Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Mephisto sat on the crimson throne, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrests.

He became inexplicably excited, feeling that he had found the perfect opportunity for revenge.

In the battle on Earth, Peter used a technique called "Spirit Bomb" that nearly shattered his physical body.

After that battle, he had to retreat back into this pocket universe and spend a considerable amount of time repairing his soul.

But so what?

The "him" here is a completely different concept from the "him" on Earth.

One of the first demons formed from the pure evil energy that overflowed after the destruction of the previous universe.

Mephisto was not created by this universe.

Mephisto created this universe!

This pocket universe operates entirely based on his primordial energy, and its rules are defined by him alone.

Here, he is God.

Every inch of land, every mass of lava, and every wandering demon here is an extension of his will. To put it bluntly, he is omnipotent here!

Even Peter, without the "vitality" he could not destroy, could not do so.

As for the Phoenix Power within him... that thing is indeed a bit troublesome, but here, it can only injure him, and there is absolutely no way it can completely destroy him!

On the contrary, he himself, as long as he traps Peter, can wear him down little by little!

To put it simply, it boils down to one sentence—Mephisto couldn't believe how he could lose!

Thinking of this, Mephisto couldn't help but smile.

"A powerful soul delivered right to my doorstep..."

He muttered to himself, his red pupils reflecting a greedy light.

Peter's soul.

That was one of the most unusual souls he had ever seen.

If I can devour it, not only will the previous damage be instantly restored, but I might also gain even greater power.

By then, what would it matter if we invaded Earth again?

The entire universe will grovel at his feet.

Just as Mephisto was getting more and more excited, a huge flying slash blasted a huge hole in his blood-red palace.

Immediately afterwards, three figures passed through the gap and appeared in front of Mephisto.

Peter was in the lead.

A man and a woman followed behind him.

The man had blond hair and blue eyes, wielding a storm axe, and his body crackled with dazzling lightning.

Mephisto knew him; he was Odin's foolish son.

The woman was a new face, with black hair, wearing dark green armor, and exuding an aura that was similar to his yet different.

This is……

Mephisto, who had survived for billions of years, quickly reviewed the intelligence in his mind.

They quickly settled on a name—Hela.

Odin's eldest daughter... that's interesting. I didn't expect even this little girl to come.

This is like a delicious meal delivered right to your door.

If he could devour her power, he might be able to seamlessly invade Asgard!

Thinking of this, Mephisto immediately became smug:

"Human, I truly envy your naiveté and ignorance."

"You dare to challenge me in my universe with only two helpers? It seems you know nothing about the power of the Lord of the Underworld."

The moment he finished speaking, Mephisto's figure began to grow rapidly.

He shattered the palace's dome, sending large chunks of blood-red rock scattering and falling. The energy of the entire universe began to converge frantically.

The magma that was visible everywhere suddenly began to change direction, converging on Mephisto's body like rivers flowing into the sea.

The scorching lava covered his body, layer upon layer, causing his body to swell to a terrifying size in just a few seconds.

Ten meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters... over a thousand meters!

In the blink of an eye, Mephisto swelled into a giant a thousand meters tall.

He looked down at the three tiny figures at his feet, his deep voice shaking the ground:

"Let me see what else you can do now."

Seeing the changes in Morpheus, Peter and the other two below reacted in different ways.

Thor gripped Stormbreaker tightly, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Mephisto's power at this moment is indeed terrifying, but he is fearless in the face of revenge!

Unlike the tense Saul, Peter and Hela beside him looked relaxed, as if they were a tourist group visiting the region.

Peter glanced at Mephisto overhead, then turned to Hela beside him and asked:

"How would you rate it?"

Hela looked Mephisto up and down, and after a moment spoke with utmost seriousness:

"It is indeed an existence older than me, perhaps even older than the old man's old man."

"but……"

At this point, a smile appeared on Hela's lips:

"His mind doesn't seem to be working very well."

"However, his power is quite interesting; it would be very delicious to devour it."

Mephisto: ? ? ?

When I type a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem.

You, a mere Asgardian goddess of death, dare to act arrogantly in my pocket universe and even mock me for being mentally challenged? Who's the one who's gone mad here?

Thinking of this, Mephisto burst into laughter, just like Spike from Tom and Jerry.

He subconsciously picked at his ear, then looked down at Hela, his expression suddenly turning fierce:

"You want to devour me? How arrogant!"

As he spoke, he raised his giant hand, formed from magma, and slammed it down on the ground.

boom!

This is not as simple as a simple earthquake.

With his palm strike, the entire earth instantly shattered into pieces.

Countless rifts, each over a hundred meters wide, exploded beneath the three of them, spewing forth scalding magma from the bottomless fissures.

The moment the lava fountain appeared, the temperature in the pocket dimension instantly soared to an absurd level.

If the temperature used to be only fifty or sixty degrees Celsius, now it's at least two or three hundred degrees Celsius!

Thor's expression changed as he felt the heat wave hit him.

He could feel his skin burning, his blood heating up, and even his breath becoming scorching.

This feeling was even stronger than when fighting Surtur in Muspelheim.

Surtur is just a fire giant.

The magma here carries the deathly power of the underworld, and its scorching heat is not only burning his body but also eroding his soul.

It silently weakened the divine power of lightning within his body.

This is Mephisto's true strength on his own territory.

That's ridiculously strong!

Saul had to admit a painful truth.

If he came alone, he probably wouldn't have lasted even three seconds.

But he did not back down.

Thor gripped Stormbreaker tightly, unleashing his full power of lightning to form a barrier of light on his body, fiercely resisting the erosion of the lava and heat waves.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

But he refused to back down an inch.

In this war to avenge his father, he may not be the key figure in deciding the outcome, but at least he cannot be a useless burden.

Thinking this, Thor couldn't help but look at Peter and Hela beside him, wanting to see how they were doing.

When he turned his head, he found that the two people next to him were looking at him with very strange expressions.

That expression seemed to ask:

My foolish brother/brother-in-law, why do you insist on suffering even when there's no suffering to be had?