Marvel’s Superman

Death is the ultimate destination of all creatures, and people always have all kinds of strange, terrifying, or beautiful imaginations about those unknown places.

For example, the Italian poet Dante Alleghely.

In his "Divine Comedy", he depicted hell as a nine-layered world that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, shaped 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.

Different religions have different records here.

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

In a widely spread and well-known concept, it is the place where the soul suffers, mainly for imprisoning and punishing the unrighteous who have sinned in their lifetime.

But in the Marvel Universe, hell is real.

It consists of many overlapping, parallel dimensional worlds, with many rulers.

For example, the nine worlds of Norse mythology.

Among them, the Heim Underworld, where Hela is located, is regarded as "hell".

And Hades, the Olympian god of the underworld, the territory he rules is also "hell".

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

On the one hand, this old devil is more present.

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

On the other hand, the dimensional world dominated and controlled by the monarchs of hell is 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.

And the ones in the front are just extraditing the souls of the gods.

Just like if Thor dies, he will only fall into the underworld of Heim, and then sink into 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 complex games between dimensional demons, hell and heaven, and many gods. Even the most knowledgeable scholars are difficult to figure out for a while.

"What a horrible place."

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

Compared to the lower dimension, which is the venue for the second game, this place is even hotter.

The choking foehn wind that carried the smell of sulphur was suffocating.

"This is... hell."

Strange muttered.

The only thing that caught his eye was red.

The rocks, grass, the earth and the sky are all red, like an endless huge furnace.

Dark and illusory shadows spread across the cracked and hard ground, like ants lined up in a row.

That's a soul in hell!

"Mephisto... Salvation... St. Vincent's Covenant..."

Strange took a deep breath and said to himself.

His goal was to recapture the souls of the residents of the town of St. Verganza from the hands of the old devil, so that those people could be liberated and complete this rescue.

It sounded difficult, but it was the only effective solution Strange could come up with.

The magic floating cloak lifted its body and slowly passed through the air.

Although the heavy armor, which had been "minus" with a spell, still slowed his flight.

"Are you sure you can save my life from Mephisto's hands?"

Strange looked at Superman who was following up. 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 hell lord, a dimension demon who can wrestle with the supreme mage."

Luke didn't answer directly, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I thought that you left the small town of St. Vincent and took the initiative to go to hell, intending to prove to Emperor Weishan of your courage and determination to pay the price to save others."

"What? Want me to solve the problem?"

Strange coughed twice, looking embarrassed.

He is not an Asgardian, and he never asks where the enemy is, not how strong the enemy is.

Go to hell, face Mephisto, and take back the St. Vincent Pact.

The reason for Strange's risky decision was, of course, Superman.

Since his contractor can quickly pass the second game in 20 minutes, easily defeat the son of hell Wu Xinmo.

It might be a feasible plan to hold back that 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, had an amazing battle with Mephisto, and finally retreated with himself.

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

Strange asked sternly.

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

Luke asked back.

Strange pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.

It's a gamble.

He wants to make a deal with the legendary cunning, ruthless old devil, a negotiation that has never been done before.

"So, it doesn't matter whether I can block Mephisto. The key is whether you are fully prepared to be deceived by the devil, lose the bet, and have no mental preparation at all!"

Luke stared at the deep cloud like a raging red tide, and behind that, a pair of obscure eyes stared at him.

"I'm willing to accept the price of failure."

Strange said solemnly.

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

Luke smiled.

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

A deafening huge muffled sound broke out, as if the drums of war were beating, the horns were sounding, and a war was coming.

"Stephen Strange!"

"And your contractor!"

The gloomy voice sounded quietly, echoing in my heart.

"You want to get back the St. Vincent Deed?"

Strange slowed down, the magic floating cloak flying behind him.

He glanced at Luke with a calm face, and the panic in his heart suddenly subsided.

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

"That's right. Wise Lord of Hell, generous Lord Mephisto, I'm here to negotiate terms."

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

"Negotiate the conditions? Little Mage, what can you do to impress me? What bargaining chips do you have to allow me to sit at a negotiating table with you?"

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

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

Strange puffed out his chest and answered loudly.

"Lord Mephisto, as long as you give me the contract of St. Van Gonzalo, 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 Mage."

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

Luke on the side laughed dumbly. He actually saw the usual tricks of a liar on the next studio on Strange.

Selling one's soul to the devil, or angel, or other being, this is Constantine's specialty.

"The... soul of the Supreme Mage."

Mephisto stretched his tone, seeming to be a little moved.

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

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

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

The successor of the ancient one, the soul returns to hell.

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

"That's right! I want to buy a personal safety insurance from Lord Mephisto's insurance company, and after I die, the soul will belong to you - provided that Lord Mephisto, you will make a contract with St. Vanganza. pass 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, and no other means need to be taken.

"Tsk tsk, the guy from the Gu family has finally appeared an interesting guy."

The crimson clouds gathered and scattered, condensing into a devil face with horns on the forehead and ferocious features.

"That sounds like a good deal, and I've 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 your strength to protect yourself."

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

"You said, right?"

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

next moment!

The devil's face suddenly dissipated, turning into a pitch-black wave like locusts, surging in!

"It seems that your negotiations are 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 wryly, the devil really has no moral bottom line.

Use the clear grab first, but then sit back at the negotiating table.

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

Luke's tone was relaxed and he smiled slightly.

The mad tide of evil spirits that was pitch black like a dark cloud rolled over the red sky.

Like locusts crossing the border, devouring all living beings!

Just looking at it, I felt terrifying and my heart shook.

"The secret magician of Kama Taj is best at dealing with evil spirits and devils!"

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

Da da! Da da da!

The muzzle of the blue fire poured out a storm-like magic bullet.

Like a long scythe suddenly swung down, sweeping away the swarming rout.

"Hoggs' ancient body!"

"Ao Shutu's dense breath!"

"The Wisdom Eye of Agamotto!"

"..."

Strange is like a ruthless spellcasting machine, desperately squeezing the magic within him.

One after another high-level spells spewed out, like a ferocious artillery battery with full firepower, which was extremely effective in preventing the frenzied advancement of the evil spirit frenzy.

“Living soul! Delicious!”

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

He waved the fire whip in his hand, and with a "swoosh", he broke Strange's Ring of Raggardor.

"This is a big devil!"

Strange said nervously.

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

"Don't worry about it, move on!"

Luke finally showed the true level of a high-level mage. The super-level spells on the "Book of Weishan Emperor" were thrown out one by one as if they didn't need money.

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

"give it to you!"

Strange continuously blessed himself with "Hoggs' Ancient Body", and then crashed into the evil spirit frenzy under the full-speed flight of the magic floating cloak.

Those dark souls stretched out their claws and teeth, trying to swallow this delicious soul into their stomachs.

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

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

Running with four hooves, the demon creatures like centaurs raised their fire whips, and with a "pop", they slapped down.

"I don't have any hobbies for that."

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

...

...

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

Da da! Da da da!

The fire unicorn in the blue light spit out the magic bullet, sweeping away the many evil spirits blocking the front.

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

"Hold on a little longer!"

Strange gritted his teeth and moved forward!

Finally rushing out of the endless wave of evil spirits, Mephisto's huge body slammed into all eyes.

Hell dimension, there is no need for the old devil to use a human avatar.

Dressed in a robe of brimstone and flame, he stood on a huge throne with a terrifying stature like a mountain.

Black horns grew out of his forehead, like cast iron.

Especially in those eyes, the wild ambition burning like a flame, and the cunning and treacherous tricks and conspiracies are full of them.

Intimidating!

"Mage Strange."

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

"You have proved the worth of your courage, strength and soul, and Hell Insurance Company would love to tailor a policy for you."

Strange saw the old devil's right hand, holding a paper contract, in which the sound of the soul's wailing could be vaguely heard.

The Covenant of St. Vincent!

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

Whoa!

The paper suddenly spread out!

A huge text emerges clearly.

"Have you considered it? As long as you sign your name, then the contract of St. Vincent belongs to you."

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

The old devil let out a strange smile, as if mocking, as if delighted.

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

"I, think about it."

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

Passing the test, completing the salvation, and taking on the due responsibilities are the only things he needs to persevere at present.

Lack of strength, lack of wisdom, lack of means... Strange knows that he can reach 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 imprint his name, his soul breath.

However--

Boom!

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

Just behind Strange, a huge mushroom cloud slowly appeared.

Endless light and heat radiated in all directions.

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

"Who dropped a nuke into hell?"

This was the thought that popped into Strange's mind.