American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

# Chapter 207: Mephisto, Loki

Eric Selvig watched speechlessly as the waitress brought another large serving of fried pork chop. The fried pork chop at this fast food restaurant was their specialty; golden and crispy on the outside, tender and juicy on the inside, sprinkled with black pepper, it tasted exceptionally good.

Moreover, the portion was generous. One serving of fried pork chop plus a large cup of cola was enough to fill an adult.

Eric Selvig looked at the blonde strong man in front of him devouring the pork chop. This was already the fourth serving the waitress had brought over.

"Professor! It looks like your research funding won't last through this quarter. How about we discuss it? You can sign my internship certificate first!"

Darcy chewed on her chewing gum, joking with Professor Selvig, her eyes not leaving the muscular lines visible beneath the blonde strong man's shirt.

When Jane picked him up and brought him home, she had secretly watched him change clothes. Wow, those abdominal muscles were even more solid than those jocks on the school basketball team.

It was a pity that his appearance was too sci-fi. Otherwise, just for those muscles, Darcy wouldn't mind having some intimate contact with him.

"Mmm—Midgardians, I will not forget your offerings. When I return to Asgard, I will reward you..."

The blonde strong man's mouth was full of pork chop. He looked up and said indistinctly to Professor Selvig.

Darcy rolled her eyes in annoyance. Here we go again. Such a good-looking blonde hunk, but unfortunately, he was an idiot.

Midgard, Asgard, his mouth was full of nonsense.

Professor Eric Selvig looked at Thor, who was eating heartily, with some concern. He beckoned to his students and whispered, "Could he have hit his head too hard?"

Doctor Eric Selvig was a world-renowned astronomy doctor. He had brought two students to New Mexico to observe astronomical phenomena.

Who would have thought that chasing an aurora would lead to hitting someone, and it seemed like he had been knocked silly! All he talked about was Asgard and Midgard.

"Professor, the doctor's examination results said it was a mild concussion. It shouldn't affect his brain, right?"

Jane Foster quietly pointed at Thor's head.

"Let's leave it like this for now. Take him back to New York and find a better hospital for a thorough check-up!"

Eric Selvig sighed.

He calmed down and listened to the blonde strong man's mumbling. As he listened, his heart suddenly stirred.

"Thor, you just said that Asgard, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Nidavellir, Midgard, Jotunheim, Svartalfheim, Helheim, and Muspelheim all exist relying on Yggdrasil. What are their specific locations and arrangements?"

"Professor, although I'm just an intern assistant and don't know much about astronomy, what he's saying is clearly Norse Mythology. You don't actually believe in the Nine Realms or Asgard, do you?"

Darcy was not an astronomy student; she was Jane's best friend. She had come out with Professor Selvig and Jane this time just to get an internship certificate.

So she couldn't understand why Professor Selvig was so interested in Thor's words.

"Asgard is here, your Midgard is here, and this is Vanaheim!"

The blonde strong man swallowed the fried pork chop in two bites, gulped down half a bottle of beer, and drew the distribution map of the Nine Realms on the table with his finger.

Although the blonde strong man was explaining to Professor Selvig, most of his attention was on the woman beside him.

This was a kind of appeal Thor had never seen before, different from the Valkyries in Asgard.

Thor's evasive gaze did not escape Jane Foster's notice.

At this moment, Jane Foster didn't have much affection for this blonde strong man, but rather more curiosity and a little admiration for his physique.

Just as Thor was enjoying a feast at the fast food restaurant, near the small town, at the sand dune.

Idle men from the Federation lined up, exerting themselves against Mjolnir on the hill.

The area near the sand dune was very lively, with even mobile food trucks appearing! "Two burritos!" Kane came to the food truck.

"Okay, okay, just a moment, coming right up?"

The person running the food truck was a black man. He glanced at Kane and lowered his head to quickly make Mexican burritos.

"Smells delicious! Get me one too!"

An elderly white man wearing a black trench coat and leaning on a cane walked up beside Kane and said to the old man selling burritos.

A strong smell of sulfur made Kane's nose itch. He frowned and looked at the old man beside him.

"Roar!" Behind Kane, the shadow of a White Tiger flickered, looking at the elderly white man, its fur standing on end.

Kane looked at the elderly white man, stepped back two steps, and placed his hand on his calf. A sharp Kukri Knife was strapped to his calf.

The elderly white man's gaze swept over. The White Tiger's phantom behind Kane let out a silent low growl. Sensing danger, Kane instinctively reached for his knife.

A palm suddenly landed on his shoulder at this moment.

"Kane, go play over there. I'll chat with this old gentleman!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Kane's tense nerves immediately relaxed.

"Boss!"

Kane turned and bowed slightly to Tang Song.

He retreated a few steps but didn't go too far, standing behind Tang Song, his gaze fixed on the leather-clad old man.

Tang Song was wearing a white suit and also held a cane.

He rubbed the jade beast head on the cane.

Yin Yang Qi flowed between Tang Song's eyes, and the image of the elderly white man in front of him immediately changed.

Through this Human Form, he saw the essence of the elderly white man: a thousand-zhang tall Goat-headed Demon flickering in the raging fire of magma.

Mephisto, one of the Hell-Lords, and the most active Demon in the Marvel World.

"Rustle, rustle!"

The Black Jade Thumb Ring on Tang Song's thumb rustled its scales, transforming into a Single-Horned Black Snake, coiling on Tang Song's thumb and flicking its tongue at Mephisto.

Black flowing light faintly swam within its snake scales.

"Old gentleman, you appear here so brazenly, aren't you afraid the owner here will ask you to leave?"

Paying three USD, Tang Song took the Mexican burrito from the black man's hand and casually handed one to Kane behind him.

"I'm not a bad person. I just wanted to see the son of an old friend.

But the owner here is indeed not friendly enough, and they discriminate against us poor neighbors. The sons of tycoons can come and go freely, but we aren't even allowed through the door!"

Mephisto seemed to have truly transformed into a lonely old man who wanted to visit relatives but was rejected. He looked at Tang Song, complaining incessantly.

Yin Yang Qi flowed in Tang Song's eyes. He saw through Mephisto's true nature using a Mystic Art.

What was here was just an Incarnation of Mephisto. To be honest, its strength was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Its strength seemed to be stuck at a certain critical point, not daring to easily exceed it.

He had exploited a loophole left by the Ancient One. This level of Incarnation could bypass the Protective Network formed by the Three Sanctums.

"Sir, I see you are also not an ordinary person. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes or regrets? Perhaps I can help you!"

Mephisto looked at Tang Song, a trace of almost imperceptible greed in his eyes. His ability allowed him to see the soul essence of the person before him.

If the white strong man just now was a delicious dessert.

The soul of the person before him was like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast placed before a connoisseur.

Even, even more intense than the feeling the fallen angels gave him. This was also the reason he had appeared.

The strong spatial fluctuations from an outer domain could not escape him. He held a certain degree of fear towards Odin, the King of Gods.

A Tiger that was about to die was also the most dangerous.

Mephisto had no intention of interfering with Asgard's throne succession. He wouldn't do anything that didn't benefit him.

He was just here to watch the show! Now he wanted the souls of these two people before him...

Tang Song finished the burrito in his hand in two or three bites, smiling as he looked at Mephisto:

"I do have a wish?"

"Oh? What wish?"

Mephisto's eyes flickered, his soul fire almost overflowing. As a great demon skilled in manipulating souls and contracts, as long as someone had a wish, he had a million ways to play with that soul and get it.

Humanity's desire was endless.

Fresh apples, delicious souls.

Tang Song said with a smile, "My wish is, can you please get lost!"

Mephisto looked at Tang Song, his face twisted in ferocity, radiating an aura of madness and slaughter.

Since when did these ant-like humans dare to provoke him?

He! Mephisto, one of the Seven Lords of Hell, how dare this human be so presumptuous? Mephisto would only smile faintly at the insults of ordinary persons, then take their souls back to Hell to be burned by Hellfire for thousands of years. Tang Song's tone clearly indicated he knew his identity, yet he dared to insult him. Mephisto decided to imprison his soul in the Hellish Projection, to suffer endless torment.

"You!" Mephisto raised his cane. A dark magic gathered on the cane. Before he could finish speaking.

Behind Tang Song, black and white light rotated.

The Great Desolation Bell rang...

The Ghoul White Bone Banner hung down streams of black energy.

Two Sword Pills shot out two white lights, fixing Mephisto's physical body.

A Black Snake shot directly from Tang Song's thumb.

Xiao Hei completely disregarded Mephisto's dark magic, opened its mouth wide, and bit fiercely at Mephisto's head.

Its wide snake mouth's fangs pierced into Mephisto's physical body, spraying thick poison from within the fangs.

*Hiss*, in an instant, Mephisto's Human Form turned into a puddle of sewage in the thick poison.

*Boom!* The entire space seemed to vibrate. A strong wind carrying a pungent smell of blood and sulfur rushed towards Tang Song. A thousand-zhang Goat-headed Demon appeared before Tang Song.

The two perfectly curved crimson spiral horns on either side of its goat head slowly lit up.

Its handsome, almost demonic face, and pure amethyst-like eyes flickered with raging anger.

"Insignificant human!"

The mountain-sized Goat-headed Demon, its eyes like two burning suns, stared fixedly at Tang Song.

Tang Song laughed heartily, "Putting on a show, Mephisto. If you truly have the guts, come to Earth in your true form. Illusions are meaningless!"

Tang Song raised his hand, and the Great Desolation Bell rang...

*Crack*, as if glass shattered, the Hellish Projection and the Goat-headed Demon before Tang Song all disappeared.

"I'll remember you!"

A faint voice seemed to come from Hell.

Tang Song swung his cane, walking with relaxed steps. Tang, who was greatly satisfied both physically and mentally, hummed a tune.

This was like a male lion in a pride patrolling its territory, which brought him great psychological enjoyment.

In Boss Tang's eyes, Earth was his personal territory. Mephisto, this old devil, clearly wanted to snatch food from Tang's rice bowl—seeking death! As for Mephisto's threat? So what if he was a Hell demon? If he had the ability, he should come to Earth!

The residents of the small town on the sand dune were still struggling with that hammer, seemingly having seen nothing of the previous scene.

......

No, it wasn't that no one saw.

Tang Song greeted the long-haired, delicate-looking man with a friendly nod.

"You can see me! Midgardian!"

The long-haired, refined man walked up beside Tang Song and asked with some suspicion.

Loki's magic was learned from his adoptive mother, the queen of Asgard. His invisibility could only be seen through by his mother and Father King Odin in Asgard, and Heimdall.

Connecting this to the scene where this Midgardian fought Mephisto just now, Loki vaguely felt that the Land of the Middle Court was not as simple as he had imagined.

Tang Song glanced at him, then lowered his head to stroke the Little Black Snake that had just performed a service: "My eyes aren't blind. You're standing here, a person so big, how could I not see you! Are you Loki?"

The long-haired man was a little surprised: "You know me!"

"The second prince of Asgard, the Evil God Loki. You're quite famous on Earth!"

Tang Song looked at Loki, thinking of the things in Odin's Vault: the Eternal Flame, the Casket of Ancient Winters, the Infinity Gauntlet... He was somewhat interested...

"Loki, you want to be the king of Asgard?!"

A smile hung on the corner of Tang Song's mouth, using the tone he used to trick little girls out of lollipops.

"Midgardian, do you know what you are saying?!" Loki narrowed his eyes: "Although you have some ability and can be considered a strong person on Midgard, Asgard rules the Nine Realms. How can you be so presumptuous!"

"Odin is old! He will usher in the Ragnarök of the Aesir. The throne of Asgard will ultimately belong to Thor..."

"Thor made a mistake! He has been stripped of his divine power and exiled from Asgard!"

Loki let out an unwilling low roar.

Tang Song glanced at Loki. His eyes were very clear, very bright, and very moist. Loki could even see into the deepest part of his pupils at a glance.

But in the deepest part of his pupils, Loki felt an extremely chilling and bone-piercing sense of fear! It was a gaze that could see through his inner thoughts.

"Mjolnir is right here. You can try to see if you can lift it!"

Loki's complexion turned somewhat ugly. He was a smart person. Odin had stripped Thor of his divine power and exiled him to Midgard, yet threw Mjolnir near him. The intention was obvious.

"There's always a difference between an adoptive son and a biological son. This is my contact information. Call me when you've thought it through!"

Tang Song casually threw out a gold business card. Loki took it with a sullen face and put it away.

Tang Song didn't notice that in the sky, a raven with black feathers and golden pupils circled at high altitude, clearly recording this scene.

The Aesir and the Frost Giants fought on Midgard (Earth).

Odin drove the Frost Giants back to their lair and simultaneously seized the Frost Giants' greatest treasure, the Casket of Ancient Winters.

And the biological son of Laufey, the leader of the Giants, Loki! From then on, Jotunheim became one of the Nine Realms under Odin's rule.

In fact, in ancient China, Odin's actions were clear at a glance. A defeated nation would naturally send a political hostage to the capital as a hostage.

However, Odin seemed to have some intention, giving Loki the best conditions: food, drink, and everything else, including maids and guards, were the best.

He raised Loki as a son, hid Loki's identity, and subtly hinted to him from a young age about the importance of the throne.

Loki was a whetstone, a whetstone Odin used to sharpen Thor. Having ruled the Nine Realms for tens of thousands of years, for power and influence, he even imprisoned his own biological daughter in Helheim.

Just a mere adoptive son. With Odin's ruthless personality, if Loki truly dared to kill Thor, Odin could absolutely kill him with a slap, without even blinking.

At the fast food restaurant in the small town, Tang Song and Kane ordered two large beef burgers.

"Boss, why did you come here?"

Kane didn't expect Tang Song to come here personally...

For Mjolnir?

But the Boss had clearly stated he wasn't interested in Mjolnir.

Boss Tang leisurely drank his cola.

He came all this way during his busy schedule not to see the simpleton next door, but because he remembered a good thing.

It wasn't Mjolnir, but the Destroyer Armor.

As for encountering Mephisto, that was an accident.

He didn't want to offend a Skyfather level Hell-Lord.

But this old devil crossed the line. Tang Song could see that this guy had targeted Kane.

Since he dared to extend his claws, Tang Song dared to chop them off.

This old devil was all bark and no bite on Earth.

Limited by the Sanctum Barrier set up by the Sorcerer Supreme on Earth, he couldn't exert much strength on Earth.

Wanting revenge!

It would depend on whether Mephisto dared to come to Earth in his true form.

Tang Song drank his cola...

Next to them was a table of four people, two men and two women.

A white-haired old man, with two female students, and a blonde strong man.

"Midgardians! I, Thor, God of Thunder, remember you! You are my friends! When I return to Asgard, I will definitely repay you..."

Thor, God of Thunder, gnawed on the fried pork chop, not forgetting to thank his "friends!"

One had to say that although the strength of Midgardians was weak, their food was quite delicious.

Thor praised it in his heart.

He had been hospitalized for a few days and eaten vegetarian food for a few days. Coming back today, he was craving meat, so he ordered half a duck. He spent half the afternoon in the Bathroom.

(end of chapter)