A test of strength?
Luke grinned.
It was finally his turn to perform on stage.
Those participating in the war can all be considered strong players with various tricks and endless trump cards.
They either have extraordinary origins, amazing backgrounds, or outstanding talents...
But in front of Superman, I'm afraid no one is qualified to talk about the word "power".
"This is our home court, Stephen."
Luke said lightly, seeming to be extremely confident.
"Are you sure? The top three favorites, Blackheart, are the descendants of Hell Lord Mephisto, supported by an invincible army."
Strange is not optimistic. He has not seen Luke take action, and his understanding of Superman's strength is temporarily at the level of "high-level mage".
"Your cannon... friend, Magik Liana-Rasputin, the queen of Hell Border, proficient in Black Magic, or Alpha-Level Mutant."
"Doctor Voodoo, Loki, Mordo... everyone is not mediocre."
"If it were another test, I might still be able to win with my wisdom."
"But putting me and them in a huge arena is not good news."
Old Wang deeply agrees, and feels that Strange may really be eliminated this time.
With his strength, facing any participant, the possibility of defeat is very high.
"It's better to just force yourself to lose."
Rocket Raccoon was full of bad ideas and began to encourage Strange to place bets.
"Losing the game, winning the bet. Losing the bet, winning the game... Nothing is a loss!"
Strange was a little moved, but then he thought about it, if he didn't have confidence in himself, would it be necessary to participate in the next battle?
Then, Zheng Zheng refused Rocket Raccoon's suggestion to invite him to be a gambling dog.
"Then you work harder later, I'll make a move and put all my pressure on you."
Rocket Raccoon didn't persuade Strange to be discouraged, so he turned around and threw the winning chips at the opening of Contest of Champions Forum.
Luke took a moment to glance, and the title "Sakaar Royal Casino, Sexy Dealer, Online Dealing..." came into view.
Grandmaster's business scope is really broad. In addition to gladiatorial arenas, slave catching business, and even casinos are involved.
"Wait a minute, the only thing you have to do is put on that heavy magic resistance armor, and then hide behind me."
Seeing that Strange was a little unsure, Luke smiled casually and comforted him.
After the Kamar-Taj bell rang, many Mystic Arts Master wearing robes rushed to the square.
It has always been human nature to join in the fun.
"Stephen-Strange..."
"Mordo..."
The other people's eyes swept over the two people, and then whispered.
The vast majority of Mystic Arts Master are more optimistic about Mordo.
Strange came to Kamar-Taj too late, and the time to learn magic was too short. It was already very difficult to survive the first game.
"The game begins."
The leaders of Three Sanctuaries are here.
They cast spells together, lighting up the beacon in each combatant's hand.
The transmission channel leading to the arena is slowly taking shape, waiting for the players to enter.
The last time was at Dream Dimension.
So where will it be this time?
Strange Soothe the inner tension and stand out from the crowd.
He looked at Mordo, who also came to the portal, and the latter said solemnly, "Strange, this is not a battle you should participate in."
"Kamar-Taj, it's enough for me to protect you."
This newly minted legend with dark skin and firm eyes did not know that his teacher was actually pretending to be sick and taking leave to take the opportunity to retire.
Only with full enthusiasm, wanting to protect Three Sanctuaries and Kamar-Taj, and fulfilling the inner sense of mission and honor, did I participate in this battle for hegemony with so many powerful enemies.
Luke, who was standing nearby, shook his head slightly. The Ancient One's approach was not safe.
In case Mordo discovers the truth, Sorcerer Supreme's successor has already been decided.
All his hard work and perseverance turned out to be in vain.
It's hard to guarantee that he won't turn black instantly.
The consequences of turning pink into black are very serious.
"I also have a path I want to take."
Strange Remembering what the Ancient One said to him, the hesitation in his heart suddenly dissipated and turned into determination.
Sorcerer Supreme When he was most confused and helpless, he stretched out the saving hand.
Now the other party's time is approaching and he is about to pass away.
Strange feels that he should stand up as a matter of course.
If Luke knew the thoughts of these two people, he would definitely lament that the Ancient One's acting skills are too superb and Oscar owes him an Oscar.
"Very well, let's have a fair competition! For the supreme glory!"
Mordo held his head high and walked into the transmission channel first.
The triple halo hanging behind the head is like a crown made of gold.
Suddenly, it condensed into substance and shone brightly.
This is proof of becoming a legend!
"For the supreme... glory."
Strange lowered his head and recited silently, then walked into another passage.
Shockingly large cracks appeared in the barren land, like terrible scars.
The scorching heat evaporated the moisture in the combatants' bodies and baked their skin.
The pungent smell of sulfur, like a large rising cloud of yellow smoke, permeated everywhere.
"Here is..."
"Hell."
The first time Strange entered the competition venue, he summoned Superman to protect him.
Then, maybe it's psychological.
His throat felt scratchy and he was a little thirsty.
The skin becomes dry and the flow of magic power tends to become disordered.
"Hell...Sorcerer Supreme put the second game in hell!?"
Hearing Luke's answer, Strange was very surprised and subconsciously held Head-Busting Wand in his hand.
It seems that he is worried that some ferocious demons will jump out from somewhere and tear him into pieces.
"That's right. If I guess correctly, this is the lower level of hell."
Luke looked up at the sky. Thick red clouds covered everything, shrouded everything, and cast huge shadows.
On the distant horizon are endless black mountains, like huge monsters crawling on the ground.
The vegetation, rocks, and even the occasional reptiles scurrying by underfoot were like fuzzy smoke, constantly twisting and changing.
All in all, this is a desolate wasteland full of weirdness.
"Hell, lower level."
Strange finally reacted.
After all, he is also a walking encyclopedia and knows a little bit about every dimension.
Hell and heaven are the two most perfect and unshakable among many dimensions.
The former has an even more hostile relationship with Kamar-Taj and Three Sanctuaries.
"That place where the hell lords and lords release the souls of sinners?"
Strange whispered.
There was a hint of solemnity on his serious face.
Hell is a broad concept.
It does not refer to a single dimension, but to a vast space formed by the overlapping of many worlds.
For example, Hell Border, ruled by Magik, is the part closest to the material world.
The so-called "lower level" is the farthest place from reality in the hell world.
The souls that fall and are exiled here can never be liberated.
"Then we have to be careful."
Strange wore heavy armor on his hands and feet neatly, protecting himself tightly.
His body was forged by New York Sanctum's specialized craftsmen.
All are smelted with high magic resistance materials, combined with special processes, and rune circuits are engraved on them.
Even if you stand still and let a high-level mage bombard you, you won't be able to break through the defense for a while.
"I have mentioned in books before that the lower levels of hell are very dangerous. For a long time, the souls of those who suffered have been wandering here without relief."
Strange transforms into a mobile fortress wearing heavy armor and holding a shield.
There are no flaws other than not moving fast enough.
"They have long lost their memories of their lives. They are killing and devouring each other without reason, and gradually merge into a new soul."
Strange's voice was low, and he didn't want to think too much about the cruelty in it.
"Then, new souls continue to repeat the process..."
Luke raised his eyebrows, interrupted the other party's explanation, and whispered, "Someone is coming."
"It's a... prey that comes to you on its own initiative."