"Peter, don't--"
Peter's fingertips touched a warm mass. He gritted his teeth and pulled out with all his strength!
Boom!
A violent wave of energy exploded, sending Peter flying away. He adjusted his balance sharply in the air, and landed steadily with a light backflip. In his right hand, he was holding a ball of warm energy that exuded soft golden light.
Vaguely, Peter seemed to see the innocent smiling face of a little girl in the light.
"Incredible..."
Strange and Mordo, who were knocked to the ground by the air wave, got up in embarrassment and looked at the soul in Peter's hands with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"You have taken on an amazing apprentice, Strange." Mordo said in sincere admiration, "This girl's soul is actually so well preserved."
"We'll discuss this when we get back."
Strange quickly drew a circle with both hands, and a portal flashing with golden sparks instantly opened in front of him. Opposite him was the familiar living room of Sanctum Sanctorum: "Quick! Let's go!"
"You brat!"
The angry roar of Mephisto could be heard faintly in the distance.
"Run!"
Peter shouted and pushed Mordo and Strange into the portal. The moment he stepped through the portal, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the door of Hell's palace being slammed open, and countless devils and imps came in like a tide under the leadership of Mephisto.
"Close the door!"
Strange roared angrily and tried to close the portal. However, a very fast imp rushed over at the last moment, screaming and rushing towards Peter.
Peter's eyes turned cold, and his fingers and claws popped out instantly, drawing an icy arc in the air.
Pfft.
The kid was instantly cut in half in mid-air, and then turned into a pool of red dust, sprinkling Peter all over him.
The portal suddenly closed.
Peter patted the red and dust on his body speechlessly. "Why does this thing have a self-destruct function? It made me covered in dirty water."
"Haha, just get used to it, this is a rare 'devil juice'." Mordo slumped on Sanctum Sanctorum's sofa without any image, laughing heartily, "It's so exciting. Strange, we are really old."
Strange also couldn't help laughing. He turned to look at Peter: "You did a good job, Peter. Excellent. Where is that soul?"
"Oh, here it is." Peter carefully handed over the golden light.
Strange took it solemnly, formed seals with his hands, guided the soul through a red Magic formation, and sent it to a safe resting place.
"Where did you send it?" Peter asked curiously.
"An absolutely safe place." Mordo answered the question for Strange, and then looked at Peter seriously, "But boy, you should be more worried about yourself now. If you chop off one of Mephisto's arms, he will never let you go."
Peter showed his claws nonchalantly, and there were still dark red blood stains on them that could not be washed away. "Anyway, I have already removed one of his arms, and I'm not afraid of doing it again."
"That is the blood of Lord Hell, and it will remain for a long time." Mordo warned, "Moreover, he will not attack you directly in the real world. In this dimension, his power will be greatly limited, which is not in line with his style. He will wait patiently until you fall into despair and desperately desire something, and then bite your throat like a poisonous snake."
"He will be ready." Strange looked at Peter, his eyes full of trust.
Peter nodded firmly. "Don't worry, I know how insidious that guy is. I will always stay vigilant."
"We will face it together." Strange smiled slightly, called the Snap, and summoned a set of hot tea, "So, Mordo, what on earth did you--"
"Ah!"
Peter suddenly covered his chest in pain and let out a scream.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His heart began to beat wildly, and the sound was as loud as the drums beating on the battlefield.
Strange and Mordo's expressions changed drastically, and they immediately rushed forward to support the crumbling Peter: "What's wrong? What happened?!"
Peter can clearly feel that the sleeping dimensional energy in his body is roaring crazily, resonating strongly with the surrounding space.
"I... I seem to be going back." Peter said with difficulty, "Those dimensional energies...Hell's energy has activated them, and they are pulling me back to my original world!"
Strange immediately used Detection Magic, and countless green runes surrounded Peter: "Yes, the extradimensional energy in your body has been completely activated by the rules of Mephisto's territory. The teleportation is irreversible!"
"I... I still have a lot to say!" Peter grabbed Strange's shoulders eagerly and spoke quickly, "Listen, help me bring a message to Aunt May, telling her to pay attention to her safety, don't act impulsively, and don't live for revenge! Tell that Peter, he is my hero, and he is right. I can't give up my identity... I will put on that Spider suit again! Tell those arrogant guys at Avengers to be qualified heroes! And Fantastic Four..."
The energy in his body began to vent crazily. Peter gritted his teeth and desperately used magic power to delay the transmission time. His body had begun to become a little unreal.
"Tell Felicia that her daughter will love her forever! Let Felicity know that her mother loves her more than anyone else in the world! Tell Franklin that his mother will be proud of him! And, Teacher Strange, thank you, thank you for everything you have done."
Strange showed a gentle smile on his face, "Have a nice trip, he--"
Boom!
Peter's brain seemed to explode.
He was instantly pulled into a green wormhole passage. An overwhelming sense of weightlessness and dizziness came over him, and everything around him was spinning rapidly. Peter felt like his stomach was churning, and he almost vomited.
Then, gravity suddenly returned.
Peter jumped out of the void and fell heavily on the cold floor. Surrounded by familiar experimental equipment.
"He's back!"
An excited voice sounded. Before Peter could see his surroundings clearly, a warm body rushed over, hugged him tightly, and pushed him to the ground again.