Chapter 181: The Brutalized Avengers! Vision is also in a terrible state right now.
Its indestructible Vibranium body was snapped in half, and one of its arms is nowhere to be found.
Wanda slumped in the mud, panting heavily.
The surrounding crimson Chaos Magic flickered on and off.
"What the hell, where did this lunatic pop out from?"
"How is her strength so ridiculously powerful."
Tony Stark gritted his teeth and complained.
"Not clear."
"But we have to find helpers."
Wanda gasped and squeezed out a sentence, and immediately the crimson energy in her hands flared up violently.
A distress signal was instantly transmitted far away.
At the very same time,
Rayne was staying in the library browsing ancient classics.
For a magician,
knowledge is equivalent to combat power.
The foundation of a mage is constantly absorbing knowledge.
As the number one combat power of Kamar-Taj,
Rayne naturally had to store a massive amount of learning.
Take the present for example,
he was browsing the book of the vishanti.
This thing represents the supreme might of the Vishanti.
Completely different from conventional books, there was no handwriting written all over the inside at all.
On the contrary,
the entire book was blank.
Nothing could be seen.
Only when the reader's power and mental strength meet the standard,
will the book targetedly stuff knowledge into your brain.
It contained the rules of the operation of the Universe and the most core truth of magic.
Rayne was reading with rapt attention.
But,
just as he was immersed in the ocean of knowledge,
a trace of crimson light flashed abruptly.
Rayne frowned slightly,
and directly reached out to pinch the red light.
"A bit interesting, Chaos Magic?"
Rayne felt slightly surprised.
This special energy, across the entire Earth, no one possessed it except Wanda.
Why was Wanda suddenly looking for him?
Wanda was actually not born knowing how to use Chaos Magic.
She herself was a Mutant.
Her innate talent was called probability modification.
It could forcibly change the probability of an event happening.
Later on,
the dark demon Chthon targeted Wanda, and poured his own source energy into her body.
This gave birth to Chaos Magic.
This was a top-tier mighty power beyond imagination.
If cultivated to the apex, it could even directly reset the multiverse.
Looking across the entire Avengers, Wanda's potential definitely ranked first.
It was also because of this reason,
after the conclusion of the previous ultimate war, he had once proactively recruited Wanda,
wanting to let her enter Kamar-Taj for further studies.
If she really came, Rayne was even willing to spare time to guide her personally.
It's just a pity,
the little girl's mind was only filled with wanting to live a shameless World for two with Vision.
Rayne did not plan to force it either.
After leaving a trace of contact energy, he headed back.
Carefully calculating,
it had been a long time since their last meeting.
Why did she think of looking for him for reinforcements today?
"Suddenly popped out a powerful mage?"
"Proficient in top-tier black magic? Can't check the background?"
Rayne's brows furrowed together.
He knew very well in his heart that
there were actually some wild mages lurking on the surface of Earth.
When all is said and done,
the title of Sorcerer Supreme inherently meant the peak of the mage circle.
However,
through the changes of long years,
most spellcasters had long since died out in the long river of history.
The only scaled magic sanctuary left now was Kamar-Taj.
As for the guys who specialized in researching black magic, they hadn't shown their faces for several centuries.
Today,
how could one pop up for no reason?
Rayne instantly got interested.
Coincidentally,
having been in seclusion and studying for so long, it was just the right time to take the opportunity to go out and get some fresh air.
Rayne sensed slightly along the energy guidance,
and immediately locked onto the location where Wandawas.
Immediately after,
his figure instantly shifted to Westview.
As soon as he landed,
he saw Spider-Man tightly bound by a lump of pitch-black energy, being crazily smashed down onto the ground by someone like a sandbag.
Fortunately, this kid had strong resistance to blows;
after being tossed back and forth like this, he was actually still breathing.
Rayne frowned slightly.
Snap.
Rayne flicked his fingers gently.
The black magic entangling Agatha's entire body instantly dissipated completely.
Spider-Man also fell to the ground in the momentum, regaining his freedom.
"Mr. Rayne, thank you for your action!"
Spider-Man scrambled to say thanks, and bolted back into the Avengers camp.
Rayne raised his eyes to look.
The Avengers right now were simply too miserable to look at.
One by one, they were covered in dirt and ashes, looking just like they had just been dug out from an artillery shell crater.
Even more disheveled than refugees.
Where was there any shred of the glorious appearance of superheroes?
Rayne glanced at Agatha opposite him with slight surprise.
This crazy woman's strength was so fierce?
Because the opponent's body surface was filled with chaotic and violent energy, Rayne didn't see through the opponent's specific depth for a moment.
"Forget it, let's test the waters with a couple of moves first."
Rayne muttered to himself.
Being able to beat the Avengers group into such a miserable state,
this opponent definitely had some tricks up her sleeve.
"Ding!"
"The magic Chains you mastered have sensed your eager battle intent, and are already trembling with excitement right now."
"Your magic ray is about to erupt with incredible lethality."
"Other spells will only add to your blockage, I'm different, I only feel heartache for master."
Rayne got goosebumps all over from listening.
A faint light lit up casually at his fingertips, and a magic ray bombarded straight out.
Is this system taking the wrong medicine!
Why are the magics he awakened all of this bizarre style?
Rayne sighed helplessly,
desperately trying to drive the previous spoof prompt sound out of his mind.
After tidying up his mood,
he raised his head,
and saw at a glance that the Avengers crowd was staring at him like looking at a monster, their jaws almost dropping to the ground.
"What for? Why are you all looking at me with this kind of gaze?"
Rayne raised his eyebrows and asked.
The whole audience was dead silent.
After holding back for a long time,
Tony Stark stuttered and managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"Brother, what did you just do, don't you have any idea in your heart?"
"What did I do?"
Rayne was full of puzzlement.
"Turn around and take a look for yourself."
Tony Stark covered his face speechlessly.
Rayne turned his head to look.
On the surface behind him, an unfathomable and terrifying chasm had been plowed out at some unknown time.
Half of the town's area had directly evaporated from the World.
Agatha, who was previously strutting and floating in mid-air, didn't even have a single strand of hair left.
Fortunately, the residents of the town noticed the commotion and had fled for their lives long ago.
Otherwise, Rayne's basic attack this time,
would definitely have caused heavy casualties.
"Isn't this enemy too unable to take a beating?"
Rayne casually complained.
"Unable to take a beating?!"
Tony Stark's eyeballs were almost popping out.
Look,
everyone listen.
Is this something a normal carbon-based lifeform can say?
He actually dislikes that the opponent is too weak!
Is there any justice left?
If the opponent counts as a weakling,
what kind of good-for-nothings are they, these superheroes?
They had been pinned to the ground by someone single-handedly and frictioned crazily for a long time!
Their bones were almost beaten apart.
Such a terrifying formidable enemy,
was actually vulnerable in Rayne's eyes?
Where can one reason with this?
The most infuriating thing was,
he had seen it clearly just now, Rayne had merely flicked his finger casually!
He didn't use any trump card bottom-of-the-box techniques at all.
Tony Stark hadn't known Rayne for just a day or two.
He was crystal clear about what big weapons Rayne held in his hands.
The amethyst longsword seen before, and the overwhelmingly domineering binding chains.
These were Rayne's true trump cards.
But what about right now?
Just a most basic energy ray,
and it instantly blasted the Witch who almost wiped them out into slag.
Even splitting open a massive rift along the way.
What level of monster is this anyway?
If this kind of opponent could only be rated with the word "weak", wouldn't their entire Avengers be even worse than garbage?
Tony Stark had the heart to die.
This billionaire slumped decadently in the ruins, his whole face written with doubt about the World.
Right at this moment,
Rayne instead frowned tightly.
This crazy woman was clearly blasted into slag,
why hadn't the residual energy fluctuations around completely dissipated yet?
It seems that the real mastermind hiding in the dark and making trouble hasn't appeared yet!
Chapter 182: Ryan vs. Hell Demon! Ryan raised his eyebrows slightly and said casually,
"Are you going to show yourself obediently, or do you want to force me to drag you out?"
Ryan hovered quietly in mid-air, locking his gaze on a patch of void in front of him.
Time ticked away second by second.
That corner remained completely motionless.
The Avengers down below looked at each other in dismay.
They stared at Ryan above, even suspecting if this super sorcerer had used too much force just now and something was wrong with his head.
Ryan didn't care about the gazes of those people below at all and continued unhurriedly,
"It seems you really enjoy playing the coward."
"Since that's the case, I'll just have to go to a little trouble."
As soon as his voice fell, Ryan's right hand suddenly reached forward.
A giant energy hand, fully over a hundred meters long, instantly condensed in the void.
Carrying an unstoppable momentum, this giant hand fiercely grabbed towards the direction locked by his gaze.
This move of Ryan's
actually imitated the ultimate move of Oblivion from before.
Don't look at it as seemingly just an unpretentious giant hand on the surface.
Its internal structure was complex to the extreme.
Countless densely packed magic runes continuously deconstructed and regrouped within it, piecing together this giant hand.
Once unleashed, its lethality was definitely not to be underestimated.
Just at the moment the giant hand was about to fall,
a flash of scarlet light suddenly streaked across the previously empty void.
This red light was completely different from the pure, violent blood color of Cyttorak.
It also had a fundamental difference from the reality-altering Chaos Magic on Wanda's body.
This trace of red light exuded a creepy, evil nature.
Just taking a glance would make one's heartbeat accelerate and feel restless.
Immediately following,
a middle-aged man wearing a suit and dressed refinedly flew out leisurely from the red light.
This guy's appearance was quite good-looking.
Walking on the street, he would definitely be mistaken for an executive of some multinational corporation.
What a pity,
in Ryan's eyes,
this sanctimonious skin could not play any role at all.
what he saw
was a cluster of scarlet, evil energy constantly twisting and deforming.
This cluster of energy had no fixed form.
For a moment it turned into an octogenarian, then a tender child, and then a young man or a woman... various faces changed crazily like a lantern.
It seemed as if it would never stop.
Ryan's brows instantly knitted into a tight knot.
"My friend, I just happened to be passing by."
"You started hitting people without saying a word."
"Doesn't this seem a bit against the rules?"
The man in the suit spoke in a gentle tone, like a wronged good guy.
"Passing by?"
"As a dignified Great Demon King of Hell, sneaking and hiding in this out-of-the-way place, you're telling me you're just passing by?"
"Mephisto, this trick of yours to fool children doesn't work on me at all."
Ryan mercilessly exposed the other party's bottom line.
After seeing through this guy's true form at a glance,
Ryan guessed his identity.
In those messy different dimensions around Earth,
the most headache-inducing demon god was actually not Dormammu or Shuma-Gorath, those guys who relied on brute force,
but the Mephisto right in front of him.
Because this old ghost was simply too cunning.
He never easily exposed his true body, and every time he appeared he would put on a brand new disguise, spinning mortals around in circles.
If Ryan hadn't fought to the death with Oblivion before and absorbed a large wave of experience and buffs given by the system,
today he might not really have been able to see through this old fox's background at a glance.
Now that the main culprit had been dragged out,
Ryan felt much more at ease in his heart.
"Young sorcerer,"
"You can see through my disguise at a glance. It seems you are not one of those ignorant country bumpkins."
"I wonder whose master is your mentor? Maybe we are even old acquaintances."
Mephisto still maintained that smiling-tiger look, probing to find out his background.
"Ancient One."
Ryan lightly spat out two words.
The fake smile on Mephisto's face instantly froze.
His relationship with the Ancient One was definitely as incompatible as fire and water.
What made him the most aggrieved was that
in this realm of Earth, he was suppressed by the dimension and couldn't beat the Ancient One at all.
Several times as soon as he popped up, he was chased and killed by the Ancient One holding a sword across more than half of Earth.
The countless conspiracies he painstakingly managed were all ruthlessly torn to pieces by the Ancient One.
If he were to make a must-kill list,
the Ancient One would definitely steadily occupy the top spot in Mephisto's heart.
"So it's a high disciple of Kamar-Taj."
"No wonder your means are so remarkable."
Mephisto flattered with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
"However, I haven't provoked you, have I?"
"Isn't it a bit domineering of you to block my way like this?"
Mephisto continued to play the victim.
"You haven't provoked me?"
"Don't tell me that good show down below just now was merely a beautiful misunderstanding?"
Ryan sneered with disdain.
Mephisto was rendered speechless by the retort.
Ryan followed up with another slash.
"Step back ten thousand steps, even if you hadn't done anything today, I would definitely not let you go."
"The Sorcerer Supreme taught us back then."
"Whenever you see Mephisto,"
"no matter what he is doing, beating him to death first is always right."
Ryan's tone was icy cold, carrying a hint of mockery.
Hearing this, Mephisto's mouth twitched fiercely a few times.
This group of lunatics from Kamar-Taj!
Simply unreasonable!
Especially that woman named Ancient One.
Why hasn't this old hag died yet!
Mephisto's eyes narrowed into slits, and his gaze became incomparably venomous.
"It seems today's matter cannot end well."
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Accompanied by an angry shout, a viscous scarlet energy erupted roarfully from within Mephisto's body.
The surrounding space was instantly filled with this eerie red mist.
However,
Mephisto did not rush up to fight to the death.
He very decisively tore apart with both hands.
The space behind him was forcibly ripped open with a gap, and he drilled in without hesitation, preparing to slip away.
Are you kidding me!
As a dignified hell demon, his specialty was stabbing people in the back. Who would be full and bored enough to fight to the death with a violent sorcerer?
Anyway, he had secretly left a mark on that girl possessing Chaos Magic.
Whenever he wanted, he could make a comeback at any time.
Once he had rested and built up his strength,
whether it was this girl's magic or the eyesore Kamar-Taj, he would sweep them all away together!
Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Mephisto's mouth.
As long as he stepped into this crack and returned to his hellish lair,
even if the Ancient One came in person, she wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
But
just as half of his body had just poked into the spatial crack,
a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.
Mephisto broke out in a cold sweat, and without even thinking, he tried his best to retreat sharply backwards.
"Want to run?"
"Do you think this is a place you can come and go as you please?"
A lazy yet murderous voice exploded abruptly in Mephisto's ears.
Mephisto's face instantly turned darker than the bottom of a pot.
"Bastard."
"How on Earth did you see through my truth and falsehoods?"
Mephisto was utterly baffled.
That red mist was his trump card illusion magic.
Not only could it block vision, it could even completely disrupt a sorcerer's spiritual sense.
This young man,
by what right could he accurately lock onto his position?
This completely defied common sense!
"Save it, the spatial coordinates of this area have long been locked down by me."
"You can't fly away."
Ryan looked at him coldly.
Only at this moment did Ryan deeply appreciate the benefits of leaning against a big tree for shade.
Sorcerer Ancient One and Mephisto had fought for so many years,
and had long since figured out this old devil's temperament, character, and magic routines inside and out, recording them all in the top-secret archives of the library.
Whenever Ryan had free time, he liked to peruse these classics.
That targeted intelligence had long taken root in his mind.
For Mephisto to want to slip away under his nose using such a dime-a-dozen trick
was purely daydreaming.
"Don't struggle, Mephisto. Bring out your true abilities and let me witness the means of you, this Demon King."
Ryan chuckled softly.
Flipping his wrist, a magic longsword exuding a deep purple glow instantly condensed in his palm.
Mephisto only felt his teeth aching.
He was a noble devil, not that kind of barbarian who only knew how to shout and kill!
He preferred sitting behind the scenes, appreciating the look of his prey struggling in despair.
But right now,
his retreat was completely sealed off.
Apart from fighting head-on, he had no other choice.
Mephisto abruptly pushed forward with both hands.
Seven or eight ferocious skulls condensed from scarlet energy opened their bloody mouths and pounced howling towards Ryan.
These skulls continuously emitted harsh, shrill screams in mid-air, attempting to disintegrate the enemy's mind.
Unfortunately,
this kind of mental attack couldn't even count as an itch to Ryan.
His mental barrier had long been polished into an indestructible state through countless practices.
Ryan was even too lazy to take another glance.
With a casual wave of his sword,
a sharp purple sword radiance flashed past, and those oncoming skulls were instantly slashed into pieces all over the ground, dissipating in the air.
"Just this little capability?"
"Isn't this Demon King a bit too watery?"
Ryan shook his head with slight disappointment, then his figure flashed, and he raised his sword to hack towards Mephisto.
"Ignorant junior!"
"When I galloped across the Multiverse, your Grandpa's Grandpa hadn't even been reincarnated yet!"
When had Mephisto ever suffered such humiliation? He cursed angrily.
Following closely, an extremely scorching orange-red hellfire gushed out from his palm,
carrying a terrifying high temperature that burned everything, directly burning towards Ryan's face.
Chapter 183: Abandoning magic, Muscle Crushing!
An energy round shield materialized in front of Ryan out of thin air, forcefully intercepting the incoming attack.
High in the air, the two figures crossed paths, fighting fiercely with no clear winner as colorful bursts of energy continuously erupted.
In the ruins below,
several superheroes of the Avengers were completely dumbfounded as they watched.
It was simply like looking up at two supersonic fighter jets engaging in fierce combat in the clouds.
Even though their necks had long been sore and aching, they remained completely unaware, their eyes locked intently on the sky.
After quite a while,
Tony Stark abruptly snapped back to reality.
"Mephisto, the Hell Lord?"
"This name... sounds so familiar."
"Good god, could this old monster be the demon Kingruling hell in myths?"
Tony Stark's face turned pale, and terror filled his heart.
What kind of monster was Ryan anyway?
To actually go head-to-head against the legendary supreme demon King of hell?!
...
Deep within the Universe,
Eternity, the cosmic entity, had been in an exceptionally good mood lately.
It was no secret in the highest circles of the Universe that he and another deity, Annihilation, loathed each other.
It was just a pity that
in the past, Eternity was always the suppressed party.
Due to certain restrictions of power laws,
in countless clashes with Annihilation, he almost always came out on the losing end.
Whenever he encountered Annihilation, he always felt a cut below, harboring deep frustration inside.
Who could have expected!
Matters had taken a turn.
A human youth he had been secretly paying attention to
actually helped him vent some pent-up anger.
Not long ago, Annihilation had been bored out of his mind and insisted on running over to Universe 616 to cause trouble.
And the result? He got beaten up soundly and fled back in dejection.
When he first heard the news,
Eternity almost laughed out loud amidst the starry sky.
That wasn't even the end of it.
He specifically ran to Annihilation's territory and ruthlessly mocked him to his face.
Seeing Annihilation's expression looking as unsightly as if he had swallowed a dead mouse,
Eternity felt immensely gratified, even more comfortable than absorbing the energy of a galaxy.
What else in the world could be more exhilarating than watching his arch-nemesis take a hit?
After swaggering around in Annihilation's territory for a bit,
a furious Annihilation directly flipped the table and blasted him out.
Eternity wasn't angry either; he dusted off his pants and decided to take a trip to Earth.
He was simply too curious.
What on Earth did this kid Ryan eat growing up? And how did he cultivate?
How could his strength skyrocket so fiercely like riding a Rocket?
With a slight shift of his consciousness,
the vast starry sky folded beneath his feet.
The next second, Eternity descended upon Earth.
He transformed into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in a suit, and his majestic, formless mental power swept across the globe like ripples, searching for Ryan's trace.
In the blink of an eye,
Ryan's coordinates were locked onto.
Feeling the violently boiling magic fluctuations over there,
Eternity understood tacitly; the little fellow was fighting someone again.
With another flash of thought,
Eternity appeared directly ten thousand meters above Ryan's battlefield, overlooking the fierce battle below with great interest.
"A lord from a different dimension?"
"His strength is passable; just right to be used as a whetstone to let me see the true background of you little monster."
Eternity touched his chin and nodded slightly in approval.
Among dimension lords, their strengths differed as vastly as heaven and Earth.
The power of top-tier dimension demon gods could even surpass creation gods like them.
For example, Cyttorak of the Crimson Universe; the entire Crimson Dimension was his absolute home turf, and there, he was nearly invincible.
The red-skinned old ghost getting beaten below... oh no, fighting Ryan below, although incomparable to a freak like Cyttorak, had methods that were quite sinister and tricky.
Eternity really wanted to witness
what Earth-shattering magic Ryan would pull out to break the deadlock.
Thinking this, Eternity simply conjured a rocking chair in the clouds, sitting comfortably to watch the show.
On the battlefield below,
Ryan and Mephisto were locked in a fiercely blinding battle.
Mephisto truly lived up to being an ancient schemer of hell who had lived for countless years.
His methods of toying with magic and manipulating souls could be described as reaching the pinnacle.
The endless stream of soul-interference spells
made Ryan feel somewhat restricted as well.
Especially that undefendable mental piercing scream just now, which even caused a half-second pause in Ryan's consciousness.
This was the reason why Ryan hadn't been able to press this old ghost onto the ground and rub him for so long.
Not only was the magic sinister and vicious,
this old bastard also had an absurdly high number of trump cards for escaping and self-preservation.
His entire being radiated a sickeningly repulsive vibe.
"Ding!"
"Host irritability detected. Your [Natural Ultimate Technique] feels extremely displeased."
"A brand-new combat stance has been unlocked for you!"
"As long as the host abandons casting any magic, you will gain [Absolute magic-Breaking Power]."
"Passive effect: Every physical attack of yours can directly burn and destroy the target's magic origin, leaving them defenseless."
"Technique message: Mages who hide in the back throwing fireballs are all softies; flesh-pounding muscle crushing is the only truth of the Universe!"
The crisp and pleasant system prompt exploded in his mind.
Ryan's lips curled up.
Waving his hands, the dazzling magic longsword condensed in his hands instantly dissipated into nothingness.
He twisted his neck and began to loosen his wrists.
"Crack, crack... snap..."
The crisp popping sound of joints was clearly audible across the battlefield.
Not far opposite, Mephisto, watching Ryan actively dismiss his magic armament,
had his glowing red eyeballs almost pop out of their sockets, his face filled with absurdity and bewilderment.
"You lifted your magic?"
"Could you possibly want to beat King to death with your mortal fists?"
Mephisto felt that Ryan's brain had water in it, and sulfuric acid at that.
You are a mystic arts master of Kamar-Taj!
Instead of bombarding wildly with magic,
you want to engage in hand-to-hand combat with me using your bare fists?
Was your brain kicked by a donkey!
I am the noble Hell Lord Mephisto!
Even if you used forbidden magic, you might not necessarily be able to harm my origin.
Using a mortal flesh body?
What difference does that make from courting death?
A sneer of contempt curled up the corner of Mephisto's mouth.
However, the mockery on his face had yet to fully bloom.
Within his field of vision, Ryan's figure abruptly vanished.
Alarm bells rang wildly in Mephisto's heart, and he raised his hand wanting to instantly cast a defensive spell.
Unfortunately,
it was too late.
Before magic light could light up on his fingertips,
a heart-rending, terrifying pain came from his abdomen.
As if struck head-on by a supernova.
He instinctively hunched his body, looking like a boiled shrimp.
The scream was still stuck in his throat without being let out.
Violent power poured onto his back once more.
Mephisto was beaten dumbfounded.
What made him feel even deeper terror was that
the vast, sea-like magic power within his body had unexpectedly evaporated a portion out of thin air!
Although it was just a tiny wisp, to a Hell Lord who regarded magic power as his life, this feeling was too clear and too terrifying.
Giving him no chance to catch his breath,
a rainstorm-like onslaught of fist shadows completely overwhelmed him.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
The muffled sounds of physical impacts were endless.
Mephisto discovered in terror that
his origin magic power was draining away at a crazy speed.
Not only that,
every time he risked severe injury to forcefully chant a spell, the magic power gathered within his body would be brutally scattered.
It was just like a machine running at full load, having its power cord forcibly yanked out by someone!
Just two syllables into the incantation, the magic power supply directly suffered a cliff-like stall.
"Bastard!"
"What did you, this damned bug, do to me?!"
Mephisto completely panicked.
What kind of wicked art did this kid use!
Why was his own magic power burning away crazily?
Why couldn't he even cast the simplest fireball spell?
Mephisto felt like he wanted to die.
He wasn't one of those brainless, muscle-headed low-level demons in hell who only knew how to brawl!
He was a devil, a master of toying with souls and magic!
When it came to hand-to-hand combat skills, he couldn't even beat the lowest-level Dretch!
At this very moment,
facing Ryan's storm-like fists that were too fast to see shadows of,
other than taking a passive beating, he unexpectedly had no power to fight back at all.
Where on Earth did this monster pop out from, damn it!
Tears of frustration burst from the corners of Mephisto's eyes.
Above the clouds,
Eternity, who was preparing to watch a magnificent magicduel, almost spat out the tea in his mouth.
He was completely dumbfounded.
As a creation god, his vision was naturally far beyond what Mephisto could compare to.
He keenly perceived the truth.
Every punch Ryan threw
was wrapped with an extremely tiny yet indestructible strange law chain, forcefully smashing into Mephisto's devilish body.
It was these law chains that were crazily burning and devouring Mephisto's power.
Eternity knew he could easily accomplish such high-level techniques himself.
It was nothing more than using specific conflicting laws to carry out a dimensional reduction strike.
But!
Driving in one, two, or even dozens of law chains was a piece of cake for him.
What about hundreds or thousands of them?!
That kid Ryan...
in just under a minute, exactly how many punches had he thrown?
Tens of thousands of tiny law chains, following his fist wind, were nailed tightly into Mephisto's body!
This scene made even the knowledgeable creation god feel a scalp-numbing sensation.
This kid...
simply wasn't human! He was a monster!
Even a perpetual motion machine couldn't squander the power of laws so unrestrainedly, right!
Tens of thousands of law chains!
Do you think these are cabbages by the roadside that you can just pick up for free?!
Chapter 184: How could a dignified hell lord actually back down on the spot?
The power of laws can be considered the absolute cornerstone of the operation of the Universe.
Only the top-tier powerhouses are qualified to touch and invoke it.
Every single law contains might capable of destroying the heavens and extinguishing the Earth; once unleashed, the effect is simply unimaginable.
Take the laws that Ryan is currently executing as an example; they are simple and brutal: wildly incinerating all magic and energy.
Eternity up in the clouds secretly speculated.
Oblivion was probably beaten flat by this unreasonable combo.
Not to mention Oblivion, even if several of those creation gods had their divine power sources drained, their ends probably wouldn't be much better.
That brat Ryan simply completely counters all life forms that rely on energy!
However.
This little monster is simply too outrageous.
The chains of laws that others view as treasures are thrown around casually in his hands like wholesale Chinese cabbage from a vegetable market, completely worthless.
When they met last time.
This young man clearly wasn't yet strong to this extent.
Ghost knows how he cultivated behind the scenes; his strength shot upward like riding a Rocket.
Eternity helplessly shook its head, leaving only a deep bitter smile on its face.
...
The line of sight returned to the battlefield below.
Mephisto was a demonic lord of a region after all.
But right now.
After all, he had left his own base camp.
After leaving the hell dimension, his proud strength inevitably plummeted by a large margin.
Now on Earth.
He had completely been reduced to a punching bag being unilaterally beaten by Ryan.
Storm-like fists frantically smashed down; Mephisto only felt his vision darken, as if he had turned into a lonely boat in violent winds and raging waves, suffering ruthless devastation.
Even the opportunity to catch his breath was stripped away.
He was relying entirely on his perverted vitality as a dimensional demon god to stubbornly hold on.
If it were an ordinary powerhouse, he would have been blasted into fragments filling the sky by now.
After continuously outputting for quite a while.
Ryan furrowed his brow slightly, quickly sensing that something was wrong.
This red-skinned old ghost's bones were truly hard enough.
After taking so many hits, he actually still hasn't died.
What was even more eerie.
He discovered that the magic reserve within the opponent's body actually showed no trend of completely hitting rock bottom at all.
Ryan immediately reined in his fists, pulling back and violently retreating several meters.
"As expected of an old monster that has monopolized a dimension."
"Dimension lords indeed have some tricks."
Ryan sighed indifferently.
Although dimensional demon gods would become weaker when leaving their base camp, this was an unavoidable restriction.
But having an independent dimension as backing, the benefits were equally huge.
Right before his eyes was the most intuitive manifestation.
The energy was almost inexhaustible.
The distant hell dimension was crossing endless space, continuously transporting magic to Mephisto to extend his life.
As long as they kept fighting like this, they could definitely wear Mephisto to Death alive.
After all, the energy of hell could not possibly truly not run dry even a single drop.
It's just that.
If he really wanted to grind him to Death strictly, the time consumed would truly be too long.
Ryan certainly didn't have the leisure time to play a protracted war with him.
Seeing Ryan suddenly stop his hands.
Mephisto breathed heavily, his expression instantly turning exceptionally gloomy, a trace of ruthlessness flashing deep in his eyes.
"Very good..."
"Human boy, you are the first ant in so many years to make King this disheveled."
"You had better pray to God every day that you don't have any friends and relatives you care about."
"Otherwise, I will make you thoroughly taste what despair worse than Death is!"
Mephisto uttered harsh words while gnashing his teeth.
At the same time, his venomous gaze unreservedly swept across the distant Avengers crowd, his eyes filled with malicious scheming.
"Oh? Is that so."
Ryan's expression was calm, and his tone had not a single ripple.
"As expected of a devil crawled out of mythology, your breadth of mind really is only the size of a needle tip."
"Fine, I won't stop you."
"My master is the Sorcerer Supreme Gu Yi, and Kamar-Tajis right on Earth; go ahead and take your revenge."
Ryan counterattacked in a relaxed tone.
As soon as his voice fell.
The malicious expression on Mephisto's face instantly froze.
Fuck!
He actually forgot that this fellow was a living King of hell coming out of Kamar-Taj!
Mephisto's complexion directly turned into an ugly livid color, feeling as uncomfortable all over as if he had swallowed a whole dead fly.
The mages of Kamar-Taj were a group of unreasonable lunatics.
If driven to desperation, they would definitely dare to team up and slaughter their way into the hell dimension to flip the table.
Mephisto's brain gave a buzz, and he suddenly woke up.
Things weren't right.
Right now, the one who truly should be panic-stricken and scared was not Earthlings at all.
But himself!
That brat Ryan could single-handedly pin him to the ground and brutally beat him; if the other party directly slaughtered their way into his hellish nest, how should he block it?
If this monster went on a killing spree in hell.
Wouldn't his family property that he had operated for countless epochs be uprooted and smashed to pieces?
Thinking of this terrifying consequence.
Mephisto's expression was shifting unpredictably, just like a Sichuan opera face-changing.
Facing such a ferocious Ryan.
To be honest.
In his heart, he had already begun to back down.
This brat was simply an out-of-spec monster.
Ghost knows how he cultivated, possessing such terrifying destructive power at such a young age.
He certainly didn't want to stake the entire hell dimension over a moment of impulse.
With his thoughts spinning like lightning.
Mephisto lowered his head, took a deep breath, and when he raised his face again, he actually put on a brilliant smile as if bathed in a spring breeze.
"Cough cough..."
"This young mage, look here, why must matters be made so rigid?"
"Frankly speaking, there isn't actually any irreconcilable deep hatred between us."
"Since that's the case, let's shake hands and make peace today, considering it making a friend, how about it?"
"King can guarantee to you that from now on, he will absolutely never step foot on Earth for even half a step."
"If you aren't at ease, the two of us can sign a sacred contract right now as a guarantee."
Mephisto accompanied the smiling face while waving his hand casually.
An ancient piece of parchment flickering with magical luster floated lightly between the two of them.
In the distant ruins.
Several members of the Avengers collectively drew in a breath of cold air, their eyeballs almost falling to the ground.
This red-skinned monster was the notoriously famous Mephisto!
The great demon King of hell whom even God had to fear by three parts according to legends.
Just a moment ago, he was still arrogant, domineering, and insufferably arrogant.
Now, right in front of everyone, he actually took the initiative to lower his head and soft-pedal to Ryan?
What kind of magical development was this in the end?
In the gazes of several superheroes looking at Ryan, they were filled with unconcealable shock and incredulity.
Being able to beat the demon King from mythology to the point of proactively begging for mercy, this young man was simply too fierce!
Everyone was shocked into dumbfoundedness.
Ryan, however, remained completely unmoved.
He quietly watched Mephisto perform, the expression on his face having no ripples.
Even the punctuation marks spit out from a devil's mouth could not be believed.
Lies and deception had long been carved into the DNA of this bunch of creatures.
Whoever believed it.
Whoever it was would be a thorough idiot.
In the end, they would definitely be cheated until not even their underpants were left.
As for the so-called contract?
It was even more of a thoroughly toxic trap.
Once the name was signed, one would immediately fall into the rule loopholes carefully woven by the opponent.
For the rest of his life, he could only be led around by the nose by the opponent.
Ryan certainly wouldn't give this old schemer any opportunity to exploit.
Dealing with this kind of conspirator full of bad water.
Less nonsense, direct physical salvation was the wisest choice.
"Ding!"
"Your [Sword of Power] highly agrees with your violent aesthetics!"
"Truth forever exists only within the firing range of cannons and the attack range of sword edges!"
"Your [Sword of Power] volunteers itself, eager to become your handy weapon to sever all obstacles for you!"
"Remarks: If you can help it show off a bit more in battle, it will perform even more diligently!"
The corners of Ryan's mouth raised a trace of a pleasant smile.
It looked like.
During this period of time, by deliberately leaving magicunused, this group of arrogant skills had finally learned to lower their heads and act human.
In the past, these magic lords didn't have such an attentive attitude.
Now it seemed.
Wanting magic to obediently listen, as expected, one still had to give it the cold shoulder and knock it around from time to time.
Ryan carried a calm smile.
Flipping his wrist, a dazzling and eye-catching amethyst-colored giant sword condensed out of thin air.
On top of the blade body, it emitted terrifying energy fluctuations that made one's heart palpitate.
Feeling the threat of Death close at hand.
The fake smile on Mephisto's face instantly solidified.
"Cough cough cough..."
"This powerful mage, what are you doing again!"
"Moving knives and guns harms harmony too much; let's talk things out nicely, absolutely don't resort to hands."
"King truly feels that sitting down and chatting nicely is the upper policy."
"After all, there is no life-or-Death enmity; signing a contract in black and white to everyone's joy, wouldn't that be good?"
Mephisto's tone was as sincere as it could be.
That entirely sincere appearance of his made it seem as if he were born to be a peace-loving old good person who never hurt anyone.
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Hearing the old devil's hypocritical words full of nonsense, Ryan was crystal clear in his heart.
If this guy Mephisto were allowed to develop in Hollywood,
winning a little golden Oscar statuette would definitely be a piece of cake easily within reach.
Ryan stared at the smiling demon in front of him, a mocking smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"What you said is not wrong."
"Between us, we do need to sign a contract."
"However, since ancient times, the most useful pen used to sign contracts..."
"Has always been knives and sharp swords!"
Before his voice even fell, Ryan's legs suddenly exerted force, and his whole body burst out like a cannonball fired from its chamber!
Looking across human history,
which truly effective armistice treaty was ever exchanged for a few pieces of scrap paper and lip service?
Having big fists is the hard truth.
Ryan had always been an honest person who respected physical traditions.
"Fuck!"
Seeing Ryan coming to kill him with his sword, Mephistowas so shocked that he cursed bitterly.
However,
this old ghost's reaction speed was shockingly fast.
"Evil Spirit Barrier!"
A mass of thick black fog instantly gushed out, protecting him tightly in the middle.
Looking closely, the black fog was densely packed with wailing undead skulls in pain.
However,
Mephisto hadn't even managed to swallow the breath stuck in his throat yet.
In his field of vision, a destructive purple sword beam slashed down from above!
"Boom!"
The indestructible Evil Spirit Barrier was simply as fragile as thin paper in front of this purple light, instantly split into two.
The army of a million evil spirits that he had spent hundreds of years of painstaking effort to accumulate
under this single sword strike, instantly vanished into ashes, not even leaving a trace of residue.
Mephisto was scared out of his wits, his lips moving frantically as he tried his best to chant the next defensive spell.
Unfortunately,
the prototype of the magic hadn't even condensed yet,
and Ryan's murderous face was already right in front of him!
The dazzling amethyst radiance soared into the sky, illuminating the entire dim night sky as bright as day.
Mephisto didn't even have time to let out a scream;
his huge devil body was forcibly cleaved into two halves by this powerful and heavy sword strike!
The eerie purple energy, like bone-attaching gangrene, frantically eroded the severed parts on the two halves of the corpse.
Although this kind of injury wasn't fatal to a demon,
Mephisto's facial features were already twisted into a mess at this moment.
The flesh at the wound crawled frantically, trying to re-fuse,
but it was tightly suppressed by those overbearing purple lights, unable to heal even a fraction.
Far away in the different dimension, the Hell origin was crossing boundaries at all costs to transmit a massive amount of magic power, attempting to forcibly wash away these purple energies.
It's just a pity,
how could the power of laws unleashed by Ryan be so easy to deal with?
No matter how much magic power poured in, the moment it touched the purple light, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.
Mephisto was truly in pain to the point of doubting his demonic life this time.
He couldn't die,
but it was fucking too painful!
This kind of attack directly penetrated the flesh and forcibly cleaved into the depths of the soul.
That torture of tearing the soul apart—
if it were replaced by a superhero with slightly weaker willpower, they would probably have already turned into an idiot by now.
It was just that Mephisto had a deep foundation, coupled with having the entire Hell backing him up, that he barely managed not to pass out from the pain.
But when he looked at Ryan again, his gaze was completely filled with thick fear.
If he hadn't brought the darkhold with him today,
based on this single sword strike alone, his projection avatar that he had worked so hard to descend would probably have shattered into a pile of scum long ago.
On the other side,
Ryan gently turned his wrist.
"Hum!"
The dazzling amethyst giant sword twirled a gorgeous sword flower in mid-air.
The violent purple air wave instantly overturned the surrounding ruins.
Ryan's eyes turned cold, and with a backhand, he swept out with another basic attack!
Seeing that he was about to be instantly killed,
Mephisto's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he spat out a series of obscure and rapid incantations.
In a matter of seconds, a crimson giant hand burning with Hell flames tore through the void out of thin air and fiercely slapped towards Ryan.
Facing the sudden giant hand, Ryan's offensive was blocked, and he could only forcibly halt his figure.
Following that, he tightly grasped the sword hilt with both hands and violently whipped upwards.
The sword of power in his hand surged against the wind, instantly expanding into a terrifying giant blade dozens of meters long!
"Hiss——"
That seemingly intimidating crimson giant hand was like a piece of soft tofu, casually cut into two halves by the giant blade.
Ryan didn't let up while he had the advantage; the giant sword slashed down smoothly, and the purple sword beam roared out like a wild dragon!
"Clatter!"
Mephisto's projection that had just gathered together was once again smashed to pieces by this peerlessly overbearing sword strike!
The terrifying sword pressure couldn't even be endured by the surrounding spatial barriers, directly tearing out a pitch-black, deep, and terrifying crack.
Along with the collapse of space,
a pile of magic materials flashing with various strange lights burst out from the crack like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Some were instantly twisted into powder by the violent spatial turbulence,
but a large portion of them were scattered intact across the surrounding ruins.
Ryan's eyes lit up.
Killing monsters also drops equipment? This wave is a blood profit!
Without any hesitation, Ryan waved his large sleeve.
All the spoils of war were instantly swept away by him and properly stuffed into his storage space.
"Stop!"
Just at this moment, an irrepressibly angry roar resounded through the sky.
Not far away in mid-air, another spatial crack was forcibly torn open.
Following that,
another Mephisto crawled out from it in exasperation.
However, unlike the casually fabricated projection just now,
this time, the demonic might emanating from his body was as unfathomable as a vast ocean!
Seeing this old ghost pop out again, Ryan was stunned for a moment,
and then the smile on his face became increasingly playful.
"Yo, it seems that the scrap metal I just lifted is quite important to you?"
"It actually forced the dignified Hell lord to descend his true body to Earth?"
Ryan looked at the other party with great interest.
On the other hand, Mephisto's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot at this moment, his two eyes staring fixedly at Ryan, wishing he could tear him apart alive.
If it weren't for the supreme treasure like the darkholdbeing snatched away by this little thief,
beating him to death wouldn't make him want to use his true body to face this living King of Hell.
Once this matter spreads,
wanting to cheat the darkhold back in the future would be harder than ascending to the heavens.
"Young mage, just name your price and hand over what belongs to King."
"As long as you return it to me, I can swear to the great Eternity deity that I will never set foot on this Planetagain."
Mephisto suppressed his anger and negotiated in a deep voice.
As the ancestor of toying with human hearts and contracts,
swearing oaths was just like farting to him.
Even swearing in the name of Eternity, he still had thousands of ways to exploit loopholes and avoid punishment.
As long as this kid dared to nod,
the moment he got the items back, he would immediately flip out and definitely make this heaven-defying human feel the terror of the deepest parts of Hell.
Of course,
he never dreamed in his wildest dreams that
the true body of Eternity, whom he had pulled out as a shield, was currently sitting comfortably on the cloud above his head, watching the show with great relish.
If he knew that Eternity was right up there,
even if you gave him ten thousand guts, he wouldn't dare use this creator deity as a facade for his scam.
"Heh..."
"Do you think tricks like swearing oaths work on me?"
"Trying to fool me with waste paper that was never going to be abided by in the first place?"
"I advise you to give up this idea."
Ryan couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with this old ghost full of bad water anymore.
Raising both hands,
carrying the giant sword wreathed in purple Qi, he pounced and killed again like a fierce tiger descending the mountain!
The violent sword Qi surged and churned horizontally and vertically; wherever it passed, even space was cleaved out with tiny ripples.
"Human mage!"
"You are simply too arrogant!"
"King is the supreme lord ruling over Hell!"
"Do you think the current me is still that weak projection that could be easily annihilated just now?!"
Mephisto was completely infuriated by Ryan's contempt and couldn't help roaring wildly towards the sky.
As soon as his voice fell,
his maintained human mimetic appearance instantly underwent a mutation.
From both sides of his forehead, two dark red curved magichorns suddenly protruded.
His entire person exuded a spine-chilling evil aura.
Endless dark demonic energy rolled crazily around his body.
Behind him, an incomparably huge phantom slowly emerged.
That was a terrifying World projection where magma flowed horizontally and flames filled the sky!
Under this World-destroying plane coercion,
the Avengers watching from afar instantly felt as if an invisible giant mountain was pressing down on their chests, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
"Foolish mage."
"Why don't you obediently throw away that piece of scrap metal of yours? Could it be that you still naively think you can harm King's true body?"
With the phantom of the entire Hell dimension as backing,
Mephisto regained his long-lost confidence, and his gaze looking at Ryan was filled with high-and-mighty contempt.
"Harm you?"
"You think too much, Laozi is here to kill you today!"
Ryan snorted coldly, the murderous intent in his pupils soaring, and the giant sword in his hand slashed down furiously against that terrifying plane coercion without any hesitation!
"Ding!"
"Your unflinching bravery successfully triggered the system's resonance!"
"Congratulations to the host for unlocking the brand new god-level trait: [One Man Is a Legion]!"
"Trait effect: The host will be completely immune to any form of World will suppression and plane coercion, forcibly locking in the peak combat power state!"
The moment the system prompt tone fell,
Ryan only felt his whole body lighten, and the Hell coercion that was originally pressing on his body instantly vanished into thin air.
He seemed to have transformed into an indestructible sharp blade, easily tearing open the suppression barrier of the plane projection.
The purple giant sword, carrying the terrifying power of breaking through bamboo, went straight for Mephisto's head!
The speed was so fast that it practically broke physical common sense.
Leaving only a dazzling purple streamer in mid-air.
Mephisto didn't even have time to spit out a single simplest incantation.
As for the Avengers in the distance,
they only saw the afterimage left by Ryan in place gradually dissipate.
By the time they reacted,
Ryan had already appeared behind Mephisto, slowly carrying the giant sword on his shoulder.
And on Mephisto's true body,
a ferocious sword scar deep to the bone, constantly gushing out purple energy, had impressively appeared!
The arrogant expression on Mephisto's face collapsed bit by bit, finally solidifying into a ghost-seeing deep shock.
However,
at this very moment,
he wasn't the only one whose jaw dropped in shock.
Ten thousand meters above the sky,
the creator deity Eternity, who had always been as stable as Mount Tai, abruptly stood up from the rocking chair.
Throughout the audience, only he barely managed to see the grandeur of that sword strike just now.