Death is the final destination of all living things, and people will always have all kinds of bizarre, terrifying, or beautiful imaginations about those unknowable places.

Take, for example, the Italian poet Dante Alighelli.

In his Divine Comedy, Hell is depicted as a nine-tiered world that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, resembling a funnel.

The further down you go, the deeper the sins of the soul itself.

In the Bible, hell has an unquenchable fire that burns the souls of sinners.

Records of this place vary from religion to religion.

In fact, the concept of hell first appeared in religious texts.

It is a widespread and well-known concept of the soul suffering, mainly used to imprison and punish the unrighteous who have sinned deeply in life.

But in the Marvel Universe, hell is real.

It is made up of many overlapping, parallel dimensional worlds, and there are many rulers.

For example, the nine worlds of Norse mythology.

Among them, Hela's Heim underworld is considered "hell".

And Hades, the Hades of the Olympian god lineage, the territory he ruled, is also "hell".

Of course, the most well-known is Mephisto's "hell".

On the one hand, this old devil has a more existential presence.

Every now and then, it will come out and bubble and bounce a few times.

On the other hand, those dimensional worlds that are ruled and controlled by the Great Lords of Hell are the opposite of Heaven.

They are like two large corporations with overlapping businesses, harvesting most of the human souls on the planet through various means.

And the first few are just the souls of this god system.

Just like Thor if he dies, he will only fall into the Underworld of Haim, and then sink to the bottom of the World Tree, returning to the bosom of darkness.

Instead, it fell into the hands of Mephisto.

Anyway, different "hells" have different business scopes.

It involves a complex game between the Dimensional Demon God, Hell and Heaven, and many god systems, and it will be difficult for even the most knowledgeable scholars to figure it out for a while.

"It's a terrible place."

Strange opens the teleportation portal and arrives in the hell where Mephisto is.

Compared to the lower dimension, which was the venue for the second game, it was even hotter.

The choking foehn with the smell of sulfur was blowing in my face, and it was almost suffocating.

"That's what it is...... Hell. ”

Strange muttered.

All that caught his eye was red.

The rocks, the grass, the earth and the sky are all red, like a huge melting pot with no bounds.

Pitch-black and illusory shadows spread across the cracked, hard ground, like ants lined up.

That's the soul that fell into hell!

Mephisto ...... Save...... The ...... of the Covenant of St. Van Gonza

Strange took a deep breath and said to himself.

His goal is to regain the souls of the inhabitants of St. Van Gonza from the old devil, so that those people can be freed and complete this salvation.

It sounds like a lot of work, but it's the only way Strange can come up with a valid solution.

The cloak of Demon Float lifted its body and slowly swept through the air.

Even though the heavy armor had been "minus" by spells, it still slowed down his flight.

"Are you sure you'll save my life from Mephisto?"

Strange looked at Superman who was following him, and the main reason why he made such a risky move was because he believed in the strength of the contractor.

"That old devil is a dignified 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 that you left the town of St. Van Gonza and took the initiative to go to hell, intending to prove to Emperor Vishan your courage and determination to pay the price you are willing to pay to save others. ”

"What? Want me to solve the problem? ”

Strange coughed twice, looking embarrassed.

He was not an Asgardian, and he never asked only where the enemy was, not how strong he was.

Travel to Hell, confront Mephisto, and reclaim the Covenant of St. Van Gonza.

What prompted Strange to make the decision to take the risk, of course, was Superman.

Since his contractor can speed the second game in twenty minutes, he can easily defeat the Son of Hell, the Witch Heart.

That dragging down Mephisto's cunning old devil and creating opportunities for himself may be a viable plan.

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

Single-handedly into Hell, he fights Mephisto in a thrilling battle, and finally walks away with his own body.

"Can you do it? Try to hold Mephisto back, or rather, be my only and most weighty bargaining chip at the negotiating table. ”

Strange asked.

"I said no, will you give up and turn back?"

Luke asked rhetorically.

Strange pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.

It's a gamble.

He wants to make a deal with the legendary cunning and ruthless old devil and have a negotiation that has never been done before.

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

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

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

Strange said in a deep voice.

"Then let it go. It's your test, Stephen. ”

Luke smiled.

The moment his words fell, thunder rang from the deep clouds.

A deafening loud muffled sound erupted, as if the drums of war were beating, the trumpets were blowing, and a great battle was coming.

"Stephen Strange!"

"And your contractor!"

The gloomy voice sounded quietly, echoing in my heart.

"You want to get back the St. Van Gonza Contract?"

Strange slowed down, and the Cloak of Devil's Float flew behind him.

He glanced at Luke, who was calm, and the panic in his heart suddenly subsided.

It's like a gambler who has no confidence and holds the only chip.

"That's right. Wise Lord of Hell, generous Lord Mephisto, I am here to negotiate terms. ”

Strange behaved politely, which was necessary to respect the strong.

"Negotiate conditions? Little mage, what do you have that impresses me? And what leverage do you have to sit me at the same table as you? ”

Mephisto sneered, and the desolate wilderness, the empty sky, shook as if in response 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 give me the Covenant of St. Van Gonza, I will give my soul willingly!"

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

"And you, it's equivalent to getting the soul of the Supreme Mage—isn't that weighty enough, not enough to impress you?"

Luke on the side laughed dumbly, he actually saw the usual methods of a certain liar on the set next door in Strange's body.

Selling one's soul to the devil, or to an angel, or to other beings, is Konstantin's specialty.

"Supreme Master's ...... Soul. ”

Mephistopheles spoke in a long tone, as if he was a little moved.

He has been fighting with Gu Yi for so many years, and he has not won against each other once.

Not long ago, he was beaten violently by the old bald head and lost a human incarnation.

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

The successor of the ancient one, the soul goes to hell.

This is a humiliation for both Kama Taj and the three sanctuaries.

"That's right! I would like to purchase a personal safety insurance policy from Lord Mephisto's insurance company, and when I die, my soul will be yours - provided that Lord Mephisto gives me the St. Van Gonza deed. ”

Strange struck while the iron was hot, added.

The smoothest progress of the plan he envisaged was that Mephisto agreed to the conditions and did not have to resort to other means.

"Tsk, the guy under the ancient sect, there's finally an interesting guy appearing."

The crimson clouds gathered and drifted, condensing into a devilish face with horns on the forehead and hideous features.

"That sounds like a good deal, I've never gotten the soul of a Supreme Mage. But—"

Mephisto's voice paused, a rather vivid smile, and then continued: "If you want to negotiate terms with a devil, you must first show the strength to protect yourself. ”

"Mage Strange, you're already in hell, and I have countless ways to get your soul, so why bother paying for it."

"You say, right?"

Laughing like muffled thunder, causing a sensation in the sky!

The next moment!

The face of the devil suddenly dissipated, turning into a black wave like a locust, surging at us!

"Looks like your negotiations aren't 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 now?"

Strange smiled wryly, the devil really didn't have any moral bottom line.

Use the bright grab first, and then sit back at the negotiating table if you can't grab it.

"Prove to Mephisto that your soul isn't that easy to get your hands on."

Luke said in a relaxed tone and smiled slightly.

The frenzy of evil spirits, which was as black as a dark cloud, swept through the crimson sky.

Like a locust that crosses the border and devours all living things!

Just looking at it, I felt the momentum terrifying, and my heart was shaken.

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

Strange nodded, and pulled out the AK47-Fire Kirin that finally came in handy.

Dada! Da-da-da-da!

The muzzle of the blue fire rains down a storm of demon-breaking bullets.

It was like a long scythe that slammed down, sweeping away the swarm.

"Hoggs's Ancient Body!"

"Aoshutu's Breath!"

"Agamotto's Wisdom Eye!"

“……”

Strange is like a relentless spell-casting machine, desperately squeezing the magic in his body.

One high-level spell after another erupted, like a ferocious turret with full firepower, extremely effective in stopping the frantic advance of the evil spirits.

"A living 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", broke Strange's Ring of Raggador.

"It's a big demon!"

Strange said nervously.

As a Kama Taj trainee who had not yet graduated, he had never faced such an enemy.

"You don't have to worry about it, keep going!"

Luke finally showed the true level of a high-level mage, and the super-level spells on the Book of Emperor Weishan were thrown out one after another as if they didn't want money.

The chaotic and violent magic of the Hell dimension seemed so tame in his hands.

"Over to you!"

Strange blessed himself with the "Ancient Body of Hoggs", and then crashed into the Evil Spirits frenzy under the full speed of the Cloak of Magic Float.

Those pitch-black souls stretched out their claws and bared their teeth, trying to swallow this delicious soul into their stomachs.

But with the sturdy protection of the Magic Resistance Armor, they have no way to do it.

"You too...... Mankind! Fresh ...... Soul! ”

Running on all fours, the demonic creature like a man and a horse raised a fire whip, and with a "snap", it whipped down.

"I don't have a hobby about that."

Luke's eyes were slightly cold, and his five fingers were folded, clenched into a fist.

……

……

Strange is like a fish swimming in the deep sea, struggling to navigate the turbulent whirlpool undercurrent.

Dada! Da-da-da-da!

The blue glowing fiery unicorn spits out demon-breaking bullets, sweeping away the many evil spirits that stand in its way.

The demon resistance armor was mottled with traces, as if it was about to be scrapped.

"Hold on a little longer!"

Strange gritted his teeth and forged ahead!

Finally rushing out of the endless demon frenzy, Mephisto's huge body suddenly occupied all the sight.

In the dimension of hell, there is no need for the old devil to use a human avatar.

Clad in robes of brimstone and fire, he stood on a great throne in a terrifying form like a mountain.

His forehead was filled with black horns, as if cast of fine iron.

Especially those eyes, full of ambition that burned like flames, and cunning and treacherous tricks and intrigues.

It's daunting!

"Mage Strange."

Mephisto called out the other man's name, a smile on his crimson face.

"You have proven the worth of your courage, strength and soul, and Hell Insurance is happy to tailor a policy for you."

Strange saw the old devil's right hand and held a paper contract, in which the voice of the soul wailing could be faintly heard.

The Pact of St. Van Gonza!

And on his left hand, another paper contract appeared out of thin air.

Whoa!

The paper is suddenly spreading!

Huge words emerge clearly.

"Have you thought about it? As long as you sign your name, then the contract of St. Van Gonza belongs to you. ”

"And your soul, the soul of the future Supreme Mage, belongs to me!"

The old devil laughed strangely, as if mocking, as if with pleasure.

He can't wait to see Strange make his choice!

"I've thought about it."

Strange has a firm look in his eyes, and the problems to be faced later, he will solve them later.

Passing the test, completing the salvation, and taking the responsibility are the only things he has to keep going for now.

Lack of strength, lack of wisdom, lack of means...... Strange knows that he can make it to the last hurdle, relying entirely on Superman.

Now, it's time for him to pay the price.

"My soul, give it to ......"

Strange borrowed the spell, ready to imprint his name, his soul breath.

And yet—

Thundered!

A furious roar suddenly rose and spread throughout the hellish world.

Behind Strange, a large mushroom cloud slowly appeared.

Endless light and heat radiate in all directions.

The terrifying energy annihilates all matter, not to mention evil spirits and demons, and even dust will shatter and turn into tiny particles.

"Who dropped a nuclear bomb on hell?"

It was the thought that crossed Strange's mind.