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Chapter 97 Nastir: Can’T You Just Use Another Demon To Deceive Me?

Strange was desperate.

Upon learning that his hands were almost impossible to recover, he howled alone in the ward for a few minutes.

"Kaecilius!"

"Kaecilius!!"

"Kaecilius!!!"

This name was firmly engraved in Strange's heart.

Tears of hatred and despair slid down from the corners of his eyes.

But how could an ordinary person, a person with disabled hands, deal with someone who possessed extraordinary power?

Buzz——!

Just as Strange was in despair, a mysterious distortion in space suddenly appeared beside his hospital bed.

It was within arm's reach.

"This is..."

Strange was stunned.

As if guided by an unseen voice, he felt compelled to go.

"Give it a shot!"

"After all, I'm already a useless person!"

Finally, Strange gritted his teeth.

Enduring the intense pain, he freed himself from the restraints and rolled towards the distorted space.

In an instant, Strange disappeared from the ward.

"Stephen, I contacted the best neurosurgeon..."

Christine arrived at this moment.

But all she saw was an empty room, the hospital bed long devoid of any trace of Strange.

In the scorching realm of the Dark Dimension.

As usual, Mordo stayed by a river of magma, reminiscing about the past.

It wouldn't be long now.

Once the Lord and Lady Hela returned from Asgard.

It would join the army and head to the next hell, participating in a dimensional war.

"Who would have thought that I, Mordo, would one day participate in a dimensional war."

Mordo's face was filled with pride.

Completely ignoring the fact that it was the defeated side in the previous dimensional war.

"Like a dog?"

"What's wrong with being a dog?"

Nastier had completely adjusted his mindset.

Just be a dog!

Be a dog of humans!

Be the most loyal dog!

Eat the biggest piece of meat!

Thud!

While Nastier felt proud of himself,

A figure appeared out of thin air.

Fell down at its feet.

"Ah ah ah..."

Because he hit his injured hand when he fell, Strangel cried out in pain.

But after a couple of cries,

He saw the demon with a human body and a horse face - Nastier.

"Demon!"

Strangel's pupils contracted sharply.

No longer caring about the pain,

He looked around.

Only then did he realize that he had actually come to a place similar to hell.

Lava was everywhere, as well as pitch-black obsidian.

"Human?"

Nastier was confused by the sudden appearance of Strangel.

"Demon."

"Could this be the revenge opportunity given to me by God?"

Strangel muttered to himself.

Then,

He seemed to have made a decision.

Gritting his teeth, enduring the intense pain, he got up from the ground and knelt in front of Nastier.

"Oh no! You can't kneel! You can't kneel!"

"Get up quickly!"

Nastier was startled.

He quickly used his demonic power to resist Strangel's knees, preventing him from kneeling.

Human!

You are a human!

How can you kneel before a demon like me!

Luckily, Lord is not here, otherwise I would have to kowtow to you now!

Nastier felt a sense of relief in his heart.

I quickly looked around, afraid that this scene would be seen by other demons and they would go to report to Lord Chu Xiu.

"Great demon of hell!"

"My name is Stephen Strange, and I am currently in trouble in the mortal realm. I urgently need to borrow your power."

"For this, I am willing to offer my soul."

Strange saw a mysterious force preventing him from kneeling down, further confirming his inner thoughts.

Who would have expected such words?

"???"

Nastier had a puzzled expression.

You humans can't always catch a demon to take advantage of, can you?

Do you think I'm stupid?

You don't even change your rhetoric...

"Human, it's not that I don't want to give you power."

"It's mainly because you... Can you use a more novel set of rhetoric next time you deceive a demon?"

"It's really insulting to demons."

Nastier complained.

"Ah??"

"I, I didn't deceive you, I really want to offer my soul."

This time, Strange was dumbfounded.

Could the rumors be wrong?

Isn't it said that hell demons love to collect human souls the most?

But why doesn't this demon accept my sincere offer of soul?

"Yes, yes, you are willing to offer your soul, I believe you, yes, that's right."

Nastier had a "ah, yes, yes, you're right" expression.

And he would never be fooled.

Strange also had a bewildered expression.

The human and the demon were thus caught in a strange chain of suspicion.

J...

A loud noise came from the sky.

The thunderous sound seemed to tear open the sky of the Spirit Thin Prison.

Immediately after, all the lives in the Spirit Thin Prison witnessed the most shocking scene of their lives.

Especially Strange, who had just come into contact with the hidden side of the world.

His mouth grew wide open.

Boom...

Only to see a crack that pierced the sky suddenly appear in the sky.

Then, a huge pale sailboat slowly emerged from the crack.

That ship was incredibly enormous!

It seemed as if it was a warship specifically built for the Giant of the Sky!

The ship's body was pale, emitting a chilling coldness, and wherever it passed, the air condensed into ice.

Even the scorching hot Spirit Thin Prison began to snow heavily!

"What is this?"

Nastier, or rather every demon in hell, questioned.

They had never seen snow before!

Nor had they ever experienced coldness!

Ww

Strangel opened his mouth wide.

As the pale ship slowly moved away from the crack, he finally saw what kind of ship it was. It was pale all over, with the main frame made up of eerie white bones.

The hull was made up of densely packed scales, no, not scales like those of a fish, but nails!

It was made up of densely packed grayish-white Deadman nails!

Carrying a strong scent of death!

Strangel's body involuntarily began to tremble.

When he looked directly at this ship, he felt difficulty breathing, as if his throat was being choked.

This feeling was called death!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The pale ship emitted a rhythmic roar.

Accompanied by drumbeats.

Those were the roars of warriors!

"Roar———!"

A giant wolf with a massive body appeared at the bow, letting out a long howl.

And Chu Xiu and Hela were standing on top of the wolf's head.

"Hela, did you go a bit too far?"

"You can let the giant wolf Fenrir go, but you even emptied the Soul Castle's seat."

"You didn't leave him a single coffin, did you?"

Chu Xiu turned around and glanced at the Soul Castle warriors on the deck, unable to help but joke.

Hela didn't take anything from Odin's treasury.

She had her eyes on other things.

Such as her former mount, the Norse legend's "Sun-Eating Wolf" Fenrir.

And the brave souls in the Soul Castle!

"Darling, this is what I deserve."

Hela stroked Fenrir's fur.

A long-lost smile appeared on her face.

"And you don't really think... that was the real Soul Castle just now, do you?"

"I'm telling you, never believe Odin's words."

"That old man is very cunning."

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