Chapter 302 - 299 Hell Lord, The Unlucky Old Devil.
"Tsk, a rare pure soul, it's no wonder that Magik could be enchanted and unable to stop herself …"
When phisto saw Luke, who pushed the door and ca in, his dark eyes turned slightly, flooded with a glimr of surprise.
He didn't expect that Stephen Strange, the humblest of all the contestants, had a rare pure soul --the 'pure' here didn't an that Luke was kind and warm-hearted, and his body shone with the light of the right path.
Rather, he never asked any 'bank' for loans and was a rare high-quality custor.
In this day and age, a master who hadn't signed a contract with a dinsional demon god was definitely a rare thing.
"I see."
Luke's eyes showed a hint of understanding, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile…
Therefore, Magik throwing herself at him could also be regarded as having other plans.
When he learned to ditate in Kamar Taj, he had attracted the covetous eyes of many dinsional demons.
Even the God of Chaos, Chthon, was willing to hand over the chaotic power of the three ancient forces to him.
The only condition was to sign a contract with him and beco his envoy in Earth-1024.
This proved that Superdemon's extraordinary talent was so great that even the dinsional demon gods were impressed.
With this in mind, it wasn't surprising that Magik was attracted to him.
She wasn't greedy for his body.
But greedy from his soul!
"We, the visitors from hell, always have a hard ti resisting the temptations of pure souls."
phisto looked at Luke differently, smiled, and said, "Would this young master, whose na is unknown, be interested in signing a personal safety insurance policy?"
"I assure you that the service provided by phisto Insurance is absolutely attentive and satisfactory."
"If you buy this insurance, you'll be a VIP custor of the Hell world."
"Whether it's a physical disability, a serious illness, or a life at the brink of death."
"If you call my na, you will be answered imdiately, and your safety is guaranteed! Until the last mont of your life!"
phisto looked like a Wall Street stockbroker, speaking with sincerity and confidence.
He only ntioned the benefits Luke could get and completely ignored the risks he had to take.
"Oh, Lord phisto, what is the price? Everything has a price to pay to reap a reward, doesn't it?"
Luke wasn't afraid at all. Facing the famous Lord of Hell, he didn't panic. He faintly said, "I'm afraid that when my death cos, my soul will fall into your hands. There will never be peace, will there?"
"Moreover, the devil's contract is notorious for its many traps. Maybe when I finish signing my na, I will die on the spot, and then my soul will return to you."
This series of questions made phisto, who had a smile on his face, a little frustrated.
"Business is really bad. Damn the movies, damn the Internet! Now, everyone knows the devil's ways. Those elite politicians, celebrities in business circles, are even better liars than the devil."
The Lord of Hell cursed, sitting back in his original position.
Luke's mouth was smiling. He wouldn't be fooled by phisto's depressed appearance and let his guard down.
This old devil, who was notoriously cunning, wouldn't be so rude just because of a single failed deal.
But then again, considering Superman's long layover, Luke signing a contract with phisto wasn't a bad idea.
When this old devil found out that he may never be able to wait for the mont when the contract was fulfilled, his face would definitely be wonderful.
Just like Constantine from the studio next door, the unscrupulous guy sold his soul with one hand to the devil, with the other hand to the angel, and other weird entities.
Then, no one was willing to back down. Instead, they continued to let Constantine get away with it.
"Let's get down to business, Lord phisto."
Luke sat on the nearby single-person sofa. The Lord of Hell was looking for those Sorcerer Supre Battle participants, presumably to make big news.
He didn't mind going inside at all, then backstab him and sell phisto out to the Ancient One.
"In fact, there's nothing else. Since you signed a contract with Stephen Strange, you must know that my favorite son, Blackheart, is participating in the Sorcerer Supre Battle."
phisto slowly said.
"The second match is about to begin. and if I'm right, this one will be even more brutal."
"Of the fourteen people who passed the test, only two belong to Kamar Taj, Mordo, and Strange."
"Doctor Voodoo, Magik, and the Princess of Asgard; they promised to form an alliance with demons and take the lead in eliminating the two masters from Kamar Taj."
Luke raised an eyebrow. phisto was really worthy of being an old veteran.
No matter who the winner was, it's done by adding difficulties to the Ancient One first.
That's why every Sorcerer Supre had to beat up the old devil.
phisto liked to do little tricks that might not pose much of a threat but were very disgusting.
"You should know that I signed a contract with Stephen Strange."
Luke held out his finger and knocked on the table.
"The contract of a combatant has no powerful effect that couldn't be violated."
phisto smiled. The grimacing face squeezed out a few wrinkles.
"You aren't Strange's beloved family or sibling. There's no need to risk your life for his."
"What's more, I can still add money! I will definitely give you paynt that would satisfy you!"
Luke pretended to be hesitant and was silent for a while.
It wasn't surprising that the top participants would agree to phisto.
Like Doctor Voodoo, he had a close brother.
The other's soul fell into the hands of the old devil, and using this as a bargaining chip; it was easy to exchange it for the opponent's submission.
Like Magik, too, she was the ruler of Limbo.
It was unwise to compete for the position of Sorcerer Supre at the risk of offending the Lord of Hell.
As for Loki…
Who knew what idea was in her little head!
"Then what should I do? What kind of paynt could you give?"
Luke's eyes flickered as he showed off his acting skills.
"I can teach you how to terminate a contract. Wait until the critical mont of the second match, then betray Strange and give him a fatal blow!"
phisto blinked with a cold and insidious tone in his voice.
"Paynt? You just ntion it. Wealth, status, power… there's nothing I can't give you!"
The old devil compelled people's hearts one after another. Those dark eyes fixed on Luke. His words were very infectious, shaking people's minds.
"Really?"
Luke looked surprised.
"Then, I want to be the Sorcerer Supre."
The smile that erged from the corner of phisto's lips instantly solidified.
"That's not funny. Playing with the Devil and playing with the Lord of Hell. The price to pay isn't a small one."
The old devil's face sank like a stone in water, with anger in his eyes.
The air in the room was like glue, becoming sticky and suffocating.
The intense sulfur scent violently erupted, turning the surrounding area into hell.
The hot magma, the horrible atmosphere could frighten people to death.
"It seems that Lord phisto can't bring out any bargaining chips to move ."
Luke curled his lips, seemingly regretful.
He stood up and patted his palms.
The space was shattered like a mirror, reflecting a kaleidoscope-like overlapping scene.
"Then do you know what would happen if you sche on an Allfather and a Sorcerer Supre?"
The corners of Luke's mouth curled slightly. The sparks of magic jumped in his hands, forming a transmission portal.
The Ancient One erged from it with his wand in hand. His face flushed and full of energy, not looking injured in the least.
"Hahahaha, phisto, long ti no see."
Sorcerer Supre shouted in full vigor. His right hand, holding a wand crafted from steel, was an unbelievably hard wand that reflected a cold light.
"You… don't co near !"
phisto was so shocked that he retreated to the wall.
"I have so business to attend to, so I'll leave you to it."
Luke, with a compassionate look, glanced at the trembling old devil and softly said, "By the way, Master Ancient One, rember to focus on the attack, don't be rciful just because he's old.
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