Chapter 303 - 300 Promotion Match, Battle Royal.
Luke didn't return to Magik's room. Even if the night was long and there was enough time to have another in-depth conversation to promote friendship.
He stood in the hotel's corridor for a while and soon waited until Master Ancient One, who was carrying a wand, pushed the door and walked out.
"Resolved. " .
The sage-looking old man said indifferently.
A wand made of stainless steel was shimmering with cold light.
With bright red blood and a strong smell of sulfur.
Before he left the room, Mephisto let out a miserable scream.
Luke believed that the Sorcerer Supreme had done a good job blowing the old devil's head off.
"Thanks to you, I was able to catch Mephisto this time. "
The Ancient One drew a circle with his hands, put his hands behind his back, and took the lead in entering the transmission portal.
"The old devil had always been very cunning. Every time he leaves hell and comes to earth, his whereabouts are quite hidden. "
"Moreover, he has evil knights and a large number of incarnations in the material world. The three sanctums have a hard time locating him. "
"Although it was said, damaging only one of Mephisto's incarnations doesn't hurt him. "
"However, he should not be able to interfere in the next Sorcerer Supreme Battle. "
"You and Stephen Strange can now finish the test with peace of mind. "
Luke smiled. Normal people knew that there was no good end to making a deal with the devil.
He's not only hungry for their body but also for their soul.
He wanted to swallow the whole person to the bones before he gave up.
This was the nature of the devil, greedy and ruthless.
Unless a person had no choice, they would only look for him if they had lost their minds.
"Maybe this is a trap deliberately designed by Mephisto to test your reaction, Master Ancient One. And whether your time was really coming to an end…"
Luke's eyes flashed as he reminded him softly.
The Lord of Hell came to the door for nothing. There must be a conspiracy behind it.
Never treat Mephisto lightly.
This guy could always make a splash.
For example, moving hell to Las Vegas, opening Hotel Inferno, and harvesting souls with pleasure and desires.
And putting Zarathos, the vengeful spirit in Ghost Rider, into the bodies of Captain Marvel and Thor.
Forming an invincible squadron Spirits of Vengeance and repeatedly rubbing Doctor Strange into the ground.
"Oh, I know the old devil's mind. "
Back in Kamar Taj, the Sorcerer Supreme instantly changed styles.
There were absolutely no traces of having beaten Mephisto to a pulp.
Instead, he looked as if he was panting, ashen face, walking with great effort, and seriously injured.
"Blackheart, Prince of Hell, is just bait thrown out to attract Kamar Taj's attention."
The Ancient One spoke with difficulty as if he was about to die.
'There's no need to pretend in front of me, is there?'
Luke's mouth twitched.
He thought that the Sorcerer Supreme was really into acting, so he had to pretend even when people weren't around. Really too dedicated.
"No matter what Mephisto wants to do, I will keep an eye on him."
The Ancient One said lightly.
The two-dimensional demons who could make things happen the most were…
One, Dormammu.
And two, Mephisto.
They were both very troublesome.
But after a while, it would be fine.
When Stephen Strange took over as the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One could retire and get off work.
The universe was so big, and he wanted to see it.
Being confined to the earth was too boring.
"Since you're so optimistic about Strange, it's better to open more back doors for him."
Luke pretended to cooperate with the Ancient One's act and helped him walk into the central hall.
"For example, reveal the content of the next match?"
Considering this Sorcerer Supreme Battle, there were indeed a lot of strong contenders.
Strange might lose the qualification and say goodbye to the battle if there was the slightest bad luck.
The Ancient One glanced at the other as if he was annoyed.
The great Sorcerer Supreme, did he look like the kind of person who didn't pay his debts, skipped work ahead of time, and engaged in underhanded moves?
"I mean, it's reasonable for someone as noble and open-minded as you to reveal some information to your successor, right?"
Luke cleared his throat and reluctantly said so.
The Sorcerer Supreme's name was known in many dimensions; who didn't know him?
"Do you think I don't want to? If I could, I can't wait to directly decide on Strange and complete the handover on the same day. "
Entering the central hall and seeing no one was around, The Ancient One finally told the truth.
"But the Sorcerer Supreme's candidate is not decided by Kamar Taj or me but selected by the Vishanti themselves. "
"We are just bystanders releasing news and waiting for the results. "
Luke raised an eyebrow but wasn't surprised.
He just asked casually and didn't expect that the Ancient One would really open the back door.
But all superheroes must experience setbacks and growth.
Strange's road to becoming the Sorcerer Supreme shouldn't be too smooth.
"By the way, Master Ancient One, what great things will happen in the foreseeable future?"
Luke chatted some more, and after talking about interesting stories about the universes for a while, he was ready to leave.
Stepping into the transmission portal, he seemed to think of something and asked curiously.
Loki's abnormal behavior, thinking he was the genuine Thor so far, but Asgard has been in the dark…
All of these things made Luke feel wary.
"You know, Superman. If I say something about the future, then it will most likely not happen. "
The Ancient One's vicarious eyes faintly lit up with light.
"If you perceive something, then … follow your own thoughts, don't doubt or waver. "
Luke's face remained unchanged as he nodded and stepped into the portal where the magic sparks were jumping and splashing.
'What was the Ancient One's answer suggesting?'
'Is my guess correct?'
'Or …'
'It's getting more and more complicated. '
Luke stopped by Times Square, where the big screen was rolling with the images of the superheroes of the younger generation.
The Avengers had already left the stage and hid behind the scenes.
'I hope I don't run into any big things like the Celestials or the Living Tribunal. '
Luke put his hands in his pockets and disappeared into the crowd.
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Mind Maggots remaining in Strange's soul were almost digested.
The rotten stench on his body, which was disliked by people, finally dissipated.
These days, Wong and Rocket were reluctant to have dinner with Strange, thinking it would affect their appetite.
"My magic-resistant heavy armor and the enchanted version of the AK47-Beast should come in handy. "
Strange was ambitious and wanted to show off his talents.
Then, he touched the increasingly sparse hair, and his heart grew a bit sad.
To become stronger, to become the Sorcerer Supreme, to protect the earth, and maintain peace --
The price he had to pay was too heavy!
"Where's Superman?"
Looking around the room, not seeing Luke, Strange was a bit surprised.
It seemed that the other party hadn't shown up for three days. He wouldn't be in any danger, would he?
"Don't you know? He and the second-ranked pretty girl have been staying in a hotel. He still hasn't left that room. "
Rocket Raccoon bristled, categorizing both Luke and Thor as 'hoes before bros' kind of guys.
Maybe those glistening long legs and warm, thick, and soft breasts were more important than teammates?
Rocket Raccoon, who was single so far and hadn't met a suitable female, couldn't understand why humans were interested in those twittering, noisy, and annoying evil women.
"I think Groot is better. "
Rocket couldn't help but miss his tree.
"Three days … his physical health is really good. "
Strange's eyes revealed a trace of envy. Although most of the masters in this world were muscular macho men with strong physiques.
But, continuous output for three days and three nights …?
This was no longer a question of physical fitness, but his kidney needed to be powerful too.
"Don't spread rumors, rabbit. "
Luke's voice sounded abruptly. His tall figure stepped out of a transmission portal.
"I have a very pure … relationship with the Queen of Limbo. "
Superman had a straight face. It expressed that he wasn't addicted to women and wasn't the type that couldn't help himself.
"Besides, the main purpose of my visit was to get information for Stephen. "
Luke patted Strange's shoulder and earnestly said, "Even if I sacrifice a little bit of my body, it's worth it. "
"Next time you need to sacrifice your body, please just let me do it. "
Strange volunteered himself.
"You still keep up the high-intensity workout, from a hundred push-ups to five hundred. "
Luke took a look at his opponent's gradually perilous hairline, masses of bulging muscles, and was very pleased, "Stephen, only sissies like cute and sexy soft appearances. You should go to Master Mordo or Wong to compare notes. "
Strange had a strange expression. He felt that Luke's words had another meaning.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The copper bell rang, interrupting everyone's small talk.
The second qualifying match started. Strange and Luke walked side by side and went to the wide square together.
"That's Mordo, the Sorcerer Supreme's most trusted disciple. "
When Strange saw the dark-skinned and strong senior, a subtle emotion rose in his heart.
He was brought to Kamar Taj by Mordo, and many basic knowledge and spells were taught by the other party.
Personally, Strange admired the hardworking and talented senior.
Without the hint from the Ancient One, he couldn't have come up with the idea of running for Sorcerer Supreme.
"Triple soul aura, yeah, he is already a legendary master. "
Luke lamented.
Behind Mordo, there were three bright rings invisible to the naked eye.
Those were his three contractors.
One of them was said to be the great Master Merlin.
With the blessings of powerful forces, Mordo broke through to the legendary rank and became the most competitive participant in this battle for supremacy.
"What is the second test?"
Luke looked away and asked softly.
The first match was a test of courage and perseverance in the face of a constant stream of Mind Maggots.
"Strength. "
Strange grasped the token in his hand and absorbed the information.
"It's a total slaughter. Fourteen people. Be the first to eliminate eight people. Leaving eight people. "
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