Superman

The triple halo hanging behind his head is like a crown made of gold.

Suddenly, it condensed into substance and shone brightly.

This is the proof of being a legend!

"For the glory of the Supreme."

Strange bowed his head and muttered silently, then walked into another passage.

Shocking thick cracks burst out of the barren land, like terrible scars.

The scorching high temperature evaporated the moisture in the combatants' bodies and baked their skins.

The pungent sulfur smell, like a large cloud of rising yellow smoke, filled every place.

"here is"

"hell."

The first time Strange entered the arena, he summoned Superman to escort him.

Then, maybe a psychological effect.

He felt a tickle in his throat and was thirsty.

The skin becomes extremely dry, and the surge of magic power tends to be disordered.

"The supreme mage of hell put the second game in hell!?"

Hearing Luke's answer, Strange was very surprised, and subconsciously held the headshot wand in his hand.

It seemed that he was worried that a few ferocious demons would jump out of a certain corner and tear himself to pieces.

"That's right. If I'm not mistaken, this is the lower level of hell."

Luke looked up at the sky, and the thick red clouds covered everything, covering everything, casting huge shadows.

On the horizon in the distance, there are endless black mountains, like a huge monster crawling on the ground.

The vegetation, rocks, and even the reptiles that occasionally pass by are like fuzzy smoke, constantly twisting and changing.

All in all, this is a desolate wasteland full of weirdness.

"Hell, lower level."

Strange finally reacted.

He is also a walking encyclopedia, knowing a little bit about every dimension.

Hell and heaven are the most perfect and unshakable two among the many dimensions.

The former is even more hostile to Karma Taj and the Three Sanctuaries.

"The place where the gang of hell lords and lords released the souls of sinners?"

Strange said in a low voice.

There was a hint of solemnity on the serious face.

Hell is a broad concept.

It does not refer to a single dimension, but a vast space formed by the overlapping of many worlds.

For example, the border of hell ruled by the secret guest is the part closest to the material world.

The so-called "lower layer" is the place where the hell world is farthest from reality.

The souls that fall and are exiled here can never be freed.

"Then we have to be careful."

Strange put on the heavy armor neatly on his hands and feet, protecting himself tightly.

His body was forged by specialized craftsmen in the Sanctuary of New York,

All of them are smelted with high magic resistance materials, combined with special craftsmanship, and engraved rune circuits.

Even if you stand still and let a high-ranking mage bombard it vigorously, it will not be able to break the defense for a while.

"I mentioned in the book before that the lower level of hell is very dangerous. For a long time, the souls of those suffering have been wandering here, unable to escape."

Strange transformed into a mobile fortress wearing heavy armor and holding a shield.

Apart from not being fast enough to move, there are no other flaws.

"They have long lost their memories of life, and they are irrationally fighting and devouring each other, gradually merging into a new soul."

Strange's voice was low, and he didn't want to think too much about the cruelty.

"Then, the new soul continues the process"

Luke raised his eyebrows, interrupted the other party's explanation, and whispered: "Someone is here."

"It's an object that was delivered to the door."

Chapter 259 Reloading Mage, Five Fee Pieces

"It feels so good to be back in hell."

A handsome young man with a pale complexion opened his hands and said intoxicatedly.

He took a deep breath, like a serious smog fan, showing a satisfied look.

The black windbreaker fluttered and rippled.

For other combatants, the barren and harsh living environment in the lower layers of hell is simply unbearable.

But in his eyes, it was so ordinary, as if he had already gotten used to it.

It's like coming home.

Those terrifying evil spirits that wander here in groups, full of ferocious aura.

Those scorching, throat-itching sulfur fumes.

The chaotic magic that is full of impurities and difficult to absorb

It doesn't seem to have any effect, but it is pleasant.

"Hell I thought it would be a good hunt."

The handsome young man walked forward, and those reptiles hiding in the shadows in the corner shrank and trembled, as if they were afraid.

This uninvited guest doesn't look like a weak soul who was exiled and reduced to this place.

The opponent exuded a natural coercion, like a predator occupying the top of the food chain.

That familiar aura makes people shy away and dare not provoke it.

Heir of the Great Lord of Hell, what are you doing here?

After layers of fighting, the stronger evil spirits speculated.

When they are weak, they are "beasts" who lose their minds and have no thinking.

But as he eats one thin soul after another and absorbs those complicated memories, he will become more cunning.

"There is something ahead."

Before the handsome young man had time to say a few words of emotion, the beacon he was holding started to heat up.

According to the rules of the game, whenever a competitor who is in a competitive relationship with each other is close, both sides will issue a warning.

You can choose to fight.

You can also choose to run away.

"Whoever it is, he's unlucky to have met me."

The handsome young man left his feet off the ground, a corner of his black windbreaker lifted.

Behind him, a pair of pitch-black wings grew.

His pale skin, which looked like it hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, was now somewhat transparent.

The dark blood vessels are all over and intertwined, making it look particularly terrifying.

Swish!

Every time he flapped his wings, the handsome young man charged a huge distance like a flash.

It didn't take long for him to find the target.

"Really unguarded."

Flying in the air, with the cover of dense clouds, the handsome young man did not reveal his whereabouts.

He stared at the cumbersome figure below, a little speechless.

What is that guy doing?

What came into view was a black dot.

Looking at it with extreme eyesight, it looks like a big steel can.

Is Iron Man also coming to participate in the battle of supremacy?

But Tony Stark wouldn't wear such bulky armor, would he?

A series of question marks popped out of his head.

"Stephen Strange, a mage."

It took a long time for the handsome young man to confirm the identity of the other party.

Although he knew his competitors specifically, it took him a long time to remember them.

No way, who called Strange too mediocre.

The performance in the first introductory game was not brilliant, and it was not impressive.

It is more to rely on tricks to muddle through.

On the contrary, Sol and Rocky, this brother and sister combination, with the appearance of beautiful and macho, gained a wave of popularity and became popular players.

"How long has it been since I tasted the mage's soul of Karma Taj?"

A gleam of evil light flashed in the handsome young man's eyes, like a hungry person seeing abundant food.

The pitch-black demon wings vibrated violently and rushed downward.

Swish!

The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.

A palm covered with hard scales, like a cast of black iron, grabbed Strange's solid heavy armor.

The handsome young man is very confident. After being semi-demonized, his skin is strong enough to withstand armor-piercing bullets, and his strength can penetrate steel.

Boom!

Click!

"Fake!"

The smile on the handsome young man's face didn't last long before it froze.

Then, it turned into a twisted and hideous creature that felt severe pain.

The muscles were bulging, and the strong arm covered with scales seemed to hit an indestructible wall of copper and iron.

Suddenly bent into an astonishing arc, the white bone stubble was exposed, and dark brown blood flowed out, like oil, viscous and scorching hot.

When it landed on the ground, "chichi" smoke came out.

"what happened?"

Strange backed away again and again, almost falling over.

He didn't even notice the danger coming, and he was directly attacked by a wave of fatal attacks.

"Witch Heart Demon!"

Through a crack in the steel helmet, Strange saw the handsome young man, and couldn't help taking a step back.

That's right.