Superman

Death is the final destination of all living things, and people always have various bizarre, terrifying, or beautiful imaginations about those unknown places.

For example, the Italian poet Dante Alighieri.

His "Divine Comedy" depicts hell as a nine-level world that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, shaped like a funnel.

The further down you go, the more sinful the soul itself becomes.

In the Bible, hell has an everlasting fire that burns the souls of sinners.

Various religions have different records about this place.

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

In a widely spread and well-known concept, it is a place where souls suffer, mainly used to imprison and punish unjust people who have committed serious sins during their lifetime.

But in the Marvel Universe, hell is real.

It is composed of many overlapping and parallel dimensional worlds, and there are many rulers.

For example, the nine worlds of Norse mythology.

Among them, the underworld of Heim, where Hela is located, is considered "hell".

And Hades, the king of Hades in the Olympian pantheon, the territory he rules is also "hell".

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

On the one hand, this old devil has a relatively strong presence.

From time to time it will come out to bubble and jump a few times.

On the other hand, those dimensional worlds dominated and controlled by the kings of hell are 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 those at the front are just extraditing the souls of this pantheon.

Just like if Thor dies, he will only fall into the underworld of Helm, then sink to the bottom of the World Tree and return to the embrace of darkness.

Instead, it fell into the hands of Mephisto.

Anyway, different "hells" have different business scopes.

It involves dimensional demons, hell and heaven, and complex games among many divine systems. Even the most knowledgeable scholar would find it difficult to figure it out in a short while.

"What a terrible 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 much hotter.

The choking foehn wind carrying the smell of sulfur blew in our face, making us suffocate.

"This is... hell."

Strange murmured.

What caught his eyes was only red.

The rocks, vegetation, earth and sky are all red, like a huge endless furnace.

Dark and illusory shadows spread all over the cracked, hard ground, like ants lined up.

That is the soul that fell into hell!

"Mephisto...save...St. Fangansa Contract..."

Strange took a deep breath and said secretly.

His goal is to recapture the souls of the residents of the small town of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines from the hands of the old devil, so that those people can be liberated and complete this salvation.

It sounds extremely difficult, but this is the only effective method that Strange can come up with.

The magic floating cloak held up the body and slowly passed through the air.

Although the heavy armor had been "reduced" by spells, it still slowed down his flying speed.

"Are you sure you can save my life from Mephisto?"

Strange looked at Superman who was following him. The reason why he took such a risky move was mainly because he believed in the strong strength of the contractor.

"That old devil is a majestic lord of hell, a dimensional demon who can compete with the Supreme Mage."

Luke did not answer directly, but said with a smile on his face: "I thought you left the town of St. Fangansa and took the initiative to go to hell because you planned to prove your courage to Emperor Weishan and your determination to pay the price to save others."

"What? You want me to solve the problem?"

Strange coughed twice and looked embarrassed.

He is not an Asgardian. He always only asks where the enemy is, not how strong the enemy is.

Go to hell, face Mephisto, and regain the contract of St. Vincent.

What prompted Strange to make the risky decision was, of course, Superman.

Since his contractor was able to speed through the second game in twenty minutes, he easily defeated the Son of Hell, the Witch Heart Demon.

It might be a feasible plan to hold back that cunning old devil Mephisto and create opportunities for himself.

Strange is sober, and he has no extravagant expectations that Superman can be like the Sorcerer Supreme.

He broke into hell single-handedly, fought an amazing battle with Mephisto, and finally escaped with his whole body.

"Can you do it? Try to hold Mephisto back, or in other words, become my only and most powerful bargaining chip at the negotiation table."

Strange asked seriously.

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

Luke asked rhetorically.

Strange pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.

This is a gamble.

He wanted to make a deal with the legendary cunning and cold old devil and conduct an unprecedented negotiation.

"So, it doesn't matter whether I can stop Mephisto. The key is whether you are fully prepared to be deceived by the devil, lose the bet, and be left with nothing!"

Luke stared at the deep clouds like a raging red tide. Behind them, there was a pair of obscure eyes staring at him.

"I am willing to accept the price of failure."

Strange said in a deep voice.

"Then go ahead and do it. This is your test, Stephen."

Luke smiled.

The moment he finished speaking, there was thunder from the deep clouds.

A deafening and huge muffled sound erupted, as if war drums were beating and horns were blowing, and a big battle was about to begin.

"Stephen Strange!"

"And your contractor!"

A sad voice sounded quietly, echoing in my heart.

"Do you want to get back the St. Fangansa contract?"

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

He glanced at Luke, who looked calm, and the panic in his heart suddenly subsided.

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

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

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

"Negotiating terms? Little mage, what can you do to impress me? And what bargaining chips do you have to allow me to sit at the same negotiating table with you?"

Mephisto sneered, and the desolate wilderness and the empty sky suddenly shook, as if in response to his question.

"My soul! The soul of a Sorcerer Supreme!"

Strange puffed up his chest and answered loudly.

"Lord Mephisto, as long as you hand over the St. Fangansa contract to me, I will voluntarily give up my soul!"

"In this way, I have completed the test of Emperor Weishan and will take over the position of Supreme Mage."

"And you are equivalent to getting the soul of the Supreme Mage - isn't this weighty enough, not enough to impress you?"

Luke on the side burst into laughter. He actually saw in Strange the usual tricks of a con man on the set next door.

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

"The...soul of the Sorcerer Supreme."

Mephisto spoke in a long tone, seemingly a little moved.

He and Gu Yi have been fighting each other for so many years, but they have never defeated each other once.

Not long ago, I was severely beaten by that old bald man and lost a human incarnation.

If there is a chance to regain his position, Mephisto will naturally be happy.

The successor of the Ancient One, his soul returned to hell.

This is a complete humiliation for both Kama Taj and the three major sanctuaries.

"That's right! I want to buy a personal safety insurance from Lord Mephisto's insurance company. After my death, my soul will belong to you - provided that, Lord Mephisto, you have to spread the contract with St. Vincent

give it to me."

Strange struck while the iron was hot and added.

Among the plans he conceived, the smoothest progress would be if Mephisto agreed to the conditions and no other means would be necessary.

"Tsk tsk, among the guys from Gu Yi's sect, there is finally an interesting guy."

The crimson clouds gathered and drifted, condensing into a devilish face with horns on its forehead and ferocious features.

"This sounds like a good deal. I have never obtained the soul of the Supreme Mage. But -"

Mephisto's voice paused, and he smiled vividly, and then continued: "If you want to negotiate terms with a devil, you must first show the strength to protect yourself."

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

"You said that, right?"

Laughing wildly like thunder, shaking the sky!

next moment!

The devil's face suddenly dissipated and turned into a pitch-black wave like locusts, surging over!

"It seems that your negotiation is not going well, Stephen."

Luke teased.

If Mephisto is so easy to fool, then he won't be the most troublesome old devil in the hell dimension.

"Now how to do?"

Strange smiled bitterly, the devil really had no moral bottom line.

Use open grabs first, and then go back to the negotiation table if you can't grab them.

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

Luke spoke in a relaxed tone and smiled slightly.

A dark wave of evil spirits rolled across the red sky.

Like locusts crossing the border, devouring all living things!

Just looking at it made me feel horrified and shocked.

"Kama Taj's secret magician is best at dealing with evil spirits and devils!"

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

Ta da! Ta da da!

The muzzle of the gun with blue fire poured out a storm of magic-breaking bullets.

Like a long scythe, it suddenly swung down and wiped out the swarm of enemies.

"The ancient body of Hogs!"

"Oshutu's Enveloping Breath!"

"The wise eye of Agamotto!"

"..."

Strange is like a ruthless spell-casting machine, desperately squeezing the magic power out of his body.

High-level spells spurted out one after another, like ferocious turrets with full firepower, which extremely effectively stopped the mad advance of the evil spirits.

“Live soul! Delicious!”

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

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

"This is a big devil!"

Strange said nervously.

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

"Don't worry, just move on!"

Luke finally showed the true level of a high-level mage. The super-level spells in the "Book of Weishan Emperor" were thrown out one after another as if they were free.

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

"give it to you!"

Strange continued to bless himself with the "Ancient Body of Hogs", and then flew at full speed with the magic floating cloak and crashed into the wave of evil spirits.

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

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

"You are also...a human! A living...soul!"

Running on four hooves, the demonic creature resembled a man and a horse, raising a fire whip and whipping it down with a "snap" sound.

"I don't have any hobbies in this area."

Luke's eyes were slightly cold, and he closed his fingers and clenched them into fists.

…

…

Strange is like a fish swimming in the deep sea, struggling to swim through the turbulent whirlpool and undercurrent.

Ta da! Ta da da!

The blue-lighting fire unicorn spits out magic-busting bullets, clearing away the many evil spirits blocking the way.

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

"Hold on a little longer!"

Strange gritted his teeth and moved forward bravely!

Finally breaking out of the endless wave of evil spirits, Mephisto's huge body suddenly occupied all the sight.

In the hell dimension, there is no need for the old devil to use a human incarnation.

He was clothed in a robe made of brimstone and fire, with a terrifying mountain-like figure, standing on a huge throne.

Black horns sprouted from his forehead, as if cast from fine iron.

Especially those eyes, burning with ambition like fire, full of cunning and cunning plots.

Intimidating!

"Mage Strange."

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

"You have proven your courage, strength and soul value. Hell Insurance Company is willing to customize a policy for you."

Strange saw the old devil's right hand holding a paper contract, and he could vaguely hear the sound of the soul wailing in it.

Covenant of St. Vincent!

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

Wow!

The paper suddenly spread out!

Each large text emerged clearly.

"Have you considered it? As long as you sign your name, then the St. Fanganca Contract belongs to you."

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

The old devil laughed strangely, seeming to be mocking, yet also seeming to be happy.

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

"I've thought about it."

Strange's eyes were firm, and he would solve the problems he would face later.

Passing the test, completing the rescue, and shouldering his due responsibilities are the only things he has to persevere at the moment.

Lack of strength, lack of wisdom, lack of means... Strange knows that he can reach the final level only by relying on Superman.

Now, it's time for him to pay the price.

"Give my soul to..."

Strange borrowed the spell and prepared to imprint his name and his soul.

However--

Rumble!

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

Just behind Strange, a huge mushroom cloud slowly appeared.

Endless light and heat radiate in all directions.

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

"Who dropped a nuclear bomb on hell?"

This was the thought that came to Strange's mind.