Marvel's Superman

"It's horrible ..."

"Too cruel ..."

"Too much ..."

The guests at the Bar With No Doors were stunned as they watched the bright light flashing and the blazing white live broadcast.

The 21st-century people who were bombarded by Hollywood special effects blockbusters were almost immune to the battle scenes of superheroes.

Iron Man liked to wash the ground with artillery fire, Hulk was a demolition maniac, and thunder and lightning flashed between Thor's hits...

When you're there, you may feel that the momentum was amazing.

But from the picture, in fact, there was no difference with those popcorn blockbusters.

It was nothing more than a variety of sound and light effects, coupled with the devastated city of New York as a background. Hollywood had always been good at grand scenes.

For a while, people that cosplayed as the Avengers or superheroes sent videos to an online platform and then added various cheap special effects also gained wealth by attracting fans and gaining traffic.

Therefore, seeing it right now, the audiences who thought they were well informed, in the face of the splendid magic wielded by the various masters, weren't surprised and were even calm.

It was like sitting in a movie theater and watching a special effects blockbuster.

"But I've never really seen this kind of scene before."

Rocket chewed on a crisp carrot, shook his head, and said so.

Superman always managed to bring him and the others some surprises.

Possessing the terrifying power of destroying the world was usually just a verbal sentence.

No one had ever seen that person destroy a planet and dimension by himself.

But now, Superman had proved it.

"Why did this guy participate in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle?"

"What kind of master is he?"

"Not making a name for himself as the overlord of the universe and participating in a competition on a backward planet?"

"..."

The Stars Forum hosted by Grandmaster had been bombarded.

On average, hundreds and thousands of related posts popped up every second.

Looking at the pure white and dazzling live broadcast, Rocket stopped tapping his hands on the keyboard and temporarily put down his entertainment of trolling with people online.

At this moment, no one cared about who was taking over as Sorcerer supreme.

They wanted to know who Strange's contractor was.

"Too strong."

Rocket sighed.

If it was an unsuspecting audience, people might think someone wanted to nuke Hell and purify the devil.

"Master Strange, what's going on here?"

The originally calm, smiling without a word, Mephisto, raised his voice in anger.

The terrifying pressure directly enveloped Strange, who was floating in mid-air.

The Cloak of Levitation clung to his body with a jerk.

The erected collar drooped down like a poor child shivering.

"Is this, perhaps, a misunderstanding?"

Strange said awkwardly.

Behind him, a burst of bright light continuously broke out.

The violent energy was like an astronomical tide.

The thundering swept through, annihilating everything.

Strange didn't dare to look directly behind him for fear of being burned by the dazzling blazing white light.

'What did Superman do?'

He was very confused.

Could it be that the opponent had released a heaven-defying super-level forbidden spell?

"Misunderstanding? Humph, who dares to run wild in hell?! They ... won't end well!"

Mephisto wanted to say a few malicious words, but on second thought, it was the Ancient One who made a mess in Hell last time.

So far, the old man was living well, and there was no sign of him dying.

So, what if he was seriously wounded. His time was coming...

It was just a smokescreen put out by Kamar Taj to confuse others.

"Get out of the way! I'd like to see what your contractor is doing!"

Mephisto stood upright, like a giant standing on top of the earth, leaving the stone throne.

If he continued to watch from the sidelines and ignored it, he was afraid that his home would be torn down.

Rumble!

The terrifying loud noise of the sky and land splitting crushed the space into pieces.

Strips of thick black cracks suddenly emerged, shocking and engulfing matter.

The violent and chaotic energy tides continued to pull the land.

With the strong smoke rising up, the hard rocks were ripped open with huge cracks.

Crack!

The great rift valley-like ferocious cracks spread rapidly.

"Stop!"

Mephisto raised his mountain-like palm and reached into the intense light.

The intense heat that burned evil spirits and wiped them out was nothing to the old devil.

As if cast in iron, the huge palm fiercely closed!

The dazzling light instantly dimmed like an extinguished light bulb.

"Not lethal..."

Mephisto was surprised.

In this bright light, he didn't notice any aura of destruction.

"I only ordered an illumination spell, so why should Lord Mephisto be angry? "

Luke slowly said as he easily avoided the grasp of the palm.

He looked extremely small, like a speck of dust, in front of the devil's body that stood tall in the sky.

"Illumination..."

Mephisto was speechless and didn't know how to answer him.

The intense light released high temperature, which in turn triggered a tidal wave of energy, causing the sky to collapse like a doomsday scene...

Along this line of thought, the endless light and heat, shaped like a nuclear explosion, was all just lighting.

'There's a lot of talent in Kamar Taj. '

Mephisto, the old devil who prided himself on having seen all kinds of storms, suppressed such a sentence after a long while.

"With illumination, you almost destroyed Hell ... You are much more powerful than the Ancient One."

Luke smiled modestly, waved his hand, and said, "No, no, no. I'm nobody. How could I compare with the Sorcerer Supreme!"

How could a true master not have illumination spells?

However, the movement he made was a little bigger.

"Dare to run wild in hell ... you have a lot of courage!"

Mephisto grunted coldly, and the intimidating pressure of a great devil was released.

He didn't know much about Luke's details. Judging only from the magic fluctuations, he was at most a high-ranking master.

However, the old devil had seen the live broadcast of the other party crushing Blackheart. Punching him through the lower level of Hell.

That terrible power wasn't like a nameless high-ranking master. What else could this guy do?

Therefore, Mephisto wanted to test Superman's strength.

"My contractee, Stephen Strange, is a candidate for Sorcerer Supreme."

The powerful pressure from Mephisto's aura, which was enough to deprive people of their sanity and create fear, had no effect on Luke, who had no problem saying, "The Contract of San Venganza is related to whether he can win the last game."

"Therefore, I would like to bargain with Lord Mephisto and make a deal."

'Why do Kamar Taj bastards like to bargain with people?'

"No need. I have agreed to Strange's request. He promised me his soul, and I will give him the Contract of San Venganza to help him complete the test."

Mephisto thought to himself, 'If it weren't for your illumination, Strange would have signed his name and sealed the deal.

In the future, the soul of the Sorcerer Supreme would fall into his hands.

"As we all know, a contract without a formal signature is not binding."

Luke raised his eyebrows as if guessing what was in Mephisto's mind and chuckled lightly, "That was an invalid deal. Lord Mephisto doesn't need to take it seriously."

"I have a new contract here. Dear Mr. Devil, as long as the Contract of San Venganza is handed over, Stephen and I will leave Hell. What do you think?"

"..."

Mephisto opened his mouth.. There were curses in his heart, but he was too confused to say them.