《Multiverse of Marvel》716. Beyonders (2)
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"You are applying the same strategy as we did in Hell. This will blow up in your face,." Wanda said as she sat and waited for Owen to call them.
"I know but is there any better option to sneak attack? I know that the chances of sneak attack are very less, probably less than 1% but at least we can try. Owen is the main candidate here who can fight and bring them down."
"Wait are you both talking about Mephisto?" Jean asked as she was confused about what John meant about Hell.
"Yes. Hell has been replaced and Mephisto is dead." John said as he remembered that the death of his has never been announced to the multiverse and people still don't know about him. Of course, the Ghost Riders of different universes might have known this and they were probably having the times of their lives.
Though all ghost riders were not necessarily influenced by Mephisto, he did have his sway on many of them. In fact in one universe, the Ghost Rider was Punisher and he was a menace to the universe and Mephisto and even went after the major criminals of his universe.
"When did that happen?" Jean was from 616 so of course she knew all the major antagonists, especially, someone like Mephisto.
"Few years back. Why? Johnny didn't speak about it?" John asked as he was polishing his jagged huge sword with a piece of cloth . The sword had a red shine on its edge and everyone was able to feel the heat emitting from it.
"No." Jean shook her head. She was surprised that John and his team were even able to take down such an ancient being who had been causing havoc all over the multiverse with his minions.
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Wanda then spoke to Jean about how they did it and how they were able to take down Mephisto. John on the other hand was thinking about his plan and the ways to bring down the Beyonders. The comics had never been comprehensive about how Doom and Molecule Man were able to take down the Beyonders.
Doctor Strange was on this mission and he even got the chance to be one of the most powerful Strange but for some reason he gave that up and the power was given to Doom. And thus he went on to become God Doom.
John was sure Owen would again give the choices to them after the defeat of the Beyonders and was thinking who will take over the mantle of godhood this time. As he was thinking of these random thoughts and plans of the future, John already felt the call of Owen and was brought out.
John didn't even speak a word the moment he came out he took a swing of his huge sword to all the surrounding directions. He had already instructed mentally to Owen to take his head down to avoid being hit by a sword and so did the others.
The fire slash flowed in 360 directions. They were standing on the platform which was levitating high on air without any support or energy source, it looked like magic and there were people sitting on their seats. It looked like it was there on the sets of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of Crystal Skull, where in this case the Crystal Skulls were alive and had flesh.
John could only make out this bit as the huge hall was instantly lit up by the fire slash and he was sure that it would take time to douse the fire as the fire was magical and it worked on a different system altogether then the Beyonders power.
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"Owen, how is the situation?" John asked after he made the move. Owen had a ugly look on his face.
"What is the matter Owen?" Jean asked, seeing a not so good look on his face.
"There is another person who is present in the room and he looks like one of us." Owen said.
"What?" John and others were taken aback by the word of Owen.
"Another person? Who?" Wanda asked. Owen just moved his head and looked in a certain direction. The fire which was burning brightly and was lighting up the hall was finally being extinguished gradually.
They had already predicted that John's move would have no effect on the Beyonders. If such fire was able to kill them then it would be a blot on the name of the Beyonders, though this move wasn't just for show. The Beyonders had to use quite a bit of force to stop and extinguish the fire.
And there were several burn marks on the hands of the Beyonders. The Beyonders looked exactly like they did in comics. If a human being imagines an alien in their head, then the Beyonders was the closest thing that should come to their minds.
But in addition to the Beyonders, there was another person who was sitting in the main seat of the Beyonders. And that person looked like Batman on steroids.
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