Chapter 50: It isn't about power; it's about intelligence.

Chapter 50: It isn't about power; it's about intelligence.

"Ghost Rider is too cool. We need to reduce his exposure in the future. Frank, go and play with Mystique. The rest of you can call it a day."

Andrew gave instructions and used teleportation magic to transport himself to a corner of Times Square. The number of contracts had exceeded tens of thousands, and there were not enough robots. He had to take matters into his own hands.

Rebirth Hell, promises that are made are kept. When he said he would protect you, he definitely would.

This time, Andrew did not transform into Ghost Rider. He kicked a steel fence segment away and then strode towards the high tower.

Magneto, sensing Andrew's 'low-key' presence, immediately toned down most of his magnetic powers. The machine also slowed down its rotation, and the radiation waves condensed above without spreading outward.

"Toad, stop that guy," Mystique shouted as she flew back. Toad was about to bring Sabretooth to intercept, but Hawkeye shot an arrow that narrowly missed his scalp and embedded itself in the chest of a mutant behind him.

"That was close," Toad couldn't help but swallow hard. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been dead.

At the same time, the X-Men and the agents fought desperately, aiming to engage the Brotherhood of Mutants and prevent them from interfering with Andrew.

With Andrew's power, once he reached Magneto, the latter could start making his final preparations.

Professor Charles Xavier's alarmed voice echoed in Mystique's mind: "Raven, quickly make Erik stop, or he will die."

"Charles, you don't have to scare me. That guy is indeed powerful, but not to the extent of killing Erik. In fact, he couldn't even pass me."

Mystique didn't believe it. Charles Xavier was about to reveal Andrew William's identity when, accompanied by intense gunfire, an armored suit launched an attack against Mystique.

The suit was entirely black with a white skull pattern on the chest, larger and more heavily built than the Mark armor, giving it a formidable appearance.

Moreover, it was armed to the teeth with weapons - machine guns, sniper rifles, grenades, miniature missiles... it was an arsenal.

This was Frank Castle's Punisher armor, different from other suits as it focused solely on offense.

Due to Tony's design philosophy, the Mark armor was lightweight and couldn't withstand the Punisher's terrifying firepower. It was being battered around.

"You idiot! Do you even know how to control the Mark armor? Evade from above, deploy smoke grenades! You're driving me crazy, you idiot."

Tony, seeing the Mark armor being outmatched by the Punisher armor, yelled loudly while Psylocke looked at him speechlessly and retorted, "Which side are you on?"

"Right, that's the enemy," Tony realized and immediately shouted, "My armor didn't lose; the one controlling it lost."

Psylocke couldn't help but roll her eyes. How much did Tony Stark care about his reputation?

Meanwhile, Andrew arrived at the base of the high tower. He looked up, asking, "Magneto, aren't you going to make a move?"

Magneto coldly replied, "I'm waiting for you to come up."

"You're digging your own grave," Andrew shook his head and proceeded to climb the tower, moving parallel to the ground.

Tony complained, "Not Again. That's unscientific!"

Nobody paid attention to Tony. At this moment, Azazel suddenly appeared behind Andrew, thrusting a dagger straight towards his back.

Without even looking back, Andrew grabbed Azazel's wrist and exerted such force that Azazel felt his wrist was about to snap. Startled, he quickly transformed into red mist and disappeared.

Everyone stared intently, waiting for Azazel to reappear. Surprisingly, he seemed to have evaporated from existence and never appeared again.

Where did Azazel go?

Even Azazel himself wondered. After teleporting, he found himself in a sinister place surrounded by countless elusive shadows. Even Azazel, who was used to such things, felt a chill.

Azazel tried teleporting, but it didn't work. Unable to contain his curiosity, he asked, "Where am I?"

"This is a small part of the mortal realm's hell(Earth's hell / hell of eath created by Mc in the beginning via the contract). Azazel, first, you need to be cleansed, and then we'll send you to the real hell."

A shadow flew in front of Azazel and spoke indifferently.

Azazel complained, "Mortal realm's hell? How? And what's this cleansing? Since when did hell become so sanitary?"

"Our hell is different from those dirty and chaotic hells."

The shadow coldly snorted, and a large amount of white mist descended from the sky, enveloping Azazel, beginning the 'cleansing' process.

In reality, the so-called cleansing was to remove any magical marks that might be on Azazel's body, to prevent other demon lords from discovering the location of the rebirth hell.

This cleansing method was developed by Andrew himself and was highly reliable.

Azazel asked angrily and anxiously, "What are you doing? Let me tell you, I'm not someone to be trifled with. If you offend me, you won't have a good outcome."

Nobody paid attention to Azazel. After the cleansing was complete, he was teleported in front of the throne of the Rebirth Hell. Andrew (the Lord of Darkness) sat high on the throne and lazily said, "Kneel, we'll talk later."

The formerly arrogant Azazel immediately knelt to the ground, trembling all over. After confirming his aura, he realized that he was facing a true demon lord.

Leaving aside the matter of Azazel, Andrew continued to climb up the tower. Soon, he reached the middle section where Tony and the others were located.

Wolverine, Logan, growled, "Release me, I'll kill that old man, Magneto."

Psylocke smiled, "Hey handsome, we meet again. Do you want to exchange phone numbers?"

Tony excitedly said, "Kid, release me quickly. Without my help, you won't stand a chance against Magneto."

Ignoring Wolverine and Tony, Andrew disdainfully said to Psylocke, "Is that the outfit you wear for battle? You have such incredible talent but don't know how to develop it. You resort to such unconventional methods, utterly clueless."

The first half of Andrew's sentence made Psylocke want to punch him, but the second half made her eyes light up. "Can my powers be further developed?"

Psylocke was extremely obsessed with power because the stronger she became, the higher her commission.

Andrew didn't answer Psylocke. He wanted to play a long game.

Impatient, Tony shouted, "Hey kid, don't waste time. Release me quickly."

"As you wish."

Andrew lightly shook his right foot, causing the steel on Tony, Wolverine, and Psylocke to break simultaneously. They all fell towards the ground.

"I didn't ask you to do it like this!" Tony yelled. At this moment, a strong gust of wind appeared, significantly slowing their descent. Storm had intervened to save them.

Andrew ignored Tony and the others. He made a slash from a distance, a black light composed of black flames flashed by, cutting the high tower in half. The top part tilted and fell to the right.

Although Andrew was absolutely confident in defeating Magneto, that didn't mean he would foolishly step into Magneto's trap. It wasn't about power; it was about intelligence.

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