The next game gradually entered the fierce stage.

The main attraction is that each of the combatants shows their abilities to deal with the surging ideological maggots.

There aren't many mages who can successfully pass the test.

In the first two hours, the defeat was declared, and the number of surrenders and withdrawals was scattered.

After four hours, the vast majority of the participants were holding on to trying.

They extinguished the magic furnace one after another, crushed the road markers, and escaped from the dream dimension.

Those people were sensible and understood that it was not worth risking their lives to fight for a position with little hope.

Of course, there are a few more aggressive gamblers.

It is not until the thought maggots engulf it, eat the active mind, and turn the full soul into an empty shell that they realize regret.

By then, it was too late.

Five hours later, less than half of the original 42 participants remained.

Six hours are held to the fullest, until the second hand beats to the last stop.

The barrier in the magic crucible shattered, turning into a teleportation portal with pulling power.

Enveloping the exhausted, or sleek combatants, it takes them out of the dream dimension in an instant.

It's over.

In the end, sixteen participants passed the test.

Strange is one of them.

"How much did you earn?"

Instead of rushing to congratulate him, Luke looked at the Rocket Raccoon, who was dancing and screaming excitedly.

"I can buy a brand new spaceship! Got rich overnight, I love this battle for hegemony to death! ”

The rocket raccoon jumped onto the table, writhing like an epileptic with convulsions.

A thrilling gambling game, this is undoubtedly a favorite of betting dogs.

Especially when they are winners.

The exhilaration, unparalleled.

Strange himself is a little minion that no one pays attention to, and being able to make it out of the entrance tournament and qualify for the next game is something that many people didn't expect.

Rocket Raccoon's wave of studs has been richly rewarded.

"Do you need me to give you half of it?"

This guy is very knowledgeable and offers to share.

Although that fluffy little face was full of reluctant flesh pain.

"Forget it, I don't need it."

Luke waved his hand, and when he returned to Universe 1024, the credit currency jointly issued by the three major empires of the galaxy would not be of much use.

Besides, when the time comes, you can find someone else to gather wool.

Superman prefers to do it himself rather than get something for nothing.

Ten minutes later, Strange came to the Doorless Bar after resting.

It became their temporary stronghold, and the old bartender Monak had no opinion, but was happy to welcome it, as long as he remembered to pay the bills for his drink.

"Stay away from me."

Before Strange could walk in, he was met with a unanimous boycott from Luke and Rocket Raccoon.

In his soul, there are many maggots of undigested thoughts.

This results in a rotting smell of flesh, like not taking a shower for months, and eating canned herring every day, making people want to stay away.

"I finally won with difficulty, and you didn't mean to congratulate, but showed disgust......"

Strange was hurt, but he couldn't wait to share the joy.

"We've seen your courage and means through live broadcasts."

Luke covered his nose and pulled the seat a little farther away.

"The next game is in three days, will you be able to recover?"

For the sake of making money, the Rocket Raccoons' attitude towards Strange is much better than before.

"Barely possible."

Strange wasn't sure, and the painful stomach perforation began to torment him due to overcasting in the dream dimension.

Not to mention the beer handed over by the Rocket Raccoon, take a sip of water, or even move a few times, and there will be a clear and sharp pain in the abdomen like a knife cutting fire.

"In the second game, just let me shoot."

Luke smiled.

The king plays the silver game on behalf of the king, will it still overturn?

The group stayed at the bar and chatted, and it wasn't long before Loki and Thor walked in the door.

When the latter saw Luke and the others, he didn't take the initiative to come over, but followed his sister to sit on the edge of the bar.

"Heavy color and light friends!"

Rocket Raccoon is indignant, and it can't figure out why Thor is so obsessed with a bad woman.

"Like Quill, whenever a female creature is present, his attention is completely drawn to it."

Luke didn't care about this little thing, and Loki clearly had some secrets hidden from Thor.

Otherwise, why would the dignified Princess Asgardian participate in the Supreme Mage Battle?

"I always feel that the plot will enter the stage of rampage, and through a small thing, it will lead to greater trouble."

Luke had a gut instinct, perhaps a Paternal sensitivity to danger.

"However, the only one who can threaten me in this universe is probably the Ancient One, Odin...... I'm not an elementary school student in an island country, I'm a humanoid disaster generator, and wherever I go, the crisis follows. ”

He didn't believe that he would be so unlucky, but he just bumped into the start of some big event.

"Eh, isn't that little girl the second favorite in the Supreme Mage Battle?"

Just as Luke was thinking about how to avoid more trouble, Rocket Raccoon nudged him on the shoulder.

Following the other party's line of sight, two long legs wrapped in thin black silk were the first to come into view.

Continuing up, there are tight leather pants and a flat waist and abdomen exposed. 17

This is followed by an eye-catching arc.

"Myster, Liana Rasputin."

Luke raised an eyebrow and called out the other man's name.

The secret guest standing in the doorway seemed to hear it.

The long hair swayed slightly, looking this way.

"Wow, do you see? She walked over to me. ”

Strange, who was also concerned, said in a low voice.

As one of the combatants, he should have taken it for granted that the other side had come to find him.

"Save it, what girl would talk to a guy who smells?"

Rocket Raccoon rolls his eyes and ruthlessly punctures Strange's beautiful fantasies.

Indeed, after the secret man walked over, he subconsciously frowned slightly, avoiding the smelling Strange and walking around to Luke.

"Can I give you a drink?"

The secret man sniffled, curiosity in his eyes.

She was originally a mutant, the younger sister of Colossus.

At the age of six, he was kidnapped by the monster Velasco and taken to the Frontier of Hell, a strange space close to the dimension of Hell.

There the secret learns the dark arts and becomes a young witch.

Like the Black Queen Selene, she not only possesses great magical powers, but also unlocks the talent of mutants.

It can perform group teleportation itself, but the accuracy needs to be improved.

Moreover, it can be demonized, and when wearing magic armor, it will grow horns, hooves, tails, and scales, while greatly improving magic resistance and physical fitness.

In addition to this, Myke also has an exclusive soul blade that has a lethal effect on magical creatures.

With her talent and ability to learn, she took down the monsters that had taken her captive to the borders of hell and ruled the area.

Considering all these factors, it's not uncommon for Myke to become a popular player in the Supreme Mage Battle.

"Who can refuse the kindness of a beautiful lady? If I could, I'd like to have a martini. ”

Luke leaned back in his seat, and he could faintly smell the smell of sulfur and magma.

As you can guess, the other party has just come from the border of hell.

"Okay."

The secret guest turned away on his long legs, and after a moment came over with two glasses of wine.

"You're a mage?"

She asked.

"Sort of."

Luke took a sip, and the spicy taste of the martini went straight to his throat, which lifted his spirits.

"It doesn't look like Kama Taj came out, and although you're strong, you're not that old-fashioned and serious."

The secret knot leaned against the wall, taking on a wonderful curve.

As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Luke's arm, and her provocative attitude was self-evident.

"I'm a wild mage."

Luke explained.

He had been to Kama Taj, had been to the library, and had read the Book of the Visan Emperor.

However, as long as you have not signed a contract, you are not considered a follower of Emperor Weishan.

"Rare species! There aren't many wild mages now, most of them are relatively weak, they don't have a source of strength, and they can't even enter the temple of magic. ”

The secret seemed more interested, and took the initiative to lean over.

The warm and soft delicate body was about to squeeze into Luke's arms.

This scene almost made Strange stark out of his eyes.

"Hiss" gasped for air, and he felt his abdomen hurt even more.

Back then, Strange was also a wanderer, witty and charming.

But now, those energetic, youthful and beautiful girls don't even look at him.

It's really embarrassing.

"What's the matter? I don't think the queen of Hell's Frontier will just meet me and throw her arms on me. ”

Luke looked calm and unmoved.

"I think you're a good person to talk to."

The secret licked his tongue, as if he had come across some delicious snack.

"Do you mean the spiritual level, or do you mean ...... On a physical level? ”

Luke was a little surprised, is the atmosphere at the borders of hell so open?

After less than twenty minutes of meeting, you started to think about in-depth communication?

"You can try the latter, try the former first."

After drinking the glass, the secret guest pulled out a room card out of nowhere and gently shoved it into Luke's pocket.

"If you have time, you might as well come to my room and talk about it in detail."

She blinked, like a light cloud, coming and going.

"That...... Teacher! I want to learn this! ”

Strange was dumbfounded, and before he could figure out what was going on, it was all over.

I don't know how Superman does it, but it's much more effective than magic.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to be away for a few hours."

Luke pinched the keycard, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Then he straightened his clothes, and Shi Shiran got up.

Whatever the purpose of the secret is, and whether there are traps or not.

What he does best is eat the sugarcoat and shoot the cannonballs.