Superman

The latter readily agreed, and then turned Varner into a cold-blooded creature, which is now a "vampire" that has multiplied into a huge race.

The price is that this great wizard will always suffer from the curse of "bloodthirsty", full of strong urges for the blood of any creature.

And 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 positively to the call of the spellcaster, giving power and taking souls.

"Success!"

The Black Queen gasped for breath, with a hint of joy on her face.

She is a well-known master of black magic, and she has signed contracts with Dormammu of the Dark Dimension and Sithorn, the god of the underworld.

Because of its own ability to absorb fresh vitality, there are also the souls of others.

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

Compared with the combat effectiveness of other mages, it is more than a notch higher.

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

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

The previous confrontation with Luke left him with a deep psychological shadow.

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

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

That foot really stepped on it, enough to trample him into a bloody sticky mud.

"Who do you think Sithorne is? He is the great Hades who manipulates chaos, the ultimate source of dark magic."

The Black Queen, who gave away one-fifth of her vitality, said in an awe-inspiring tone.

With the arrival of Sithorn, the cage made by the biological force field cracked a gap.

"The breath of chaos magic."

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

As the long and narrow crack gradually expanded, the surrounding space was like a broken mirror, reflecting magnificent colors.

The rubble of brick walls floating in mid-air was inexplicably distorted into weird living organisms.

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 the swarm of insects that suddenly appeared circled and danced, surrounding and engulfing Superman.

"Ah."

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

His figure flashed, like a supersonic aircraft ejected, crashing directly into the black swarm of insects.

All of a sudden!

The airflow soared!

Make an amazing explosion!

The violent air waves were like sharp knives, cutting the rushing insects to pieces.

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

"This amount is not enough to stop me."

Luke's eyes narrowed slightly, and a crimson light burst out.

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

Every wave will clear a large space.

"Sithorn Projection."

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

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

With palms together, he punched.

Rumble!

The air was directly blasted.

The terrifying fist wind crushed the swarm into minced meat.

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

Half of the hazy night sky in Washington, as if the layer of gauze was torn off, it became much brighter.

After that, the momentum of that punch remained undiminished, and it blasted straight into the crack.

"Who is it! It's alarming me!"

Click!Click!

After a while, the space is like a fragile mirror.

Thick cracks burst open and intertwined into black cobwebs.

"Such a young heavenly father is really rare."

A voice containing strange power suddenly came from the crack.

Bang!

The voice fell.

The vast night sky seemed to be torn apart, and a huge face made of pitch-black magic flames poked out.

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

The magic flame rolled, illuminating the night sky brightly.

"Not yet."

Luke answered honestly.

The strong coercion emanating from Sithorn's body was like a waterfall cascading, impacting his spirit all the time.

With the spiritual immunity of the magical superman, the terrifying breath of the Dimensional Demon God did not cause any unbearable negative effects on Luke.

"Scary! My spirit is melting"

The Black Queen standing below trembled, her eyes showing a hollow feeling.

She originally only summoned Sithorn's projection, but she didn't expect that Luke's punch would startle the real body and attract the big phantom hiding in the dimensional world.

This is not good news.

As the black queen of spellcasters, she couldn't afford to summon a dimensional demon god.

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

"The power is draining so fast!"

The abundant magic power disappeared quickly like a flood breaking a bank.

The charming face of the Black Queen turned pale in an instant.

That waterfall-like long black hair, like dry grass that had encountered sparks, was suddenly burned in half by the pitch-black magic flame.

"I lost half of my vitality!"

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

"On the contract spell, it is clearly written to summon the projection, how did you get the real body?"

Just when the Black Queen was puzzled, Luke, who was standing in the night sky, said, "Sithorn, let's talk about the conditions."

Chapter 2? Become a spokesperson, the three ancient powers

"Negotiate conditions?"

There was a wave of fluctuations on the huge face made of pitch-black magic flames, and it seemed to let out a contemptuous laugh.

"Human beings, even though you have been promoted to the Heavenly Father level, at this level, being young often means being weak, lacking in experience and background."

Sithorn unscrupulously absorbs the magic power of the tool man Black Queen, and uses this power to break through the rules of the material world and prolong his stay.

That annoying guy, the Supreme Mage, used the three major space-time nodes to form a solid defensive front.

Every dimensional demon god who wants to break through the restrictions and come to the material world must be suppressed by the rules of this planet.

An earth-shattering, tyrannical strength that shatters the planet can't be used at all.

The stronger the Dimensional Demon God, the greater the pressure he will bear.

This is also the reason why Cytorak, Dormammu, and Sithorn rarely show up on Earth.

Who wants to carry a planet around without a problem, it's simply stressful.

"Really? As a Dimensional Demon God who has lived for billions of years, you seem to be unable to beat even the thousand-year-old supreme mage Agomuda."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up, turning on the mocking mode.

The strongest in the Marvel world don't pay attention to anything, the longer they live, the stronger they become.

Even big bosses like Dimensional Demon God, Five Great Gods, and Life Tribunal.

Often it is not losing to an existence older than oneself, but losing to the hands of the wall.

For example, Dormammu in the dark dimension.

Doctor Strange, who has just learned magic and has not yet graduated, uses a set of infinite monthly readings repeatedly, almost becoming a ruthless repeater.

Another example is Thanos, the director of the Universal Family Planning Commission on a certain timeline.

Strengthening the power of higher dimensions to the extent of punching the five gods and kicking the court of life, even the master of the universe has nothing to do with it.

So, this is a world where it is more ruthless than who cheats.

Fortunately, Luke thinks his cheating is far above others.

"Heh, human beings, it is not a wise choice to offend the dignity of a dimensional demon god."

Sithorn sneered.

The pitch-black magic flame swept out like a raging tide.

Luke didn't change his face. He had also studied in Karma Taj for a while.

He was not so afraid of Sithorn's black magic.

I saw him put his hands together, and the complicated formation disappeared in a flash.

The lines that sparkle with magical sparks are intertwined, embedded and bitten like gears, forming a complete structure.

In just one breath, the defensive spell "Seraphim Shield" was condensed.

boom!

The terrible magic flame that burned the body and spirit was firmly blocked!

"It's unwise to offend a dimensional demon god, but it's not in your chaotic dimension right now."

Luke didn't show any face at all, relying on the Seraphim Shield to block the attack, his body was like a solid reef standing in the middle of the river, without the slightest wavering.

Sithorn is the most powerful god of black magic in history. Almost all the fallen mages on the earth will learn the powerful spells handed down from the dark god book.

But it is a pity that any of his black magic has countermeasures in Kama Taj's Book of Visandi.

However, Luke himself happened to be a magic genius who got started in three days and graduated in five days, and who could memorize all the techniques of Emperor Weissand by heart.

"Sure enough, he is a follower of Emperor Weishan! What a disgusting fellow!"

Sithorn's huge face, trying hard to break free from the space rift.

Countless dense tentacles transformed from pitch-black flames were overwhelmingly grabbing towards Luke!

The shape of Aiken!