Chapter 328: Allen's Dimensional Demon God – Erha
Among the assembled heroes, Doctor Strange could be ruled out immediately.
He had once been the Sorcerer Supreme, essentially making him Allen's senior, so naturally, he wouldn't step in. Besides, Stephen didn't have any family in Allen's hands—he was only here to make up the numbers and had never considered actually fighting him.
If he lost, just imagine the embarrassment.
After all, he was the representative of Kamar-Taj in the mortal world—he couldn't afford to lose face so casually.
Not to mention, Allen's methods were outrageously cruel. Just look at Constantine, now lying on the ground convulsing—he was a living example.
"This farce needs to end."
In the end, it was Wanda who stepped forward to put a stop to this mess.
From her perspective, Allen was just fooling around, wasting everyone's time by calling them together for this meaningless spectacle.
"Wangwang-jie!"
Allen suddenly darted over to Wanda's side, clinging to her arm and putting on a clingy, spoiled-brat act.
Hiss…
Damn it!
How the hell did he land the Scarlet Witch?
Unfair!
At that moment, the eyes of many heroes were filled with envy, jealousy, and murderous rage.
They couldn't help wondering: do all the goddess-tier women nowadays really go for neurotic weirdos?
"Don't act like this—there are too many people."
Wanda, who had been trying to present herself as the one holding the situation together, instantly flushed red at Allen's enthusiasm. Her eyes started to dart around, flustered.
Awooo…
So it was an affair.
At the same time, more attention turned to Wonder Woman, Diana.
This damned guy had been fawning over her thighs earlier, and now he was clinging to another woman's arm. Was there no justice in this world?
Truly heart-wrenching.
Diana's face showed a faint hint of restrained anger—though she herself probably hadn't even noticed the shift in her expression.
"What!"
Allen suddenly leapt back, covering his chest with one hand in mock heartbreak and whining, "You're rejecting me?"
"Um… it's not that…"
Wanda was about to explain, but quickly thought better of it and forced herself to act composed. "Don't flatter yourself—we're not involved."
"You're cold, you're heartless, you're cruel… boohoohoo…"
Allen turned and ran back to his original spot, pulled a gray hood from his pocket, and yanked it over his head.
In an instant, he looked like a masked bandit surveying the crowd.
"I've been hurt by love. I've decided… to go dark! Hehehe…"
His mischievous eyes landed on Wanda's thighs, and he gave a wicked smile. "Wangwang-jie, you're really on trend—already switched to those fan-favorite red yoga pants."
"..."
As soon as he put the hood on, Wanda remembered—Allen had once yanked her yoga pants off mid-battle and used the material to weave this very hood.
"I'm out."
Scarlet light swirled around Wanda's hands, and she instantly levitated into the air.
The two were about to truly come to blows.
In a direct clash, Allen was no match for the Scarlet Witch. Chaos Magic was not to be underestimated. Unless he had the Infinity Stones spat out by the Three Flowers [refers to "Three Flowers Gathered at the Crown," a power concept], he had no hope of defeating her.
A single Infinity Stone wasn't enough to counter Wanda.
Even Doctor Strange couldn't beat her.
Great—another one chased away.
Among the remaining heroes, hope of victory grew dim.
They all turned their eyes toward Superman and Wonder Woman.
But given Diana's "complicated" ties with Allen, the greatest hope now rested on Superman.
"You can back down now. I don't want to embarrass you."
Clark understood that Allen meant no real harm, and since they still had the matter of resolving the Bat-God Barbatos, he didn't want this turning ugly.
"Come on, Supes—just look at this face. It's too handsome to look bad."
Allen slapped the ground with one hand and shouted, "Come forth—my demonic pet, the Hellhound!"
A summoning circle appeared in an instant. Those versed in magic recognized it immediately.
A wave of hellish energy surged forth like a tsunami.
"So this is the power of the Sorcerer Supreme?"
"He only summoned a single pet, and I already feel like I can't breathe…"
"What kind of magical beast is a Hellhound?"
"..."
Stephen frowned in silence, recalling the husky that had followed Allen centuries ago.
Back then, that dog had already been formidable. If it had survived till now, it must've grown into something monstrous.
Sure enough, a full-grown husky emerged in the center of the summoning circle. With an arrogant, disdainful glare, it swept its gaze over the crowd of heroes before finally locking eyes with Allen.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
To everyone's surprise, the husky became a blur of motion, lightning-fast as it lunged at Allen and began gnawing on his leg while shaking its head furiously.
"You dumb mutt—stop! Are you trying to kill your master?!"
Amid the stunned gazes of the onlookers, man and dog began scuffling.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
"Erha, quit yanking my pants, you shameless beast!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
"You mutt! I saved your damn life—this is how you repay me?!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
"One more bite and I swear I'll go all out!"
"..."
After a good round of tussling—
Both were panting, locked in an intense glare like mortal enemies.
"You lunatic! You've got the nerve to summon me? Forgotten how you tortured me centuries ago?!"
"..."
Hearing the husky speak, Allen froze in shock for a moment before blurting out, "The husky… attained sentience?!"
"Idiot. You damn moron…"
Erha launched into a barrage of curses to vent her fury, then explained, "I'm now a Dimensional Demon God, you know? Talking like a human is nothing for me."
"No problem at all. Totally makes sense."
Allen's eyes lit up. He climbed onto Erha's back and started stroking her fur shamelessly, flattering her: "Erha, you're doing so well now—please look after me. They're all bullying your poor old master."
"Off."
Erha shook him off impatiently and scoffed, "Keep dreaming. I wish you'd kicked the bucket ages ago, and now you want me to protect you?"
As the two bickered—
Clark's brow twitched. He felt a growing sense of being ignored and insulted, and couldn't help but raise his voice in anger, "Are you two done yet? Stop wasting my patience!"
Both Allen and Erha turned to look at him, puzzled by his sudden outburst.
Erha asked, "Do you know this guy?"
"Eh… not really." Allen said while picking his nose through the mask.
"Great."
Erha gave him a "we're good" look, then turned to Clark and said, "Feel free to kill him."
"..."
A summoned pet betraying its master—this might be a first in magical history.
"Sorry, Allen… ahhh—!"
Clark had just started powering up when his expression froze.
He clutched both his front and back, eyes wide in panic.
"Oww… it hurts… ahhh… make it stop… AAAHHH…"
The once-proud Superman was now writhing on the ground without warning, hands flailing as he tried to cover both ends, drenched in sweat, clearly in agony worse than death.
"Shit! How many layers of spells did you stack? It's draining my magic like crazy!"
Erha frowned as her Three Flames sigil—the mark of her divine rank—tightened with frustration.
"Twenty-five spells, each stacked ten times."
Allen replied with a sheepish smile, "Superman's really strong. I had to make sure it worked."
"Damn it! My true body's here—your spells are automatically amplified! And you stacked them ten times each?! He's already foaming at the mouth! Cancel it, now, or he's gonna die!"
Erha barked furiously.
"No need. He's flying to heaven as we speak."
Right then, the mighty Superman was foaming at the mouth, eyes rolled back, twitching uncontrollably on the ground—completely out cold.
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The Church of Blood.
Before the thirteen core apostles, hundreds of robed cultists knelt.
"All preparations are complete. The mortal realm will soon become ours."
"I now declare the ritual… active. Let us welcome the darkness."
"..."
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