"It's nice to be back in hell."

A handsome young man with a pale face spread his hands and said intoxicatedly.

He took a deep breath, like a heavy smog lover, and looked contented.

The black trench coat fluttered and rippled.

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

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

It's like coming home.

Those hordes of terrible evil spirits that wander here, full of ferocity.

The scorching, foul-smelling, throat-tickling sulphur fumes.

Those chaotic magics that are full of impurities and difficult to absorb......

It seems that there is no impact, but it is pleasant.

"Hell...... I think it's going to be a fun hunt. ”

The handsome young man walked forward, and the reptilian creatures hiding in the shadows of the corners cowered and trembled, as if they were afraid.

This uninvited guest doesn't look like a weak soul who has been exiled and fallen here.

The other party exudes a natural coercion, like a predator at the top of the food chain.

The familiar atmosphere makes people shy away and dare not provoke.

Son of the Lord of Hell, what are you doing here?

After layers of fighting, the powerful evil spirits speculated.

When they are weak, they are "beasts" who have lost their minds and have no mind.

But as you eat one thin soul after another, absorbing those complex memories, you will become more cunning.

"There's a ...... ahead Prey. ”

Before the handsome young man could sigh a few words, the road sign he held began to heat up.

According to the rules of the game, every time you come close to a competitor who is in competition with each other, both sides will issue a warning.

Battles can be chosen.

You can also choose ...... Escape.

"Whoever it was, he was unlucky because he met me."

The handsome young man lifted his feet off the ground, and the black trench coat lifted a corner.

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

It used to look like pale skin that hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, but now it's a little transparent.

The dark veins are intertwined, which is particularly terrifying.

Swish!

Every time he flapped his wings, the handsome young man seemed to flash, rushing out of an extremely long distance.

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

"It's really unguarded."

Flying in mid-air, with the help of dense clouds as a cover, the handsome young man did not reveal his tracks.

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

What is that guy doing?

What came into view was a black dot.

With his eyes, he looked like a big steel can.

Iron Man is also coming to participate in the battle for supremacy?

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

A series of question marks popped up from the head.

"Stephen Strange, a mage."

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

Although he knew his competitors specifically, he still struggled to remember them for a long time.

No way, who called Strange too mediocre.

The performance in the first entrance game was not impressive and could not be impressive.

It's more about relying on tricks to get by.

On the contrary, Thor and Loki, the brother and sister combination, the beauty + macho style, brushed a wave of popularity and became popular players.

"How long has it been since I've tasted Kama Taj's mage soul?"

A hint of evil gleam flashed in the eyes of the handsome young man, like a hungry man who sees abundant food.

The demon's wings, which were as black as ink, shook violently and swooped downward.

Swish!

The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.

A palm covered in hard scales, like a cast of black iron, grabbed at Strange's sturdy heavy armor.

The handsome young man was very confident, and after being semi-demonized, his skin was strong enough to withstand armor-piercing bullets, and his strength was even more powerful to pierce through steel.

Boom!

Click!

"Fack!"

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

Then, it turned into a twisted hideous that felt excruciating pain.

The muscular, scaly, strong arm seemed to hit an impregnable copper wall.

Suddenly bent into an astonishing arc, Bai Sensen's bone stubble was exposed, and dark brown blood flowed out, like oil, sticky and scorching.

Falling to the ground, "snorting" smoke came out.

"What happened?"

Strange retreated, almost stumbling.

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

"Witchheart!"

Through a slit in the steel helmet, Strange couldn't help but take a step back when he saw the handsome young man.

That's right.

This guy who attacked him.

He is the heir of the Hell Lord, and the number one favorite in the Supreme Mage Battle.

Witch Heart!

"I'm too unlucky."

Strange said with a headache.

The least favored little transparent encounters the most popular big hits.

This is like an unknown football player, facing off against Zidane and Messi.

Except for the one-sided crushing ending, I can't think of any more possibilities.

I don't know, can that Superman be trusted?

……

……

"The poor fellow!"

"It's really interesting!"

"The strongest, meet the weakest...... Do you still need to think about it? ”

"Kama Taj's hapless mage, and there are still people betting on him to win all three of them? I'm afraid I'm going to lose if it's not my underwear! ”

“……”

There was a lot of talk in the doorless bar, and those who watched the live broadcast were expecting a brutal torture without suspense.

Witchheart, son of hell, descendant of the old devil Mephisto.

A guy like him can't have the slightest kindness or weakness in his heart.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, torment the enemy, play with the opponent, and finally take it away with the body and soul.

That's what the devil does!

With the addition of Kama Taj, there is no rule that the opponent's life must not be mutilated.

Therefore, most people believe that with the devil's bad temperament, he will never miss the opportunity to humiliate the Three Sanctuaries and anger the Supreme Mage.

In front of them, execute and kill an occult mage.

"Mephisto would love to see it!"

"yes!"

"If you can lure the old devil and the Supreme Mage out...... That's even more interesting! ”

The guests in the doorless bar are a group of people who eat melons, and they have always held the idea of watching the excitement and not being afraid of big things.

I wish the hellish world could fight with Kama Taj, the more intense the better.

Of course, the premise is that it does not affect your own safety.

"Shouldn't I want to lose all my money, go bankrupt, and go to the sea to pay off my debts?"

The rocket raccoon sitting on the table was a little worried.

It stared at the live broadcast screen, and its head was full of the terrible scene of being wanted by Gao Tianzun and being caught as a pet on Saka Star.

"Oh, no, what about that guy Luke? This should be his chance to play! ”

According to Earth's wargame of chess, Strange is just a cheap pawn.

It doesn't do much other than increase bonds.

But Superman is different, he is a glittering three-star five-fee chess piece, and he can change the situation of the battle!

……

……

"I say, aren't you a mage?"

The witch heart demon asked expressionlessly while straightening his bones.

He had never seen a mage put on such an impossibly strong piece of armor.

Not only does it engrave spell circuits, but it also adds magic resistance and is immune to physical damage.

The rebound attack against the creatures of Hell has a critical hit effect.

"Where's your wand? Why carry a shield? ”

"Where's your robe? Why wear heavy armor? ”

“……”

The witch-hearted demon was furious, and asked angrily.

If it was another arcane mage, he would have died under his own raid.

And Strange's magic resistance equipment, which does not fit the positioning, makes him a little nowhere to start for a while.

"Nobody says mages can't wear armor, right?"

Strange said angrily.

He gripped his shield in both hands, guarding against a ferocious attack that could come at any moment.

"And, as it has just proven, it works."

When Strange replied, he didn't forget to mock.

In terms of hatred, he is on par with Iron Man Tony Stark.

"Really?"

Sure enough, the Witch Heart Demon felt offended, and the black trench coat hunted, and a miserable cold wind lingered around him.

"Mage Strange, then I'll let you know that shrinking into a turtle's shell will only make you die worse!"