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Single universe level... and it is very likely that he is the top powerhouse among the single universe level. Well, if Mephisto's real body comes, Skorchi will be very afraid in his heart, but if he only faces a clone, he will have nothing to worry about.

He immediately swung up the M16 and continued to smash it.

"You are so rude. You shouldn't treat a demon who is superior to you like this."

Mephisto immediately cast a large number of demonic spells, swallowing up the sky and the ground in an instant.

Skorch was also burned by the flames and suffered terrible injuries to his body. After all, this was the horrible fire from Mephisto, which was essentially a product of hell and something that the entire multiverse did not have.

Just a casual attack made Skorchi realize that he was no match for his opponent.

Even if he was facing an avatar whose overall strength was unknown, he would not be able to deal with it.

To put it bluntly, what is Skorch's current strength? He doesn't even have a weapon. His best performance in the parallel universe is a 50-50 fight with Thor, the god of thunder, who is holding Mjolnir.

In this universe, he has never developed to his peak, and is now probably at the bottom of the sub-god level. This is all thanks to the alien in his body that has enhanced his abilities.

The horrifying flames spread rapidly, and under Mephisto's control, they engulfed several aliens.

When Skorchi finally rushed out of the flames, his entire body was burned to almost a skeleton.

He looked around and found that Mephisto and the others had disappeared, as well as several aliens.

Kama Taj.

"I've already seen it."

Duva's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the teacup and drank it all. This unusual action made Gu Yi's expression slightly changed.

"It seems that Mephisto is really here?"

"Don't be too happy. It must be just a clone. I don't believe Mephisto would send his real body to our world where there is nothing."

Duval picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup.

Looking at the entire multiverse, Mephisto can almost be said to be the most frequently appearing demon, and he can be found in many well-known universes.

But to be honest, Mephisto has faced failure many times in many major events in the universe.

But this does not mean that Mephisto always gains nothing and is just a clown. Every action of His can more or less harvest a certain number of souls, take them back, and enrich His own strength.

"I just don't know how powerful Mephisto is when he enters our universe, but judging from his actions against Skorchi, Popotian is just a father in heaven, or maybe he doesn't even have a father in heaven, so it won't have too much impact." Duva said.

In some major events, Mephisto was killed like a dog many times. It was unknown how many Mephistos were in countless universes, but they were all killed in one go.

Again, as long as Mephisto does not truly become a multiverse-level demon like Cyttorak, on par with the other gods of creation such as Eternity and Death, there is still a fight to be had no matter how bad the situation is.

"Something is better than nothing. Besides, what the clone has experienced will eventually be noticed by Mephisto himself, and it will not affect the result of me gaining power from Mephisto."

Ancient One felt relieved, she had long been eyeing Mephisto, who had once stayed briefly on Earth in this universe, and now her chance had come.

Duval was not that interested in Mephisto. He could not gain any substantial benefit from fighting against a clone, but what about fighting against the real body? Mephisto used all his strength, but he was definitely at the level of a cosmic god. For Duval now, it was a little beyond the standard.

What's more, with Mephisto's cunning character, he would never send out his true form without huge benefits.

As for creating an opportunity to parasitize this great demon, opening up a demon branch, etc...

Although this Mephisto clone is a bit weak, since this guy dares to interfere in his affairs, he must be prepared to pay the price.

"Ancient One, you'd better act faster, just like the time when you took some power from Knull, you need to make a quick decision. If you are slow, I will kill Mephisto and I won't let you slow down my pace." Duval stood up, obviously having to do something.

Gu Yi didn't even move, still holding the teacup in his hand, feeling the temperature inside: "What are you going to do this time? Are you going to drag your alien army to hell like you did when you attacked Jotunheim and Atlantis?"

"Your proposal is great. I'm not sure if it will come true in the future, but it certainly won't happen now. Although I'm ambitious, I won't start a massive war without a plan. Even though the most powerful demon, Setorak, lives in the Crimson Universe, which is separated from the conventional dimension of Hell, the other great demons are not something I can deal with right now."

Attack Hell?

Marvel's hell and DC's hell are fundamentally different.

Marvel's hell is like an alternative multiverse, with countless hell dimensions of all sizes. Each of the larger dimensions is occupied by a great demon who serves as the lord of the dimension and divides the territory with other great demons.

When a great demon wants to occupy more dimensions, the Hell War will break out.

These different dimensions come together to form hell in a broad sense.

If Duva attacks some weak hell dimensions, then there is still hope, and he will have the opportunity to obtain a group of demon hosts.

But another thing to consider is that doing so would cause the aliens to leave the familiar environment of the multiverse and enter a completely different hellish world where even the rules of the world would be different. Even if the aliens could barely adapt, it would be questionable how much strength they could exert.

Ancient One did not stop Dua who was leaving on his own.

"Supreme Sorcerer, are we really not going to do anything? Based on his personality, I'm really worried that he will be blinded by the huge benefits and do something crazy."

Mordo was worried: "Although he has succeeded many times in the past, if he fails once, he will face an enemy that exceeds his current standards, and the entire earth will be affected... Not to mention that this time it is hell."

"He is smart and knows what to do. The worst that can happen is that we go to war with the hell where Mephisto is."

If it were in the past, Ancient One would never say such a thing. Instead, she would lock Duva into the mirror space and all the aliens in it.

Before training a qualified successor, Ancient One is still the Sorcerer Supreme, and she will try her best to reduce all risks.

But it’s no longer possible now. Facing Duval, who has protected the earth many times and has powerful combat power in his hands, what can Ancient One use to suppress him? Should he just use the Time Stone?

"We still need to find a suitable successor as soon as possible... Strange."

Ancient One still chose Strange over Kruger, Loki, Liana or Daredevil.

The gears of fate have begun to turn, and Ancient One has seen this deeply. She only needs to wait patiently for Strange's actions, but there are more important things now.

……

"The Ancient One of this universe is asking me to borrow power? This is a really strange request."

Mephisto noticed it immediately and looked shocked. He had never seen Ancient One borrow power from him, Mephisto, in his life.

Some Strange Sorcerer Supremes have done this kind of thing.

To be honest, seeking help from the great demon is not an uncommon thing for the Supreme Sorcerer, but the Supreme Sorcerers usually only seek the help of Cyttorak to cast some powerful magic, such as Cyttorak's Crimson Chain.

Mephisto felt very surprised and realized that this universe was so strange. After carefully understanding the timeline of this universe, he naturally realized that because of Duval, many things in this universe began to change beyond recognition and rushed in an unprecedented direction.

"Alien... what a strange creature, with extremely high intelligence. Now let me see what your soul tastes like."

Mephisto immediately took action to deprive the alien of its soul, but soon a look of surprise appeared on his face because the act of stripping encountered great resistance.

More scattered thoughts came, as if countless individuals were pulling and stopping him from taking away the alien's soul.

Mephisto finally succeeded. He carefully felt the alien's soul, but found that this soul seemed to be naturally missing the most critical part, which was the core of the soul - self-consciousness.

The alien's self-consciousness is connected to an unknown individual, forming a deep bond?

Dewar?

"So that's what's going on... I guess I have to try a different approach."

Mephisto muttered as he observed the entire earth. In his vertical pupils, a figure on the other side of the earth was clearly reflected.

Stephen Strange.

(End of this chapter)

107. Chapter 106: A Confusing and Strange Fate

Chapter 106: A mysterious and strange fate

What a terrible world this is.

Strange didn't know how many times he had cursed this.

Logically speaking, as a first-class neurologist, although he cannot be said to be the best in the world, he is bound to be treated with courtesy by major hospitals wherever he goes.

Money, status, reputation, and future are all things he lacks. No hospital can refuse an outstanding doctor of his level and will support him.

Especially in recent years, the world has changed so fast that the old worldview in the eyes of ordinary people has been shattered to pieces. Even things like gods have jumped out and appeared before the world.

Normally, Strange would only get more, because the more chaotic the world was, the more people were injured, and the more people would come to him for help.

But gradually, Strange found that although he had more business at hand, his mood was getting worse.

"I heard that nerve damage can be healed by being parasitized by aliens?"

Listen, another stupid patient asked him this question.

Sometimes Strange really wanted to take a scalpel and pry open the skulls of these patients to see how their brains worked.

Although he is a neurologist and not a brain doctor, he can also take a look at the nerve networks in the brain.

If these guys had a choice, wouldn't they want to obtain the alien's super self-healing ability? They wanted to, but the dignitaries with a certain status were afraid of the consequences of being controlled by Duva, and they were also very interested in things like health and longevity without sequelae.

Looking back and forth, hesitating to move forward, wanting all the benefits but not wanting to take any of the consequences.

Strange was really fed up with this group of people, and fed up with people praising the aliens in front of him.

As far as he knew, some doctors had already begun writing academic papers, talking about combining new-age medical techniques with aliens, as if doing everything as close to aliens as possible had become the code to wealth, and they were about to move in the direction of political correctness.

After all, no matter what disease you have, once you are parasitized by an alien, it seems that all problems will be solved. You can also become a superhuman. The strong body, the rapidly increased lifespan, and the most important sense of security deeply attract too many pretentious guys.

But the more the aliens give people a sense of being able to cure all diseases, then where should these highly skilled doctors be placed?

After work, Strange drove his sports car and decided to return to his villa.

He always suppresses his anger.

"Stephen, you should control your temper. Have you noticed that no one wants to deal with you recently?"

In the passenger seat, Strange's girlfriend Christina persuaded.

"That's enough. I don't want to be advised to reconcile with those idiots. I have never done anything wrong." Strange interrupted rudely.

But Christina just looked at his profile seriously: "Did you really do nothing wrong? For example, the vampire you kept at home? Don't tell me you don't know that the aliens are almost killing all the vampires."

"Damn it, he's different, he's my brother! I don't care if he's the Blood Baron as others call him, he's just my brother, that's all! With my wealth, I can provide him with a place to stay and buy some human blood to feed him regularly. It won't be a problem. I guarantee that he won't hurt anyone else!"

Strange was extremely angry: "I used money to buy human blood, and paid a high price to help those cash-strapped sellers solve their financial problems. They just needed to pay me for some blood. What's more, no one knows which volunteer their blood came from. What's wrong with me?"

Christina whispered, "If it was the previous world, you were certainly not wrong. Your brother is also a very kind person. I believe he can control himself very well... But now it's different. You have to deal with aliens or other superhumans more often. How long can you hide it? Do you really think you can keep it secret forever?"

There are many aliens around the world, and there will be even more in the future. Even if one day their number reaches tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, and they are everywhere on the streets, it is possible. It just depends on whether Duva wants to do so.

By that time, the entire earth will have no secrets in front of Dua, and even the surviving vampires will not be able to hide anything from Dua.

Who in the world doesn't know that Duva has an unusual preference for vampires? Duva will enthusiastically grab anything related to vampires.

At that time, Strange, who still stubbornly protects a vampire, especially a special vampire, will not end well.

Aliens are a brutal race after all. Even though experts are already studying alien language courses and letting humans learn the alien language, don't expect anyone to be able to communicate with aliens in a friendly manner, let alone reach any consensus.

"I remember you mentioned some time ago that you had rejected Bruce Banner's invitation. On the one hand, you rejected things that were beyond your ability, but on the other hand, you were confident that you could protect your brother with your own strength? Vampires can live for many years, right? Can you live for many years too?"

"Then what do you say we should do? Push my brother out and let him be captured by the aliens wandering outside? And before long, an alien will run up to me and say he is my brother in a strange language?"

"If you want to protect him for your entire life, you must have an equally long life. The easiest way to get a long life is to join the alien and become an alien. You and I both know that you can't afford the ALIEN potion, which is something that only billionaires can use for a long time. So, let's go back to the beginning. Maybe we can find a way to make your brother an alien, the kind that doesn't break his chest."

Christina tried to help Strange with some ideas. There was no other way. Who could have made her boyfriend's brother a vampire? Even if he was a mutant or any other race, it wouldn't give them such a headache.

The couple argued fiercely, but facing the world dominated by aliens, they could never come up with a perfect solution.

Strange drove a sports car at high speed on the winding mountain road.

Suddenly, Strange felt dazed. He widened his eyes and noticed a car suddenly appeared in front of him, as if it appeared out of nowhere. He instinctively turned the steering wheel.

The out-of-control vehicle suddenly rushed down the cliff, rolled at high speed and got stuck on a huge rock.

"Christina..."

Strachey felt severe pain all over his body, but he didn't care about it at all. He subconsciously reached out to touch his side, moved his eyes to look, and his whole body froze.

Christina's head was covered in blood. Such a beautiful girlfriend looked like a bloody person and had lost her life. It was a blessing that her body was preserved intact.

"No, that can't be the case. Why would this happen? Why did that damn car suddenly appear?"

In the face of the huge disaster, Strange's mind was full of random thoughts, because his subconscious told him that if he didn't do this, he would collapse in the face of the cruel reality.

Even though Strange, this conceited man, seems to care little about Christina, this does not conflict with the fact that he loves her.

Strange breathed heavily, and after quickly confirming it for more than ten seconds, he stared blankly at the corpse in front of him, wanting to die.

What's even more ironic is that Strange's hands were always on the steering wheel, and apart from some blood splatter, he was completely unharmed.

As a doctor, his hands were still safe and sound after such a serious car accident. This made Strange want to faint, hoping that all this was a dream, and when he woke up there would be breeze and sunshine again.

Gradually, thick fog rose on the cliff.

From his stiff and dull vision, Strange saw a tall old man walking slowly towards him.

The old man was walking in the fog as if he was walking on flat ground, but the actual space where he was should be a steep slope.