For the guests in No Doors Bar, this is probably the most boring game they have ever seen.
At the beginning, Blackheart met Strange, and Hellspawn faced off against Kamar-Taj's mage. It had its own gimmicks and program effects, which undoubtedly made people look forward to it.
But later, Luke appeared on the scene and took action boldly.
First, he wiped out the three demons with one punch, and then blasted Blackheart, the most popular player in the battle for hegemony, to a pulp.
If it stopped there, those watching the live broadcast wouldn't have any opinions.
The unexpected reversal is exactly what they like to see.
But what happened next was a bit worse.
The live broadcast screen followed Luke closely. Everyone watched him flying at full speed, hovering at high altitude like a supersonic fighter jet, looking for the enemy.
Every time you find an unlucky lucky person, ask the opponent if they are willing to forfeit and withdraw from the game.
Anyone who speaks rudely and tries to resist will be punched away without mercy.
They were killed on the spot and even their ashes were thrown away.
The scenes are extremely violent and bloody.
The most outrageous thing is that just break the body.
Afterwards, Luke will also read a biblical eulogy used by the priest at the funeral.
So that the soul of the deceased will not fall into hell and be difficult to escape.
This extremely considerate funeral and funeral service, one-stop service, is really hard to complain about.
This kind of competition process may still be interesting to the audience when they first start watching it.
But after repeating this, it gradually became boring.
On average, Luke kills one combatant every three minutes.
This amazing efficiency is breathtaking.
It turns an intense battle royale game into an unsuspicious horizontal speed-passing tutorial level.
It can be said to be boring and boring.
"Just like that... gone?"
"Where's the guy who said he was going to eat it under the table?"
"Yeah, I don't want to watch the game, I want to watch the performance of eating a wooden table alive."
"..."
The guests in the bar have lost interest in the live broadcast.
They ordered more drinks and coaxed the unfortunate guy to eat off the table.
"Be quiet, the third game will begin directly."
Rocket Raccoon hugged the computer, jumped on the bar, and said dissatisfiedly.
These stupid earthlings just know how to yell. It's really hard to imagine that Superman belongs to the same species group as them.
"Shut your mouths! Witness the birth of Sorcerer Supreme!"
The old bartender Monark has a very cold attitude towards the guests, but he is an out-and-out member of the Animal Protection Association.
"Come on, have some."
He took out a crisp carrot from nowhere, shaking it to seduce it like a cat.
"Stay away from me, old bastard! Be careful I jump up and smash your kneecaps!"
As a native of Zuan, Rocket Raccoon immediately breathed out the fragrance.
This way of treating a pet is naturally hard to please.
What's more, I'm not a rabbit, so why should I eat carrots?
"Why is there a third game?"
"There's no intermission?"
"Nonsense! From the beginning to the end of the second game, it didn't take more than an hour and a half!"
"It must be a temporary extra match..."
"..."
Strange, who was in the live broadcast, slowly walked out of the transmission channel formed by the expansion of the beacon, but found that he did not return to the real world, but came to a strange place.
"Where is this?"
He looked confused.
He looked at the surrounding environment through the slit in his helmet.
Endless flat land, with tufts of weeds at your feet.
Desolate, empty.
This is the first impression of Strange.
"The space is not stable. It feels like a different dimension that exists in the gap between dimensions."
Luke appeared next and said softly.
What came into view was a gloomy town.
In his perception, the world was crumbling, like a candle that was about to be extinguished.
"This is...San Venganza, a place that has long been forgotten."
An old cowboy riding over answered.
He was like an NPC who appeared at the right time and answered Strange's doubts.
"Welcome, San Venganza."
The old man with a vicissitudes of life took off his cowboy hat and gestured slightly.
Luke's eyes moved slightly, San Venganza, there seemed to be some impression.
"My name is Carter-Shi Lei."
The old cowboy then introduced himself.
Hearing this name, Luke raised his eyebrows, as if he had guessed something.
Carter-Shi Lei, was the first Ghost Rider of Mephisto.
With the addition of San Venganza, everything seems to be getting interesting.
Just when he was thinking about what the third test was about, the transmission channels expanded one by one and appeared on the desolate land.
The seven combatants who passed the test came out of it, and together with Strange, there were exactly eight candidates.
"What happened? The game was over before I even met my first opponent."
Thor saw an acquaintance and ran over excitedly.
He was carrying Stormbreaker with regret in his eyes.
Before even starting a heart-wrenching battle, I ended up finishing the game.
"Someone ended this game."
Magik was carrying a sword as tall as a man and looked at Luke with ambiguous eyes.
The relationship between these two people can be regarded as an intimate relationship that understands the depth and length of each other.
"He eliminated six contestants, so we just went straight to the next game."
The queen of Hell Border is also a popular contestant in the battle for hegemony, and her words carry weight.
The other candidates couldn't help but look shocked.
There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes looking at Strange and Luke.
"It looks like we're going to be targeted."
Luke felt the change in the atmosphere and said relaxedly.
He wished that the remaining candidates would rush forward and give him another chance to end the game.
Just by thinking about it a little bit, I knew that the theme of the third game would definitely be different from the previous one.
Vishanti will not let an overly powerful participant go and easily passed the three tests.
Those Dimensional Demon Gods always like to make simple things very complicated.
"Save."
Strange held the road sign and lowered his voice and said, "We have to save this town. This is the final test."
Luke was slightly surprised, curled his lips and said, "If this is the case, I probably can't be of much help."
He is only good at physical transcendence and has little say in saving others.
That's Superman from the studio next door, and Captain America's daily tasks.
Rather than trying to influence others and give Mind Stone a home, Luke is more accustomed to erasing others from their existence and solving problems once and for all.
That's easy and takes no time.
"Everyone in this town, they sold their souls to Mephisto."
Strange is like a player receiving a task, telling the specific content.
"What we have to do is guide those people back to the right path and let them rest in peace."
The remaining candidates also received the instructions and breathed a sigh of relief.
If it were a test of individual strength like the last game, together they might not be Superman's opponent.
"Haha, the person who saved the town... a novel experience."
Doctor Voodoo, who was wearing black braids, strode towards San Venganza.
He seemed to have an idea and was eager to implement it.
Mordo stared hard at Kaecilius, then followed.
The latter sneered and walked in another direction.
Loki kicked Thor, with his hands behind his back and restlessly kicking the weeds with his toes.
"Gone."
She glanced at Luke thoughtfully, and then left.
"See you in town then."
Thor scratched his head and followed Loki's footsteps.
Seeing his competitors entering the arena, Strange struggled to take off his heavy magic resistance armor and gasped. "What should we do?"
In the second game, he did not use his enchanted version of AK47-Fire Kirin, which was a pity for him.
"Let's go first and see how depraved the small town residents who sold their souls to the devil have become."
Intuition told Luke that this test was not simple.