Marvel: I Have Severe Mental Disorder

Marvel: I Have a Severe Mental Illness Chapter 242 The Highest Standard Magic Ritual Everyone Read at 1:00

Every ruler of the hell latitude, every powerful demon aspires to become Satan, the supreme being who rules all hell.

Satan is a legend.

Satan is a legend that never came true, never came true.

The authority held by Satan belongs to the same level as the four great creator gods.

Becoming Satan is rooted in the heart of every latitude monarch, and becoming Satan is the dream of every latitude monarch, even if it is as strong as Cytorak and as dark as Dormammu, it cannot be exempted.

The goal is the same, the difference is the path to the goal.

boom!

boom!

boom!

...

A deafening roar suddenly sounded.

A shockingly huge thunder streaked across the sky of the Crimson Hell, and then, a huge gap opened in the blood-red sky.

Through the gap, six terrifying figures exuding a powerful aura can be seen.

Fire, turbulent and fiery flames ignited from the blood-colored sky, like a long river of flames hanging from the sky of Crimson Hell.

Wow!

A flaming head with a pair of huge goat horns on its top emerged from the river of flames.

This flaming head is incomparably huge, like a mountain.

Among the Lords of Hell, there is only one who can have such a huge body, the flame giant Surte.

Roar!

The flame giant Surte roared, the thick tendons on his arms were tangled together, intertwined and intertwined, like a fierce horned dragon, with endless power gathered in his hands.

Soult raised his hands high, and ruthlessly tore at the blood-colored sky in front of him, and suddenly there was a vast and vast portal in the Crimson Hell.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Dragging his heavy body, Soult slowly stepped into the crimson hell, and every time he took a step, the raging flames on his body would fall crazily.

As a result, the crimson earth cracked and changed shape, and boiling magma flowed from the furrowed skin.

Surte came to the bronze round table, glanced at the eternal throne that belonged to him, and shook his head.

He straightened up, raised his powerful hands, and tore off a star from the blood-colored sky.

Surte put the star on the ground as his seat, and his huge body sat down slowly, stirring up smoke that covered the sky and the sun.

Surte stared at the ant-sized Saitorak and Dormammu under his feet, his eyes were full of madness: It's been a long time since I heard the sound of the hell's bell. This must be a crazy war!

War! Destruction! Fire! Blood!

I really want to throw myself into the battle immediately, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time!

War, killing and fire are the most interesting things in this world!

Cytorak, tell me! Who are our enemies? The flames on my body can no longer hold back, they want to devour blood and life...

After hearing this, Saitorak revealed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: Soulte, you are still the same as before, sticking to your original heart and your original intention.

Sulte, I can feel that the flame on your body is burning violently. It is brewing in your body. This is the second rebirth given to you by Eternal Hell. A new eternal flame is about to appear!

Hahaha... Surte laughed loudly when he heard this, Saitorak, you are right, a new eternal flame is brewing in my body, and it is only one chance away from its successful birth.

Both I and it need a battle, and both need a crazy battle! Only the flame born in the battle is the most powerful flame!

Saitorak nodded and said, Sulte, it seems that a new eternal flame will be born soon, and war is on its way.

Sulte, our enemy this time is the Ancient One! This is an Ancient One we have never seen before! This is an extremely powerful Ancient One!

certainly,

This is also a crazy war, this is also a carnival that belongs to the devil, a carnival that belongs to the king of hell!

Just like the last time we invaded heaven, we will sink Kama Taj, kill all the mages in the world, roast the Supreme Ancient One among the mages in a raging fire, and eat and devour her body together.

This is a feast from hell...

Hahaha... Surte's eyes became more and more crazy, and he let out an extremely excited roar from his throat: Okay, this is really great, it's time to take revenge on Ancient One, it's time to take revenge on this world !

The ancient one is dead, the next one is Odin!

Surte's breathing became rapid, and his heart beat crazily as well, the sound of the heart beating was like a dull and powerful thunder.

Surte clenched his fists and fell into great excitement, endless flames rolled crazily on his body.

He was extremely looking forward to this battle, the more fighting spirit he had in his heart, the hotter and stronger the temperature of the Eternal Fire would be.

boom!

A dark green light suddenly appeared, whizzing past like a gust of wind, sweeping across the entire sky, instantly infecting half of the bloody sky.

Hela, the goddess of death, slowly sat down, her slender legs slightly overlapping, showing her proud figure.

A head of beautiful black hair is calm and unmoving, and Bai Jiu's face is full of coldness, full of inhumanity.

Like the blooming manjusawa in hell, it exudes a beautiful, proud and deadly aura.

Hela raised her eyebrows, looked at Saitorak very coldly, then raised her head to look at Surte, who was as tall as a pillar of the sky, and asked slowly in a low voice: Giant, your eternal flame Have you recovered yet?

Can your flame burn the entire Nine Realms to ashes! Burn to nothing!

On my way of revenge, I need a crazy flame, a flame that burns everything. Only in that way can I vent the anger and resentment in my heart!

Surte nodded and said with a smile: Hella, with my current strength, I can take revenge on Odin at any time, but our latitude is not bordering the atrium.

After Odin used the sharp gun Gunnir to divide the nine realms, he used the power of Odin to fix my Muspelheim and your Niflheim at the farthest position from the atrium.

And he also set up a very powerful sealing magic. This magic was jointly set up by Weissandi, Odin, and Gu Yi. It cut off our connection with the atrium and all the passages that we can enter the atrium.

Sulte, get your Twilight Sword ready! Hela said with a cold expression and a low voice, Odin, he is getting old, his body is getting weaker and weaker. Can't bear the powerful Odin power in his body.

The seal that blocks us will also get weaker and weaker. The day I break through the seal will be the day when Asgard is destroyed!

At that time, I want to see your fire that can set off the whole world!

Hela slowly sat on the throne, clenched her fists tightly, exuding a powerful aura all over her body.

Odin!

Damn it!

Hahaha... Surte laughed loudly when he heard this, Hela, the worst thing Odin did in his life was to drive you out of Asgard, turning you from a god into a became a demon.

Dormammu, who heard the conversation between Hela and Surte, blinked his scarlet eyes, and said, Hela, Soulte, as long as Gu Yi is killed, the magic will be invalidated.

The essence of the sealing magic is balance. There is an ingenious balance between white magic, black magic and rune magic...

Kill Gu Yi, and the black magic in the sealing magic will disappear...the seal will also be opened. I think we can join hands.

First kill the ancient one, destroy Kama Taj, kill all the mages in the world, and then overthrow Asgard, destroy the Asa pantheon, and cut off Odin's head...

From now on, we, the Latitude Demon God, will reign over everything!

Dormammu paused, and continued: The last time Lucifer rang the bell of depravity, our ten latitude demon gods killed heaven, destroyed God Jehovah, and slaughtered the angel pantheon.

Our deeds have become legends, resounding throughout the multiverse. Last time we were far less powerful than now.

This time Cytorak rang the Crimson Bell, and our strength has reached its peak. As long as we work together, as we did last time, nothing can stop us!

Cytorak, Hela, Surte, what do you think of my thoughts?

Hela heard the words, but did not answer.

She, Hella, would rather believe that Mephisto would become Satan than that Dormammu would be so kind.

What is Dormammu planning secretly?

A faint light flashed in the corner of Hela's eyes.

Dormammu, are you so kind? Who are you lying to?

Even a single-celled creature without a brain will not believe what you say...

You are just a crumb who stole the power of the dark latitude through despicable means!

You're just an adulterer with no demonic blood!

What are you? How dare you participate in the Demon Conference!

I really don't know how a guy who has been beaten by Gu all day has the nerve to say that he is the second strongest person in hell?

There was a joking sound.

The voice was full of sarcasm, disdain, sarcasm and ridicule.

Dormammu heard that the energy of black magic surged wildly in his body, and he shouted at the sky angrily: Satanesh! I will kill you!

boom!

Accompanied by the violent winter wind, the azure blue ice and snow rushed over, instantly turning the whole world into an azure blue crystal.

And with it came the cold.

Like a knife piercing the bone and cutting the flesh, it brings boundless pain.

This pain comes from the depths of the heart, from the depths of the soul.

The ice and snow dissipated.

An extremely ugly figure sat on the Azure Throne.

He has two faces, one on the face, one on the stomach, a pair of huge goat horns on the top of his head, and green skin, resembling a standing green-skinned lizard.

Satanesh collapsed on the blue throne, stretched out his paws and rubbed his belly, looked at Dormammu with disdain, and taunted: You, Dormammu, want to kill me too? What do you use to kill me?

Use your incomplete black magic? Tsk tsk tsk... This is really ridiculous. A great being who claims to be the god of black magic has his authority and power stolen by a mortal.

Dormam, I'm lying here, come, let me see how you come to kill me?

To be honest, I, Satanesh, really look forward to death. I, who have merged with the entire azure hell, will never die or die.

Satanesh, being immortal doesn't mean you won't be sealed... I really can't kill you now, but I can seal you with black magic!

Satanesh, take a good look at the power of black magic, don't offend anyone and don't offend a master of the magic field!

Dormammu's scarlet eyes were full of anger, more and more black air spilled from his body, and the dark latitude was galloping towards the crimson hell.

Hahaha, it's so lively! It's a good show, Domamu, you must seal Satanesh, I've been envious of his blue hell for a long time.

A disgusting voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, above the blood-colored sky, a strange black meteor streaked across the sky.

Black rain fell from the sky, and the black rain fell on the crimson ground, corroding huge potholes one by one.

There was a pungent, dirty, foul-smelling, nauseating smell coming from the pothole.

A disgusting figure sat on the Blood Throne.

His face was pale, with sharp teeth in his mouth, black blood flowing all over his body, a pair of purple goat horns on his head, and a pair of green bat wings covered with slime growing on his back.

It is the monarch of the blood hell, Olivier.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Hahaha... Olivier licked his lips, yellow saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and laughed loudly while applauding: Dormammu, hurry up and seal this damned Satanesh! !

Olivier, shut up! Do you want to try the feeling of being burned by fire?

Soult stretched out a hand to pinch his nose, and watched Olivier growl angrily.

Olivier!

Hela gritted her teeth, trembling with anger!

Ugh! Olivier, don't call me by my name!

Dormammu made a disgusting retching sound, and being called by Olivier's name made him feel defiled.

Ugh, Olivier, you are the ugliest and most disgusting latitude demon I have ever seen.

Why don't you die? How did a beast like you become the latitude demon?

What qualifications do you have to sit with us? Walking with you is really the greatest torture in the world.

Satanesh taunted while retching.

Olivier, you really...

The corner of Cytorak's mouth twitched lightly, and quickly used a crimson magic on Olivier.

boom!

An extremely loud roar sounded.

A black and white lightning flashed across the blood-colored sky.

A handsome demon with a bare chest, a pair of huge goat horns growing on top of his head, a cloudy face, fierce eyes, and black flames all over his body, crashed down from the sky.

After he glanced at Olivier and Satanesh indifferently, he sat on Mephisto's Throne of Flame.