Chapter 180 Awakened Spider-Man and the Devil

"Oh!"

Before Peter could try, Helen's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Helen jumped down from a high building, glanced at the Dark Book in Peter's hand, and then looked at the vampire who had turned into a pile of rotten meat on the ground.

Helen breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Peter successfully kill the vampire.

"Good job, Spider-Man."

Helen came over and said to Peter, "You are always the cunning guy. This vampire is so unlucky. I hope he won't be fooled the next time he meets you in hell."

Peter tore a page from the Dark Book and held it in his hand.

With a flash of thought, the piece of paper filled with dark magic turned into a black gem.

Putting the stone away, Peter said to Helen, "It seems that your experience of hell in the cafe last time left a deep impression on you."

Helen was about to speak when Fletcher jumped down from above.

When she saw the divine book in Peter's hand and the vampire corpse on the ground, her expression was shocked.

"Great, another vampire is here."

Helen shrugged and asked Peter, "What are you going to do?"

Without waiting for Peter to answer, Fletcher said, "That's not something you can control, Spider-Man."

Fletcher's black dress was damaged in the battle, revealing a lot of white skin.

But she was unaware of all this and said to Peter: "The Dark Book will continue to erode people's hearts. Anyone who tries to gain power from it will be bitten back by it."

Although she is interested in how Spider-Man defeated Ackley, the most important thing for her now is to get the Darkhold from him.

However, this book containing powerful magical power is now in Peter's hands, which makes her dare not act rashly.

"is it?"

Peter slowly lowered his head and looked at the glowing book in his hand.

He could indeed feel the evil and ominous aura coming towards him.

The black, sticky thing that seemed to have its own will was bewitching me.

It seemed as if it was a terrifying cry coming to him from deep within hell.

If I were really a magician who pursued truth and power, it would be difficult to resist such temptation.

Maybe I would just open the book and cast magic to resurrect the dead or other more tempting magic.

But unfortunately, his spiritual sea could not resist these temptations.

Since he traveled through time, he has possessed powerful mental strength, and the whispers of these demons do not have much impact on him.

It seemed that crossing the world barrier twice made his spirit unusually strong.

He had strong resistance to magic or control that affected the mind.

but
He held the black gem that was transformed from a book page, placed it in front of his eyes, and gazed at the underground world that was emitting dim light.

Although he could try to engrave the alien's power on it.

But I don't own the book completely now, so there are certain risks.

If I completely destroy the mark on the Dark Book, perhaps I can use it for my own benefit.

Fletcher had no idea of ​​the many thoughts running through Peter's mind.

She said to Peter, "Yes, there is an ancient god lurking within, and he will corrupt the mind of the user."

Helen, who was standing next to him, saw Peter fall silent and thought he was persuaded by Fletcher.

"Don't be fooled by her, Spider-Man. This woman wants the book in your hand more than anyone else."

Helen looked at Fletcher fiercely, "This woman is eloquent and eloquent. You can't trust anything she says."

"Of course I know."

Peter nodded, opened his hands, and let the glowing dark book float in the air.

"When I hold this book in my hands, I am almost omnipotent."

After Peter became the owner of the Dark Book, he immediately knew all the secrets of the book.

He stretched his hand forward, and an image suddenly appeared in the air.

Fletcher and Helen were stunned when they saw the scene in the video.

It seemed to be a battle between gods from ancient times.

A god with a glowing body who killed all other gods on earth.

The evil demons were almost wiped out, except for one demon named Hutton who escaped into another dimension.

Then the scene changed, time passed, and a group of Hutton's admirers and followers appeared on Earth. They collected the parchment scrolls left by Hutton and bound them into a book.

Peter slowly said to the two of them: "This is the Dark Book. It can give the user great power, but it will cause them to lose their souls."

Helen looked at the image and asked Peter, "Is it the owner of the Dark Book?"

"Yes, the god of the underworld Hutton created the Ngarai demons. Millions of years ago, the Ngarai demons enslaved humans, but they were eventually exiled to other dimensions. He also created ape-men led by the Ape King, Ur-Sanar bat-men, goblins and other monster races to compete with humans."

The temptations and corruption in this dark book now come from this demon god.

Peter paused for a moment and continued, "The werewolves of Valusia he created plunged the world into terror. The dark dwarves, dragonmen, whisperers, etc. are all descendants of Hutton or magical creations."

As Peter spoke, the images in the air began to change.

Birdmen and various strangely shaped creatures appear in the images.

Then the image changes, to medieval Europe.

Peter stared at the image and said, "Until the Middle Ages, Morgan le Fay established a cult around the House of Darkness, trying to summon Hutton and make Hutton obey his orders. After realizing that he could not control Hutton, Morgan could not expel Hutton from the earth like he did in primitive times, so he had to trap Hutton in Mount Wandager."

Peter slowly stretched out his hand, and the Dark Book fell into his hand.

"The so-called Dark Book is nothing more than a tool used by Hutton to try to return to the human world."

After Peter learned all the history about the Dark Book, he clearly realized the nature of the magic book.

"If Hutton tried to bewitch me, he probably couldn't do it, Miss Fletcher, because I'm not a pure human being!"

Peter looked at Fletcher with sharp eyes.

Fletcher was stunned by Peter's eyes and stood there.

She didn't expect that the Spider-Man in front of her, after becoming the master of the Darkhold, did not fall into madness like Ackley.

Instead, he was extremely lucid, as if he was able to break free from the control of the Dark Book.

How on earth did this guy do it?!

She had a bad feeling in her heart.

Peter casually waved his hand forward, and a huge surge of energy rushed outward.

Fletcher wanted to dodge, but his body was suddenly controlled and unable to move.

"boom!"

The magical energy blasted her away instantly.

After Peter released the dark magic, he looked down at his palms.

There was a dark, uncomfortable presence lingering inside.

It was the darkness that was eroding his body.

Sure enough, this thing is not that easy to use.

His gaze turned to the Dark Book.

Although I cannot use this Dark Book now, I can seal it temporarily.

Seal the entire Dark Book, leaving only the last page for his own study.

In addition, as the owner of the divine book, you can unlock it at any time.

When your power is strong enough to deal with the god of the underworld, Hudon, you can take out this book.

As for where the Dark Book is temporarily sealed.
Peter's gaze passed through the Dark Book and looked at the towering mountains inside.

That is the Vandager Mountains in the Eastern European country of Transia.

He can use the Dark Book to see what is happening in Mount Wandager right now. The Dark Book gives him the ability to peer into this place.

The Dark Book can capture and spy on any magical fluctuations related to the demon.

Inside he saw the woman who had a close relationship with the future of the Dark Book.

That's you - Wanda.

Mount Wandager at this time.

Wanda Maximoff is worried.

It was another morning that couldn't be more ordinary.

There are a few irregular clouds floating in the sky, some are bright, some are dark. It is neither cloudy nor sunny. This ambiguity is more likely to make people feel upset.

Wanda had a splitting headache at this time.

She bumped into a branch in the early morning and had another nightmare.

There is no worse combination.

The bump on my forehead was hurting terribly, but the wound on my cheek caused by a branch was also not idle.

It itched and hurt, like a hungry caterpillar gnawing at a tempting big apple, which, of course, was her face.

In addition, she also had a dull pain in her coccyx.

As a little girl of five or six years old, she was too playful and always encountered all kinds of misfortunes.

On the boring Mount Wandager, she wanted to hide from the nuns who always scolded her with stern faces.

So while dodging, he accidentally bumped into a tree.

Wanda sighed and leaned her head back against the door behind her, imitating the adults.

She had no intention of knocking, but the person inside happened to hear it. She heard footsteps slowly approaching the door.

The nun opened the door and was obviously surprised to see a little girl in a red dress sitting outside her room just after dawn.

"Morning, Sister Magg."

Wanda said weakly.

Although it was only a few words, it was enough to cause pain all over her body.

"Oh my God!"

The nun exclaimed.

Wanda saw her face: it was a genuine look of worry, perhaps even more intense than what she was experiencing.

The nun stretched out her big hands, held her armpits on both sides, and gently lifted her up.

Wanda's legs were shaky and she was worried she would faint.

But Wanda took a deep breath and fought off the dizziness.

"Sorry, I could have brought some donuts so I wouldn't be so hungry."

Wanda said that besides feeling uncomfortable, she was also feeling hungry.

She hasn't had breakfast yet.

"What happened? Your forehead was cut. Where's your brother?"

The nun held Wanda and wiped her white forehead.

"He's busy with his own business. I'm fine. I'm just a little hungry, Sister Mag."

Wanda thinks breakfast is the most important.

When the nun brought her breakfast, she immediately wolfed it down.

"Sister, I had a nightmare last night. Can you help me with divination?"

After finishing breakfast, Wanda asked with a blink of her eyes.

Sister Magg was the nun who loved her the most here, and she really enjoyed talking to her.

"Didn't you say you didn't believe in my divination?"

Wanda thought for a moment and said, "I've seen a lot of fortune-telling shops at the foot of the mountain. They have a lot of New Age stuff: crystal balls, purple tassels, wind chimes, pungent incense, and fat cats lying on pillows."

"These mean that maybe they are very powerful, but you have nothing, so I..."

Wanda looked towards the nun's room with a bitter face.

But what she saw was just a dim room with fluorescent lights on.

Brown shelves display soft blankets and bundles of yarn.

There was no cat, but there was a big-bellied beagle dozing under the table, seemingly motionless.

Sister Mag, who was wearing a light gray-blue wool sweater and had red hair, smiled and flicked her head, "I'm not a psychic."

"I know, you are Sister Magg, the psychic who knits sweaters."

"I do knit some things, but I'm not a psychic. We don't believe in these things. If you tell others about them, you will be punished by the bishop."

Wanda blinked and said, "I can assure you that I won't tell anyone."

"Sister Magg, do you know how they calculate? Tarot cards, palm reading, some can even tell fate through tea leaves."

Mag decided to tease the girl, "I usually just look at the bottom of the glass. If you let me choose, I can make all the ones you mentioned."

Wanda was confused, "Really?!"

“Of course, I am also an insider.”

Mag said, "Okay, Wanda, I don't need those things. In fact, this is my special ability. I just need to touch your skin. Maybe fortune telling doesn't need those things. The beautiful cards and the secrets contained in the palm lines are probably just gimmicks."

Sister Magg told Wanda her true abilities.

Wanda is in a dilemma at the moment.

Because she didn't quite understand what Sister Magg said.

It sounds a little scary.

Mag continued to say to Wanda: "Many people believe that fate has its own specific way of working, so do you think that I also follow the same constraints as those psychics?"

Under the table, the beagle whined a few times and then farted.

Wanda scratched her head and said with a bitter face: "I don't know."

But she was soon amused by the beagle's fart.

"Okay, let's get started."

Miss Magg said with a smile, wrinkles forming on her face.

Then he stretched out his hand, patted it and said, "Give me your hand."

"I hope you won't lie to me, Sister Mag."

"Okay, I promise."

"Don't lie to me, uh, don't hide anything."

"Just give me your hand."

Wanda placed her hand in Sister Magg's.

Wanda's hands were warm, but Mag shuddered as if she had been electrocuted.

Sister Magg had a sudden panic attack—she wasn't seeing what she wanted to see.

The clairvoyance didn't work!
She could not see the end of life, nor death.

It was as if this girl did not belong to the human race, floating outside the tide of fate and time, without any constraints.

Suddenly!

A black face appeared in her vision.

Covered in a pitch-black exoskeleton, he radiates a powerful force of oppression.

The pair of eyes that made her tremble seemed to have discovered her and suddenly looked at her.

(End of this chapter)