Superman of the Marvel Universe

The following competition gradually entered a fierce and intense stage.

The main attraction is that each of the combatants shows off their abilities and copes with the incoming ideological maggots.

Not many mages can successfully pass the test.

In the first two hours, failure was declared, and only a few people surrendered and quit.

After four hours, most of the participants were eager to give it a try.

They extinguished the magic furnace one after another, crushed the beacons, and escaped from the dream dimension.

Those people are sensible and understand that risking their lives for a position with little hope is not cost-effective.

Of course, there are also a few more aggressive gamblers.

They don't realize regret until the thought maggots devour them, eating their active thoughts and turning their full souls into empty shells.

By then, it was already too late.

Five hours later, less than half of the original 42 participants remained.

The six hours remain intact until the second hand jumps to the last frame.

The beacon in the magic furnace suddenly shattered and turned into a teleportation portal with pulling power.

It covers the participants who are either exhausted or at ease, and takes them out of the dream dimension in an instant.

ended.

In the end, sixteen participants passed the test.

Strange is one of them.

"How much did you earn?"

Luke did not rush to congratulate him immediately, but looked at Rocket Raccoon who was dancing and shouting excitedly.

"It allows me to buy a brand new spaceship! I become rich overnight. I love this battle for hegemony!"

Rocket Raccoon jumped onto the table and writhed like an epileptic.

A thrilling gambling game, this is undoubtedly the favorite of dog gamblers.

Especially when they become winners.

The refreshing feeling it brings is simply unparalleled.

Strange himself is a little guy that no one pays attention to. He can make it out of the entry round and qualify for the next round. This is something that many people did not expect.

Rocket Raccoon got rich rewards for his hard work.

"Do you need me to give you half?"

This guy was very knowledgeable and offered to share it.

Even though that fluffy little face was full of a look of reluctance and heartache.

"Forget it, I don't need this thing."

Luke waved his hand. When he returned to Universe 1024, the credit currency jointly issued by the three major empires of the Galaxy would be of little use.

Besides, you can find someone else to pick it up when the time comes.

Superman prefers to do things himself rather than get something for nothing.

Ten minutes later, Strange came to Wumen Bar after finishing his rest.

This became their temporary base. The old bartender Monaco had no objections and was happy to welcome them, as long as they remembered to pay the bill while drinking.

"leave me alone."

Before Strange could walk in, he was unanimously resisted by Luke and Rocket Raccoon.

There are many undigested mental maggots remaining in his soul.

This results in the flesh being filled with a putrid smell, as if it had not had a bath in months while being fed canned herring every day, making people want to avoid it.

"I finally won with great difficulty, but instead of congratulating you, you showed disgust..."

Strange was a little hurt, but he couldn't wait to run over and want to share this joy.

"We have seen your courage and means through live broadcast."

Luke covered his nose and pulled the seat further away.

"The next game is in three days, can you recover?"

For the sake of making money, Rocket Raccoon's attitude towards Strange is much better than before.

"Barely enough."

Strange wasn't sure, as a painful stomach puncture began to torment him due to over-casting spells in the dream dimension.

Not to mention the beer Rocket Raccoon handed him, if he took a sip of water or even moved a few times, he would feel a clear and sharp pain in his abdomen, like a knife cutting or burning.

"In the second game, just let me take action."

Luke smiled.

If the king fights the silver game on his behalf, will he still overturn?

The group of people stayed at the bar chatting, and not long after, Loki and Thor also walked in the door.

When the latter saw Luke and others, he did not take the initiative to come over. Instead, he followed his sister and sat at the bar.

"Focus on color and friends!"

Rocket Raccoon is indignant. He can't figure out why Thor is so obsessed with a bad woman.

"Like Quill, whenever a female creature appears, his attention will be completely attracted to it."

Luke didn't care about this little thing. Loki obviously had some secrets he was hiding from Thor.

Otherwise, why would the majestic Princess of Asgard want to participate in the Battle of the Supreme Mage?

"I always feel that the plot will enter a runaway stage, and a small incident will lead to bigger troubles."

Luke had some kind of intuition, perhaps a heavenly father-level keen perception of danger.

"However, the only ones who can threaten me in this universe are Ancient One and Odin... I am not a primary school student from an island country. I am a humanoid disaster generator. Wherever I go, crisis will follow me."

He didn't believe that he would be so unlucky that something big happened.

"Hey, isn't that little girl the second most popular contestant in the Supreme Mage Contest?"

Just as Luke was thinking about how to avoid more trouble, Rocket Raccoon nudged his shoulder.

Following the other person's line of sight, two long legs wrapped in thin black silk came into view first.

Continuing up, there are tight leather pants and an exposed flat waist.

Then, there is a round arc that attracts the eye.

"Mysterio, Liana Rasputin."

Luke raised his eyebrows and called out the other person's name.

The mysterious guest standing at the door seemed to hear it.

His long hair swayed slightly and he looked this way.

"Whoa, did you see that? She came towards me."

Strange, who was also concerned, lowered his voice and said.

As one of the participants in the war, he should naturally think that the other party is here to find him.

"Stop it, what girl would talk to a guy who smells like that?"

Rocket Raccoon rolled his eyes and ruthlessly shattered Strange's beautiful fantasy.

This was indeed the case. After the mysterious guest came over, he frowned slightly subconsciously, avoided the smelly Strange, and walked around to Luke.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Mysterio sniffed, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

She was originally a mutant, the sister of Colossus.

When he was six years old, he was kidnapped by the monster Belasco and taken to Limbo - a strange space close to the hell dimension.

Mysterio learned black magic there and became a young witch.

Like the Black Queen Selene, she not only possesses powerful magical power, but also unlocks the talent of mutants.

It can perform group teleportation itself, but its accuracy needs to be improved.

It can also transform into a demon. After wearing magic armor, it will grow horns, hooves, tails and scales, while greatly improving magic resistance and physical fitness.

In addition, Mysterio also has an exclusive soul blade, which has a fatal effect on magical creatures.

With her outstanding talent and excellent learning ability, she killed the monster that kidnapped her to the border of hell and ruled that area.

Taking into account various factors, it is normal for Mysterio to become a popular player in the Supreme Mage Contest.

"Who can refuse the kindness of a beautiful lady? I'd like a martini if ​​I can."

Luke leaned on the seat, and he vaguely smelled a smell of sulfur and magma.

As you can guess, the other party has just come from the border of hell.

"Ok."

The mysterious guest turned around and left with long legs, and after a moment he came over with two glasses of wine.

"Are you a mage?"

she asked.

"That's it."

Luke took a sip, and the spicy taste of the martini hit his throat, refreshing him.

"You don't look like Kama Taj. Although you are strong, you are not that serious."

Mysterio leans against the wall, showing wonderful curves.

As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Luke's arm, her teasing attitude was self-evident.

"I am a wild mage."

Luke explained.

He has been to Kama Taj, entered the library, and read "The Book of Vishandi".

However, as long as they have not signed a contract, they are not considered followers of Emperor Weishan.

"A rare species! There are not many wild mages now. Most of them are relatively weak and have no source of power. They can't even enter the palace of magic."

Mysterio seemed more interested and took the initiative to come closer.

Her warm and soft body was about to squeeze into Luke's arms.

This scene almost made Strange's eyes pop out.

He let out a hissing breath and felt his abdomen hurt even more.

Back then, Strange was also a libertine, witty and charming.

But now, those beautiful girls who are full of energy, youthful and beautiful, don't even look at him.

Really saddened.

"What's the matter? I don't think the Queen of Hell's Border would throw herself into her arms just after we met."

Luke looked calm and unmoved.

"I think you are a good person to communicate with."

Mysterio licked his tongue, as if he had encountered some delicious snack.

"Do you mean the spiritual level, or... the physical level?"

Luke was a little surprised. Is the atmosphere in Limbo so open?

Less than 10 minutes after meeting, you start thinking about in-depth communication?

"You can try the latter and experience the former first."

Mysterio finished the glass of wine, took out a room card from somewhere, and gently stuffed it into Luke's pocket.

"If you have time, you might as well come to my room to discuss it in detail."

She blinked, like a light and fluttering cloud, it came and dispersed in an instant.

"That...teacher! I want to learn this!"

Strange was stunned, everything was over before he could figure out what happened.

Although I don’t know how Superman does it, it is much more effective than any magic.

"Sorry, I have to be gone for a few hours."

Luke pinched the key card and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he straightened his clothes and stood up.

No matter what the purpose of the mysterious guest is, it doesn't matter whether there is a trap or not.

What he is best at is eating the sugar coating and then shooting out the cannonballs.