。 With a wave of his hand, he erased all traces, and even the body that Diana had crucified to the ground turned into a puff of smoke and dust, leaving only what she wanted to take with her. Diana grabbed what she needed in her hands, looked at what was left behind, and jumped directly into the air and disappeared into the dense forest.

After Diana disappeared, a group of people slowly walked out of the dense forest, looking at the completely unchanged environment and swallowed their saliva, completely unexpectedly that it was such a fierce battle, and at the end the woman waved her hand and disappeared into nothing.

This is not something that technology can do.

And the T'Challa of this world, who has not yet become a black panther at the moment, is a little quiet and surprisingly quiet, and his face is a little dignified.

What I saw before was really a bit unacceptable for a while.

The guy in the panther suit is not a model with a shell, it is a real vibranium suit, and it can't be faked at all.

But except for Wakanda, no one else would make vibranium into a suit, which would be quite a luxury for any other country.

Except, Wakanda.

"The world is changing so fast." T'Challa said in a voice that only he could hear.

On the other side, Dormammu, who was pushed back to the dark dimension by Diana, only felt confused now. When did a dimensional lord be beaten back to his hometown so easily? This is a complete disgrace, a disgrace that needs to be washed away with the blood of that person.

Now, it is estimated that the news that he was beaten back into his dimension by guys other than the Supreme Mage has spread in various dimensions.

I don't know how those guys orchestrate themselves, but Dormammu will definitely not show his head now. Going out now is to make those guys laugh.

"I heard that someone was beaten back?" A vicissitudes of life came to Dormammu's ears, and with it came a thick smell of sulfur.

The smell made Dormammu sick to his stomach, but even more disgusting was the guy who came with the smell, a guy full of stench.

Lord of Hell, Mephisto.

"What, are you unhappy to see an old friend? I am the first to come to you, lest you have no one to complain. "Dressed in a white suit, top hat, and cane, Mephisto walked into this dark dimension that belonged to Dormammu, which was so dazzling.

Dormammu didn't say a word, and directly turned this guy into a puddle of crumbs, although he knew that this guy sent a dispensable doppelganger, but at least he was in a good mood.

"That's not an attitude toward an old friend." Sure enough, that guy appeared in Dormammu's dimension again.

"Are you coming to see my jokes, or are you going to see if I'm too weak to take over the dark dimension?" Dormammu said angrily, not angry at all that this guy appeared in front of him now.

Mephisto wasn't as nervous as Dormammu, and he knew very well if he could merge the dark dimension into his own territorial dimension. The purpose of his coming was to see what kind of guy could make this Dormammu suffer a loss, and he hadn't taken revenge on that guy in the first place.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Mephisto opened his hands in an exaggerated manner and made a series of strange movements, "Can you use your huge brain to think of me, why do I have to come to see how weak you are?" ”

"I don't think there's any kind of friendly relationship between the Lords of the Dimension, especially since you're a fellow of the Hell Dimension." Dormammu doesn't have a good word for this guy, and the helllords who rely on fraud, temptation, and manipulation to obtain human souls are not good stubble.

Compared to those guys, he was as pure as a little white flower.

He had never skimped on his own followers, but not necessarily those of the Lords of Hell.

These guys, like the mages, don't have much credit.

"Then I won't disturb your recuperation." Mephisto didn't linger long, but after finishing speaking, he disappeared into the dark dimension.

"Hmph~" Dormammu knew that this guy would never have anything good, he was courteous and courteous, and he was either a traitor or a thief.

Now that he is walking so simply, he definitely already knows what he wants, and it is probably part of the information of the guy who sent himself back to the dark dimension.

Dormammu was right, Mephisto did get what he wanted.

A wisp of the mark of the man who had brought Dormammu back into the dark dimension, though it was a little too weak, had at least given him a little information.

And it allows him to position that guy through this breath at any time, so as to ensure that he can control that person's information at all times.

"A strong, delicious soul and definitely a mouth-watering guy. It's fantastic. "Just by absorbing that breath into his body, Mephisto can feel every part of his body... Cell? At least that's what humans call their bodies. The things were cheering, they were begging Mephisto for something more, more from that person's soul, or energy.

The Witch Demon looked at his father's expression of enjoyment, and he didn't know what his father had gotten after he went out again. But he knew that if even his father wanted something, it must be something that people couldn't refuse, especially for demons like them.

But as Mephisto's son, he didn't have the courage to ask what his father had gained. It's hard that his dad can directly beat himself so that he can't get out of bed for half a month.

Mephisto opened his eyes and looked at his son, who had always been ambitious, but had never dared to show it, and glared at the witch demon with some hatred.

Then he waved his hand and motioned for the child to get out of here.

The Witch Heart Demon was also quite knowledgeable and ready to leave his father's hall.

But Mephisto then stopped his son: "Wait. ”

There is no way for the witch demon to find out his father's mind, usually he thinks of one play and one play, As for why he stopped himself now, maybe there is something to explain to himself.

"Didn't you always ask for the Saint Van Gonza Pact?" Mephisto stared at the respectful son, but he knew better than anyone else the ambitions of his cheap son, and he had always wanted to get his hands on something that could forge a powerful magic weapon. It's just that because he hasn't let him go to the world, he silently hides his thoughts.

Witch Demon didn't expect his father to say this so bluntly. He was so shocked that he almost knelt down to Mephisto and begged for mercy.

Mephisto just waved his hand and continued to say to the Witch Heart, "Now you can go to the human world and find that contract." That thing is yours. ”

I found a better one.

Mephisto naturally didn't say the second half of the sentence, but silently added it in his heart.

Hearing this, the Witchheart Demon was a little overjoyed, and even forgot his fear of Mephisto for a moment, and raised his head to stare at Mephisto sitting on the Throne of Skulls.

"Father, are you serious?"

Mephisto nodded, but did not speak.

The Witch Heart Demon didn't want to stay in this hall for a moment, and now he just wanted to hurry into the human world and get the Saint Van Gonza Contract.

Seeing Mephisto wave his hand, he also left the hellish palace with a puff of smoke.

As soon as he left the confines of the palace, the Witch Heart Demon sped up and rushed towards the door to the human world.

As long as someone tries to summon a demon, he can use that thing to descend into the world.

"The Pact of St. Van Gonza." The witch-heart's eyes glowed with fiery desire.