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Chapter 223 Mephisto's Plot

During her escape, Wanda's heart pounded, and every step she took teetered on the edge of life and death. She traversed the ruins, with Banner and the Khorne Legion hot on her heels, and the air thick with the stench of blood and the tension of the moment.

Just as she was about to exhaust her last bit of strength and prepare to face her inevitable fate, a deep, dark crack suddenly appeared in front of her, emanating a chilling aura, as if connecting to another world. Wanda's heart skipped a beat; this was her only chance of survival!

Without hesitation, she leaped into the crevice. Her body was instantly engulfed by a powerful force, and the surrounding scenery began to distort and deform. Time and space seemed to lose their meaning at that moment. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a dark and mysterious space, surrounded by raging flames and twisted souls, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and despair.

"Welcome to my territory, messenger of the Plague Lord." A deep, magnetic voice echoed in the empty space; it was Mephisto, the Lord of Hell.

Wanda looked up sharply and saw a figure clad in black robes and wearing a crown, with eyes like burning flames, slowly emerging from the shadows. Mephisto, the overlord who ruled the depths of hell, was scrutinizing her with the eyes of someone eyeing prey.

"Who are you? Why did you save me?" Wanda asked warily, though she was filled with fear, she tried to remain calm and look for a chance to escape.

Mephisto's lips curled into a playful smile: "I am Mephisto, the lord of Hell. I saved you because I saw your potential and your thirst for power. Wanda, you possess the ability to control plague and darkness, a talent extremely precious in Hell."

Wanda's heart skipped a beat. She knew that a deal with Mephisto always came with huge risks, but at this moment she had no other choice.

"What do you want?" Wanda asked tentatively.

"What do I want? Of course, it's to break free from the control of that god-king!"

Mephisto cursed angrily, pointing at the golden headband on his head, his eyes filled with indescribable resentment.

Because of this golden headband, He, the Lord of Hell, became a slave, a slave to be driven at will!

"Therefore, I wish to ally with the Plague Lord behind you, in order to help me break free from this golden shackle!"

As Wanda listened to Mephisto's anger and pleas, a complex mix of emotions surged within her. She realized that this was not just a possible chance to escape, but a chance to overturn her destiny. However, allying with the Lord of Hell was undoubtedly like playing with fire; a single misstep could lead to utter destruction.

"Mephisto, although I possess the ability to control plague and darkness, I am merely a fugitive. How can I possibly help you, the powerful Lord of Hell?" Wanda asked tentatively, trying to ascertain his true intentions and capabilities.

Mephisto's eyes gleamed with cunning as he slowly approached Wanda, whispering, "Wanda, your power far exceeds your imagination. And I, as the lord of Hell, possess countless ancient spells and forbidden knowledge. I can teach you how to deepen your abilities, even unlock the unknown power hidden within you. But all of this is conditional on you becoming my agent on Earth, assisting me in forging an alliance with the Lord of Plague, and together we will fight against the god-king who binds me."

Wanda remained silent for a moment, her heart torn between life and death and the unknown risks. Finally, she took a deep breath and made her decision: "Fine, I'm willing to help you. But you must promise that once you're free from the golden headband, you must let me go and never hunt me down again."

Mephisto's lips curled into a satisfied smile. He extended a withered hand, palm up: "Deal. Now, let me bestow upon you your first gift—the power of hellfire. This will be your first step in combating external threats."

As Mephisto finished speaking, Wanda felt a surge of intense heat and cold energy flow into her body. Her eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and she was surrounded by faint black flames—hellfire, flames capable of burning all matter and soul.

"Very well, Wanda. Now, I will guide you into the realm of the Plague Lord for our alliance ceremony. Remember, this is not only my salvation, but also the ultimate test of your own power." After Mephisto finished speaking, his figure began to blur, and the surrounding scenery distorted. Wanda felt a dizzying sensation, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in a realm filled with corruption and death, the territory of the Plague Lord.

Wanda followed Mephisto into a completely new world, one unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the surrounding landscape seemed shrouded in an invisible fog of death. Everything appeared deathly still, yet brimming with an unknown vitality.

The Plague Lord's realm is a twisted and complex space that transcends Wanda's entire understanding of the real world. The land here is black, as if eroded by an endless plague, while huge, strangely shaped chunks of rotting flesh float in the sky, sometimes coalescing, sometimes dispersing, as if they possess their own consciousness.

Wanda followed closely behind Morpheus, her eyes shining with determination. Despite the fear of the unknown, she knew this was her only chance to escape the pursuit and gain power.

Mephisto stopped and turned around, looking intently at Wanda with his fiery eyes: "Wanda, this is the territory of the Plague Lord, and the place where you will be tested. Remember, the Plague Lord is the absolute ruler of this realm, and His will is the law here."

Wanda nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

"What should we do next?"

"What should I do? You are the messenger of the Plague Lord, and you dare ask me what to do?"

Mephisto laughed heartily.

Mephisto's laughter echoed through the empty, twisted territory of the Plague Lord, tinged with a mixture of mockery and anticipation. He slowly approached Wanda, his fiery eyes seeming to pierce the deepest secrets of the human heart.

"Wanda, as the messenger of the Plague Lord, you will face an unprecedented test. This test will not only verify your strength but also temper your will and determination. Remember, only by truly understanding the nature of the plague and darkness can you stand firm in this realm and become a powerful ally of me and the Plague Lord behind me in our fight against the God-King."

Upon hearing this, Wanda felt a surge of inexplicable excitement and nervousness. She knew that at this moment, she had to demonstrate all her courage and wisdom to seize this opportunity that could change her destiny.

Mephisto stretched out his hand and waved it gently. A dark light shot out from his palm, transforming into a portal to an unknown realm. He gestured for Wanda to follow him inside.

Wanda took a deep breath and took a firm step. Passing through the portal, she found herself in an even more bizarre and terrifying space. It was filled with twisted illusions and wailing spirits, the air thick with a suffocating stench and an atmosphere of despair.

"Wanda, this is the testing ground of the Plague Lord." Mephisto's voice rang in Wanda's ears, carrying a hint of barely perceptible awe. "Here, you will face your inner fears and desires. Only by overcoming them can you gain the true approval of the Plague Lord."

Wanda nodded, clenching her fists tightly, trying to remain calm and resolute. She knew that at this moment, she had to rely on her own strength and wisdom to get through this trial.

Guided by Mephisto, Wanda began traversing this training ground. She encountered all sorts of challenges and trials, sometimes battling monsters from illusions, sometimes struggling with her own inner fears and desires. Each challenge left her exhausted, but each victory made her more resolute and stronger.

During her trials, Wanda gradually came to understand the true nature of the plague and darkness. She discovered that these seemingly terrifying and evil forces were actually just part of the natural laws of the universe. They were neither absolutely good nor absolutely bad, but rather depended on the user's will and purpose.

Finally, after enduring the most difficult and brutal test, Wanda stood in the center of the trial grounds. She felt as if her body and soul had been reshaped, as if she had been reborn.

Just then, a dark light descended from the sky, transforming into a gigantic figure—the true form of the Plague Lord. He looked at Wanda with a scrutinizing and testing gaze, as if trying to discern the deepest secrets of her heart.

Wanda met the Plague Lord's gaze without fear. With her unwavering eyes and strong will, she proved her worth and determination to him.

Finally, the Lord of Plague slowly nodded, and His voice rang in Wanda's ears: "Wanda, you have passed my test. You not only possess the ability to control plague and darkness, but also a steadfast will and an indomitable spirit. I acknowledge you as my messenger and bestow upon you even greater power and wisdom."

As the words of the Plague Lord faded, Wanda felt an unprecedented power surge into her body. Her eyes shone with a green light, the mark and blessing of the Plague Lord. She felt as if she had merged with this realm, becoming the true ruler of plague and darkness.

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Mephisto watched Wanda's transformation, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He knew that from this moment on, Wanda was no longer the weak fugitive. She had become a warrior of great strength and wisdom, an ally capable of fighting alongside him against the God-King.

"Wanda, congratulations on passing the test. Now, let's join hands and write our own legend!" Mephisto reached out and shook hands firmly with Wanda. At that moment, they seemed to have already... "Mephisto, I am grateful for the strength and wisdom you have given me, but in my heart, there is still an unresolved hatred." Wanda's voice was firm and resolute. She raised her head and looked directly into Mephisto's eyes. "Banner, the guy who hunted me down, he killed my brother. I must avenge him."

Upon hearing this, Mephisto's lips curled into a playful smile. He knew the hatred and anger in Wanda's heart, and he understood that if this power could be guided correctly, it would become a powerful weapon for them to fight against the God-King.

"Wanda, I feel your hatred and anger. But remember, revenge is not the goal, but a stepping stone on our path. You can use this power, but don't let hatred blind you." Mephisto's words were full of wisdom and admonition.

Wanda nodded; she understood Mephisto's meaning. But the hatred and anger in her heart burned like a raging fire, impossible to quell. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

"Mephisto, you're right. But for me, revenge isn't just about satisfying personal desires; it's about proving my power, about ensuring that I, and my brother, receive the respect we deserve, both in heaven and in hell." Wanda's voice held a firm and resolute tone.

Mephisto looked at Wanda, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Alright, Wanda, now that you've made up your mind, I will fully support you. I will use my strength and wisdom to help you find Banner and create a perfect opportunity for your revenge." Mephisto's words were full of confidence and determination.

Wanda nodded gratefully, knowing that with Mephisto's help, her path to revenge would be much smoother.

But she also knew that revenge was no easy task, and she had to be fully prepared to ensure that her strike would be successful.

Led by Mephisto, Wanda and the Lord of Hell left the Plague Lord's domain. As they returned to Mephisto's dark and mysterious hellish space, the surrounding scenery distorted and warped once more, and time and space seemed to lose their meaning. Wanda followed closely behind Mephisto, her heart filled with both a thirst for revenge and trepidation about the unknown future.

"Wanda, remember, every step from here on is crucial. The path of revenge is fraught with thorns and traps, but as long as you remain calm and resolute, nothing can stop you." Mephisto's voice echoed in the empty space, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Wanda nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to channel the hatred and anger within her into motivation. She knew she wasn't just doing this for herself, but also for her brother's honor and dignity; she had to succeed.

Guided by Mephisto, they arrived at an ancient library filled with magic and forbidden knowledge. It housed the most precious texts and secrets of Hell, and Mephisto told Wanda that this would be the place where she would learn and master even greater powers.

"Wanda, here are the magical tomes and knowledge I have collected over the years. Here you will learn how to deepen your abilities, how to use the power of plague and darkness for your own purposes. But remember, power is a double-edged sword; you must learn how to wield it, not be wielded by it." Mephisto's words were full of admonition and expectation.

Wanda looked at the books and magic circle before her, her eyes sparkling with longing and curiosity.

She knew this would be a fresh start, and she had to seize the opportunity to become stronger.

(End of this chapter)