I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 78 Johnny's Conversation with Doom

"Um?"

Doom paused slightly, subtly adjusting his body into a stance that facilitated both power generation and defense.

He keenly sensed that several figures, exuding a dark aura, had silently surrounded him in the dimly lit alley.

The chilling killing intent was almost tangible, seeping in from all directions.

His fingers, hidden beneath his sleeves, twitched slightly, and the magical runes already etched on the inside of his clothes and skin began to glow faintly, poised to unleash their power.

"Just when things were going too well, trouble struck—you really can't open the champagne halfway through the game."

Doom sneered inwardly, preparing to strike first.

Just then, a cold and menacing male voice suddenly rang out at the alley entrance, breaking the tense standoff:

"What do you intend to do to our intelligence officers?"

Johnny Blaze appeared silently, his gaze sharp as he swept over the black-clad ninjas who emerged from the shadows.

With his arrival, the suffocating, chilling atmosphere in the alleyway seemed to pause.

Doom felt a slight sense of relief, but his guard was not lifted; the real battle was probably just beginning.

"You go back first, leave this to me."

"Remember to hand over the collected information to Logan intact."

Johnny Blaze cracked his neck, his knuckles making a crisp sound, a long-suppressed excitement on his face.

He stretched his body, a rare occurrence, feeling the long-lost tension and relaxation in his muscles. During this time, he had been diligently cultivating his microcosm at the Vatican, and although his power was increasing day by day, he always felt that his body was about to rust.

He was never one to settle down, and now that a battle was being offered to him, how could he possibly pass up this opportunity to stretch his muscles?

Doom looked at the seemingly cynical man in front of him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Kid!"

"Once this incident is over, we can have a proper discussion about the topic of the soul—"

Johnny seemed to see through his thoughts and said without turning his head, his voice carrying a strange hoarseness. As soon as he finished speaking, Doom suddenly felt the temperature of the surrounding air rise sharply, as if he had jumped from a damp alley into the side of a furnace in an instant!

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted as he stared in disbelief at the figure in front of him. That familiar head had transformed into a burning skull in the blazing flames!

Hellfire surged and flowed over his body, outlining a ferocious yet sacred silhouette.

Doom was shocked. The scene before him was completely different from the holy and radiant Sanctuary. The pure and violent aura of hell was almost overwhelming.

However, he didn't waste any time and immediately turned around and left the alley.

Flames spread wildly from Johnny's feet, instantly illuminating the dark alley as bright as day!

The Hand Society ninjas, who had been hiding in the shadows and perfectly disguised themselves with the help of darkness, now had nowhere to hide and were exposed one by one to the leaping firelight.

"You are guilty!"

The iconic words were uttered from the burning skull, hoarse and full of an unquestionable sense of judgment.

In Johnny's judgmental eyes, each of these ninjas had their hands stained with the blood of innocents, their souls already blackened by sin, making them the best fuel for his crimes!

The ninjas in the shadows did not respond; silence was their best weapon.

Only the cold katana in his hand sliced ​​through the air with a sharp hiss, and countless cold lights, like venomous snakes, pierced towards the skull in the flames from all directions!

The battle erupted instantly!

Having cultivated his inner cosmos, Johnny is no longer the vengeful spirit who once fought solely on instinct, fueled by rage and hellfire.

His fighting skills and precise control of power are now many times stronger than before!

Johnny held his own against these battle-hardened, ruthless assassins.

His movements were as swift as lightning, and each swing of his fists, wreathed in flames, was accompanied by a deafening roar as they tore through the air, striking the ninja's katana with pinpoint accuracy, sending it flying or even melting it in two!

His strength, speed, reaction time, and all his physical attributes far surpass those of ordinary ninjas.

The battle did not last long.

Hellfire is an absolute, conceptually devastating force for mortals; once touched, it strikes straight at the soul. A piercing scream briefly rang out, only to be quickly drowned out by the crackling sound of the flames burning.

Several ninjas were reduced to charred remains in the hellfire, their souls completely annihilated by the pure flames, without even a chance to be transformed into Black Sky by the Hand's behind-the-scenes forces.

This time, the Hand suffered a real and irreparable loss of members.

When Doom returned to his hotel room with the documents, Johnny arrived almost immediately after him, with only about a minute's difference.

Johnny had reverted to his human form and was casually brushing non-existent dust off his leather jacket, as if he had just gone for a walk.

Doom stared at him, surprised that the battle had ended so quickly. This made him realize that the seemingly ordinary man before him possessed a hidden power far more terrifying than he had imagined.

The flames, imbued with the aura of hell and judgment, seemed to say, "Kid, are you free to talk now?"

Johnny leaned against the doorframe, looking at Doom. After observing him secretly for the past few days, he was fairly certain that Doom harbored no ill will towards the Sanctuary.

Doom nodded without hesitation. He was equally curious about Johnny and his connection to Hell.

Logan, who was standing nearby, just snorted while smoking his cigar and did not stop them.

He had also been observing Doom during this time and felt that the young man was a top choice in terms of talent and temperament, and was someone worth winning over.

The only problem was the obvious traces of dark magic on the other party, but he believed Ye Feng had the ability to solve this problem. He was already preparing to report the situation of Doom to the Sanctuary.

Johnny and Doom arrived at an empty conference room, one after the other.

Let me give you a formal introduction.

"Johnny Blaze, the Ghost Rider who made a contract with Mephisto. Currently, he is considered part of the Sanctuary's Saint Seiya Legion."

Johnny casually pulled out a chair, sat down, and extended his hand to Doom.

"Viktor von Dum,"

"The witch's son, currently a student at Imperial State University."

Doom shook his hand, his tone grave.

He couldn't help but press for more information.

"I'm curious, Mr. Johnny. As far as I know, those who make a pact with Mephisto eventually have their souls harvested by him. Could it be—he's already taken your soul? Or have you found a way to break free of the pact?"

This was his biggest concern. His mother, Cynthia, had her soul stolen by the demon Mephisto because she made a deal with him, and she was still suffering to this day.

He knew Mephisto's cunning and evil better than anyone else.

"No, that's not it."

"My soul is still in Mephisto's hands. However, due to His Holiness the Pope's intervention, the contract between me and Mephisto has been somewhat interfered with and suppressed."

"As long as I don't die, Mephisto can't easily use the power of the contract to torture me directly or forcibly take my soul. But this safety is temporary and conditional."

Johnny shook his head, a complex expression on his face.

Upon hearing this, the light that had just shone in Doom's eyes dimmed again, and he murmured, "So that's how it is. Even the Sanctuary can't directly confront Mephisto? Does that mean there's absolutely no hope for me to retrieve my mother's soul?"

His voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"You're going a bit too far, Doom."

"You may not fully understand Mephisto's true power. When he descends into the real world, he often uses only a projection of his power; his true form possesses power far beyond your imagination."

"He is an ancient demon god who existed since the beginning of the universe, one of the great lords of the Hell dimension, and his existence is almost a concept."

"Do you really believe that you, on your own, even with the dark magic you've studied, can wrest your mother's soul back from your grasp?"

Johnny looked at him, his tone becoming serious.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng, far away in the Holy Land Palace, was listening to Logan's report on the latest developments regarding Doom and the underworld through a special communication channel.

When he heard that Doom had taken the initiative to contact Saint Seiya and had communicated with Johnny, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"Doom—I didn't expect him to show up at this time," Ye Feng murmured to himself.

He had heard of this "God-King" and "Doctor Doom," who would be famous in countless Marvel parallel universes in the future.

Especially in the storyline where he stole power beyond the gods and created a completely new single universe, Doom's power almost reached the limit that mortals could imagine.

"It might not work out."

"Given this guy's potential and his ruthless drive, one day in the future, he might actually be able to snatch his mother's soul back from Mephisto using his own power."

Ye Feng smiled slightly and spoke to the other end of the communication.

Victor von Doom, a super genius with exceptional talent in both science and magic, who may even establish his own country, Latveria, in the future.

He played a pivotal role in countless major events.

If such a genius, who has not yet fully matured, is eager to save his mother, has not yet been disfigured by the experimental accident and driven to extremes, and has not yet completely broken with Reed Richards, could be recruited into the Sanctuary, it would undoubtedly be a great thing.

By winning over Doom, it was, in a way, equivalent to establishing a subtle connection with the Fantastic Four, which might be formed in the future, as well as the "Reed Council" and "Doom Council" that are spread throughout the multiverse.

"Tell Johnny to keep Doom calm."

"Once this mission in New York is completely over, bring him back to the Sanctuary. I will speak with him personally about Hell, about Mephisto, and—about the soul of his mother."

Ye Feng issued the order.

"I understand," Logan's voice came from the other end.