Chapter 311: Terrifying Evil Power, Has ChthonDescended?
However, to her surprise, the moment her code blade collided with the black threads, it emitted a harsh buzzing sound of electricity.
The light-blue glow and the black evil energy intertwined violently, bursting forth with countless tiny energy sparks.
What Nymph least expected was that these seemingly slender black threads were actually unimaginably tough.
Not only did her full-strength strike fail to sever them, but she was instead repelled by a powerful rebound force.
Even more terrifyingly, the attacked black threads suddenly began to writhe violently.
The threads, originally as thin as hair, instantly surged in size, transforming into a thick pillar of black light.
A terrifying, evil consciousness poured wildly into Wanda's body along the pillar of light, moving so fast that there was simply no time to react.
"Ugh!" Wanda suddenly let out a painful groan, her body trembling uncontrollably as her wine-red eyes were instantly covered by a dense blackness.
The original gentle aura completely vanished, replaced by a suffocating evil and chill.
In just an instant, her consciousness was completely suppressed by this sudden, terrifying consciousness, reducing her to a mere spectator within her own body.
"Jie jie jie... Pitiful ant, how dare you attempt to sever the connection between this deity and the inheritor of the darkhold?"
The corners of the controlled Wanda's mouth curled into a bizarre smile, and her voice was no longer her original gentle tone.
Instead, it was filled with age and evil—it was precisely the conscious avatar of the Loki Chthon.
He slowly raised his right hand, purple Dark Magiccondensing in his palm, and ruthlessly blasted it toward Nymph not far away.
The power of this magic attack far exceeded any move Wanda had used previously, carrying an aura of absolute destruction that instantly enveloped all of Nymph's dodging space.
"Wh-... What is going on!" Nymph's pupils constricted sharply, her heart filled with shock and panic.
She had completely not anticipated that it would trigger such consequences, nor did she want to harm Wanda's body.
At this critical juncture, the electronic wings on her back instantly expanded to their maximum.
They carried her body to dodge sideways at extreme speed, barely escaping this Dark Magic attack.
The attack landed on the ground of the Sanctum Sanctorum, producing a deafening crash.
The hard magic floor tiles were instantly blasted into a huge deep pit, with rubble and magic energy splashing everywhere.
"You dodge quite fast, but do you think you can keep dodging forever?"
Chthon controlled Wanda's body, pressing forward step by step, continuously condensing Dark Magic in both hands as purple energy beams shot toward Nymph like a rainstorm.
His application of magic was far more skillful than Wanda's, who had just fused with the darkhold; every attack was precise and vicious, sealing off all of Nymph's dodging routes.
Nymph continuously maneuvered through the air, her electronic wings flexibly shifting directions under her control, narrowly avoiding attack after attack.
Her core program was running at high speed, attempting to find a method to strip away Chthon's consciousness.
However, Chthon's conscious avatar possessed strength far exceeding her estimations; stripping it away without harming Wanda's body was extremely difficult.
"No, going on like this is not a solution. I simply have no time to crack the code!"
Nymph was extremely anxious in her heart, able to feel that Chthon's attacks were growing stronger and stronger.
Her own energy was also rapidly depleting, and if this stalemate continued like this...
Not only would she fail to save Wanda, but she herself might also fall into danger.
Doctor Strange on the side had long been dumbfounded by the sudden change before him.
He hurriedly activated the defense runes of Kamar-Taj, reinforcing the protective barrier of the Sanctum Sanctorum to its maximum.
At the same time, he condensed a golden magic shield to fend off the splashing dark energy.
"Loren! Think of a way quickly! That is Chthon's conscious avatar! He is controlling Wanda!"
Doctor Strange shouted toward Loren, his tone filled with anxiety.
Although his strength was impressive, facing the conscious avatar of the Loki Chthon, he had zero confidence in contending with it.
From the very moment Chthon's consciousness descended, Loren's expression had turned incomparably solemn.
He could clearly sense that evil and powerful consciousness within Wanda's body, and could also perceive the struggle and pain of Wanda's own consciousness.
When he saw Chthon controlling Wanda to attack Nymph, a trace of icy murderous intent instantly flashed through Loren's eyes.
"No matter who you are, if you dare to touch my people, you are courting death!"
Loren let out a low, angry shout, without the slightest hesitation, and directly urged the powerful telepathic power within his body, rapidly infiltrating toward Wanda's sea of consciousness.
Loren's telepathic power was extremely formidable, especially after fusing with the Super Saiyan bloodline, his mental strength had achieved a qualitative leap.
In just an instant, his consciousness broke through the outer defense of Chthon's consciousness and entered Wanda's sea of consciousness.
Chapter 312: Master, Do Not Worry About Me
The scene before him made Loren's heart tighten; Wanda's sea of consciousness, originally a warm crimson space, was now shrouded in large swathes of black mist.
Within the mist, countless evil runes writhed frantically, continuously eroding the surrounding crimson energy.
In the center of the sea of consciousness, Wanda's consciousness entity curled up there, her body wrapped in a faint crimson shield, struggling against the erosion of the black mist.
Her consciousness entity appeared incomparably weak, her face filled with pain and helplessness.
Opposite her, a figure condensed from black mist was suspended in mid-air, blurry and indistinct, with only a pair of eyes flashing with evil red light visible—it was Chthon's consciousness avatar.
"Wanda!" Loren's consciousness entity rushed quickly to Wanda's side, reaching out to gently support her weak body, his eyes filled with heartache.
He could clearly feel the pain and fear in Wanda's consciousness, as well as her longing and reliance on him.
"Master..." Wanda's consciousness entity slowly raised her head, and the moment she saw Loren, her eyes were filled with pleasant surprise and grievance, tears instantly surging up.
"I am sorry, Master, I failed to control the power of the darkhold, allowing Chthon's consciousness to take advantage of the opening..."
"Silly girl, this is not your fault." Loren gently stroked Wanda's cheek, his tone gentle yet filled with firmness.
"It was my oversight not to help you clear away the hidden dangers in the darkhold beforehand. Rest assured, with me here, I will never let Chthon harm you in the slightest."
"Hehehe... Such arrogance, you actually dare to trespass into this deity's realm of consciousness, truly courting death!"
Chthon's consciousness avatar slowly turned around, his red eyes staring intently at Loren, his tone filled with murderous intent and disdain.
He could feel the powerful strength contained within Loren's consciousness, but in his view, Loren was ultimately just a mortal; even with powerful strength, it was impossible for him to be a match for him, an ancient Loki.
"Just who is courting death remains to be seen right now!"
Loren sneered, protecting Wanda's consciousness entity behind him, looking coldly at Chthon's consciousness avatar.
"Get out of Wanda's body immediately, otherwise I do not mind completely erasing this consciousness avatar of yours."
"Erasing my consciousness avatar? Just based on you?" Chthon's consciousness avatar let out a harsh, wild laugh.
"Little fellow, you are too naive."
"This woman has already fused with my darkhold, and her body is my best vessel."
"Once my consciousness enters, it cannot be easily stripped away."
"Unless you are willing to watch her die with your own eyes, you simply dare not make a move against me!"
Loren's expression sank slightly; Chthon's words indeed hit upon his concerns.
Although he possessed powerful strength, Chthon's consciousness avatar was deeply bound to Wanda's consciousness.
Once he attacked Chthon's consciousness with all his might, it was very likely to implicate Wanda's consciousness.
It might even cause her to completely lose consciousness, turning into a shell without a soul.
"Master, do not worry about me!" Wanda's consciousness entity tightly grasped Loren's arm, her eyes filled with absolute resolution.
"Chthon's evil power is too powerful, once he completely controls my body, he will definitely do more things that harm the Universe."
"For the safety of the Universe, and also to prevent you from being harmed, you... you can just make your move, even if I were to vanish, I would do so willingly!"
"Do not talk nonsense, just an ancient Loki, it is not your turn to die! The one who deserves to die is him!"
Loren forcefully gripped Wanda's hand, speaking with a confident expression.
Hearing him say this, Wanda, who had originally been exceptionally worried, immediately recovered her composure.
Because she harbored wholehearted trust in the Lorenbefore her; the other party had never deceived her.
He said everything would be fine, so it would definitely be fine; she did not need even a shred of doubt.
There was simply no helping it; the sense of security this man gave her was just that powerful.
Just as Loren's voice fell, the consciousness energy around Loren suddenly surged violently, his originally transparent consciousness entity instantly becoming solid and emitting a dazzling golden light.
This was the result of him perfectly fusing the energy of a Super Saiyan with the power of telepathy, and the golden consciousness energy carried the power to purify all evil, rapidly spreading outward toward the surrounding black mist.
Under the erosion of the golden energy, the black mist let out miserable wails and rapidly dissipated.
Chapter 313: You call this a punishment? This is clearly a reward!
"What? What kind of power is this? It can actually purify my dark energy!"
A flash of panic crossed the eyes of Chthon's consciousness avatar. He could feel the terrifying nature of Loren's consciousness energy, and that purifying power was precisely the bane of his dark energy.
"Now you know to be afraid, but it's too late!" Loren said coldly, manipulating the golden consciousness energy to form a massive energy barrier, completely isolating Chthon's consciousness avatar from Wanda's consciousness body.
On the barrier, countless golden runes surged rapidly, continuously suppressing the power of Chthon's consciousness avatar.
"Afraid? Hahaha, ignorant human, do you know what you're talking about? Me, afraid? Such petty tricks—do you really think you can trap me with this?"
Chthon's consciousness avatar let out a roar, and the black mist surrounding him surged wildly, attempting to break through the blockade of the golden energy barrier.
He continuously condensed dark energy, launching fierce attacks against the barrier. Violent ripples appeared on the surface of the barrier, and the golden light flickered uncertainly.
"Kid, your strength isn't all that impressive! I advise you to surrender early; that way, I can at least leave your corpse intact. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"
"How noisy, full of nonsense. Is this the strength of you, an ancient Loki!"
"Hehe, let's see how long you can keep running your mouth!"
Loren said with a furrowed brow, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. Maintaining such an energy barrier required consuming a massive amount of consciousness energy, and Chthon's attacks were extremely fierce, so his pressure naturally grew greater and greater.
But he knew he could not retreat. Once the barrier was broken, Wanda would fall into danger once again.
"Wanda, listen to me," Loren turned his head to look at Wanda's consciousness body behind him, speaking in a serious tone.
"I will use consciousness energy to temporarily suppress Chthon's consciousness. Take this opportunity to mobilize the Chaos Magic within your body, and together with my consciousness energy, we will strike Chthon's consciousness core."
"Only by joining forces can we completely strip his consciousness out of your body!"
Wanda's consciousness body nodded heavily, hope reigniting in her eyes: "Okay! Master, I believe you! Let's join forces and drive this demon out!"
With that, she closed her eyes and began to fully mobilize the Chaos Magic within her. Under her control, the originally faint crimson energy gradually grew robust, echoing from afar with Loren's golden consciousness energy.
"Now!" Loren shouted, suddenly withdrawing a portion of the energy barrier's power while condensing the golden consciousness energy into a sharp energy spear, fiercely thrusting it toward Chthon's consciousness core.
At the same time, Wanda transformed the condensed crimson Chaos Magic into a beam of energy, closely following the energy spear as it shot toward Chthon's consciousness core.
Chthon's consciousness avatar was attacking the energy barrier with all his might and completely failed to anticipate that Loren and Wanda would suddenly launch a counterattack.
By the time he reacted, the golden energy spear was already right before his eyes. He hurriedly condensed dark energy for defense, but the defensive barrier condensed in his haste was utterly vulnerable.
With a *puchi*, the energy spear directly pierced through his dark defense, fiercely stabbing into his consciousness core. Immediately following, the crimson Chaos Magicbeam also arrived, heavily bombarding his consciousness core.
"Ah—!" Chthon's consciousness avatar let out a miserable scream.
The moment his consciousness core was hit, his body began to collapse rapidly.
The black mist continuously dissipated, and his red eyes gradually lost their light.
"No! I am not reconciled! This deity will definitely return! Loren, Wanda, just you wait!"
Chthon's voice carried endless unwillingness and malice, ultimately dissipating completely within Wanda's sea of consciousness.
"Wanda! Are you alright?" Loren hurried to Wanda's side, his eyes full of heartache.
Wanda looked at Loren, her eyes filled with gentleness and gratitude.
"Master, I'm fine. Thank you for saving me; otherwise, I really wouldn't have known what to do!"
In the eyes of outsiders, Wanda was the lofty Scarlet Witch, cold, sacred, and an existence who seemed capable of controlling everything in her hands. However, only she herself knew that her abilities were actually not that great.
Deep down, she didn't want to be some lofty Scarlet Witchat all; she actually wanted to be a dainty and dependent woman, everyday just hovering around Loren and taking care of his daily life.
Therefore, she also had a vulnerable side to her heart, except this side she would never display before outsiders. Her tenderness and vulnerability could only be seen by Loren.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here for everything. Now Chthon's curse has also been temporarily broken, and you won't have to worry about this issue ever again. From now on, your strength will become even more powerful."
"All of this was bestowed upon me by Master. No matter how powerful my strength becomes, I will always be Master's most loyal woman!" Wanda hugged Loren tightly, as if she wanted to melt her body into Loren's.
Right at this moment, she distinctly felt Loren's special physiological reaction. Instantly, her pretty face flushed red, and a hint of alluring charm climbed between her brows.
"Master, you must be very uncomfortable, right? How about we quickly exit the sea of consciousness and go home so I can properly serve you?" Wanda said with full anticipation.
Hearing this, Loren gave an awkward smile: "It's just a normal reaction, no need to be in such a rush. We'll have plenty of time tonight, but right now we really should return to the real World, otherwise everyone will start worrying."
As Loren spoke, with a shift in his consciousness, he directly returned to the real World.
Watching him and Wanda regain their senses, Nymph and Doctor Strange, who were guarding on the side, finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"Master, Sister Wanda, you guys have finally recovered; otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain it to the other sisters."
"This time it's all my fault. I was too conceited, acting rashly without figuring out what those black threads actually were, which caused Sister Wanda to fall into danger. Master, please punish me!"
Nymph knelt on one knee in front of Loren with a face full of guilt, begging for punishment.
Hearing this, Wanda immediately helped her up and said with utmost gentleness: "Sister Nymph, how can this be blamed on you! Chthon is an ancient Loki, a single Universe-class super powerhouse."
"It's normal that you didn't discover his schemes. Speaking of which, I should even thank you! If it weren't for you and Master acting together, I would probably still be threatened by his curse right now!"
"In other words, Sister Wanda, you've already lifted that dark curse? Really?" Hearing Wanda's words, a trace of excited smile appeared on Nymph's face.
"Of course. From now on, I will never have to worry about Chthon's curse again. Therefore, not only are you not at fault, but you've actually made a great contribution. Mastershould reward you instead, right, Master?"
Wanda affectionately hugged Loren's arm, saying gently, as if the person who had encountered a crisis in the sea of consciousness just moments ago wasn't her. Seeing Wanda be so understanding,
Loren's fondness for her increased by another fraction. To obtain such a woman, what more could a husband ask for!
However, a part of the reason for this crisis was indeed caused by Nymph's carelessness.
Therefore, he didn't show favoritism toward Nymph, but instead looked at her and said with a hint of seriousness: "Nymph, although your Sister Wanda is making excuses for you, we all know what the actual situation is."
"You must not be so reckless next time, understand? A severe punishment can be avoided, but a minor penalty is inescapable. Tonight, you and Wanda will come to my room together, and I am going to properly teach you a lesson!"
"Master, Nymph knows she was wrong, and tonight she will definitely submit to Master's disposal!" Hearing Lorensay that she should go to his room to find him tonight, Nymph not only wasn't scared, but instead became full of anticipation.
Hearing this, Wanda couldn't help smiling as she pinched Loren's arm: "Bad guy, you call this a punishment? This is clearly you wanting to reward people, right? I really don't know what to do with you!"
Chapter 314: Close-Combat Artificial Angel Manufacturing Technology is here!
Doctor Strange looked at the scene before him and breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked over to Loren and said solemnly, "My LordLoren, thanks to you all this time, Kamar-Taj was able to escape destruction. On behalf of all the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, I thank you."
Hearing Doctor Strange's words, Loren waved his hand and smiled indifferently, "You don't need to be so polite with me. I had a deep private friendship with your master. Before her passing back then, I promised her I would help you protect this place."
Now I am merely fulfilling the promise from back then. Besides, Wanda is your senior sister-apprentice, and speaking of which, I am your senior sister-apprentice's husband, so it is only right that I help you."
"Senior sister-apprentice's husband? This… well, that's true!" Hearing Loren's words, Doctor Strange was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he had ever heard the title of a senior sister-apprentice's husband, but the man before him had unfathomable strength.
Even when his master Ancient One was alive, she treated him with the utmost respect. As a disciple, he naturally could not break the rules—of course, he didn't dare break the rules either, so whatever Loren said went!
"Alright, now that the threat from Zarathos has been lifted, it's time for us to go back. However, you must not be careless. For Zarathos to dare launch a sneak attack on the Kamar-Taj Sanctum, there must be a certain conspiracy behind it."
If I guessed correctly, this matter is inseparable from that old ghost Mephisto, so during this period of time, you must pay close attention to Mephisto's movements."
Although Zarathos has been defeated, Mephisto definitely will not let the matter rest. We need to make preparations in advance."
Doctor Strange nodded and agreed, "Rest assured, I will monitor Mephisto's whereabouts through the eye of agamotto. Once he makes any unusual moves, I will notify you immediately."
"Mhm, contact us if anything happens. We'll be heading back first!" Loren nodded, then raised his hand and waved, and a portal quickly appeared before him.
Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped right inside, and Wanda and Nymph immediately followed.
In an instant, the trio left Kamar-Taj, and then the portal abruptly closed, making the three of them disappear without a trace. Watching the departing back of Loren, Strange's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.
The aura on Loren was far too powerful, so even though he was not an enemy of Kamar-Taj, it still gave Strange an unprecedented sense of oppression.
When he looked at Loren, it was like looking into a bottomless abyss that could swallow him up at any moment. This fear far exceeded that of Zarathos from before, or even Chthon's conscious avatar.
In the past, he didn't quite understand why his master Ancient One was so respectful to Loren, and even went to see Loren before she died. Now he understood: that man was an existence standing at the very peak of the pyramid.
With him on Earth for a single day, the sky of this Planetcould never change!
As the sun set, the golden afterglow spilled over the Sanctum Sanctorum of Kamar-Taj.
The dark energy in the air had long since dissipated, replaced by peace and tranquility.
Looking at this scene, a long-lost smile appeared on Doctor Strange's face.
"Wong, prepare some good wine and dishes tonight, the two of us are going to have a good drink!"
Doctor Strange turned his head and said to Wong, who was standing not far away.
Hearing this, a smile also appeared on Wong's face.
"Alright!"
Not long after Loren left Kamar-Taj, a system prompt suddenly rang out in his mind.
[Congratulations to the host for defeating Chthon's conscious avatar and successfully breaking the evil curse that whoever uses the darkhold will inevitably be devoured by Chthon's consciousness. Therefore, you are rewarded with Close-Combat Artificial AngelManufacturing Technology, system points +30]
[Host]: Loren Morgan
[Current World]: Marvel Universe
[Dimensional Worlds]: NieR: Automata, dragon ball, "Heaven's Lost Property"
[Science and Technology]: General-Purpose Combat Robot, Anti-Gravity Drone, Android Technology, Destroyer Armor Manufacturing Technology.
Capsule Technology, Senzu Bean Manufacturing Technology, Time Machine Manufacturing Technology, Gravity Room, Artificial Angel Technology, etc.
[system points]: 100
As the system prompt sounded, a massive stream of black technology information surged into Loren's brain.
In just a fraction of a second, the manufacturing methods of the close-combat artificial Angels from the World of Heaven's Lost Property were instantly understood and mastered by him.
This immediately caused a flash of pleasant surprise to gleam in Loren's eyes.
Close-combat artificial Angels!
This was also an extremely powerful type of Angel.
A blonde-haired young girl immediately appeared in his mind—Astraea.
That was an artificial Angel specializing in close-quarters combat. If he could build Astraea, he would definitely be adding another powerful general to his ranks.
Furthermore, Astraea possessed a childish face and a huge chest, so once Astraea was built, he would have one more option for his future happy life. Consequently, he couldn't help but look forward to it very much.
Aside from Astraea, there was another matter that made him even more expectant.
That was his system points had accumulated to 100 again.
This meant that he could start drawing a new technological World once more!
What would the next World be?
Chapter 315: A Harmonious Big Family, Hosting a Celebration Party?
Extracting a new technological World was no trivial matter, so before he was fully prepared, Loren did not plan to open it rashly.
Moreover, he had not finished studying all the technology from the heavens lost property World, so now was not a good time to open a new World; he planned to put it on hold for a while.
As soon as he returned to Morgan Manor, a wave of warmth hit him.
Immediately afterwards, several figures quickly stepped forward to welcome him.
Leading them, the Commander White wore a capable Commander's outfit, with undisguised concern on her face.
She walked briskly up to Loren, her gaze falling on him first.
Then she turned to Wanda in his arms, her tone urgent: "Master, you're back! I just sensed strong dark energy fluctuations. Did something happen?"
2B and A2, who followed closely behind, also gathered around. 2B raised a hand to adjust her blindfold, her gaze falling on Wanda's pale face.
She asked softly: "Miss Wanda looks very weak. Is she injured?"
A2 crossed her arms over her chest, her sharp eyes scanning their surroundings as if checking for potential hazards, yet she did not forget to add: "Do you need help dealing with the aftermath?"
Ikaros spread the golden wings on her back, slowly floating to Loren's side.
A gentle healing light had already condensed in her hands: "Master, does Sister Wanda need treatment? My healing magic can help her recover her stamina."
Tsunade walked up directly, and without waiting for Lorento speak, she reached out and placed her hand on Wanda's wrist.
She began to examine Wanda's physical condition, her brows furrowing slightly: "The magic energy inside her body is somewhat chaotic, and there is residual evil aura, but it's already very weak."
Hinata nearby walked over carrying a cup of warm honey water, a shy smile on her face: "Sister Wanda, drink some warm water first to warm up your body."
Mai Shiranui wore her signature red martial arts outfit, her figure graceful. She did not crowd forward, but stood a little further away, her gaze filled with concern.
Holding Wanda, Loren walked over to the sofa and sat down, gently placing her on the soft couch before looking up at the crowd with a gentle tone.
"Don't worry, everyone, we are fine. Just now at Kamar-Taj, we encountered Chthon's consciousness avatar, but it was already defeated by me and Wanda working together."
He paused and added, "Wanda was previously plagued by Chthon's curse, but this time it was thoroughly cleared out along the way. She won't be troubled by this aspect anymore in the future."
"Really? That's great!" Tsunade was the first to let go of Wanda's wrist, a hearty smile appearing on her face as she reached out to pat Wanda's shoulder.
"Although she is still a bit weak now, she will recover after resting well for a few days. I'll go prepare some medicinal soup to nourish her vital energy and blood, guaranteeing you'll regain your vigor soon."
"It's good that the curse is lifted. I've been worried about this matter all along." The Commander White breathed a sigh of relief, the solemnity on her face dissipating quite a bit as she turned to look at Loren.
"Since you're fine, you should rest well. Leave the matters in the manor to us."
Leaning against the sofa and looking at everyone gathered around her, feeling their heartfelt concern, Wanda's originally exhausted body and mind instantly warmed up quite a bit.
She took the honey water handed over by Hinata and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down her throat, making her feel much more comfortable.
She revealed a gentle smile to everyone: "Thank you all for your concern, I'm really fine, just a little tired. Moreover, thanks to Master and Nymph, Chthon's consciousness avatar has been completely defeated, and the curse has been thoroughly cleared."
"Nymph?" Everyone's gazes instantly fell upon Nymph.
Nymph felt a bit embarrassed from being stared at, subconsciously hiding behind Loren and revealing only half of her small head.
Because Nymph had been sent out on a mission by Lorenas soon as she was created, the group hadn't met her yet, and everyone was very curious about her.
Loren smiled and rubbed her hair, introducing: "This is Nymph, an electronic warfare universal Angel I just finished manufacturing. This time, being able to discover the residual curse inside Wanda was all thanks to her electronic intrusion ability."
"So that's how it is!"
A trace of curiosity flashed in Ikaros's eyes as she slowly floated to Nymph's side.
Her golden wings gently brushed across the top of Nymph's head as she said gently: "Hello, Nymph, I am Ikaros. From now on, we are partners."
Nymph looked up at Ikaros, then glanced at Loren. Seeing Loren nod in encouragement, she replied: "Hello, Ikaros."
Mai Shiranui also stepped forward at this time, revealing a hearty smile toward Nymph and waving at her.
"Welcome, Nymph! I am Mai Shiranui. If you need any help in the future, feel free to look for me anytime."
Hinata also nodded along, saying softly: "I am Hinata, I can help you too."
Seeing Nymph gradually accepted by everyone, a gratified smile appeared on Loren's face.
At this moment, the Commander White clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention.
"Since Wanda's curse has been lifted, and we've welcomed a new sister like Nymph, why don't we host a celebration party?"
Chapter 316: Master, you need to properly relax!
"This is a good idea. I'll go prepare the ingredients and bring out the fine wine I've treasured!" Tsunade was the first to raise her hand in agreement, her eyes flashing with excitement.
"I'll help decorate the living room!" Ikaros responded immediately, her golden wings gently flapping behind her as she already began conceptualizing the layout in her mind.
"2B and I will go prepare the tableware and decorations." A2 spoke up proactively, her tone remaining concise, but a hint of anticipation flickered in her eyes.
2B also nodded. "Alright, let's go together."
"I'll go help make some small pastries," Hinata said softly, a gentle smile on her face.
Mai Shiranui smiled and said, "I'll be in charge of livening up the atmosphere and performing a few moves to add to the fun!"
Everyone instantly divided the work clearly, getting busy with full energy.
Loren wanted to help, but was held back by the shoulders by Commander White.
She smiled and said, "Master, you just went through a battle and need to properly relax."
At this time, Mei Terumi also pulled Loren's hand and said seductively, "Master, what Commander White said is right. You should properly relax!"
Looking at the two sirens in front of him, Loren didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Goodness, their division of labor really was clear!
Before he could even react, he couldn't help but gasp a breath of cold air...
Just as Loren was holding a unique celebration, in the Hell Dimension, Mephisto was quietly watching the footage transmitted back from Earth not long ago.
That footage showed the scene of the great battle between Wanda and Zarathos, watching those scenes.
Cold sweat instantly soaked through his luxurious and exquisite dark red formal wear.
The cold touch of the gemstone cane came from his palm, yet it couldn't disperse the chill rising from the depths of his soul.
He was clear on Zarathos's strength; even if slightly inferior to himself, he was definitely an existence on the same level.
Defeat, or even severe injury, were all within his expectations.
He had even prepared backup plans to interfere and accelerate Zarathos's demise.
And he had prepared the backup plans to seize the opportunity to take the contract energy and backlash against Zarathos.
But he never expected it would end in this kind of conclusion.
It was too fast!
It was too decisive!
It was too much of a cheat!
He hadn't expected Wanda to completely integrate the power of the darkhold, unleashing true Chaos Magic.
That power exuded a cold, absolute, and unreasonable aura.
That was an erasure close to the "conceptual" level.
Zarathos wasn't "killed"; he was "vetoed" of his qualification to exist.
It was just like a piece of erroneous code being directly deleted by administrator privileges.
This reminded him of Chthon; that Elder Gods' power also carried similar root attributes.
But Chthon was flamboyant, corrosive, and filled with malicious whispers.
And at that moment just then, the aura Mephisto smelled was even more indifferent than Chthon's.
It was like the eternal, unchanging cold rules themselves.
"Chthon's consciousness avatar... could it be that it disappeared the same way?" A terrifying thought flashed across Mephisto's mind.
He originally thought that Loren used some trick or trump card, cooperating with the Witch's power to barely accomplish it.
Now it seemed, it was probably far from that.
This woman by Loren's side... No, Loren himself was ten thousand times more dangerous than all the intelligence he had gathered showed!
That idiot Zarathos was simply a test subject delivered to their door, using his complete annihilation to verify the enemy's terrifying degree.
Ambition? The darkhold? Dominating dimensions?
In front of an absolute and incomprehensible threat, these thoughts instantly vanished into thin air.
Mephisto felt an emotion long-lost and almost forgotten by him—fear.
It wasn't wariness towards a stronger person, but the most primitive fear facing an unknown abyss, facing the possibility that even existence itself could be easily erased.
"Can't provoke them... Absolutely cannot go provoke them again..." Mephisto gripped his cane tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He was incomparably grateful that he hadn't rashly made a move just now, and even rejoiced that the idiot Zarathoshad jumped out first.
He decided to retreat immediately and completely turtle up in the deepest part of the Hell Dimension.
Shut down all external channels and hide himself, just as if he had never harbored greed for the darkhold.
What face, what plans—in front of survival, they were worth less than nothing.
Carefully mobilizing his dimensional authority, he prepared to silently erase all observation traces of himself in this place and retreat back to hell.
Chapter 317 Bombarding the Hell Dimension
One day later, Earth, the underground laboratory of the estate.
The main screen was split into tens of thousands of frames, displaying fluctuations in parameters and energy readings of different dimensions.
Along with the complete recorded process of Wandaeffortlessly obliterating Zarathos and his contract just moments ago.
Loren stood in front of the central control console. Before him stood a neatly arranged, silently lethal mechanical legion.
They were not of a uniform standard; some were tall and heavy, with faint blue energy matrices flowing across their armor.
Some were slender and agile, suspended in the air, equipped with miniature yet deadly dimensional disruptors.
More were somewhere in between, forming a tight combat array.
Their metal shells shimmered with a cold gloss, and countless optical sensors flickered with a unified, rhythmic micro-light, resembling a silent galaxy.
There was no breathing, no heat, only the lowest hum of energy operation, converging into a suffocating wave of sound.
Wanda stood quietly behind and to the side of Loren, holding the darkhold in her hands, its pages naturally closed.
The expression on her face was calm, as if she had just casually brushed off a speck of dust.
Loren's gaze swept across the torrent of steel before him, entirely designed, manufactured, and armed by him.
His eyes were calm, devoid of the excitement or solemnity of about to conquer a dimension, looking more like he was reviewing a batch of tools about to leave the factory to execute specific tasks.
He raised his hand and glanced at the magic ring that Wanda had just finished charging for him, the patterns on the ring flowing with a gentle luster.
Then, he lowered his hand.
magic might not be needed this time.
His gaze returned to the legion, and through them, he seemed to have already seen that scorching, chaotic dimension filled with the scent of sulfur.
"Target: Hell Dimension, Lord Mephisto's core territory."
Loren's voice resounded in the empty laboratory, clear, steady, and unquestionable.
"All combat units, initiate the highest authority protocol—Liquidation."
"Hum——!"
The optical sensors of all the robots instantly lit up with a blinding scarlet.
The hum of the energy cores operating at full power suddenly spiked, and the air inside the laboratory trembled slightly.
"Saturation bombing tactics, execute with priority." Lorencontinued to issue commands, his speaking speed unchanged.
"Coverage: Seventy percent of the target dimension's coordinate radius."
"Ammunition type: Mixed loadout (specialized in high-explosive physics, energy disintegration, spatial shock, and soul interference)."
"Bombardment intensity: Indiscriminate, maximum yield."
He paused for a moment, thought about it, and added, "Bomb it for three days and three nights first."
"Command confirmed."
The cold synthetic mechanical voice issued from every combat unit simultaneously, converging into a uniform torrent.
"Protocol 'Liquidation' initiated."
"Dimensional coordinates locked——Hell Dimension."
"Saturation bombardment program loaded."
"Countdown begins——"
Loren took one final glance at the energy simulation map of the Hell Dimension displayed on the main screen.
It was violently fluctuating due to Mephisto's fear and the intrusion of the mechanical voice just now.
"Let him prepare; I'l go settle accounts with him personally."
Loren said to Wanda, the corners of his mouth twitching ever so slightly, his eyes filled with an icy coldness.
As a single Universe-level super entity, his status was unquestionable.
That old ghost Mephisto had been plotting against him in secret; naturally, he couldn't just sit and wait for death all the time.
This was not his style. Since the other party did not know what was good for them, he would let them experience the price of courting death first!
Therefore, he decided to take the initiative and bombard the Hell Dimension first, letting him properly experience the power of technology!
Chapter 318: Personally Descending into Hell
At Loren's command, a spatial gate suddenly opened, directly connecting to the Hell Dimension.
For a moment, the sky of the Hell Dimension had never been so bright.
Countless trajectories rushed into the Hell Dimension, tearing through the dark red curtain.
The flames of the explosions were like poisonous flowers blooming on rotting flesh, cluster after cluster, endless.
In an instant, they covered the scorched earth, lava rivers, and twisted mountains as far as the eye could see.
High-explosive physical warheads blasted demon fortresses, along with the dretches and horned demons inside, into the most basic particles.
Energy disintegration beams swept silently across, the Hellfire in large areas permanently extinguished, and the rocks disintegrated into delicate ashes.
Wherever the spatial shock ripples passed, the terrain was forcibly distorted and folded, creating faults that devoured everything.
Even more fatal were those specialized soul interference fluctuations, for demons that relied on negative emotions and soul energy to exist.
It was simply a silent plague, causing low-level demons to fall into stupors, collapses, or directly dissipate in patches.
Hell, this dimension symbolizing pain, chaos, and eternal torment.
Welcomed its first-ever technology-side saturation indiscriminate bombardment in history.
Traditional magic barriers were as fragile as paper under energy-focused attacks that exceeded the scope of comprehension.
The counterattack of the demon legions was like mosquitoes pouncing on a torrent of steel.
They could not even leave a scratch on that armor glowing with a cold luster.
Mephisto stood at the top of his deepest palace.
The terrace, originally used to enjoy torture and the wails of souls, had now become a window to observe this doomsday scene.
The ruby cane in his hand, symbolizing authority, had its inner light flickering uncertainly.
Just like his violently fluctuating state of mind.
Humiliated and enraged?
Yes, of course he was.
He was a Hell Lord, ruling over this dimension for countless years.
It was only his place to invade others and play with souls; when had he ever been beaten to his doorstep by others?
And still use such a crude method without any skill, purely relying on the accumulation of firepower, to wantonly ravage his territory?
Every explosion felt like a slap to his face.
The scorched black of every inch of land seemed to mock his incompetence.
Fear?
That was only natural!
The scene of Zarathos being easily erased was still vivid in his mind.
Moreover, the destructive power and persistence of this storm of steel and flame exceeded his understanding of war.
But what made his heart palpitate the most was that voice directly resounding within the dimension's origin.
And the hair-raisingly precise coordinate locking and striking that followed.
The opponent knew him and his dimension like the back of their hand.
"Counterattack! Must counterattack!"
Mephisto's pride and anger were burning; he tried to mobilize the source power of the Hell Dimension.
Condensing an abyss breath enough to tear space apart, or summoning ancient demonic shadows buried in the deepest parts of Hell.
The Spire of Agony let out an overburdened groan, and massive dark magic power began to gather.
However, the moment this counterattacking force was about to take shape.
The bombardment stopped without warning.
It did not gradually decrease, but stopped abruptly.
After the last wave of barrage fell, between heaven and earth there was only the crackling sound of burning.
The muffled sound of architectural debris collapsing, and the bewildered wails of injured demons.
An extreme, sharply contrasting silence descended, which was even more suffocating than the continuous roar.
Immediately after, the space in front of Mephisto.
Like the surface of water tossed with a pebble, rippled outward in stable silver-gray rings.
These ripples were not magic fluctuations, but a highly ordered spatial technology interference phenomenon.
It was also at this moment that Loren stepped out from it.
Dressed in a black suit, he formed a dazzling contrast with the tragic state of the surrounding Hell.
His expression was calm and waveless, as if the earth-shattering bombardment just now had nothing to do with him.
His gaze swept across the battlefield, finally landing on Mephisto atop the high tower.
There was no murderous intent, no deterrence, only a pure, evaluative scrutiny.
But this made Mephisto feel a chill as if his soul was being parsed.
The true source of the sense of oppression was the figures that appeared right after Loren.
That was a group of fair-skinned and beautiful women, namely Loren's harem legion.
Chapter 319 I Need You to Pay a Price
These women, each possessing a unique and powerful power system, had vastly different temperaments.
yet at this moment, they formed an unbreakable and dazzling formation with Loren at its core.
Their gazes were cold, sharp, arrogant, or blazing with battle intent.
But without exception, they were all focused on him.
The counterattack magic that Mephisto had originally condensed melted away as rapidly as a snowman under the sun in the face of this silent, immense pressure.
The knuckles of his fingers holding the ruby cane turned white, and the anger in his heart ignited by the humiliation of his territory was completely extinguished by a basin of ice water called "Reality".
Facing Loren alone, he might still have had the thought of fighting to the death or negotiating and stalling.
But facing such a group of "followers" who had distinct auras yet were all obviously powerful and looked to Lorenfor guidance, any thought of resistance seemed foolish and futile.
Loren took a step forward, merely a tiny step, yet it felt like the shift of the center of gravity of the entire array.
causing Mephisto to subconsciously take half a step back, his spine slamming against the cold tower railing.
"Mephisto." Loren spoke, his voice calm, yet it entered the Hell Lord's ears more clearly than the roar of the artillery fire just now, directly shaking his soul.
"Your little tricks wasted some of my time."
Mephisto opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, wanting to scold angrily, wanting to employ bewitching tricks.
But under Loren's eyes, which were calm to the extreme, and the gazes behind him that were like substance, all his words choked in his throat.
He could sense that the red-haired Witch's Chaos Magichad already quietly enveloped this area, sealing off space.
"I give you two choices." Loren's voice continued to ring out, without any threatening tone, merely stating a fact.
"Complete annihilation, just like Zarathos, having your traces erased from all dimensions."
Mephisto's heart shrank abruptly.
"Or!"
Loren paused, his gaze acting like the most precise scanner, examining Mephisto from inside and out.
"Surrender. Offer your Dimensional Authority Mark, and become a vassal under my faction. Your Hell will be incorporated into my order."
Surrender?
Become a vassal?
Mephisto's pride was screaming, bleeding.
He was a Master of playing with souls, contracts, and betrayal.
When had he ever thought he would face such a straightforward, unquestionable conquest clause?
This was more painful than killing him!
However, complete annihilation...
He thought of the scene where Zarathos disappeared without a sound.
He thought of that terrifying bombardment that lasted for three days and nights, seemingly endless.
He thought of the terrifying auras emanating from this group of women before him, any single one of which picked out alone would be enough to give him a headache.
And yet they all took orders from this seemingly ordinary human male before him.
Resist? He had no doubt that as long as he showed a trace of hostility or refusal, the next second, destruction would descend.
It could be the Witch's Chaos Magic, it could be the artificial human's sword qi, it could be the martial artist's heavy punch, it could be the empress's petrification light...
Or, it could be all of these combined with the cold mechanical army outside, plus unknown, even more terrifying means that Loren himself might possess.
The long, suffocating standoff actually only lasted a few seconds.
Mephisto's expression flickered uncertainly, from anger to fear, from struggle to despair, finally leaving only deep dejection and resignation.
His proud cunning, negotiation skills, and contract traps were completely useless in the face of absolute power and direct oppression.
Slowly and extremely difficultly, he knelt on one knee.
This movement seemed to drain all his strength and dignity.
The ruby cane in his hand slipped, rolling onto the ground, the light of the gemstone symbolizing power dimming.
He lowered his head, avoiding the gazes of Loren and all the females behind him.
His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with unprecedented humiliation:
"I... Mephisto, the lord of the Hell Dimension... choose to surrender."
He extended his finger, trembling as he tapped the center of his brow.
A wisp of dark red energy mark, covered with complex evil runes and exuding an aura of endless pain and temptation, was forcefully stripped by him from his soul origin.
When that mark appeared, the entire Hell Dimensiontrembled and wailed because of it.
Holding this Hell Authority Mark like a scalding hot iron, Mephisto raised it high above his head, extending it toward Loren's direction.
Loren did not reach out to take it himself.
Wanda by his side, however, stepped forward and steadily took that mark.
"Master, no problem, it is his soul mark!" Wanda nodded and said.
Hearing this, Loren also nodded, his gaze finally moving away from Mephisto to scan the dilapidated Hell around him.
"Your dimension needs rebuilding, but this requires you to pay a little price!"
His tone was calm, as if he were merely speaking of a trivial matter.
"What price? Please enlighten me, Master." Mephisto said respectfully.
"Hellfire!"
Chapter 320: "You'd better hurry up, or I wouldn't mind killing you!"
"Hellfire!"
Mephisto's pupils suddenly contracted, and a violent throb came from the depths of his soul, a reaction even greater than when he was asked to hand over the Authority Seal.
Hellfire was not an ordinary Fire.
It was not the naturally generated lava heat of this dimension, but something more essential and fundamental.
It was the residue of souls and all extreme negative emotions such as darkness, pain, anger, and hatred from the Hell Dimension.
It was a rule-based Fire nurtured through the precipitation of endless years and the guidance of Mephisto's own authority.
Not only could it burn matter, but it could also directly scorch the soul, bringing extreme torture far exceeding physical pain straight to the essence of existence.
At the same time, it was also the core energy source and medium for summoning and controlling the undead army, empowering low-tier demons, and even conducting certain high-level dark rituals.
It could be said that Hellfire was an extremely important link in his power system, a "specialty" and "symbol" deeply bound to his soul.
Hand over the origin of Hellfire?
This was no different from carving a piece of flesh and blood connected to his soul right out of his body!
Not only would it weaken his power, but it might also shake the foundation of his existence.
It might even affect his discounted control over the Hell Dimension that he had just handed over.
"No... This is impossible!"
Almost instinctively, Mephisto let out a hoarse low roar.
His lingering pride and the instinct to defend his core power made him try to resist this demand.
"I've already handed over the Authority Seal! Hellfire is the power of my origin! It is integrated with my soul! Stripping it away... You are trying to completely destroy me!"
He tried to straighten his back, a trace of stubborn Fire reigniting in his eyes, though this Fire seemed so weak and futile under Loren's cold gaze.
Loren had anticipated his reaction long ago and wasn't surprised at all.
"So you want to defy my orders?" His voice carried no fluctuation whatsoever, as cold as if it lacked emotion.
"You should clearly know what happens when you defy me. Do you want to be completely destroyed?" He used the calmest tone to state the most cruel fact.
Handing over Hellfire now would make him miserable, but he wouldn't die.
Not handing it over, or trying to resist, would immediately make complete eradication a realistic option.
Moreover, the other party had already scanned and analyzed his soul and power structure.
The so-called "integration with the soul" didn't seem like an unsolvable problem in the other party's eyes.
At this time, 2B moved her neck impatiently, making a cracking sound.
"You'd better hurry up, or I wouldn't mind killing you!"
She looked at Mephisto, her eyes as sharp as a knife.
"Kill me?"
This direct vocabulary was like an icicle, piercing through Mephisto's last bit of wishful thinking.
He didn't doubt for a second that the android in front of him had the ability to do what they said.
Standing behind them was Loren, who could easily erase Zarathos and reshape the geography of Hell with three days of saturation bombing.
Despair, like the most viscous asphalt, wrapped around his heart.
He realized that he had no room for bargaining at all.
After the so-called "submission", there was no breathing room to be gained.
Instead, he would become a vassal whose demands could be taken arbitrarily and completely at will.
Loren not only took away his authority, but now wanted to take away his iconic power.
The Fire of resistance flickered in his eyes, and finally went out completely, leaving only ash-like dejection.