Superman of the Marvel Universe

Crackling!

Streams of thunder and lightning intertwined into a web like snakes, smashing into the surrounding space and instantly clearing away the swarming thought maggots.

Thor turned his head excitedly and asked loudly: "Loki, do you think I'm great?"

The latter covered his face and didn't want to pay attention to the innocent face full of smiles.

How could her brother, the son of Odin, the heir to the throne of Asgard, and the future ruler of the nine realms, be such a guy?

There is no trace of the majesty of a wise monarch at all. He looks like a fool whose head was caught in a door.

But Odin still valued him so much and thought he had the potential to become a king.

Could it be that the God King of Asgard is blind...well, the old man is indeed blind in one eye.

"Can you last six hours and complete this test alone?"

Seeing Thor's soul light bursting with white thunder, Loki's eyes moved slightly and he asked softly.

She looked up and saw that many people were paying close attention to the battle for the Supreme Mage.

If possible, the Asgardian princess does not want to reveal her trump card.

Compared with those competitors, Loki's strength is not outstanding, at best, it is average.

If you want to have the last laugh, you must make sure you have enough chips in your hands.

"Ah... I'm afraid that won't work."

Saul didn't hide the fact that he wasn't durable enough.

He is not a mage and has never practiced meditation. His mental strength is a weak link.

"I can't use my full strength in this place."

Without the Storm Axe, Thor could only rely on the power of thunder bursting from his soul, which was equivalent to being severely weakened.

"Heh, what's the use of you?"

Loki's face instantly turned cold. Teammates who couldn't be used as his thighs to hug him were all useless.

She thought she could do it in the face of a steady stream of thought maggots, guarding the magic furnace and preventing the beacon from extinguishing.

But if you can do it yourself, why do you need Thor?

and many more!

Loki rolled his eyes, showing a cunning look.

She looked at Thor, who was waving thunder and lightning, and seemed to have thought of something.

"Brother, I need you to hold on a little longer!"

hiss!

Thor, who was standing in front of Loki and trying his best to clear away the swarm of insects, took in a breath of cold air, as if his whole body was electrified, and his bones were half brittle.

He had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. His charming and beautiful sister called him "brother" in a sweet voice, and he simply couldn't resist it.

"Loki, why did you suddenly..."

Sol stammered, his steps a little unsteady.

"Is it weird? Or, brother, you don't like this? It's not my intention to be so indifferent to you. In fact..."

Loki spoke with the utmost gentleness, trying to imagine Thor's innocent face as his mother Frigga.

"I understand!"

Thor waved his hand and said seriously: "Loki, don't worry, I will definitely let you pass the test successfully."

He felt full of power, and his full spirit made his soul more solid, bursting out with extremely dazzling thunder and lightning.

The blazing white light vaguely outlines the outline of an axe, slowly appearing.

Rumble!

Thor is like a god descending to earth, holding a battle ax and rushing into the insect swarm.

The violent electric light blasted into the earth, sweeping out a large blank space.

"This is dog-licking...oh no, the potential of a sister-in-law?"

Luke, who stayed in the Doorless Bar and watched the live broadcast, was filled with emotion.

Loki just said a few words casually, which made Thor, the God of Thunder, full of energy.

This is completely a realistic version of generating electricity with love!

"That fool is hopeless."

Rocket Raccoon commented.

In its view, Loki is an out-and-out bad woman who only uses Thor, squeezes all the value out of her, and then kicks her away.

But the latter was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

"Let's see what's going on with Strange."

Luke rubbed his hands, wondering if he would have a chance to appear in this entry-level competition.

Logically speaking, Strange should be able to deal with those mental maggots.

……

……

"The name of Hogs! The ancient body!"

"The name of Faratel! The dense air!"

"The name of Exalon! Touch of ice!"

"..."

The names of demon gods from one dimension after another popped out of Strange's mouth, and he used their power to cast spells one after another.

As I said before, he has no other special qualities except his excellent memory.

Any magic book you have read or any spell you have learned will be firmly engraved in your mind as long as you memorize it once and read it once.

In other words, Strange is a walking encyclopedia of magic and a ruthless spell-casting machine.

Pure white light enveloped the soul and protected him.

The powerful white magic is like the firepower released by a fort, covering the surrounding space.

Those thought maggots that can eat thoughts and melt wills are instantly bombarded and turned into nothingness.

Just a moment later, they will reappear, rushing towards the direction of the magic furnace.

Strange's soul became weaker and weaker, and he only felt that his body was hollowed out. His unrestrained spellcasting consumed a lot of energy.

To put it simply, the blue bar is almost empty.

"Do you want to summon Superman?"

Strange hesitated.

He felt that he couldn't bear it. There were too many mental maggots and they were too fierce.

Ordinary mages can't resist it at all.

At this level, I don’t know how many combatants will be eliminated.

"The name of Cytorak! Blind and foolish!"

Strange gradually retreated, and the blazing magic furnace was already surrounded by swarms of insects.

He clasped his hands together, and his soul glowed with a deep red light.

His eyes suddenly became hollow, as if they had lost their color.

"This operation... is wonderful!"

Luke, who had been watching from the sidelines, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He originally planned to answer the call and appear in person.

Unexpectedly, Strange came up with a magical solution.

He used Cytorak's spell to close his brain and turn himself into a fool.

In this way, you can avoid being affected by the maggots of your mind and your spirit.

"But how can he prevent the beacon from going out?"

Rocket Raccoon picked his nostrils. He was not interested in the Supreme Mage's battle, but he was happy to be a gambling dog.

"Strange's popularity is very low and he is not favored at all. If he can persist and not be eliminated, I can make a lot of money."

In any event, as long as there are wins, losses, and scores, there will be gambling games with opening bets.

What's more, Gao Tianzun loves gambling and is an old gambling dog.

"Who are the most popular right now?"

Luke asked curiously.

"Let me see, the number one favorite is... the Witch Heart Demon? The son of Hell Lord Mephisto, the devil in Hell also wants to be the Supreme Mage. This is really strange!"

Rocket Raccoon scoffed. Emperor Weishan was being very generous by not killing him with a bolt of lightning.

"Who can say for sure. Emperor Weishan's opinion is important, but the threshold set is also one of the criteria for judging."

Luke shrugged and said softly: "If the descendant of Hell Lord Mephisto can really make it to the end, no one can say for sure."

There are many Supreme Sorcerers in the parallel universe, not only Iron Man, but also Loki and Dr. Voodoo, who have all been for a period of time.

If Emperor Weishan is in a good mood, he might allow Wu Xinmo to succeed in his election—provided he can pass the test.

"No.2 is a hot girl named Liana Rasputin, nicknamed Mysterio. She is also from the other side of hell."

Rocket Raccoon held a thin and light laptop and talked about the popularity rankings on the forum.

"Dr. Voodoo, Loki, Mordo, Casillas...I can't see Stephen Strange's name at all."

Luke shook his head and smiled: "It's really miserable. Little Rabbit, believe me, you can definitely make money if you use all your little treasury to attack Strange."

"You mean betting on him to qualify in all three games? How is this possible!"

Rocket Raccoon doesn't believe it, and despite Superman's reassurance, he's a little skeptical.

After all, no matter how powerful the contractor is, it still depends on the strength of the participants.

If Strange is eliminated, Luke will not be able to continue.

"I'm just a friendly reminder. I don't want you to miss an opportunity to make a fortune."

Luke curled his lips and said with a relaxed expression.

"Okay, trust you once!"

Rocket Raccoon gritted his teeth and decided to gamble on an upset.

If it wins, the villa is close to the sea, but if it loses... it can only go to the sea by itself.

This seemingly backward planet seems to have many ignorant women who like to sell cute pets.

Strange, who was still playing the game, was completely unaware that his friends were placing bets on the dogs.

He tried his best to activate the light of his soul.

The dazzling colors of red and white overwhelmed the magic furnace in an instant.

Those screaming thought maggots crowded in like crazy.

It's like a hungry ghost seeing delicious food or a lustful ghost seeing astringent pictures.

The endless maggots of thought engulfed Strange as if they wanted to eat him.

"What a determination."

Luke clapped his hands on the sidelines and did not show regret like others.

"It's settled."