The Death Knell

"Don't cry, stand up and cast the spell."

Su Ming floated over and patted the tearful Monaco on the shoulder. The mage was squatting on the aerial roots of a nearby bush just like a farmer squatting on a field ridge.

A crustacean that looked a bit like a crab or a lobster was crawling through the shallow water in front of him. As a result, a few big drops of snot fell on its back shell. This startled the small animal, and it disappeared into the mud. .

"I'm fine, I'm just...sad."

Monaco replied with a painful look on his face, didn't his two rabbits die in vain? These are all his children!

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched. He was considering whether to suggest Monaco go to Africa or the Amazon River Basin and find a cannibal tribe for further training?

In those tribes, relatives are often eaten after they die. It is said that they are cannibals, but in fact it is better to say that it is a custom of eating corpses.

Su Ming was firmly against people eating people, but if it was eating rabbits, it should be okay, right?

Every time he fights Monaco, he wastes at least a dozen rabbits. What a pity. These rabbits are treated as children by him, and they are all fat and fat. Even if they are eaten, they cannot make up for the pain in their hearts. They can just replenish their bodies. .

I'm immersed in grief every day and shed tears at every turn. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with my nutrition. This won't work.

The nutrient solution from Ronan's place looks good. When we return to Earth, it's time to explain the idea of ​​popsicles to the following.

These miscellaneous thoughts just passed by in a flash. Su Ming landed and squatted next to Monaco. His cloak was pulled by him and tucked under his belly.

"Magic has a price, you know it."

"Yes... I know it, and I have never regretted it. It's just that sometimes, I have naive thoughts and wonder if there is magic that doesn't cost anything in this world."

Monaco took out a handkerchief, wiped his face, and blew his nose hard. His beard looked messy, and his big belly made him rock back and forth. His center of gravity was unstable for a while, and he almost fell into the mud.

Su Ming smacked his lips, but his disguised face remained expressionless.

As far as he knew, humans in the Marvel world basically couldn't get around the 'price' system if they wanted to cast spells, and Monaco was already considered good.

At least he also knows some shamanic skills in addition to black and white magic. There's no obvious cost to that weird power, other than nausea as a side effect.

Marvel shamanism is also called voodoo. The source of its power is Voodoo, a god with very weird interests. As long as you make him happy, you can gain power.

Generally speaking, shamanic spells often only require some disgusting things such as chicken eyeballs, bat guano, and toad eggs.

A lot of inexplicable and wonderful materials are put into the crucible, mashed and stirred, and then the head is raised and the mixture is suffocated, and then singing and dancing are enough.

As a man who has seen his little cousin’s true appearance, Monaco probably wouldn’t feel sick even if he really ate all these animal ingredients, right?

My little cousin has a shaman friend, codenamed Black Claw, who specializes in shamanistic necromancy and is good at manipulating weak undead and creating low-quality voodoo zombies.

In order to please the Voodoo God, he wears a yellow rooster hood all the year round. He always makes jokes while casting spells, and also likes to imitate the crow of a cock...

"My condolences, please take a rest."

Su Ming didn't know how to comfort Monaco. He lacked empathy for the dead rabbit and his brain circuits couldn't match it. How could he persuade him?

Ancient One asked Karma Taj's apprentices to practice martial arts, wasn't it just to reduce the number of spells cast as much as possible.

In the world of American comics, mages need strength and agility, and warriors need intelligence and charm. This is common sense to live well.

However, Monaco still stood up holding his belly. His tear-filled eyes were full of determination: "No need to rest. Let's continue. What do you need me to do?"

In the darkness, even the wind had stopped, and the sea water seemed to have stopped undulating, leaving only a faint salty smell.

Su Ming is not a pretentious person. Anyway, if things here are over as soon as possible, Monaco can also rest early. He has his own plan to deal with the big snake.

"Teleportation array, Mephisto's hell."

There is no way, Mephisto's territory is not included in the Nine Realms, and the Rainbow Bridge is blocked, so he can only rely on black magic.

If there is no mage at hand, setting a trap to catch the Ghost Rider can achieve the same effect, which allows Mephisto to take the initiative to come to Su Ming.

It's just that Su Ming is not familiar with the current Ghost Rider. He should be the one riding a horse? He had a plan to deal with the Ghost Rider, but it was always troublesome to provoke an undead monster whose body was on fire for no reason.

Monaco took a deep breath, and immediately walked out of the mangrove forest. On the beach where the ground was relatively solid, he pulled out a dagger and cut his palm open, and began to draw the magic circle with blood.

Many hell magics are related to flesh and blood. If you want to sneak into hell, it is safest to use blood to set up magic circles. It is also more effective to use flesh and soul as sacrifices to summon demons from hell.

At this time, Su Ming was still a little touched. What a good comrade the magic prince Monaco was. He shed blood and tears for a goal that he could not even understand without complaining.

Monaco's family is well off and lacks nothing. Su Ming can only wait until he returns to Earth to give him more high-quality breeding rabbits as a token of his gratitude. The company's popsicles are also made and he will be given more as a gift.

But as soon as the magic circle lit up, Su Ming immediately ordered the two of them to stand by and maintain the portal, and he walked in alone.

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If Surtur's hell is dominated by flames, with lava and high temperatures everywhere, then Mephisto's hell is quite comprehensive, with some energy of all kinds here.

Darkness, fire, flesh and blood, death, he can see it all here.

The location of the teleportation is unclear, but the first thing that welcomed the three people was screams. There was a pillar standing on top of a pile of bones, with a non-humanoid stump tied to it. It was he who screamed.

Two hellhounds were eating his intestines. The surrounding environment was in a mess. Blood was falling from the sky like a fountain, swinging as the dogs' heads were torn apart.

Su Ming had no intention of intervening. This was a soul. Maybe it was a human before, but not now.

There are many souls falling into hell, and Mephisto likes to torture souls in various ways for fun. His place is the largest concentration camp in all hell planes.

He doesn't really need souls to serve him, he just likes the screams or moans of these souls. He treats them as physical instruments.

Souls are in Hell, serving as both labor and currency, and Mephisto, as a lord, is wealthy.

However, according to the comic settings, Mephisto’s immediate boss is actually ‘Death’. Death is the creator and master of Death, the King of Hell, and the Demon King of Hell in all myths and legends of the multiverse.

Su Ming has seen the death of DC, but has no plans to see the death of Marvel. The personification of 'death' here is too much, and the character is super complicated.

However, this does not prevent Mephisto from harvesting the essence of the soul and obtaining powerful power. How to use the soul energy depends on the abilities of the demons.

Su Ming escaped from Heimdall's sight, immediately changed back to his original appearance, took off his helmet and smoked a cigarette. The air here is filled with the smell of sulfur and blood. Even if you close your eyes, you will know that you are in hell.

It is almost impossible to defeat a lord in hell, but Su Ming did not intend to take action on this trip, but came to chat and find out information.

Not only were there people on this pile of bones, but looking around, similar bone mounds filled the field of vision, stretching to the foot of the mountains hanging with lava in the distance.

The job of these hellhounds is to ensure that these souls wail in different tones to please the owner of this hell. Although it was a question of whether Mephisto could still hear him after a distance of more than ten kilometers, they worked very seriously.

When souls are in hell, they are in a state of chaos most of the time. They can feel pain, but have no wisdom in life. They are like lumps of flesh, cycling between torture and torture.

To be tortured, to be repaired by the energy of hell, to be tortured again.

Generally speaking, the souls of ordinary people who die will go directly to the palace of death through the scythe of death, while those who appear in hell have signed a contract with the devil during their lifetime.

Either you are a fool or you deserve it.

It is actually very strange for a living person like Su Ming to appear here. Many hellhounds' blood-red eyes have turned to him, and they have even put down the work at hand.

But it doesn't matter. Su Ming has been to the hell in DC next door a lot. Constantine's example has already taught him that in hell, you don't have to worry about anything, just hold a cigarette in your mouth and achieve your goals.

And the biggest bargaining chip is your own soul.

"Don't look at me, you continue, I'm looking for Mephisto." Su Ming passed through the gap between the bones, and patted the head of a hell dog, staining his hand with blood: "Tsk, still... It’s quite real.”

The energy of hell gives these souls temporary bodies so that they can feel pain, so these flesh and blood are between the boundary between existence and non-existence. As long as Su Ming leaves here, he will be clean.

Moreover, these nihilistic things will not fill the bellies of hellhounds. Instead, hunger and blood will make them 'work' more seriously.

The hellhounds didn't respond at all, maybe because they didn't understand the language. They didn't make any move to attack, they just stared at his back silently with their eyes, stepping on broken bones and dirty blood as they walked further and further away.

To be honest, the feeling of being stared at by a group of bloodthirsty beasts will make people's hair stand on end subconsciously. This is the body's instinctive reaction.

But Su Ming is not in this case. The emotion of fear does not exist in his heart. He is the one who controls fear.

Still holding a cigarette in his mouth, he lowered his head and headed towards the mountain in the distance, where Mephisto was.

After crossing the smelly creek and stepping on the rattling bones, Su Ming arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw a group of demons and the maids of destruction.

He could actually fly up directly and appear in front of Mephisto, but that would be too impolite. After all, he was still the king of this plane. It was best to find someone to inform him and go through the process.

But seeing the current posture on the other side, Mephisto seems to be planning to weigh Su Ming's weight?