Marvel’s Superman

It has been two weeks since the eight candidates for the Supreme Mage Contest came to the town of St. Vincent.

Each of them began to act, to carry out what they considered to be "salvation".

Loki, the princess of Asgard, the god of mischief and trickery, brought her silly old brother to the mayor first.

"What? There is gold buried under the ground in the town of St. Verganza?"

The mayor met these two foreigners in the office, and then learned a surprising news.

"That's right."

Loki supported the tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose and said solemnly.

She changed into a dress, wearing a black lace top hat and a pair of riding boots.

The half turtleneck white shirt and suit trousers look extraordinarily capable and heroic.

Of course, it is also in line with the image of a female scholar she designed.

"We are geologists of the Royal Academy of the United Kingdom. After careful investigation and repeated confirmation, we believe that there are huge reserves of gold buried under the ground of the town."

Seeing the doubt on the mayor's face, Loki's tone was firm, and he took out a stack of blueprints from the satchel hanging around his waist, depicting the topography and landforms around the town.

To win people's trust, you have to act like a professional.

Loki thought to herself that her impersonation was fine.

The mayor's distrust must have come from Sol.

He's more of a bodyguard than a geologist.

"Mr. Mayor, you see, right here, and here, the undiscovered and mined gold is buried here."

Loki stretched his fingers in two places and said in a low voice.

"I have explored the rock composition in the vicinity and verified the age. It can be initially determined that a gold mine with rich reserves is located under the ground of St. Fanganza."

She said excitedly and danced.

Looking forward to the eyes, excited tone, constitute superb acting.

Almost made Sol, who was standing on the side, to wonder if there really was a gold mine, waiting for the town residents to mine it.

"Then what do you want to do?"

No suspense, the mayor was moved.

There was indeed a gold rush in the western region, which has attracted an endless stream of adventurers for nearly a hundred years.

With the dream of making a fortune, they took the train and traveled long distances to this desolate land.

Back then, everyone said the West was full of gold.

They are exposed on the riverbed, and they simply dig for large, large chunks of gold.

However, in fact, not many people in the mighty gold rush brigade made their fortunes through this.

Those who really made the first pot of gold were actually the merchants who provided services for the gold diggers.

"We can provide professional advice, mining methods, and some equipment."

Loki was shrewd, and she offered the condition: "But I need a lot of workers to do the excavation work."

"That's fine. But how should the salary be settled?"

The mayor stroked his beard.

He already believed the two strangers in front of him.

Although the gold rush in the western region has long since passed, people's yearning for gold and their desire to get rich overnight has never cooled down.

If it is the underground of the town of St. Vincent, there really is an undiscovered gold mine waiting to be mined.

Well, that's good news for everyone.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say."

Loki smiled slightly, as if he had already thought about it.

"The reason why I found Mr. Mayor, I hope you can be inclined in this regard and reach a cooperation."

"The remuneration of the workers is a big expense. I have to buy mining equipment and hire a professional team, which will inevitably consume a lot of money in the early stage."

The mayor frowned slightly, understood what Loki meant, and asked uncertainly: "You mean, the wages of the workers are borne by me..."

"That's right. This is considered a shareholding. For every ounce of gold mined in the future, one third of yours, Mr. Mayor, will be included."

Loki said slowly.

The mayor hesitated for a while, pondered for a while, and finally nodded vigorously.

Westerners' temptation for gold is always irresistible.

"Saint Van Gonzalo has no gold."

After walking out of the mayor's office, Sol scratched his head and said.

He didn't know why Loki bothered to weave a lie, did that help in any way to pass the test?

"I know. But people are hungry for gold."

Loki put his hands behind his back, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "The town residents of St. Van Gonzalez, they sold their souls to the devil and became the fallen."

"So, every night, those desires for violence, greed, and killing drive everyone to beastly evil."

"The exam question set by Emperor Weishan is 'Salvation'. But what is Salvation?"

"Let them be redeemed and ascended to the kingdom of heaven?"

"It's impossible. A fallen man who turns his back on God cannot be forgiven."

"A lot of wealth, a good life, a bright future...these are things that people yearn for."

"I give the people of the town of St. Verganza a goal and make them fantasize. Isn't this a kind of salvation?"

The princess of Asgard smiled slyly, the day and night of St. Vincent were two sides of the same body.

She believes that as long as there is some way to calm the town residents during the day, they can be saved at night.

"Dreams are the most satisfying."

Loki murmured softly, with mixed emotions hidden in his eyes.

"But they always wake up."

Sol said hesitantly.

Loki, who was walking in front, raised his chin and said proudly, "Don't forget, I am an illusion master."

...

...

"The dark dimension is a place of peace of mind and a place of eternity. There is no concept of time, and there is no death."

Casillas was a devout preacher, handing out handwritten leaflets and talking incessantly.

At the very beginning, the residents of the small town of St. Verganza maintained an attitude of rejection, ridicule and contempt for this pagan.

But in the next few days, Casillas showed an extraordinary side.

He was like an ascetic who had never eaten.

After five or six days, no dripping water entered.

Still energetic and rosy.

In addition to handing out leaflets every day, the teachings are announced.

Just sit at the entrance of the town and meditate.

People's curiosity began to grow, and they took the initiative to approach Casillas and asked about the dark dimension and Dormammu.

"Dormammu is the ruler of the dark dimension, and his followers will be able to gain eternal life after returning to the embrace of darkness."

Casillas said seriously.

He spread his hands, and a group of bright and warm rays of light slowly emerged.

Seeing such a miraculous sight, those town residents began to understand more deeply, and then some of them became believers.

In this way, the Protestantism appeared in St. Verganza.

Every day, Casillas prayed and preached together with a growing number of believers.

It only took more than a week from the initial threes and twos to the great momentum later.

"You learned this at Karma Taj?"

Mordo stopped Casillas, who was about to become a religious leader, and asked coldly.

Behind his head, the triple halo was bright and dazzling.

The powerful momentum of the legendary mage rose up.

"Spiritual belief is an indispensable thing for everyone."

Casillas' eyes were filled with purple-black lines, and the energy of the dark dimension eroded his body, while also providing him with a steady stream of abundant magic.

"When I was most helpless, I heard about the Supreme Master and Kama Taj, so I exhausted everything, went through trials, and finally found the legendary land."

"When Gu Yi showed those 'miracles' and pushed open the door of magic, I thought I had met a spiritual mentor and believed everything he said."

"But he's a liar, Mordo."

Casillas looked at his former classmate from a distance, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

In Kama Taj's admonition, it is expressly forbidden that the secret magician can only worship Weishan Emperor, and must not have contact with other dimension demon gods.

Even with spells like Cytorak's Crimson Chains, Ring of Raggador.

That is only a temporary borrowing, not signing a contract, and putting all my trust in it.

"Gu Yi, he broke his oath."

Casillas said angrily.

"Behind the mask of the Supreme Master's bright, great, selfless devotion, there is actually an old liar!"

Mordo pursed his lips, he didn't believe what Casillas said.

A magic wand suddenly appeared, and strands of electric light lingered, revealing an aura of destruction.

"What? You want to solve the problem by force?"

Casillas glanced at the increasingly dazzling triple halo, which was the embodiment of the spirit of the three archmages who signed a contract with Mordo.

He didn't think he would lose to Mordo.

In fact, if Strange's contractor was too powerful, he ended the second game in an unexpectedly simple way.

Casillas is ready to make a real settlement with Mordo at that time.

"I will defeat you in an upright manner, after passing the test of Emperor Weishan."

Mordo was silent for a moment, then turned and left.

His grievance with Casillas will be settled later.

The most urgent task is to complete the last game and get Weishandi's approval.

Casillas used faith and religion to deceive and fool the inhabitants of the small town of Santa Varganza, in order to "save" them.

In Mordo's view, this is just a crooked way and cannot last for a long time.

If you want to save those fallen souls, you can only rely on the right path.

"The incompleteness of the limbs does not mean that your heart and your soul are equally incomplete."

Mordo said.

He learns from the Supreme Master and pays patience, tolerance and kindness.

Strive to save every decadent and despairing poor person, and tell them how the mind controls the body.

Unbelievable medical miracles continue to appear in St. Vincent.

A semi-paralyzed patient who could not stand on both legs was able to run.

The blind old man sees again.

Disappointed, get back on your feet.

Soon, Mordo was regarded as a master and gained a group of firm fans.

...

...

"Stephen, have you figured out how to practice your way of 'salvation'?"

Seeing Strange looking sad and clueless, Luke asked jokingly.

"Loki regards the town residents as a donkey, hangs a carrot in front of them, and uses gold to drive the workers to work hard and work hard. As long as the beautiful dream is not broken, then everything can be maintained."

"Casillas became a religious leader, preaching, praying, and preaching doctrine every day. He told everyone that reality is full of birth, old age, sickness and death, while Domamm's dark dimension has eternal life and tranquility."

"Modu heals the physical disabilities of the townspeople while teaching them how to face life."

"Doctor Voodoo, Mystic... Everyone is actively completing Weishandi's exam questions."

The more Strange listened, the tighter his brows became.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do."

"I can't even save myself, how can I save others."

There was a self-deprecating look on Strange's face. He used to be a doctor who was chasing fame and fortune.

After a car accident knocked him from the upper-class life of the elite to the dust, he lost everything and fell to the bottom before he began to reflect on his previous mistakes.

"I can't understand them."

Strange said so.

"The townspeople of St. Vincent, who were tricked by Mephisto to surrender their souls."

"If I were the old Dr. Stephen Strange, I'd feel like that's the price to pay."

"I'll stand tall and laugh at their stupidity."

Luke nodded, this is indeed the common style of the elite.

Make fun of people who make mistakes, accuse them of being ridiculous, and give a good opinion along the way.

"But I'm now Mage Strange, a guy who has suffered and found himself."

"So, I should sympathize with them and want to save them."

"However, I have no idea how to do it."

Strange was unabashedly bewildered that he didn't think the rivals' approach would be effective.

The lies of deception will always be pierced. Blind faith is a tree without roots. Giving kindness without ignorance may not be able to reap kindness...

It's so hard to save someone.

How to save 3,000 people?

"Can you teach me?"

Strange looked at his contractor.

"Frankly, I have no experience with this."

Luke shrugged and saw a hint of disappointment in Strange's eyes. He smiled and said, "However, I have a suggestion that is not too good or too bad."

"When you don't know what to do, you might as well put yourself in the position of the Supreme Mage."

Strange was silent for a long time, frowning slowly.

"I understand!"

he laughed.

"You mean, if there is no other means to save the sinful souls of the fallen."

"It's better to solve the problem directly from the source! I'll go to Mephisto now!"

Strange took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination.

From the hands of the old devil, take back the contract of St. Van Gonzalo and free the souls of those sinners!

"Uh……"

Looking at Strange who put on the magic resistance armor and opened the teleportation channel, Luke couldn't help laughing and crying.

"Actually, I want to say... Forget it, this idea is also correct."

Anyway, the Supreme Mage who has not beaten Mephisto is not a qualified Supreme Mage.

ps: This is a soul that has broken free from the hell of overtime and is about to die from overwork.