Chapter 295 | Using Love to Generate Electricity, Blind and Foolish.

Crackle!

Thunder and lightning flashed, woven into a net-like snake, smashing into the surrounding space, instantly sweeping away the swarming Mind Maggots.

Thor turned his head excitedly and asked loudly, "Loki, I'm good, aren't I?"

The latter covered her face and didn't want to bother with that silly face full of smiles.

Her brother, Son of Odin, heir to the throne of Asgard, future ruler of the nine realms -- how did he turn into such a guy?

The majesty of a wise monarch couldn't be seen at all, like a fool whose head was caught by the door.

But Odin still valued ​​him so much, thinking that he had the potential to become a King.

Was the King of Asgard blind? ... Well, the old man was indeed blinded in one eye.

"Can you hold on for 6 hours and complete this test alone?"

Seeing Thor's soul light-generating blazing white thunder, Loki's eyes moved slightly and asked in a soft voice.

She looked upward. Many people paid close attention to the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.

If possible, the Princess of Asgard didn't want to reveal her cards.

Compared to those contenders, Loki's strength wasn't outstanding but moderate at best.

If she wanted to have the last laugh, she had to ensure that she had enough chips in her hand.

"Ah... I'm afraid I can't."

Thor didn't hide the fact that he couldn't last long.

He wasn't a master, nor had he practiced meditation. His spiritual strength was weak.

"I can't show my full strength in this place."

Without the Stormbreaker, Thor could only rely on the thunder his soul generated, which was tantamount to being severely weakened.

"Then, what good are you?"

Loki's face instantly cooled down. If her teammate was useless, what use was forming a team?

Facing a steady stream of Mind Maggots, guarding the magic melting pot and preventing the token from going out, she thought she could do it.

But if she could handle it herself, why would she need Thor?

'Wait, wait!'

Loki's eyes twinkled, revealing a hint of slyness.

She looked at Thor, who flashed thunder and lightning, and seemed to think of something.

"Brother, I need you to hold on a little longer!"

Hisss!

Thor, who had been standing in front of Loki and trying to clear the swarm, drew in a breath of cold air as if his body had been electrified, and his bones were partially frozen.

He had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. His charming and beautiful sister called himself 'brother' in a sweet voice. It was simply irresistible.

"Loki, why are you suddenly ..."

Thor stammered, his steps drifting a bit.

"Is it strange? Or is it that you don't like this attitude, brother? It's not my intention to be so indifferent to you. Actually ..."

Loki's tone was extremely gentle, trying to imagine Thor's innocent face as her mother, Frigga.

"I understand!"

Thor waved his hand and seriously said, "Loki, don't worry, I'll help you pass the test successfully."

He felt his body was full of power. His spirit was so full that his soul became even more solid, bursting with dazzling thunder and lightning.

The bright white glow faintly outlined the silhouette of an axe, slowly appearing.

Boom!

Thor was like a god descending from heaven, holding his battle axe and rushing into the swarm.

The violent light blasted into the ground, sweeping out a large empty space.

'Was this the rise of a simp... ah no, siscon?'

Luke, who was still in the Bar With No Doors, watched the live stream and was overwhelmed with emotions.

Loki just casually said a few words, and Thor, the God of Thunder, was full of energy.

This was the real version of using love to generate electricity!

"That fool is hopeless."

Rocket commented.

In his view, Loki was a bad woman through-and-through who only used Thor, squeezed out the value, and then would kick him to the curb.

The latter was engrossed in it and couldn't get out of it.

"Let's see what happened to Strange."

Luke rubbed his hands together, wondering if he would have a chance to take action in the entrance competition this time.

In theory, Strange should be able to deal with those Mind Maggots.

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"By the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth!"

"By the Flames of the Faltine!"

"By the Icy Tendrils of Ikthalon!"

"..."

Strange's mouth popped up one-dimensional god's name after another, borrowing their power to cast one spell after another.

As said before, he had no other strengths but an excellent memory.

Any magic book that he had read or a spell he had learned, as long as he had memorized it once and read it once, it would be firmly imprinted in his head.

In other words, Strange was a walking encyclopedia of magic and a ruthless mantra machine.

The pure white light enveloped his soul and blessed him.

The powerful white magic, like the fire from a turret, covered the surrounding space.

Those Mind Maggots that could eat the mind and melt the will were instantly blown away and turned into vapor.

Only a few moments later, they would reappear and swarm wildly in the direction of the magic furnace.

Strange's soul was getting weaker and weaker. He felt his body was being emptied, and his uncontrolled spell casting consumed a lot of his spirit.

Simply put, the MP bar was almost empty.

'Do I need to summon Superman?'

Strange hesitated in his heart.

He felt a little overwhelmed, thinking that there were too many maggots. The situation was too intense.

Ordinary masters couldn't resist at all.

At this level, he didn't know how many participants would be eliminated.

"By the Mind Curse of Cyttorak!"

Strange gradually retreated. The burning magic furnace was already surrounded by maggots.

His hands were folded, and his soul shone with crimson light.

His eyes suddenly became empty, as if lost color.

"That's... a great move!"

Luke, who had been on the sidelines, raised his lips and smiled.

He was going to answer the call and appear in person.

Unexpectedly, Strange came up with a magical solution.

He used Cyttorak's spell to close his mind and turn himself into a fool.

In this way, he could avoid being influenced by Mind Maggots, and his spirit wouldn't be violated.

"But how will he stop the furnace from going out?"

Rocket picks his nose. He wasn't interested in Sorcerer Supreme Battle, but he was happy enough to gamble.

"Strange's popularity is very low, and no one is optimistic about him. So, if he could hang in there and not get eliminated, I can make a lot of money."

In any event, as long as there are winners, losers, and scores, bets and gambling tables would be opened.

What's more, the Grandmaster, a man who had always loved gambling, was an old gambling addict.

"Which are the most popular ones right now?"

Luke asked curiously.

"Let's see, the number one hit is ... Blackheart? Mephisto's son. A devil from hell also wants to be Sorcerer Supreme? This is a rare thing!"

Rocket laughed. It was quite generous of the Vishanti not to kill him with a bolt of lightning.

"Who knows? Vishanti's opinion is important, but the threshold is also one of the judging criteria."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and whispered, "If Mephisto's heir really succeeds in reaching the end, no one can say for sure."

There are many Sorcerer Supremes in parallel universes, Iron Man and Loki and Doctor Voodoo, all of whom took the job for a while.

If the Vishanti were in a good mood, they might just let the Blackheart succeed in his bid -- provided that he passes the test.

"The second-place candidate is a hot chick named Illyana Rasputina, nicknamed Magik. Also from hell."

Rocket held a thin notebook and told him about the popularity ranking on the forum.

"Doctor Voodoo, Loki, Mordo, Kaecilius ... I can't see Stephen Strange's name at all."

Luke shook his head and smiled, "That's really sad. Little rabbit, believe me, you can definitely make money by betting on Strange with all your little coffers."

"You mean to bet on him for all three matches? How is that possible!?"

Rocket didn't believe it, and despite Superman's guarantee, he was still a bit skeptical.

After all, no matter how powerful the contractor was, it depended on the strength of the combatants themselves.

If Strange was eliminated, Luke couldn't come in.

"Just a friendly reminder, I don't want you to miss out on an opportunity to make a fortune."

Luke curled his lips and spoke with ease.

"Okay, I'll believe you this once!"

Rocket gritted his teeth and decided to bet it all.

If he won, it would be a villa by the sea. If he lost... he could go down into the sea himself.

This seemingly backward planet seemed to have many ignorant women who like to spoil their cute pets.

Strange, who was still in the competition, had no idea that his friends were betting.

He poured out his soul's light with all his might.

The dazzling colors of red and white mixed and suddenly pressed over the magic furnace.

Those screaming Mind Maggots crowded like crazy.

Like a hungry ghost seeing delicious food or a perverted man seeing a woman's flesh.

Endless Mind Maggots engulfed Strange as if they were going to eat him.

"Such determination."

Luke, outside the venue, clapped his hands and didn't look like he felt pity like the others.

"It's stable."