Just then, an overwhelming ntal force, vast as an infinite world, descended. It struck like a ruthless bandit, shattering phisto's ntal defenses, dragging him and his gateway outward. phisto felt as if a colossal hand had seized his soul. He tried to resist through his control of Hell, but his grip had weakened too much. In an instant, his escape halted, and the ferocity in his expression softened.
Slowly, he turned and knelt before Malrick, his voice ringing with unprecedented deference:
"My Master, please allow to offer everything in Hell to you."
Gone were phisto's cunning and pretension. Only pure loyalty remained, astonishing Black Strange and Jarvis who watched nearby. Just as Malrick had once enslaved the Skrull, now he wielded the sa starry sky enslavent technique against phisto. In the past, this would have been nearly impossible. Dinsional Demon Gods might possess formidable physical strength, but their souls were intricately bound to their realms. To enslave them was akin to conquering a vast dinsion.
But now, Malrick's ntal force easily overpowered phisto's. Though Superman's greatest strength lay in his body, even Golden Superman could not compare when Malrick's sun-enhanced ntal force surged. Coupled with phisto's waning control over Hell, the task required no strain.
"I don't need you to offer Hell, phisto," Malrick said. "Your next mission is, as you suggested, to unite with the other Demon Gods and conquer Satanish's dinsion. Take Strange with you, and have the Kamar-Taj sorcerers disguise themselves as your subordinates among the Demon Gods. When it's ti to plunder, strike hard. When it's ti to backstab, act decisively."
Malrick preferred efficiency. Being neighbors with such violent and unscrupulous Demon Gods demanded constant vigilance. The optimal strategy was to drive them away and seize all their dinsions. Black Strange had already achieved success in this approach, and with phisto's assistance, results would improve significantly.
After his enslavent, phisto no longer considered resistance. Every decision he made prioritized Malrick's benefit. The refusal to accept Hell as an offering was a rare grace. His eyes glead with gratitude as he knelt, declaring, "Thank you, my benevolent Master. I will seize all the Demon Gods' dinsions for you!"
Malrick nodded. "Go, rebuild your Hell army, but rember to take souls only from the wicked."
There was no moral hesitation in enslaving phisto, who had destroyed countless Earths and slain innurable humans. Prostrate, phisto remained submissive until Malrick departed.
Turning to Black Strange, Malrick said, "We can return to Earth. Let all the sorcerers follow, Stephen."
Black Strange, still dazed by recent events, nodded slowly. "Yes… Your Eminence," he muttered, glancing at phisto one last ti before departing.
Jarvis, however, was unsurprised by Malrick's thods. Years earlier, when Malrick had enslaved the Skrull, he had revealed the process to him and Tony.
"Long ti no see, Master," Jarvis greeted, his Infinity Armor fading to reveal his gentle, elderly visage, elegant as ever.
"It's been a while. Have you grown accustod to the gems' power?" Malrick asked.
"Yes. Occasionally the TVA seeks my help, which makes Mr. Stark quite unhappy," Jarvis replied with a smile.
"Haha, jealous, is he? Even all his armors can't match chanical ascension," Malrick teased.
"Perhaps, but Mr. Stark was more upset that you missed Miss Olivia's first birthday, Master."
"Really? When I last saw Tony, he seed happy enough," Malrick mused.
Jarvis explained softly, "The true worry was your absence and the uncertainty of your safety. Now that you're back, he's naturally overjoyed. And of course, I am too. Welco back, Master Malrick."
Malrick recalled taking Tony to the Three-Body World, where Tony had leapt up excitedly, complaining as if restrained by a wandering swordsman, before tightly embracing him. From Tony's perspective, Malrick had never been gone for so long. Yet Malrick, accustod to ti acceleration, felt little impact from decades passing.
"I'll spend more ti with Tony and Pepper later," he murmured.
Jarvis smiled knowingly. "Master, you may also have a few other long-waiting ladies to attend to first."
"Ladies?" Malrick blinked.
From afar, voices accelerated toward him. Golden-glowing Diana and Kara collided into his chest, forceful enough to flatten mountains if unleashed fully.
"Oh, ouch! Be gentle!" Malrick exclaid, though his hands instinctively rested on their shoulders, preparing to embrace them.
The Golden Truth Lasso, like a living serpent, coiled around his hands. Alard, Malrick asked, "Diana, what are you doing?"
"Heh," Diana's narrowed eyes pierced him. "We thought you'd make us wait another ninety years."
Behind them, Wanda opened a Mystic Art of Portals. Diana and Kara pushed Malrick through, and beyond lay solid ground—the Moon's cool, crisp surface. Wanda's Chaos Magic unfurled, transforming the barren lunar landscape into a vast sea of pink blossoms. Scarlet energy coiled around Malrick as Kara hissed coldly, "Resist."
Malrick tilted his head back, bracing to unleash every ounce of skill against these three unstoppable forces.
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