Superman

She raised her head and glanced upwards. Many people were paying close attention to the Supreme Mage Battle.

If possible, this Asgardian princess doesn't want to reveal her cards.

Compared to those competitors, Rocky's strength is not outstanding, at best it is of average level.

If you want to have the last laugh, you must ensure that you have enough chips in your hand.

"Ah, I'm afraid it won't work."

Thor didn't hide the fact that he wasn't durable enough.

He is not a mage, nor has he practiced meditation, and his mental strength is a weak link.

"I'm in this place, and I can't give full play to my strength."

Without the Storm Axe, Thor could only rely on the power of thunder from his soul, which was tantamount to being severely weakened.

"Heh, then what's your use?"

Loki's face turned cold in an instant, he couldn't be a teammate who hugged him as a thigh, they were all trash.

Facing a steady stream of thought maggots, guarding the magic furnace and preventing the beacon from going out, she thought she could do it too.

But if you can do it yourself, why do you need Sol?

and many more!

Loki rolled his eyes, revealing a sly look.

She looked at Sol, who was swaying thunder and shooting lightning, and seemed to think of something.

"Brother, I need you to hold on a little longer!"

hiss!

Sol, who was standing in front of Loki and tried his best to clear away the swarm, took a breath, his whole body seemed to be electrified, and his bones were half brittle.

He had never enjoyed this kind of treatment before. The beautiful younger sister, who was so charming and charming, called himself "brother" in a sweet voice, and he couldn't resist it.

"Loki, why are you suddenly?"

Sol stammered and said, his footsteps were a little fluttering.

"Is it strange? Or, brother, you don't like this look? It's not my intention to be so indifferent to you, actually"

Loki tried his best to imagine Sol's silly face as his mother Frigg with his gentle tone.

"I understand!"

Sol waved his hand and said seriously: "Loki, don't worry, I will let you pass the test successfully."

He felt full of strength all over his body, and his full spirit made his soul more solidified, bursting out an extremely dazzling thunder and lightning.

The blazing glow vaguely outlines the outline of an axe, which slowly appears.

Rumble!

Sol, like a god descending from the earth, rushed into the swarm of insects with a battle ax in hand.

The violent lightning blasted into the ground, sweeping out a large blank space.

"This is the dog licking oh no, is the potential of the sister-in-law?"

Luke, who stayed in the doorless bar and watched the live broadcast, was full of emotion.

Loki just said a few casual words, which made Thor, the God of Thor, full of energy.

This is completely the realistic version of generating electricity with love!

"That idiot can't be saved."

Rocket Raccoon commented.

From its point of view, Loki is an out-and-out bad woman, who only uses Sol, and kicks her away after squeezing out all the value.

But the latter is addicted to it and cannot extricate himself.

"Let's see what's going on with Strange."

Luke rubbed his hands, wondering if he would have a chance to appear in this entry match.

Logically speaking, Strange should be able to deal with those thought maggots.

"The name of Hogarth! The ancient body!"

"The name of Falatel! Enveloping air!"

"The name of Exalon! A touch of ice!"

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Strange popped out the names of dimensional demon gods one after another, and borrowed their power to cast one spell after another.

As I said before, he has no other specialties, except for his excellent memory.

Any magic book that has been read and spells that have been learned, as long as they are memorized and read once, they will be firmly imprinted in their heads.

In other words, Strange is a walking encyclopedia of magic and a ruthless spell-casting machine.

Pure white light enveloped the soul, protecting him.

The powerful white magic, like the firepower released by a fort, covered the surrounding space.

Those thought maggots that can eat thoughts and melt wills are instantly bombarded and turned into nothingness.

Just a moment later, they will reappear, rushing towards the direction of the magic furnace.

Strange's soul became weaker and thinner, he felt his body was hollowed out, and his unrestrained spellcasting consumed a lot of energy.

Simply put, the blue bar is almost empty.

"Do you want to summon Superman?"

Strange hesitated.

He felt a little overwhelmed, the number of thought maggots was too much, and the attack was too fierce.

Ordinary mages can't resist it at all.

In this level, I don't know how many participants will be eliminated.

"In the name of Cytorak! Blind and foolish!"

Strange gradually backed away, and the blazing magic furnace was already surrounded by swarms of insects.

He folded his hands together, and a circle of crimson light glowed from his soul.

The eyes suddenly became hollow, as if they had lost their color.

"This operation is wonderful!"

Luke has been watching from the sidelines with a smile on his lips.

He had planned to respond to the call and appeared on the stage in person.

Unexpectedly, Strange came up with a magical solution.

He used Cytorak's spell to close his mind and successfully turned himself into a fool.

In this way, you can avoid being affected by thought maggots and not being infringed on your spirit.

"But how can he prevent the beacon from going out?"

Rocket Raccoon picked his nostrils. He had no interest in the Supreme Mage Contest, but he was happy to be a gambling dog.

"Strange's popularity is very low, and he is not favored at all. If he can persist and not be eliminated, I can make a lot of money."

In any event, as long as there are wins, losses, and scores, there will be gambling games for opening bets.

What's more, Gao Tianzun is an old gambling dog who loves to gamble.

"Which ones are the most popular now?"

Luke asked curiously.

"Let's see, the number one favorite is the Witch Heart Demon? The son of the lord of hell Mephisto, the devil of hell also wants to be the supreme mage. This is really strange!"

Rocket Raccoon sneered, Weissandi was quite magnanimous without a flash of lightning striking him to death.

"Who can say for sure. Weishandi's opinion is very important, but the threshold set is also one of the criteria for judging."

Luke shrugged and said softly: "If the son of Mephisto, the lord of hell, can really make it to the end, then no one can say for sure."

There are many supreme mages in the parallel universe, not only Iron Man, but also Loki and Dr. Voodoo, they have all been there for a while.

If Emperor Weishan was in a good mood, he might let Wu Xinmo win the election if he could pass the test.

"No.2 is a hot chick named Liana Rasputin, nicknamed Secret. She is also from hell."

Rocket Raccoon is holding a thin and light notebook, talking about the popularity ranking on the forum.

"Doctor Voodoo, Loki, Mordo, Iker Casillas, I can't see Stephen Strange's name at all."

Luke shook his head and said with a smile: "It's really miserable. Little rabbit, believe me, if you put all of your little coffers to Stud Strange, you will definitely make money."

"You mean betting on him to qualify in all three games? How is this possible!"

Rocket doesn't believe it, and despite having Superman as a guarantee, he's a bit skeptical.

After all, no matter how powerful the contractor is, it also depends on the strength of the combatants themselves.

In case Strange is eliminated, Luke can't go on.

"I'm just a friendly reminder, I don't want you to miss an opportunity to make a fortune."

Luke curled his lips and said with a relaxed face.

"Okay, trust you once!"

Rocket Raccoon gritted his teeth and decided to gamble on the upset.

If you win, the villa is close to the sea, if you lose, it can only go to the sea by itself.

On this seemingly backward planet, it seems that many ignorant women like to show cute pets.

Strange, who was still in the game, had no idea that his companions were betting on the dogs.

He tried his best to stimulate the light of his soul.

The dazzling colors mixed with red and white overwhelmed the magic furnace in an instant.

Those screaming thought maggots squeezed over like crazy.

It's like a hungry ghost sees delicious food, and a color pie sees shitu.

The endless thought maggots engulfed Strange, as if to eat him.

"Really determined."

Luke outside the field clapped his hands, but he didn't show regret like everyone else.

"It's settled."

Chapter 253 Masters are like leeks, debts are uncles

"Steady? Why do I feel that he looks like he is about to die."

Rocket Raccoon stared at the image projected on the screen, and Strange fell to his knees, propping his body with his hands, with a pained expression on his face.

Those ferocious insects that surged in seemed to be stimulated.

Abandoning the brightly blazing magic furnace, and trying to squeeze into his brain like crazy.

Thought maggots are not entities, but creatures unique to the dream dimension.

They swarmed into Strange's soul.

He intends to eat the active thinking of the other party and melt the firm will.

Any mage faces such a dangerous situation.

I am afraid that there is no other way but to declare defeat and leave the arena.

After all, surrender can save a life.

If you continue to hold on, your entire soul will probably be eaten by thought maggots.