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Chapter 267: Cooperation? Hell

Inside the metallurgy factory located within the mountain interior, the office decor wasn't particularly luxurious. Aside from electrical equipment like air conditioning, it was evident that many things in the office were sourced locally.

Even the wooden desk and chairs, seemingly made of ink-jade material, carried a faint scent of freshly cut wood.

The person in charge of the metallurgy factory brewed the tea, and seeing that Tang Song had no further instructions, bowed and withdrew.

"Come, you two, have a taste. This tea is a specialty of this world. Drinking it can clear your eyes, and prolonged consumption allows you to see in the dark like it's daytime. It's good stuff, just a bit bitter. If you're not used to it, you can add some sugar!"

Tang Song gestured for them to help themselves, then picked up the tea infusion in front of him and drank.

Just as he introduced, this specialty tea infusion from Heimdall was much more bitter than earth's tea, like adding bitter coffee and mint leaves to tea leaves.

As the tea infusion went down his throat, a cool sensation rushed from his throat straight to his heavenly spirit, giving his eyes a cool and comfortable feeling.

This drink of the Dark Elf race was less like tea and more like a magic potion. The Dark Elf race's ability to see in the dark as if it were daytime was more or less related to these drinks.

Rocket Raccoon, sitting opposite Tang Song, saw Tang Song drink the tea. He picked it up and, mimicking Tang Song's actions, took a sip. The moment the tea infusion entered his belly, the bitterness instantly filled his mouth.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—*hiss* *hiss*—"

Rocket Raccoon spat out all the tea infusion in his mouth. "What is this stuff? It's so bitter! Do all you earthlings like drinking this bitter stuff?"

Seeing Rocket Raccoon's frowning, comical expression, Tang Song smiled. He took a spoon from a shelf nearby and added some milk-based block sugar to his teacup.

Then he gestured to him with his hand and said, "Try it again now!"

Rocket Raccoon looked at Tang Song suspiciously, then tentatively took a small sip. The sweet, milky flavor instantly made his small eyes widen. Then, his two small claws quickly picked up the cup in front of him and gulped down the "milk tea"! Thor turned his head to look at him, then his large, greasy face covered in a thick beard stared at Tang Song opposite him. "Sir, you said you saved Asgard and saved Star-Lord?"

Tang Song put down his tea cup. "No need to be so polite. My friends just call me Tang. I saved Asgard because King Odin gave me sufficient return. As for saving Star-Lord, I wanted to make a deal with you?"

"A deal?" Thor was a little confused!

Tang Song explained, "Since you come from another universe, you should understand that your universe and this universe have many similarities: the Nine Realms, Asgard, superheroes including the Avengers, and most importantly, the endless stream of super villains—

Your universe was wiped out by half with a finger snap from Thanos, but our universe hasn't been yet. However, that Thanos is indeed taking action. I don't want the tragedy to repeat in our universe, so I plan to hire you, or rather, we can cooperate—"

"How to cooperate?" Thor's obese body leaned back in the wooden armchair, his fat hanging over the sides of the chair. He stared intently at Tang Song, trying to understand his intentions.

"I know the purpose of your visit to this universe: the Infinity Stones and Pym Particles. But this universe is not the one that is quantum entangled with yours, so the rules of time, space, reality, and soul are not interchangeable. Even if you get the Infinity Stones, in your universe, these Infinity Stones are just a few broken stones!"

"Unless you can find the universe that is quantum entangled with yours, the one that is two sides of the same coin.

I can provide you with the Pym Particles you need. Additionally, I can provide you with a batch of weapon equipment and manpower.

Of course, these things won't be given to you for free. When my universe faces difficulties, I will ask for your help, and at that time, you must provide assistance to the best of your ability!"

"That's it!?" Thor looked at Tang Song with some disbelief.

"That's it?" Tang Song smiled. "Do you know who the enemies our universe will face in the future are?

The Dimensional Evil God Dormammu, the Hell Lords coveting earth, Galactus, one of the legendary Five Great Cosmic Entities, and Thanos, who has always attempted to annihilate half the life in the universe! Oh, and your sister, if she becomes the King of Asgard, I think with her personality, she won't give up the territory of earth!

I need to find some helpers!"

What Tang Song said was half-truth, half-false. Whether it was Dormammu or the Hell Lords, including Thanos, he had already found ways to deal with them.

Dormammu's followers on earth had been completely wiped out by him. This Dimensional Evil God might not be able to find the Reality Dimension in the vast dimensions.

As for the Hell Lords coveting earth, Mephisto's death was enough to make them dare not easily set foot on earth with their true body for hundreds of years.

Thanos and Galactus were indeed trouble. Although the former no longer had the Infinity Stones, a tiger without teeth is still not to be underestimated. On Knowhere, the anti-matter annihilation bombs launched by the Dark Fleet, capable of destroying a planet, made Boss Tang fearful.

He had already offered a high price for Elder Mandel to collect as much civilized technology and finished products of warships as possible.

Especially spaceships carrying anti-matter annihilation bombs and star annihilation cannons.

It should be known that as a Cosmic Overlord, besides his personal strength, the armed influence under Thanos's rule was no less than that of the three major empires in the Milky Way Galaxy.

However, the information Tang Song received from Elder Mandel was that Thanos's Black Order was currently engaged in a major war with the Kree Empire and would not be able to spare time for earth in the short term.

As for Galactus, there was even less to say. That was a monster that fed on planets. In the original plot, Invisible Woman of the Fantastic Four seduced the Silver Surfer, who guided Galactus, saving earth from being eaten by Galactus.

But Boss Tang didn't want to gamble on whether Invisible Woman's looks would still work. This was also the reason he increased his investment and development in Heimdall.

As a *countryman, he naturally understood that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Even if earth was destroyed, he could just move to another place and start over.

Tang Song had another unspoken purpose for proposing the so-called cooperation with Thor.

"How about it? We can achieve a win-win situation. Your universe needs saving, and I don't want to see our universe destroyed either. Just like Asgard, what about the so-called Ragnarök? Now the Eternal Flame is in my hands. Even if your sister awakens, she can't destroy Asgard!"

Listening to Tang Song's words, Thor's originally conflicted complexion suddenly became strange. If he remembered correctly, Asgard was destroyed by his own hands.

He personally placed the fire giants' skull on the Eternal Flame, resurrecting the giant that destroyed Asgard.

However, thinking about the territory of Asgard destroyed by his own hands, and his people destroyed by Thanos, Thor often thought when he was sober, what if he hadn't competed with Hela for the throne?

With Hela's strength, perhaps she could have saved Asgard from Thanos's iron hooves. Hela's rule might have been brutal, but the people of Asgard might still be alive and well now, and even Loki might have survived.

This was also the reason Thor was constantly drinking heavily. He was afraid of falling into memories, painful, sweet, all memories. He was afraid of dreaming of them.

Father King, Mother Queen, Loki, the dreamy Asgard he destroyed with his own hands, he had let down too many people.

He envied the Thor of this universe; his mother was still alive, and his Father King and Loki were also there.

"My mother told me that the Asgard of this universe escaped the fate of Ragnarök!?" Thor leaned forward to look at Tang Song.

Tang Song spread his hands. "Odin and I reached a deal. In the future, I will help him teach his naughty daughter a lesson.

In return, he supported me with quite a few things, like the dwarf craftsmen you saw, and the Eternal Flame. But I'm not entirely confident, you know, your sister is indeed a bit difficult to deal with—"

"Leave her to me!" Thor said in a deep voice. "I will save Asgard. I have lost it once, I will not lose it again—" The last sentence, Thor said almost inaudibly, yet it was powerful and resonant.

But with that sentence, a bright electric arc seemed to flash across Thor's obese body.

"Then, happy cooperation!" Tang Song smiled and extended his hand.

"I only represent myself. Regarding your idea of cooperation, I will convey it to Captain and Tony. Whether they agree, I cannot guarantee!"

Thor extended his hand and shook Tang Song's hand tightly.

"I'll help you get the Pym Particles you're looking for, but there's something I need your help with!" Tang Song leaned over to refill Thor and Rocket Raccoon's tea.

"What is it?" Thor asked, touching the tea cup.

"I have a friend who was deceived by a demon in his youth and signed a contract. His father's soul was taken by the demon. I helped him deal with that demon, but his father's soul is still in Hell. Recently, he needs to go to Hell, and I'd like you to help him go!" Tang Song said.

Thor showed a look of realization. "I've met your friend, at that bar in the small town. You killed Mephisto, that's a guy whose strength is comparable to my Father King. Even I might not be his rival!"

Tang Song smiled humbly. "It was mainly Master Ancient One's merit. I just helped out!"

"I can help you with the matters, but I want to see Star-Lord first!" Thor changed the subject. "After all, our purpose for coming here is to find Star-Lord!"

"Star-Lord, he's in Raccoon City. You can meet him anytime!"

Seeing Rocket Raccoon's impatient expression, Tang Song directly drew a space gate sparking with fire. The other side of the space gate was the bar in Raccoon City.

At the bar counter, a greasy middle-aged man with a small belly was holding a large glass of beer and competing in a drinking contest with a crowd of customers.

"Hey, Quill!"

Rocket Raccoon impatiently jumped into the space gate.

Thor looked curiously at the sparking space gate. "This seems to be Strange's magic?"

Tang Song shrugged. "Our Sorcerer Supreme seems to prefer being a medical surgeon. I healed his hands, so there's nothing I can do, his responsibility has now fallen on my shoulders!

With great ability comes great responsibility, that's also the reason I'm looking for helpers!"

"You're a good person!" Thor looked at Tang Song, and before entering the space gate, he turned back and said, "Thank you, thank you for saving my mother!"

"Good person!?" Tang Song looked at the closing space gate and gave a self-mocking smile. "Me?!"

...…

"Quill, where did you go? We looked everywhere for you! We came to the wrong universe!"

Rocket Raccoon jumped out of the space gate, completely ignoring the gaze of the crowd in the bar. He jumped onto Star-Lord's shoulder, wrapped his arms around his neck, and punched him hard twice.

"Oh? Am I seeing things? A talking raccoon dog?" A customer drinking at the bar rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looking at Rocket Raccoon.

"Raccoon! I'm a Raccoon!"

Rocket Raccoon bared his teeth again, but the little guy's face really had no deterrent effect, instead causing the people in the bar to burst into laughter.

After the initial surprise, there was no longer much fear regarding Rocket Raccoon's existence. Since Utopia was founded and mutants had a country to rely on.

In the Federation, mutants had instead become a minority group. Under political correctness, their status was much nobler than that of ordinary white people.

All sorts of strange and wonderful mutants were now popular guests on television programs. The more bizarre their abilities and appearance, the more popular they were on television.

What's wrong with a talking raccoon? It was said that Disney was even inviting a mutant who could transform into a mermaid to play the Little Mermaid, but unfortunately, that mutant was a black person.

"I was captured by a pervert, The Collector Tivan!" Star-Lord said with a face full of bad luck. "He saw that I was from another universe and thought I was an excellent collection item!"

"The Collector Tivan, Grandmaster's brother. In our universe, I remember he died at Thanos's hands!" Thor, who arrived a step late, sat down next to Star-Lord, beckoned the bartender for a beer, and yes, at Rocket Raccoon's protest, got him one too.

The bar owner clearly remembered this generous guest from yesterday and brought two large glasses of beer, a generous amount.

"The Collector Tivan, that effeminate-talking guy, I remember him!" Rocket Raccoon climbed onto the chair next to Star-Lord, drinking beer and replying to Star-Lord.

Star-Lord shook his head with lingering fear. "He's different from the Collector in our universe. His strength is very strong, Thor. His strength is completely comparable to yours. If it weren't for Ronan the Accuser invading Knowhere, plus that Tang being there, you wouldn't have seen me!"

"What's the deal with that Tang?" Thor asked, looking around and using his wine glass as cover while speaking.

Star-Lord shook his head. "I'm not sure, but he stopped the Chitauri from invading earth, and he has very high prestige on earth!"

"Little guy?" Thor looked at Rocket Raccoon.

Rocket Raccoon was clinging to the wine glass, gulping down beer. Hearing Thor's question, he shook his head. "I recorded his expression. From his heart rate values and micro-expression analysis, he wasn't lying!"

"But do we really have to cooperate with him?"

"I don't want the Asgard of this universe to be destroyed, just like our universe. I now have the ability to stop all of this!" Thor clenched the wine glass in his hand and took a big gulp. The golden liquid flowed down his beard.

"Okay, what do we do now?" Rocket Raccoon was a little confused.

"First, let's find Scott and ask him how his search for Pym Particles is going. If he can't get enough Pym Particles, we can only cooperate with Tang!" Thor put down his wine glass and shouted to the bar owner, "Boss, another one!"

Hive Base, Second Laboratory, a completely enclosed, sterile white room. Inside a hibernation pod filled with nutrient fluid, a naked male husk with a small belly was immersed. Next to this sterile room, over a dozen research personnel in white coats were analyzing live cells extracted from this male body, extracting the legendary deity gene.

Heimdall, Underworld, a thousand-mile-wide swamp. Under the pitch black night sky, the hills in the swamp were dotted with fluorescent light spot, and green fireflies constantly flickered.

Looking closely, those were not hills at all, but a massive eight-headed giant snake. The scattered green fluorescent light spot were the scale fires in the eye sockets of the white bone skeleton attached to its body. From the occasional hissing of the eight-headed giant snake, one could tell that these skeletons residing on its body made it extremely annoyed.

But just like marine creatures cannot do anything about the barnacles residing on them, after trying everything and finding no method to deal with these white bone skeletons, the eight-headed giant snake could only let them be and lie flat.

Tang Song stood in the pitch black high altitude, looking down at these skeleton demons.

More accurately, white bone demonic gods.

By constantly absorbing the essence blood from the eight-headed giant snake's body and hunting, a large portion of these skeleton demons had evolved into white bone demonic gods.

...…

Two days later, Raccoon City Base, the familiar nine nine-pointed formations nested together. Thousands of Cosmic Cube energy crystal stones were embedded in the formation diagram.

However, this time the destination of this void teleportation formation was Hell.

"Weapon Research Institute wants the corpses and bones of thirty-six giants to research some kind of Great King Kong Formless Demonic God. They offered five hundred thousand US dollars each.

They want demons of the twelve zodiac signs, demons that crack jokes, dragons. Where am I supposed to get those? They offered five million US dollars for the corpse and soul of a demonic dragon!"

In front of the teleportation formation, Johnny Blaze stood with Wolverine Logan, and beside them was a pale-faced middle-aged man wearing a high-collared cloak.

Meanwhile, Deadpool, one of the protagonists, was hiding to the side, calculating the orders from buyers in the small town since he announced he was going to Hell.

"Old Paul wants a succubus, measurements ******, size of a football. If there really was one, it wouldn't be your turn. But two hundred thousand US dollars? No way, at least five hundred thousand—"

"Wade Wilson! The teleportation formation is opening, we're leaving!" Wolverine took a deep drag from his cigar, feeling his hands tremble slightly. Even for someone seasoned and battle-hardened like him, the thought of going to Hell made him feel a faint fear.

After all, not everyone could be as nerves-of-steel as Deadpool.

"Right away, right away! Tell Old Paul for me, a succubus is at least five hundred thousand, the price is non-negotiable. Oh, and promote me for me, I'll give you a twenty percent discount!"

Deadpool Wade Wilson chattered incessantly, promoting himself to the Card Soldier next to the teleportation formation, only to be kicked into the teleportation formation by the impatient Card Soldier.

With his antics, Johnny and Logan's inner fear of Hell was reduced. Along with the middle-aged man beside them, they walked into the teleportation formation.

What is Hell like? This question has been extensively described in various religious myths of human civilization.

To be honest, human self-imagination is quite boring. Regardless of the religion, the descriptions of Hell are largely the same.

Eternal flames, burning the souls of sinners. Those who are extremely wicked are hung by chains, repenting their sins in endless fear.

There are also gloomy and terrifying Hell minions, goblins or imp-like noisy low-level demons and devils, responsible for tormenting those unwilling to atonement. Their wailing sounds like background music echoing through Hell.

In the legends of those myths, the entire Hell seems to be a large-scale soul labor camp, hiding warnings to encourage people to be good beneath the appearance of terror and pain.

But in reality, how could true Hell be so gentle?

How could the demons and devils living here be so idle as to redeem souls?

"Slap!"

Deadpool swung a foot, kicking down a corpse-like thing shuffling forward on the scorching barren sand in front of him.

Simply because it blocked his path.

The walking corpse that was kicked down didn't dare to fight back. It held its head and lay on the ground, trembling.

"These are the lowest level things in Hell."

Dracula, like a guide, introduced to Deadpool, Wolverine, and Johnny, who were visiting Hell for the first time: "They were ordinary people who accomplished nothing in life, falling into Hell because of some sins. But their souls are too ordinary, not even the lowest level demons are interested in them. They can only shuffle across the earth in the form of walking corpses, never finding release."

"Sounds pretty miserable."

Deadpool curled his lips and commented emotionlessly. He looked at the crowd of corpses shuffling forward in scattered lines on the barren sand in front of him. He asked, "Where are they going?"

"The Abyss. Their decaying husks will serve as a hive for incubating larvae there, and their meaningless souls will become food for the next batch of Abyss worms."

"The Abyss?"

Johnny asked.

"Doesn't sound like a good place."

Dracula glanced in the direction of the depths of Hell. He said in a low voice:

"It certainly isn't."

"The Abyss, that is the birthplace of Abyss worms, the origin pit of all demons in Hell. Whether it's terrifying greater demons or weak imps, they are all born from there."

"They have exactly the same starting point, but completely different fates. They kill each other from birth. Those who are not fierce enough, not cunning enough, can only be trampled underfoot. Only truly heaven-sent geniuses have a chance to climb to a high position."

Dracula shook his head. He said with emotion, "These are the rules of the demon world, a hundred times more direct than human rules, and ten thousand times more cruel."

"Hmm, interesting rules. No wonder the creatures of Hell are known for being violent and insane. The desire for slaughter is engraved in their bones, like the carrier that supports their souls. But unfortunately, we are not here for a trip, although this knowledge is truly fascinating."

Johnny had now transformed into Ghost Rider. He glanced at the decaying walking corpse crawling forward with hunched bodies in the red sand on the ground. He turned back to look at Dracula and said:

"Do you know where Mephisto's Castle is?"

"I wouldn't know that!"

Dracula looked strangely at Johnny and the thousands of gold troops behind him. He shook his head:

"To be honest, although I am of the Vampire Clan, I don't know much about Hell. But we can capture a greater demon and ask!"

Deadpool Wade Wilson was poking the crawling walking corpse with his blade out of boredom. "Succubus, where are the beautiful succubus—"

This place was full of these disgusting walking corpses. He should have just stayed in his own swimming pool and taken a comfortable bath.

"Then let's catch a guide!" Johnny said, looking at Deadpool beside him. "Wade Wilson, you be the decoy!"

"Me!"

Deadpool angrily cut the walking corpse in half with one strike. "Why is it always me!"

"Because you're the weakest!"

Flames flickered in Johnny's skull.

"Your strength won't scare away the demons!"

"Alright!"

Deadpool grumbled and shrugged, walking away with a somewhat tragic air. Uh, it would be better if he could turn off the music on the mobile phone on his waist.

"Honestly, I didn't expect you mortals to be able to do this, coming to Hell to reclaim the soul taken by a demon. I admit your Boss is very strong, but this is Hell!

Dracula frowned. "We need to hurry, otherwise if we stay too long, the aura in Hell will infect you and turn you into demons!"

It was clear that this famous vampire was not very optimistic about Johnny and his group.

A strange smile appeared on Dracula's bloodless face. "Are you and your father biologically related?"

Flames shot out three feet long from Johnny's eyes, and his gaze towards Dracula carried killing intent. "Is there a problem with that?"

"Of course there is!"

Dracula took out an evil-looking skull from his pocket. Green radiance was flickering in the eye sockets of the skull, which didn't look like a human head. There were also two delicate small horns on the forehead of the pale skull. In short, it looked very evil.

"In the realm of occultism, bloodline ties are much closer than you think, especially in Hell, where dark magic energy is heavily concentrated."

"With just a little trick, you can greatly enhance your mutual sensing."

Dracula threw the skull in his hand to Johnny. He said:

"Drip your blood onto it, then silently repeat your father's name."

"Attention! It must be the full name, not a single character can be omitted!"

Dracula instructed:

"If everything goes smoothly, we will soon sense the position of Mephisto's Collection Vault."

Johnny took the skull thrown by Dracula, somewhat puzzled. "Since we have this, do we still need to find a guide?"

Dracula shook his head. "I'm just annoyed that guy keeps buzzing about succubus in my ear like a fly!"

Just then, in the distance, the unlucky Deadpool was running wildly towards them, followed by over a dozen demon dogs the size of calves. One of the demon dogs' sharp teeth had pierced Deadpool's rear, hanging onto his body like a pendant.

A deep canyon, steep cliffs, a huge entrance about a mile in diameter. Going inward about twenty miles, there was a massive cave. Here, gold and silver treasures were piled up like a small mountain.

A huge three-headed demonic dragon lay lazily on the piled-up gold and silver treasures. Its three heads breathed heavily, and terrifying dark fluctuations occasionally emanated from its entire body.

Over a dozen half-dragon person were squatting beside it, carefully wiping its smooth and hard dragon scales with soft white silk. Under the belly of this three-headed demonic dragon, the wreckage of a Chitauri warship was clearly pressed down.

"With Mephisto dead, the Fifteenth Abyss has become ownerless,"

The three-headed demonic dragon grunted slowly. "The Reality Dimension is indeed terrifying. I don't understand why those demons are so desperate to go to Midgard. Human souls are indeed fragrant and sweet, but unfortunately, the Sorcerer Supreme's strength is simply perverted!"

Slowly rolling over, exposing its large belly upwards, it signaled the half-dragon person to continue wiping the scales on its belly.

"Mephisto's death is a good thing. The Fifteenth Abyss has become ownerless. The Fifteenth Abyss, my strength should be able to compete for the position of Hell Lord!

Unfortunately, the old geezer's strength is too strong. Dragon Abyss, if the Lord of Dragon Abyss were me, then all the treasures in the entire Abyss would be mine!"

Thinking of good things, the demonic dragon's three heads couldn't help but drool.

At this moment, a black wyvern about ten meters long flew in. "Tribe Leader, humans have appeared in the Fifteenth Abyss!"

"Call me Lord!" The three-headed demonic dragon flapped a wing, sending the reporting black flying dragon flying hundreds of meters away. "Demonic Dragon Lord!"

"Humans, I haven't seen living humans in thousands of years. Tender human beauty / beautiful woman, and crispy human flesh, that rich flesh and blood, ugh, just thinking about it is exciting! How many people are there, and what is their strength?"

The black wyvern that flew back had a human-like look of confusion on its face. "Tribe Leader, the kobold demon reported that there are many, but I'm not very clear on the specifics!"

"Useless thing! Get out!"

The three-headed demonic dragon opened its mouth and unleashed a dragon breath, then a heavy sneeze sent it flying hundreds of meters away.

The black wyvern crashed heavily against a rock wall. The terrifying impact force almost shattered its wings.

It flapped its wings and quickly escaped the cave, grabbing two strings of jewelry in its claws.

"Humans, the Fifteenth Abyss is currently engaged in more than one Abyss Blood War to compete for this dimension. These humans suddenly appearing here? Is there some conspiracy?"

The three-headed demonic dragon got up and looked into the distance. After a moment, it flapped its wings and flew out of this dragon cave.

(end of chapter)