Chapter 251 | Becoming a Spokesperson, the Three Ancient Powers.

"Bargain?"

The huge face formed by the pitch-black demon flame fluctuated, seemingly letting out a scornful laugh.

"Human, although you have been promoted to the Allfather level, at this level, being young often means being weak, lacking experience and background."

Chthon unscrupulously absorbed the magic power from the Black Queen. With this power, he broke through the rules of the material world and extended his stay.

That Sorcerer Supreme, the annoying fellow, used three major time and space nodes to form a solid defensive line.

Every dimensional demon who wanted to break the limit and come to the dimension of the material world would be suppressed by the rules of this planet.

World-shattering, planet-breaking power couldn't be used at all.

The stronger the dimension demon, the greater the pressure.

This was why Cytorrak, Dormammu, and Chthon rarely showed up on Earth.

Who was willing to walk around while carrying a planet on their backs? It was stressful.

"Really? As a dimensional demon who has lived for billions of years, you don't seem like you can even beat the Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, who's only thousands of years old."

The corners of Luke's mouth cocked, turning on his taunting mode.

The strongest in the Marvel world wouldn't think that the longer one lives, the stronger one is.

Even the dimensional demons, the five cosmic entities, and the Living Tribunal often didn't lose to an existence older than themselves but lost to persistent people.

For example, Dormammu in the dark dimension.

Doctor Strange, who had just learned magic and hadn't graduated, almost became a ruthless salesman, knocking at his door repetitively.

Another example was Thanos, in a certain timeline.

To strengthen the power of a higher dimension, punching the five great cosmic entities, and to kick the Living Tribunal, even the custodian of the universe felt helpless.

Therefore, this was a world that was more vicious than anywhere else.

Fortunately, Luke considered his plug-ins to be far superior to those of others.

"Ah, human, offending the dignity of a dimension demon god isn't a wise choice."

Chthon sneered.

The dark magic flame swept out in a raging frenzy.

Luke didn't change his expression. He had studied in Kamar Taj for some time.

He wasn't afraid of Chthon's dark magic.

He only closed his hands together. Complex formation flickered out.

The lines gleaming with magical sparks intertwined, embedded like gears, forming a complete structure.

In just one breath, the defensive spell 'Shield of the Seraphim' was condensed.

Boom!

The terrible magic flame that could burn flesh was firmly blocked!

"It's unwise to offend a dimensional demon, but we aren't in your chaotic dimension right now."

Luke didn't lose face at all, relying on the Shield of the Seraphim to block the attack. His body was like a hard reef standing in the heart of the river, not the least bit shaken.

Chthon was the most powerful god of dark magic in history. Almost every fallen master on the earth would learn the powerful spells passed down from the Darkhold.

But unfortunately, all of his black magic had their counter-measures recorded in Kamar Taj's Book of the Vishanti.

Moreover, Luke himself happened to be a quick learner, writing down everything from the Book of the Vishanti and reciting it like a magical genius.

"Sure enough, you are a believer of the Vishanti! What a disgusting fellow!"

Chthon's huge face was trying hard to break in from the crack in space.

Countless dark magic flames turned into dense tentacles, overwhelmingly trying to grab Luke!

Images of Ikonn!

Luke recited the spell quickly, and with a few slurred syllables, his whole body was like the Thousand Hands Guanyin, with countless arms in different postures.

'Just like the shadow clone jutsu!'

His mouth picked up, showing a slight curve.

When the night sky was covered with demonic flame tentacles, countless Supermen suddenly appeared.

They weren't clones that could break apart from touch but entities that could cast spells and bear injuries.

Zi zi! Zi zi zi!

Many Supermen surrounded Chthon's head and launched Heat Vision in unison.

The terrible heat was like a burning hot knife.

Cutting off all the demonic flame tentacles that came from the crack, destroying them into ashes.

"Human, you don't seem to have signed a contract and can't borrow the power of dimension?"

Chthon didn't care about the shredded tentacles and noticed something more important; he was more interested in Luke himself.

These days, finding a spell caster without a contract, and one with a very high level of talent, was like finding gold in the gravel.

"Huh?"

Luke, who thought there was going to be a big battle, couldn't help but pause.

'Could it be that you have a crush on me?'

When he remembered the stars projected during his meditation, they each represent a different dimensional demon.

Among them, Chthon, the underworld demon, was there.

"Since you are not a believer of Vishanti, you haven't been blinded by the crimson light of Cytorrak, and you aren't Set's slave ... Then would you like to consider being my protégée?"

Chthon's majestic voice abruptly slowed down and became quite calm.

"You want to give me Chaos Magic?"

Luke's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

'What's this twist?'

People would ask someone to join if they couldn't fight. But they haven't fought yet. How could he already start to recruit him?

"I didn't even choose the Vishanti, Cyttorak, or Set. Why would I want to be your protégée?"

Luke restrained his distracting thoughts and assumed a calm attitude as an equal.

Anyway, Chthon couldn't break through the restriction, so provoking him with a few words wasn't a problem.

If he wanted to come to the material world, he had to break the three major time and space nodes and disintegrate that solid line of defense.

What Dormammu couldn't do, Chthon, nicknamed 'Who Has Slept Since Before Man Crawled From the Sea', couldn't do it either.

"Those fallen wizards who have obtained the Darkhold, which one of them isn't a powerful legend!?"

Chthon's demonic flame face, with slight ripples, seemed to look proud.

"But the Darkhold is just a part of my research on magic. I have something better ... As long as you become a protégée of the Chaos Dimension, you could get the powerful force that could distort reality and tamper with time and space!"

Although Chthon's words were tempting, it seemed that as long as he became his little follower, he could immediately reach the pinnacle of life.

But Luke's heart had no fluctuation, and he didn't even want to laugh.

The Marvel Universe had three extremely powerful ancient powers. Anyone who obtained them could instantly gain the hope of becoming an Allfather and being a single entity in the multiverse.

For example, the 'Phoenix Force' of the mutant Jean Grey.

Representing life and emotion, the embodiment of primitive cosmic energy.

If it could be absorbed completely, it could control time and space almost infinitely and change matter.

There was also the 'Chaos Magic' that Chthon mentioned.

The characteristics were destruction and creation, which could easily rewrite reality and distort thought.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, was its host.

The most striking performance was when 90% of the mutant abilities in the world had been erased in one sentence.

Finally, there was another one called the 'Goblin Force'.

Similar to Galactus, the host would have a hunger that could never be satisfied, thus devouring all matter.

These three plug-ins, all of which could easily bring up the strongest people to the Allfather level.

But there was no free lunch in the world.

Everything had a price.

Phoenix Force would make people feel strong, but they would face the risk of turning evil if their hearts had a little darkness.

Chaos Magic could rewrite reality and also affect the host, leading to mental problems.

As for the Goblin Force, it seemed like no one would want to experience the cruel feeling of being hungry forever.

"This is indeed a very exciting proposal."

Luke narrowed his eyes, paused, and whispered, "However, I refuse."

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