Chapter 315 - 312 Beating The Old Devil Into A Consensus (II)
As a notorious old devil, he thought that he was usually black-hearted enough.
Lending like a loan shark, defrauding people's souls, compelling foolish beings, playing with human emotions … simply, uncompromisingly evil.
But after Luke proposed this new contract, phisto was extrely frustrated that he wasn't as thick-skinned and black-hearted as a human being.
The other party could use the most justifiable tone to say the most shaful things.
At this point, much better than himself.
At least, when the devil lied…
He had to pretend to draw up a contract and put on a warm-hearted face of hypocrisy.
Hand over the Contract of San Venganza, and he would take Stephen Strange away with him?
What's the difference between that and getting a one-stop service pack, pulling up your pants, and walking away?
Fair deal? We should still pay attention to the value being equal, right?
"Human, are you forgetting sothing?"
phisto's voice cooled down. If not for the live broadcast and having to pay attention to the dignity of the Lord of Hell, he would directly slap the guy.
"Or do you think that there's no price to pay for making a deal with the devil?"
Luke pretended to be surprised at first and then seriously said, "I'm going to leave without doing anything. This is the most valuable exchange you can get, Lord phisto."
"Otherwise, it's not certain that the Hell you're in will continue to exist."
"Isn't it enough to sacrifice a soul contract for peace in Hell?"
"…"
phisto fell silent for the second ti.
He had never seen such an arrogant human!
As the Lord of Hell, he was the top leader who was qualified to compete for the title of 'Satan' between the leaders of 'Hell.'
Which mortal didn't tremble when they saw him?
Which master didn't show so respect when they saw him?
Even Agamotto, and the Ancient One, such powerful existences that shook dinsions and spread their nas across the universe, had never humiliated him like this!
"Hahahaha! Destroying Hell…?"
phistopheles laughed angrily. The terrifying sound waves that could pierce the eardrums shattered the clouds in the sky, stirring the atmosphere into a wild tide.
The huge palm, which covered several miles, lifted up without warning.
A huge shadow that covered the sky fell straight down.
No matter what Luke was and what his background was, phisto didn't care anymore.
He just wanted to wipe out the other in the most direct way.
And then, with the most brutal ans, the poor soul would be cooked.
Bang!
Luke lifted both his hands to block the slap.
Luke stood tenaciously in the air, not beaten into the dust and slapped into the ground by phisto.
Where he stood, the air exploded, violent ripples were visible to the naked eye.
"So that's the end of the deal?"
Luke had no intention of humiliating the old devil. His bio-force field opened up instantly, and his body slamd upwards.
Like a sharp nail, he pierced through phisto's palm.
The fist struck through the air as if it were a heavy hamr thrown at the old devil's face.
Boom!
phisto's face showed irritable pain and redness.
Fortunately, with his natural red face, no one could see it.
"Even Sorcerer Supre didn't punch in the face when he hit !"
phistopheles's anger filled his chest. A pair of dark wings popped up behind him.
They gently fanned!
A mass of flas as sticky as paint grew all over hell!
After being offended several tis in a row, phisto's anger had been fully accumulated.
Turning the heat up!
Hellfire!
The sa trick, used by phisto, was much more powerful than when Blackheart used it.
The invisible force field was unable to stop the fierce hellish flas that raged and spread, burning not only the flesh but also the soul.
The stronger the soul, the harder it was to get rid of it.
"Oh, this is interesting."
The cynical frivolous smile disappeared from Luke's face.
In his eyes, there was a rare flash of solemnity.
Hellfire was Ghost Rider's signature skill, which could burn anything in the world.
The soul ignited by it could never be extinguished unless it truly repented.
In the comic, even one of the five gods of the universe, Galactus, had suffered a great loss to Ghost Rider, lighting him up into a huge torch.
Therefore, it was necessary for Luke to take it seriously.
Stellar energy rushed through his body, and a terrifying aura swept out.
Superman loaded the [Devastator] card, not afraid of death and injury!
"Co on! Burn my soul!"
Luke ran into the thick sea of fire head-on. A sharp pain rose from the depths of his soul.
It felt like it was tearing and burning up!
"Repent for your sins!"
When Luke was caught in the inferno, phisto burst out laughing.
He waited for the bruised and tortured soul to fall into his hands.
"Judging ?"
However, a few monts later, a contemptuous snicker ca out.
The sea of hellish fire suddenly parted, revealing a sturdy figure.
The wispy, sticky flas were attached to and around Superman's body, but it did little damage.
'High resistance, high immunity to physics and magic, and high adaptability … Except for the low IQ, there's nothing wrong with this card. '
The sharp pain looming deep in his soul made Luke's mouth slightly twitch.
Fortunately, he had the [Devastator] card.
After a short period of burning in his soul, the immunity characteristics rapidly evolved.
"What else can you do?"
Luke clenched his fist. The Hellfire on his palm was suddenly snuffed out.
Both his eyes were like swords, stabbing straight toward phisto.
"Hellfire, it doesn't work on you!"
The latter's heart shook.
This was the power of Hellfire that could even burn an Allfather to ashes!
'If it was the Ancient One, even he may not be able to withstand it…'
phisto was a little suspicious of Luke being a demon; even though Hellfire had never worked on the Sorcerer Supre, it could still hurt his opponent, no doubt about it.
"Humph!"
The old devil sneered. At his peak, he was at least a dinsional demon who could fight the Sorcerer Supre and Odin.
How could he be bullied by a young newcor?
If this news spread, where should the Lord of Hell hide his face?
"Do you think these are my only tricks?"
phisto laughed furiously. His temper flared up.
He raised his right hand, and the power of hell surged forth.
A palm strike! A loud boom!
"Eh? Where's the live feed?"
"Why did the screen go black?"
"Switch the channel!"
"That was an exciting scene…"
"…"
Imdiately, discontentnt erupted in the Bar With No Doors.
Sohow, the live broadcast was cut off, and they couldn't see what happened in Hell.
The old bartender Monako petted Rocket Raccoon's head and thought, 'Turns out the old devil had pride too.'
…
…
"The Contract of San Venganza!"
phisto was worthy of being the Lord of Hell, very decisive, without the slightest delay.
"Rember! What happened today …"
Luke took the Contract of San Venganza and nodded, "I know, I know. Absolutely confidential. It won't leak out!"
"Lord phisto, you fought with for 300 rounds, so much so that space was shattered and even the power of Hell was worn out … Finally, you were kind, compassionate to the evil spirits of Hell, and couldn't bear to see the dinsion collapse, so you voluntarily handed over the Contract of San Venganza to quell the battle."
The old devil shrunk in size and beca a normal person; he glanced at Luke, who opened his mouth first, and shook his head, "This is the first ti I saw a human being who looks more like a devil than I do."
"Take Strange and get out of here! Bring back peace in Hell!"
Luke smiled; he couldn't help himself.
He picked up Strange, who was still in a daze and returned to San Venganza.
When the live broadcast in the Bar With No Doors returned to normal,
The third match was over.
The winner--
Stephen Strange.
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