The eight candidates for the Supreme Mage Championship have been in the small town of St. Van Gonza for two weeks.

Each of them took action and began to carry out what they considered to be "salvation."

Loki, the princess of Asgard, the god of mischief and trickery, takes her silly old brother and finds the mayor first.

"What? Is there gold buried beneath the ground in the town of St. Van Gonza? ”

The mayor met the two strangers in his office and learned a surprising news.

"That's right."

Loki lifted his tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose and said solemnly.

She was dressed in a black lace top hat and a pair of riding boots at her feet.

A half-turtleneck white shirt and suit trousers look particularly capable and heroic.

Of course, it is also very in line with the image of a female scholar she designed.

"We are geologists at the Royal Academy, and after careful investigation and repeated confirmation, we believe that there is a huge gold deposit buried under the ground of the town."

Seeing the suspicion on the mayor's face, Loki spoke in a firm tone, and took out a stack of drawings from the satchel hanging from his waist, which traced the terrain and landforms near the town.

If you want to be trusted, you have to behave like a professional.

Loki thinks that her impersonation is fine.

The mayor's distrust must have come from Thor.

He was more of a bodyguard than a geologist.

"Look, Mr. Mayor, here it is, and here, where undiscovered and mined gold is buried."

Loki pointed to two places and said in a low voice.

"I've explored the composition of the rocks in this vicinity and dated them. It is preliminarily determined that a rich gold mine is located beneath St. Van Gonza. ”

She said excitedly as she danced with her hands.

The expectant eyes and excited tone constitute superb acting skills.

Thor, who was almost standing on the sidelines, began to wonder if there was really a gold mine, waiting for the townspeople to mine it.

"And what do you want to do?"

Without any suspense, the mayor was impressed.

There was indeed a gold rush in the western region, which has attracted an endless stream of adventurers for nearly a hundred years.

With dreams of making a fortune, they traveled long distances by train to this desolate land.

At that time, everyone said that the west was full of gold.

They are bare in the riverbed, and they can be found in big, large chunks of gold by simply digging up.

However, in fact, not many people in the mighty gold rush brigade made a fortune from this.

The first pot of gold was actually made by the merchants who served the gold diggers.

"We can provide professional advice, mining methods, and some machinery and equipment."

Loki behaved shrewdly, making a condition: "But I need a lot of workers to do the digging." ”

"That's fine. However, how should the salary be settled? ”

The mayor touched his beard.

He already believed in the two strangers in front of him.

Although the gold rush in the western region has long passed, people's yearning for gold and their desire to get rich overnight have never cooled.

Underneath the town of St. Van Gonza, there is an undiscoverable gold mine waiting to be mined.

Well, that's good news for all.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say."

Loki smiled slightly, as if he had already thought about it.

"The reason why I found Mr. Mayor is that I hope you can lean in this area and reach a cooperation."

"The remuneration of the workers is a big expense, I have to buy mining equipment, and I have to hire a professional team, which will inevitably consume a lot of money in the early stage."

The mayor frowned slightly, understood what Loki meant, and asked uncertainly, "You mean, I will pay for the workers......"

"That's right. This is considered to be a shareholding, and for every ounce of gold mined in the future, one-third of it, Mr. Mayor, will be you. ”

Loki said slowly.

Mr. Mayor hesitated, thought about it for a while, and finally nodded vigorously.

Westerners have always been irresistible to the temptation of gold.

"St. Van Gonza has no gold."

Walking out of the mayor's office, Thor scratched his head and said.

He wondered why Loki bothered to weave a lie, and that would help him pass the test in any way?

"I know. But people crave gold. ”

Loki put his hands behind his back, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "The townspeople of St. Van Gonza, they sold their souls to the devil and became degenerates. ”

"So, every night, the violence, the greed, the desire to kill, drives everyone to commit the evil act of the beast."

"The exam question set by Emperor Weishan is 'Salvation'. But what is salvation? ”

"Let them be redeemed and ascend to the kingdom of heaven?"

"It can't be. Fallen people who turn their backs on God will not be forgiven. ”

"A lot of wealth, a good life, a bright future...... These are the things that people aspire to. ”

"Isn't it a salvation for me to give the people of St. Vangonza a goal and make them fantasize?"

The princess of Asgard smiled slyly, and the day and night of St. Van Gonza were two sides of the same coin.

She believes that if there is a way to calm the townspeople during the day, they can be saved at night.

"Dreams are the most satisfying."

Loki muttered softly, mixed emotions hidden in his eyes.

"But they come to their senses."

Thor said hesitantly.

Loki, who was walking in front, raised his chin and said proudly, "Don't forget, I'm a master illusionist. ”

……

……

"The dark dimension is a place of peace of mind, but also a place of eternal immortality. There is no concept of time, much less death. ”

Casillas was like a pious preacher, handwriting leaflets and his mouth kept talking.

In the beginning, the inhabitants of the town of St. Van Gonza rejected, ridiculed, and despised this pagan.

But in the next few days, Casillas showed an unusual side.

He was like an ascetic who never ate.

After five or six days, not a drop of water came in.

He is still full of energy and has a ruddy complexion.

In addition to distributing leaflets and announcing doctrines every day.

It's to sit at the entrance of the town and meditate.

Curiosity began to grow, and they approached Casillas and asked what the Dark Dimension and Dormammu were.

"Dormammu is the ruler of the dark dimension, and his followers will have eternal life when they return to the embrace of darkness."

Casillas said seriously.

He spread his hands, and a bright, warm light slowly emerged.

Seeing such a miraculous sight, the townspeople began to know more about it, and some of them became believers.

In this way, Protestantism emerged in St. Van Gonza.

Every day, Casillas prayed and preached with a growing number of believers.

From the initial three, three, two, and two, to the later momentum, it only took more than a week.

"You learned that in Kama Taj?"

Mordo stopped Casillas, who was about to become the head of the religion, and asked in a cold voice.

Behind his head, the triple aura was bright and dazzling.

The mighty momentum of the legendary mage rises up.

"Spiritual belief is an indispensable thing for everyone."

Casillas's eyes bloomed purple-black, and the energy of the dark dimension eroded his body, while also providing him with an endless stream of abundant magical power.

"When I was most helpless, I heard about the Supreme Mage, I heard about Kama Taj, so I tried everything and went through trials to finally find the land of legends."

"When the Ancient One showed those 'miracles' and pushed open the door to magic, I thought I had met my spiritual mentor and was convinced of everything he said."

"But he's a liar, Mordo."

Casillas looked at his former companion from afar, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In Kama Taj's admonition, it is expressly forbidden for mystic mages to worship only Emperor Weishan, and not to come into contact with other dimensional demon gods.

Even with spells, such as Setolak's Crimson Chain, the Ring of Raggador.

It's just a temporary borrowing, not a contract, and putting your heart and soul into trust.

"Ancient One, he broke his oath."

Casillas said angrily.

"Behind the mask of the Supreme Mage's bright, great, and selfless dedication, there is actually an old liar!"

Mordo pursed his lips, he didn't believe what Casillas said.

A wand suddenly appeared, wisps of electric light lingering, revealing an aura of destruction.

"What? Do you want to solve the problem by force? ”

Casillas glanced at the increasingly dazzling triple aura, the embodiment of the spirit of the three archmages who had signed a contract with Mordo.

He didn't think he was going to lose to Mordo.

In fact, if it weren't for Strange's contractor, who was too powerful, ended the second game in a simple way that surprised everyone.

Casillas was ready to make a real end with Mordo at that time.

"I will defeat you with dignity, after passing the test of Emperor Weishan."

Mordo was silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

His feud with Casillas will be settled later.

The top priority is to complete the last game and get the approval of Emperor Weishan.

Casillas used faith and religion to deceive and fool the inhabitants of the small town of St. Van Gonza in order to "save" them.

In Mordo's view, this is just a crooked way and cannot last long.

The only way to redeem those fallen souls is to rely on the right path.

"Just because you have a mutilated limb doesn't mean that your heart, your soul, are also mutilated."

Mordo said.

He studied from His Holiness with patience, patience and kindness.

Try to save every poor person who is decadent and hopeless, and tell them how the spirit harnesses the flesh.

Unbelievable miracles of medicine continue to appear in St. Van Gonza.

A semi-paralyzed patient who could not stand on his legs was able to run.

The blind old man regains his sight.

Frustrated, pick yourself up again.

Soon, Mordo was recognized as a master and gained a strong following.

……

……

"Stephen, have you figured out how to practice your 'salvation'?"

Seeing Strange with a sad face and no clue, Luke quipped.

"Loki treats the townspeople like donkeys, hangs a carrot in front of them, and drives the workers to work hard and work hard with gold, so that as long as the beautiful dreams are not broken, then everything can be maintained."

Casillas became a religious chief, preaching, praying, and propagating doctrines every day. He tells everyone that reality is full of birth, old age, sickness and death, but the dark dimension of Dormammu has eternal life and tranquility. ”

"Mordo heals the physical disabilities of the townspeople and teaches them how to face life."

"Dr. Voodoo, Mystery ...... Everyone is actively completing the exam questions of Emperor Weishan. ”

The more Strange listened, the more his brow furrowed.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do." ”

"I can't even save myself, how can I save others."

A hint of self-deprecation appeared on Strange's face, he was once a blind and proud doctor chasing fame and fortune.

It was only after a car accident knocked him from the upper echelons of the elite class into the dust, losing everything and being reduced to the bottom, that he began to reflect on his previous mistakes.

"I can't understand them."

Strange said.

"The townspeople of St. Van Gonza, who were deceived by Mephisto into surrendering their souls."

"If I were Dr. Stephen Strange in the past, I would feel like this is the price I should have suffered."

"I will stand on high and laugh at their stupidity."

Luke nodded, this is indeed a common style of the elite class.

Mock those who make mistakes, accuse them of being ridiculous, and express a high opinion by the way.

"But I'm now Master Strange, a man who has suffered and found himself."

"So, I should have sympathy for them and want to save them."

"But I don't know what to do."

Strange is unabashedly confused, and he doesn't think the competitors' approach will be effective.

The lie of deception will always be exposed, and blind faith is a tree without roots, and a single effort of kindness may not be able to reap kindness......

It's already so hard to save a person.

How can we save 3,000 people?

"Can you teach me?"

Strange looked at his contractor.

"Frankly, I have no experience in this area."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and saw a hint of disappointment in Strange's eyes, and he smiled, "However, I have a suggestion that is not too good, not too bad. ”

"When you don't know how to do it, you might as well put yourself in the position of the Supreme Mage."

Strange was silent for a long time, his frown slowly stretching.

"I see!"

He laughed.

"You mean to say that if there is no other means to save the sinful souls of the fallen."

"It's better to solve the problem directly at the source! I'm going to find Mephisto right now! ”

Strange took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a look of determination.

From the hands of the old devil, take back the pact of St. Van Gonza and free the souls of those sinners!

"Uh......"

Looking at Strange, who put on the armor of magic resistance and opened the teleportation channel, Luke couldn't help but laugh.

"Actually, I mean to say...... Forget it, that's not the wrong idea. ”