Superman

Strange murmured.

All he saw was red.

The rocks, vegetation, the earth and the sky are all red, like a huge and endless melting pot.

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

Those are the souls in hell!

"Mephisto's Covenant to Save San Van Gonza"

Strange took a deep breath and said to himself.

His goal is to recapture the souls of the residents of San Van Gunza from the hands of the old devil, so that those people can be freed and complete this rescue.

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

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

Even though the weight of the heavy armor had been "subtracted" 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 up. The reason why he made such a risky move was mainly because he believed in the great strength of the contractor.

"That old devil is a majestic hell lord, a dimensional demon god who can wrestle with the supreme mage."

Luke didn't answer directly, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I thought you left the town of San Vangunza and went to Hell on your own initiative to prove your courage to Emperor Weissand and your determination to pay the price to save others."

"What? Want me to solve the problem?"

Strange coughed twice, looking embarrassed.

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

Travel to Hell, face Mephisto, and reclaim the San Vangonthal Pact.

The reason why Strange made the risky decision was, of course, Superman.

Since his contractor was able to speed through the second game in 10 minutes, he easily defeated the Son of Hell, Witch Heart Demon.

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

Strange was sober, he didn't expect Superman to be like the Supreme Sorcerer.

Break into hell single-handedly, have an amazing battle with Mephisto, and finally retreat with himself.

"Can you do it? Try to hold back Mephisto's footsteps, or in other words, become my only and most important bargaining chip at the negotiating table."

Strange asked seriously.

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

Luke asked back.

Strange pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.

It's a gamble.

He wants to make a deal with the fabled cunning, grim old devil, a never-before-seen negotiation.

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

Luke stared at the deep clouds like a raging red tide, and behind that, a pair of dark eyes stared at him.

"I'm willing to accept the price of failure."

Strange said in a deep voice.

"Then let it go. This is your test, Stephen."

Luke smiled.

The moment his voice fell, thunder came from the deep clouds.

A huge, deafening muffled sound erupted, as if a war drum was beating, a horn was sounding, and a big battle was coming.

"Stephen Strange!"

"And your contractor!"

A gloomy voice sounded quietly, echoing in my heart.

"You want to get back the St. Van Gonzal contract?"

Strange slowed down, and the magic floating cloak flew behind him.

He glanced at Luke with a calm face, and the panic in his heart suddenly subsided.

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

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

Strange was very polite, which was the necessary respect for the strong.

"Talking about terms? Little mage, what can you impress me? And what bargaining chip do you have that will allow me to sit at the negotiating table with you?"

Mephisto sneered, and the desolate wilderness and the empty sky suddenly vibrated, as if responding to his question.

"My soul! The soul of a supreme mage!"

Strange puffed out his chest and replied loudly.

"Your Excellency Mephisto, as long as you hand over the contract of Saint Van Gonzale to me, I will voluntarily give my soul!"

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

"As for you, it is equivalent to getting the soul of the supreme mage. Isn't this enough weight and not enough to impress you?"

Luke on the side couldn't help laughing. He actually saw Strange's tricks of a liar in the next studio.

Selling one's soul to the devil, or an angel, or whatever, was Constantine's forte.

"The soul of the supreme mage."

Mephisto pulls a long tone, seems to be a little moved.

He has been fighting with Gu Yi for so many years, and he has never won against him once.

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

If there is a chance to get back the field, Mephisto will naturally be happy.

The successor of the Ancient One, whose soul goes to hell.

This is a kind of humiliation, no matter for Kama Taj or the three sanctuaries.

"That's right! I want to buy a personal safety insurance from Mephisto's insurance company. After my death, my soul will belong to you. I."

Strange struck while the iron was hot, added.

Among the plans he conceived, the smoothest progress is that Mephisto agrees to the conditions, and there is no need to resort to other means.

"Tsk tsk, the guy under Gu Yi's sect, finally an interesting guy appeared."

The crimson clouds gathered and scattered, condensing into a devil's face with horns on his forehead and hideous features.

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

Mephisto's voice paused for a moment, showing a vivid smile, 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, why bother to pay extra."

"You said, right?"

Laughing wildly like thunder, shaking the sky!

next moment!

The devil's face suddenly dissipated, turning into a pitch-black wave like locusts, storming in!

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

Luke teased.

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

"what should I do now?"

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

First use it to grab it clearly, and then sit back at the negotiating table if you can't grab it.

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

Luke said with a relaxed tone and a slight smile.

A frenzy of evil spirits as black as dark clouds rolled across the crimson sky.

Like locusts crossing the border, devouring all living beings!

Just looking at it, I feel the momentum is terrifying and my heart is shocked.

"Kama Taj's mystic mage is best at dealing with evil spirits and devils!"

Strange nodded, and took out the AK47 Fire Unicorn that was finally ready for use.

Da da!Da da da!

From the muzzle of the blue flame, a storm of demon-breaking bullets poured out.

Like a long scythe swung down suddenly, wiped out the swarming rout.

"Hogarth's ancient body!"

"Oshutu's enveloping breath!"

"Agomoto's Eye of Wisdom!"

""

Strange was like a ruthless spell-casting machine, desperately squeezing the magic power in his body.

High-level spells spewed out one after another, like a ferocious turret with full firepower, which effectively stopped the frenzy of the evil spirits from advancing.

“Live soul! Delicious!”

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

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

"This is a big demon!"

Strange said nervously.

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

"Don't worry about it, just move on!"

Luke finally showed the true level of a high-level mage. The super-level spells in the Book of Weissandi seemed to be free of money, and they were thrown out one after another.

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

"give it to you!"

Strange kept blessing himself with "Hogarth's Ancient Body", and then, under the full speed of the magic floating cloak, crashed into the frenzy of evil spirits.

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

But with the solid protection of the magic resistance armor, they are unable to attack.

"You are human too! A living soul!"

Running on four hooves, the demonic creature like a centaur raised a fire whip, and lashed down with a "snap".

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

Luke's eyes were slightly cold, and his five fingers were closed into fists.

Strange is like a fish swimming in the deep sea, struggling to walk through the turbulent eddies and undercurrents.

Da da!Da da da!

The fire unicorn with blue light spewed demon-breaking bullets, sweeping away the many evil spirits blocking in front.

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

"Stay longer!"