

Luke's eyes were slightly cold, his fingers closed, and he clenched them into fists.

...

...

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

Da da! Da da da!

The blue glowing fire spewed out demon-killing bullets and cleared the many evil spirits in its way.

The magic-resistant armor seemed like it was almost worn out.

"Hold on a little longer!"

Strange gritted his teeth and bravely marched forward!

Finally, out of the endless tide of evil spirits, Mephisto's huge body occupied his line of sight.

In the Hell Dimension, the old devil didn't need to use his human incarnation.

Dressed in a robe made of sulfur and flame, he sat on a huge throne, like a mountain of terror.

His forehead had black horns as if it was cast from iron.

Especially his eyes, burning with ambition, cunning, treacherous, and full of schemes.

It was daunting!

"Master Strange."

Mephisto called out the other's name, with a smile on his crimson face.

"You have proved the value of your courage, strength, and soul. Hell's Insurance Company is willing to tailor a policy for you."

Strange saw that the old devil's right hand was holding a paper contract, in which he could faintly hear the sound of souls wailing.

The Contract of San Venganza!

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

Whoosh!

The paper suddenly spread out!

Large texts clearly emerged.

"Have you thought about it? As long as you sign your name, the Contract of San Venganza is yours."

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

The old devil laughed strangely, seemingly in mockery and pleasure.

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

"I've thought about it."

Strange's eyes looked firm. The problems he would face later would be solved later.

Passing the test, completing his salvation, and assuming his responsibilities were the only things he had to do now.

Lack of strength, lack of wisdom, lack of means ... Strange knew he could get through to the last hurdle, relying entirely on Superman.

But now, it was time for him to pay the price.

"My soul will be given..."

Strange borrowed the spell and prepared to imprint his name, his soul's aura.

However--

Boom!

A violent boom rose up and spread throughout Hell.

Right behind Strange, a huge mushroom cloud slowly appeared.

Endless light and heat radiated away in all directions.

The energy of terror annihilated all matter. Not to mention evil spirits and demons, even the dust was crushed into smaller particles.

'Who threw a nuclear bomb into Hell?'

This was an idea that flashed in Strange's mind.

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