Chapter 368 - 365 Step By Step, Submit To Humiliation.
Thinking of the Sorcerer Supre, phisto couldn't help but rember so bad mories.
As the most famous devil in Hell, he has dealt with two generations of Sorcerer Supres.
Guys like Beelzebub, and Samael, were all standard 'hell shut-ins'.
Only when sothing amazing happens in Hell, will they open their eyes and take a look.
The rest of the ti, they would either be sleeping or eating.
They seldom devote their ti and energy to this world.
And phisto was an anomaly, he was keen on doing things, and liked to play tricks.
As long as he was idle, he would sneak into the human world and find so delicious and powerful souls to improve his diet.
Luring heroes to fall, enjoying human tragedies, witnessing moral collapse … These were phisto's favorite things to do.
The so-called, getting your feet wet when you walk on the beach.
The very active old devil t Agamotto, who was just starting out at that ti.
The latter was the result of tears from the ancient god Oshtur, who was gifted in magic.
He was determined to clean up the world, expel the minions of darkness, and rebuild a stable order.
phisto, a wily old fox, confronted Agamotto, who was quite rash.
At the beginning, the two sides were still in an evenly matched state.
However, in the world concept of the Marvel Universe, a 'god's offspring' like Agamotto's growth was unreasonable, and its plug-ins were amazing and aboveboard.
Oshtur, the ancient god, directly poured all of her white magic into Agamotto.
It was like soone eating up EXP, instant full level skills.
Later, she gave Agamotto the precious Ti Stone to make a magic weapon.
When they t again a few days later, phisto was almost beaten to a pulp.
Unable to beat him in a fight, the old devil thought it would be okay to play a little trick.
After investigating his background, phisto found that his mother was an ancient god, and she was a leader. She was better than Chthon, the God of Chaos, and Set, the Serpent God.
'Forget it!'
'I can't afford to ss with you.'
phisto, who had always been reluctant to suffer and had an explosive temper, silently swallowed the broken teeth with tears of blood and treated everything as if nothing had happened.
The old devil endured in Hell for hundreds of years, until Agamotto retired with honor.
He swaggered into the human world, thinking that he could finally make his mark.
At this ti, his heart was proud, thinking that Kamar Taj had lost Agamotto, and everything was under his control.
Therefore, phisto, who laughed so much that his mouth was crooked, took the initiative to create so trouble for the Ancient One.
And then--
He was beaten to a pulp.
Moreover, the Ancient One, who inherited the Sorcerer Supre position, was even more violent than Agamotto.
Not only did she beat phisto violently in this world, but when she was in a bad mood, she also opened a portal and went to Hell to beat him up like a sandbag.
For so ti, phisto was the unlucky 'sandbag'.
Therefore, the feelings of jealousy and hatred towards the Sorcerer Supre were completely burned into the old devil's bones.
When phisto saw Luke shrouded in pure white light and felt the familiar aura of the Vishanti, which lingered like a nightmare and made people fear it, he almost turned away and retreated to Hell.
"Are you the Sorcerer Supre?"
The old devil asked, in a trembling voice.
'When did the Ancient One abdicate?'
He didn't get the mo!
"To so extent, I'm indeed the Sorcerer Supre."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and lightly said so.
It seed that the Vishanti's approval was mutually applicable in all parallel universes.
He simply called out the nas of Oshtur, Hoggoth, and Agamotto and received a quick response.
The Sorcerer Supre of this universe was naturally the Ancient One.
But Luke was the one in Earth-91 -- he nad the universe where he participated in the Sorcerer Supre Battle '91'.
He was also a Sorcerer Supre appointed by the Vishanti.
"What did you say just now?"
Luke stood up and looked directly at phisto, who revealed his demonic body.
"Misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding."
When the old devil saw that the situation wasn't right. He quickly put away his anger and squeezed out a smile, and said, "Master, let's sit down and talk slowly. Fighting and killing isn't a good thing, it's what barbarians can do."
The devil's body gradually shrunk and beca human again.
The blazing fire of Hell changed back into a red suit again.
"Ah, Lord phisto, that wasn't your attitude before."
Luke's face was expressionless, as he lightly said so.
He wasn't a person with a good temper, who could be easily fooled by a few nice words.
'After spitting out harsh words, you want to swallow them back up while not paying the price? How would that work?'
"Ah, that … I just lost the match, and lost my temper for a while, please don't take it to heart."
phisto skillfully lowered his posture, and it's not the first ti he's given in to the Sorcerer Supre anyway.
The dignity and reputation of the Lord of Hell were certainly important.
But his own life was more important!
Not every devil could repeatedly survive in front of the Sorcerer Supre and despite all kinds of death.
phisto survived for so long, it was all because of the speed of his persuasion.
Moreover, Hell didn't have rules, saying that pride had to be above everything.
The powerful had to survive and continue.
Being able to live for a long ti was considered a great thing.
In the perception of the creatures of Hell, a mont of strength was of no use.
The longevity of one's existence was the essence.
"Lord phisto, I'm not a narrow-minded person, who has no tolerance and is vindictive."
Seeing the old devil's extrely good attitude, Luke couldn't press too hard and had to change the subject.
"It's just that, I have a friend who went into your Hotel Inferno and never ca back out."
The corners of phisto's eyes twitched as he realized that his opponent didn't seem to want to let go of him.
He clutched the crystal ball that contained the souls in his hand, and a hint of anger ca out of his eyes.
'Do you really have no regard for the Lord of Hell?'
'Sorcerer Supre is that great, huh?'
'Can you be that arrogant just because you have the Vishanti backing you up?'
The three questions echoed in phisto's heart.
And then, he grimaced and answered.
The other party really had the right to ignore the Lord of Hell.
Sorcerer Supre was really impressive.
With Vishanti's backing, he really could act arrogant.
phisto glanced at the white light rippling out behind Luke.
He silently put away his discontent and put on a smile.
"Master, your friend, I wonder what his na is?"
'You can tolerate this?'
Luke was a little surprised.
He thought phisto would get angry, then turn against him and fight him.
Unexpectedly, the old devil was this weak, and the ability to submit to humiliation was first-class.
"Howard Stark."
Luke said the na.
"Hmm, I seem to have heard of him sowhere."
phisto slightly frowned, then rembered a loathso human being.
"The bastard who harassed the casino dealer is your friend?"
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