American comics: They're already gods of light, and only now do they get their cheat codes.

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The golden light in his eyes shone even brighter, and lines of destiny appeared in Baldr's eyes, finally stopping at one point.

"Wanda!"

"Wanda's fate has changed."

Badr's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Chapter 89 The Last Prayer

Wanda huddled in a corner, her face unnaturally pale, her eyes vacant and numb.

Looking at my hands, which were originally fair, they now seemed so glaringly obvious.

It's destroyed. Everything is destroyed.

The entire base was destroyed. The security guard, who was usually very funny, and the cleaning lady, who was the only one who could bring warmth to her and her younger brother after their adoptive parents died, were both dead.

Even his younger brother died.

And all of this is because of her, because of the outburst of the power within her.

She didn't know who to blame, certainly not the gods. It was herself, all her own fault. She had failed to control that power, which caused the violent force to destroy everything.

"bump!"

Wanda suddenly picked up a stone from the side and smashed it hard against her fair hand.

Despite being covered in blood, Wanda felt no pain, but rather a sense of relief.

He kept slamming his hands down until they were completely mangled and bloody before finally stopping.

It wasn't that she didn't want to keep smashing; it was because she didn't have much strength left.

Wanda didn't go to get some food; she just curled up in her shell for a while longer.

Just die like this, then you won't harm anyone else.

Suddenly, her heightened senses, enhanced since activating the power of chaos, made her realize that a terrifying entity was approaching her location at great speed, and even carrying a strong sense of malice.

Wanda no longer wanted to resist. Whoever wanted to kill her, let them kill her. Her brother was already dead, and she had no last enemy. What was the point of living? Revenge?

It's all meaningless now, it doesn't matter anymore.

The wild roar of motorcycles echoed through the entire street. The next moment, a skeleton rider, engulfed in raging hellfire and riding a hell motorcycle, appeared in Wanda's sight, exuding an eerie and oppressive aura.

Just a glance from that skeleton knight sent a chill down my spine, as if my very soul were about to burst into flames.

Wanda did not resist; she no longer wanted to do anything.

Ghost Rider sensed the intense necromantic aura emanating from Wanda, an aura accumulated from killing at least several thousand people recently.

In an instant, the instinct to judge sin completely took over Ghost Rider. Ghost Rider stepped off his motorcycle and strode forward, his eyes burning with hellfire as he stared directly at Wanda.

"Sinner, look me in the eye!"

Wanda could feel the terrifying power in those eyes, a power that could absolutely destroy her. Instead of resisting, she raised her head and welcomed the destruction.

In an instant, the Eye of Judgment was fully activated. The terrifying mental power at the level of a sub-father tore through all of Wanda's magical defenses in an instant, and the Judgment Fire, which was enough to burn even the soul, enveloped Wanda's entire body.

Suddenly, a flash of darkness appeared in the depths of Ghost Rider's eyes.

"Sinner, your sins are grave; you will be cast into hell!"

The next moment, the hellfire solidified, a hellish rift appeared instantly, and the pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.

At this moment, Mephisto, hidden in the shadows, watched this scene with some nervousness.

When dimensional demons invade Earth from the outside, they are met with a beating from the Ancient One. However, if they invade from the inside out, the Ancient One's resistance is much less. Sometimes she will stop them, and sometimes she won't. It all seems to depend on the Ancient One's mood.

Mephisto wasn't sure whether the Ancient One was in a good mood or a bad mood this time; it all depended on luck.

In particular, He had designs on a holder of Chaos Power, and who knows if the Ancient One would pay special attention to this woman.

However, as the rift to hell was opened, the Ancient One did not appear, and Mephisto's breathing gradually became rapid.

Even after Wanda's figure had completely fallen into hell, the Ancient One still hadn't appeared. If it weren't for the shrewdness and composure accumulated over countless years, Mephisto would have jumped up on the spot.

He could still control his emotions, but he could no longer control his actions. Mephisto instantly transformed into a streak of light and rushed into the rift leading to hell.

Her entire body was falling, and the terrible flames were burning her body in sync, bringing a kind of exhilarating burning sensation. Wanda, however, seemed completely numb and did not resist at all.

Finally, Wanda landed, crashing heavily to the ground.

The scorching, distorted, and unbearable smell of sulfur and scorching heat rushed into my nostrils, instantly filling my heart with countless negative emotions—pain and discomfort—perfectly matching humanity's understanding of hell.

Here, it seems that one must endure pain every moment.

Suddenly, something blocked the sky above.

Wanda subconsciously looked up and saw an elderly man with an extraordinary demeanor.

"Old man, what are you doing here? Leave now, this is hell."

Even in such circumstances, his kind nature was hard to conceal. Upon hearing this, Mephisto laughed, a strange laugh, with demonic flames burning deep within his eyes.

"The reason I'm here is, of course, because I'm the one who brought me here."

Wanda was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses: "Old man, are you the skeleton knight from before?"

"No, no, no, Ghost Rider is just my perfect warrior."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Mephisto, the most powerful lord of hell, the dimensional demon god!"

A series of intimidating-sounding words made Wanda fall silent for a moment, and then she shook her head.

"It doesn't matter anymore. If you want to kill me or devour my soul, then you can have it all."

Seeing Wanda's lifeless appearance, Mephisto did not immediately attack her. Wanda was not in her most perfect state, and more importantly, the fish had not yet taken the bait.

"Want to know what that power within you is?"

Wanda's ears twitched, then she shook her head. She was still somewhat curious, but not intensely. After all, death didn't matter anymore; what difference did it make whether she knew what that power was?

Mephisto, regardless of whether Wanda wanted to know or not, began to speak as if to himself.

"That is the power of chaos, the magic of chaos, or the magic of chaos. It has many names, but in essence, it is one of the most powerful forces in the universe."

"Little girl, you are a lucky chosen one. There are very few humans in the universe who have this kind of luck."

Wanda remained numb. No matter how special she was, her brother was dead. What could this power do? She had no family left.

Mephisto suddenly changed his tone: "Of course, if you hadn't received this good fortune, how could I have chosen you, and how could... your power have surged?"

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This time, Wanda, who had been completely numb, suddenly raised her head and stared intently at Mephisto, her eyes flashing with intense emotion.

"Did I leave the riots because of you?"

“Not only that.” Mephisto’s tone was full of amusement.

With a wave of her hand, a series of images appeared in mid-air, showing Wanda praying to the gods whether or not to accept the power within her.

"Do you remember this scene?"

As the scene continued, when Wanda activated her power, an external force suddenly descended, causing the power to surge violently.

"It's you, it's all you!"

Wanda understood. At that moment, she understood everything.

It was this guy who impersonated a god, sent down a divine decree, and made her activate her power.

It was this guy who used his methods to cause the power within her to surge violently, thus killing everyone, including her own brother.

angry!

fury!

An unprecedented rage!

"I'll kill you!!"

.... ..... ....

For the first time in her life, Wanda felt such a strong urge to kill a person, or rather, an individual.

Within her body, crimson chaotic power surged instantly. Rage and slaughter, intertwined with the chaotic power, filled Wanda's eyes. At this moment, with her crimson eyes, Wanda seemed to have completely stepped into the demonic path.

Waves of chaotic power struck, blasting everything in their path into ashes.

Mephisto simply waved his hand casually, sending the streams of chaotic energy aside.

The power of chaos is very strong and incredibly powerful, but the difference in their status is simply too great. The little girl before him is merely a naive child with such supreme power, posing no threat to Mephisto whatsoever.

Moreover, as time went by, Mephisto watched Wanda become increasingly engulfed by anger and constantly eroded by the negative demonic energy of hell, and he nodded in satisfaction.

The reason for telling her the truth was to gradually corrupt Wanda with the rules of Hell amidst her anger. The stronger this corruption, the easier it would be for Mephisto, as the lord of Hell, to control her.

At this moment, Wanda is like a delicious little cake that Mephisto can devour at any time.

Feeling that her attacks had no effect on her opponent, who made no attempt to hide their toying, Wanda was filled with despair.

In his heart, with the last glimmer of hope, he uttered the most sincere prayer of his life.

"God, if you truly exist, please, one last time, bless your devout believers."

"I will give my body, my soul, everything I have to you completely, and I only ask that you kill the shameful enemy before me."

"Praying to your god again?" Mephisto's amused voice came from above: "That ant-like insect, if it really had that kind of courage, why would it have waited until now? That guy has completely abandoned you."

"Oh, is it so?"

Indifferent and majestic, like a celestial voice from the heavens, reverberating throughout the entire hell.

The next moment, a terrifying light suddenly descended from beyond the sky, tearing through the darkness and heat of hell; a divine power, dispelling all negativity.

Chapter Ninety: The final piece of the puzzle shakes hell!

The familiar divine power of light bathed Wanda, restoring her health and healing her emotional wounds.

Having lost her adoptive parents and then her younger brother, she felt completely empty, but at this critical moment, she received God's salvation.

At this moment, Wanda's gaze was extremely devout, as if the entire world contained nothing but that one figure.