Superman

As early as billions of years ago, natural life gave birth to a group of ancient gods.

Sithorn is one of them.

The earth at that time was still in the primitive era.

There were no rules, and no intelligent civilization was born.

Those extremely powerful ancient gods followed the instinct of survival.

They began to kill each other and devour each other.

In the eyes of future generations, it was undoubtedly a bloody and barbaric dark age.

In order to end this situation, Gaia, the mother of the earth, combined with the god of life and gave birth to Atum, the god-eater.

As the son of two ancient gods, Atum was born as a heavenly father.

With his invincible devouring ability, he treated those demonized ancient gods as after-dinner snacks, eating them alive one by one.

Sensing that something was wrong, Sithorn, the god of the underworld, quickly joined forces with the snake god Seth to fight against the God-Eater Atum, but he was no match.

After several rounds of confrontation, Sithorn saw that the situation was not good and decisively sold Seth, the snake god who was leading the battle.

Quickly leave the earth and exile to other dimensional worlds.

The unlucky snake god Seth was lucky enough to save his life, but his vitality was severely damaged and he went to a wider multidimensional world alone.

This is the reason why the ancient gods gradually disappeared and disappeared.

Either they would be eaten clean by Atum the God-Eater.

Or choose to run away and get away.

Sithorn, who became the Dimension Demon God, still misses his hometown all the time and wants to return to Earth to make trouble.

But at that time, the Supreme Mage Agamotto came into being, and he was supported by two ancient gods behind him.

Not wanting to suffer another disastrous defeat, Sithorn secretly wrote a "Book of Darkness", harvesting the souls of the fallen while trying to extend his tentacles into the material world.

Juniors like Hell Lord Mephisto and the Dimension of the Dark Dimension have all borrowed Sithorn's power.

The god of black magic is quite generous and likes to "bless" others the most, and the rewards he asks for are not so harsh.

For example, Varna, the great wizard of Atlantis, summoned Sithorn, the god of the underworld, hoping to gain a long life of immortality.

The latter readily agreed and immediately turned Varna into a cold-blooded creature, a "vampire" that has now multiplied into a huge race.

The price is that this great wizard will forever suffer the curse of "bloodthirsty" and will be full of strong impulses for the blood of any living creature.

The Scarlet Witch, who will become the host of the power of Chaos in the future, is also the spokesperson chosen by Sithorne.

All in all, Sithorn is a powerful dimensional demon who likes to hide behind the scenes and do things secretly.

He always responds actively to the spellcaster's call, bestowing power and taking away souls.

"Success!"

The Black Queen panted rapidly, with a hint of joy on her face.

She is a well-known master of black magic. She has signed contracts with Dormammu in the dark dimension and Sithorn, the god of the underworld.

Because it can absorb fresh vitality and the souls of others.

Therefore, the Black Queen can always pass on the cost of casting spells, thus making herself unaffected.

Compared to other mages, his combat effectiveness is much higher.

"Are you sure that Sithorne's projection can deal with Superman?"

Mr. Omen raised his head and looked at the night sky.

His previous fight with Luke left a deep psychological shadow on him.

Just one punch or one kick completely destroyed Mr. Omen's self-confidence.

If Kang the Conqueror hadn't used phase space technology to move him to a safe place in time.

That foot stepped down hard enough to trample him into a puddle of bloody, sticky mud.

"Who do you think Sithorn is? He is the great Hades who controls chaos and is the ultimate source of dark magic."

The Black Queen, who gave up one-fifth of her life force, said in an awe-inspiring tone.

The cage created by the biological force field opened a gap with the arrival of Sithorn.

"The scent of chaos magic."

Luke frowned slightly, feeling a strange energy that distorted reality and tampered with matter.

As the narrow crack gradually expands, the surrounding space is like a broken mirror, reflecting magnificent colors.

Those brick wall rubbles floating in the air were inexplicably twisted into strange organisms with a fresh breath.

They are shaped like locusts, densely packed, like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The manic sound waves stimulated the eardrums, and a swarm of insects suddenly appeared, circling and flying, surrounding Superman and swallowing him up.

"Ah."

Luke sneered, and the biological force field opened again, forming a translucent protective shield.

His body flashed like a supersonic aircraft ejected, and he crashed directly into the black swarm of insects.

All of a sudden!

Airflow shoots out!

Make an amazing explosion!

The violent air waves were like sharp knives, cutting the incoming insects into pieces.

A large number of residual limbs fell like rain, and then turned into a pile of rubble and dead things.

"This small amount is not enough to stop me."

Luke's eyes narrowed slightly, glowing red.

Two high-temperature beams that evaporate flesh and blood, like sharp swords in the hands of gods, appear in the dark night sky.

Each wave will clear a large space.

"Sithorn...projection."

Seeing that the crack was still expanding, Luke's eyes were slightly cold.

The muscles all over his body were twisted into a ball, like twisted steel wires.

He closed his palms and punched out.

Rumble!

The air was directly blown.

The terrifying fist wind crushed the insect swarm into minced meat.

Like an atmospheric dragon raging rampantly, it dissipates the accumulated dark clouds.

The hazy night sky in half of Washington became much brighter as if the gauze had been removed.

Then, the force of that punch continued unabated, and it went straight into the crack.

"Who is it! Alarming... me!"

Click! Click!

After a moment, the space became like a fragile mirror.

Thick cracks opened up and intertwined into black spider webs.

"Such a young... Heavenly Father-level person is really rare."

A voice containing strange power suddenly came from the crack.

Bang!

The voice fell.

The vast night sky seemed to have been torn off a piece, and a huge face made of dark magic flames poked out.

"I smell the breath of the Supreme Mage on your body. Are you a follower of Emperor Weishan?"

The magic flames rolled and illuminated the night sky.

"Not yet."

Luke answered honestly.

The heavy coercion emanating from Sithorne was like a waterfall, impacting his spirit all the time.

With the psychic immunity of a magical superman and the terrifying aura of the Dimensional Demon God, Luke did not have any unbearable negative impact.

"How terrible! My spirit is going to be melted..."

The Black Queen standing underneath was shivering, her eyes feeling hollow.

She originally just summoned Sithorne's projection, but she didn't expect that Luke's punch would alert his true form and attract the big demon hiding in the dimensional world.

This is not good news.

As a spellcaster, the Black Queen cannot afford the huge expense of summoning a dimensional demon.

To put it simply, Selene's body is about to be hollowed out!

"Power is lost so quickly!"

The abundant magic power disappeared quickly like a flood that broke a bank.

The charming face of the Black Queen instantly turned pale.

The long black hair like a waterfall was like hay that encountered a spark, and was suddenly burned in half by the dark magic flames.

"I've lost half my life force!"

The Black Queen was so angry that she spat out a mouthful of blood and her head felt dizzy.

"The contract spell clearly says summoning a projection, so why did you get the real body here?"

Just when the Black Queen felt puzzled, Luke, standing in the night sky, said: "Sithorn, let's talk about the terms."