# Chapter 433: Strength
Well-dressed gentlemen and ladies held wine glasses, chatting and laughing softly amongst themselves. Fragrant clouds drifted, and music flowed melodiously, presenting a scene of prosperity.
Agent Natasha Romanoff, now in a red dress, and Hawkeye Barton, wearing a black suit and tie, stood quietly in an unnoticed Corner, observing the people from the Tang Group.
Perhaps to display their Strength, this so-called reception Banquet was held grandly. Besides the few of them, many High-level Staff from the Tang Group were present.
"It seems we've walked into a demon's den!"
Natasha Romanoff held a Champagne Glass, using the act of drinking as cover to whisper to Hawkeye Barton beside her.
Hawkeye Barton also raised his Wine Glass, looking at Tang Song, who had just finished the signature ceremony in the center of the Banquet Hall and was chatting happily with Captain and the others. He said softly, "Which mission haven't we walked into a demon's den? But we always get out in one piece! This time will be the same!"
"Let's hope so!" Natasha Romanoff raised her Cup and clinked it with Barton's. A smudge of lipstick was left on the Champagne Glass.
"What do you think the Documents we signed are for? I have a bad feeling about this!" Natasha Romanoff slightly adjusted her stance so that the Camera pinned to her red dress had a wider angle to capture more people.
Natasha Romanoff recalled the employment Documents Tang Song had produced. Although with the Mediation of Tony and Thor, only Tony, Captain, and Bruce Wayne, Diana, and Clark Kent from the Justice League had signed the Documents in the end.
But this only showed that this Deity didn't think much of her, Barton, Dr. Banner, and the others.
That feeling of being underestimated made Natasha Romanoff couldn't help but tighten her grip on the Cup in her hand!
Crack! The Champagne Cup was directly crushed by her. The shattered Glass shards cut Natasha Romanoff's Palm directly. Crimson Blood dripped down, splashing onto the Ground.
"Natasha Romanoff!" Barton quickly stepped forward, taking a Handkerchief from his Pocket to cover her Bleeding Palm.
"I'm fine!" Natasha Romanoff shook her head. This minor Wound was nothing to a top Agent like her, who had been through countless battles and sustained countless injuries.
"I'm just worried about Tony and Captain. In those fables, people who sign Contracts with the Devil never come to a good end. Those Documents definitely have a problem!"
"I know that. Captain and the others must know it too. But in this situation, we have no choice. We can only choose to believe Constantine's words!" Barton said while cleaning Natasha Romanoff's Wound.
"Let's hope so!" Natasha Romanoff looked up and around, suddenly noticing that the Maidservants holding Trays and the Bodyguard on duty outside the Banquet Hall were looking at her with strange Gaze.
That greenish Gaze was like Starving Wolves seeing Flesh and Blood. Although it was fleeting, Natasha Romanoff's sharp Eyes caught it.
Before Natasha Romanoff could figure out the meaning of those Gaze, a beautiful Maid walked directly towards her.
"Madam, I see you're injured. This is our Tang Group's Healing Potion. Spraying it twice on the Wound will make it heal quickly!" The brown-haired Maidservant walked up to Natasha Romanoff and handed her a bottle of Spray Potion.
"Thank you!" After expressing her thanks to the Maid, Natasha Romanoff took the Potion from her hand. She didn't immediately spray it on the Wound. Instead, after the Maid left, she handed the Potion to Barton.
Hawkeye Barton took the Potion and directly stuffed it into his pants Pocket. He continued to help Natasha Romanoff clean the Wound on her hand, then took out a Handkerchief and carefully bandaged it for her.
"Beautiful lady, you're Bleeding!"
A man wearing his perpetually unchanged, highly recognizable brown-yellow Trench Coat walked up to Natasha Romanoff, shaking a Champagne Glass. His Gaze was somewhat strange as he looked at her bandaged Palm.
"Bleeding here isn't a good thing!"
"Mr. Constantine, what do you mean by that?"
Natasha Romanoff looked at the newcomer in confusion. The man was the famous Scoundrel John Constantine from the DC Universe.
Since the Matters involved Deities, a field she didn't understand, Bruce Wayne also suspected whether John Constantine had some connection with Tang Song.
After all, the Blood Sacrifice incident was initiated by Constantine. However, in the current situation, Bruce Wayne could only bite the bullet and find him.
They only dared to sign the Documents after Constantine had examined them. Although Bruce Wayne knew that his Old Friend John was extremely unreliable, in his impression, he wouldn't possibly harm his Old Friend.
Of course, if Bruce Wayne had truly delved into the messed-up Things John Constantine had done, he wouldn't have asked John Constantine to be the appraiser even if you beat him to death.
After all, John Constantine made his way in the Magic World by being treacherous, selling out Friend, framing others, and taking care of his sister-in-law (strike out the last item). He could no longer be described as notorious in the Magic World. John Constantine took out a Sapphire oak Cigarette case from his Pocket, took out a Cigarette, then fumbled out a pure Gold Lighter from his Pocket, slowly lit the Cigarette, took a deep puff, and slowly exhaled a Smoke Ring.
"Bleeding among a group of Vampire is undoubtedly telling them it's dinner time!"
"Vampire!?" Natasha Romanoff and Barton were startled, and they involuntarily looked at the group of handsome men and beautiful women Waiter!
The Waiter moving through the Crowd at the Banquet were all slender, with fair and handsome faces, especially their Complexion, which subtly revealed an unhealthy paleness.
"They are Vampire!?" Barton had dealt with these Dark Creatures when performing S.H.I.E.L.D. Missions in the Original Universe and knew that their Sense of Hearing far surpassed that of Humanity, so he deliberately lowered his Voice.
"Don't worry, with a true Lord present, these Vampire wouldn't dare do anything to you?"
John Constantine smoked his Cigarette, his Eyes under the Smoke slyly glancing at the hint of pale skin exposed at Natasha Romanoff's chest under her red dress.
As the famous Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff had seen all sorts of Men. Constantine's Gaze on her Body was easily detected by her.
However, Natasha Romanoff showed no intention of covering up. Instead, she smiled charmingly at Constantine.
"You said a true Lord, do you mean that Deity?"
Following Natasha Romanoff's Gaze, John Constantine immediately saw Tang Song's Figure.
"Fuck!"
Unprepared, Constantine's Eyes, enhanced with Spiritual Vision Magic, looked directly at Tang Song. The moment he saw Tang Song's Figure, it was like staring directly at the Sun. His Eyes were stimulated by a burst of Golden Light, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
If he hadn't lowered his head in time, the Golden Light, like a Great Sun, could have directly blinded his Eyes.
"Mr. Constantine, are you alright?"
Facing Constantine, who was suddenly crying profusely and rubbing his Eyes hard with his hands, Natasha Romanoff and Barton exchanged Gaze. Natasha Romanoff stepped forward and asked with concern, "Should I call a Doctor?"
"No need!" Constantine wiped the tears from his Eyes with the back of his Right Hand while waving his left hand. "I'll be fine after resting for a while!"
It was true, just as Constantine said. After rubbing for more than ten times, his Eyes stopped tearing, but his swollen red Eyes didn't look fine at all.
"Mr. Constantine, what happened to you just now?"
As a top Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. known as the Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff was very good at collecting Intelligence. So, after returning from the DC Universe, she began collecting Data/Information on the Justice League and even famous Superhero and Villains throughout the entire DC Universe.
This involved finding Comic Books and adapted film/TV Data/Information, which naturally included a detailed introduction to Constantine.
Natasha Romanoff couldn't say she fully understood the Scoundrel Constantine's Personality, but she knew enough to strip him bare.
Facing a man who was alcoholic, lecherous, smoked, and even prostituted himself in some Worlds, if it weren't for his mastery of Black Magic Knowledge and his audacious Personality, John Constantine would be no different from the Thug on the street in her Eyes.
The famous Black Widow had always had a way with such people. "Do you remember the saying in the Bible, 'Thou shalt not look directly upon the Lord'?" John Constantine said indistinctly with a Cigarette in his mouth. He clasped his Arms together, and the Magic Array Diagram on his Arms converged. He used the Magic Sigil on his Arm to dispel the Spiritual Vision Magic in his Eyes.
As the Hexagram Rune on John Constantine's Arm emitted a faint magic presence... many people at the Cocktail Party simultaneously looked over.
In a Corner of the Banquet Hall, several burly Strong Men who were Drunk were gathered together, competing in Strength. One tall, muscular, and fierce-looking Elder felt the Magic Fluctuation, looked back in John Constantine's Direction, and then used his Arm to bump the blonde young man in a Black Suit beside him.
"The Aura of the Eyeball Demon Clan. Strange, wasn't that unlucky Beholder's Eyes dug out and made into Gemstones? This Magic Intensity... could there be another Beholder Lord in Hell!"
"You ask me? How would I know!"
If you looked closely, you would notice that the blonde young man's blinking frequency was dozens of times faster than a Normal Person's. His Pupils were compound Eyes, composed of countless small Eyeball segments, just like a Fly's.
Beelzebub, who was almost knocked flying by the Old Demon Dragon's elbow, gave him a speechless glare, then continued watching the group of people competing in Strength. Thor was holding a huge Golden Cup made of pure Gold, large enough to hold two liters of Fine Wine, and was gulping down the finest Red Wine, spitting Saliva as he boasted about his Strength.
"I shouldn't be called Thor, the God of Thunder. Look everyone, my Muscles, my physique... well, my physique used to be great, hahaha. I'm the strongest in Asgard. No one can surpass me in strength! I can run around Asgard for three days and three nights. I should actually be called the God of Strength!"
Saying this, Thor raised his hand and clenched it. A heavy Hammer flew from somewhere and landed in his hand.
Holding Mjolnir, Thor boasted proudly, "Look, this Mjolnir of mine is made entirely from the heaviest Death Star Core.
It weighs as much as a small Asteroid. If you can lift it, I'll admit your Strength surpasses mine!"
"This Hammer is inscribed with Rune Script and contains a powerful Magical Power. It looks like Aesir Magic. Odin must have cast Magic on it!"
"Odin, I remember him. He poked a Hole in my Tail with that Gungnir! In terms of Strength, he was much stronger than the previous God King Bor. However, although the Aesir have a long Lifespan, compared to us who possess Immortality, the Aesir are just a Short-lived Race!
Hohoho, now I stand here, but Odin is gone! This is the Power of Time!"
"So, how long do you think that one's Lifespan is? I don't want to be a Slave forever."
"Shut up! Don't talk about certain Matters here!"
Just as the Old Demon Dragon and Beelzebub were whispering... Dr. Banner in the Crowd adjusted his Glasses. He naturally understood the situation with Thor's Mjolnir. This Thing wasn't something you could lift just by having Strength.
The King of the Gods Odin had cast Magic on it. Only those with Justice in their hearts could lift it.
He had tried it himself when he transformed into the Hulk. With his Strength, which could easily lift hundreds of tons, he couldn't even make the Hammer budge an inch.
Thor bringing out Mjolnir to compete in Strength was simply cheating... However, as a Friend, Dr. Banner chose not to expose Thor, but instead cast a curious Gaze towards Clark Kent.
He wanted to know if this Superman could lift Mjolnir.
"I'll try!"
Superman, who had drunk a lot of wine, was also feeling a bit Drunk at the moment. After all, considering that many of the guests at this Banquet were Non-human Existences, besides normal Red Wine and Champagne, there were also some Magical Agent wines.
Superman Clark Kent was drinking this stuff. Clark, who had never tasted failure, drank a bit too much and experienced the feeling of being Drunk for the first time in his Life.
Facing Thor's Provocation, he directly opened his hand and gestured towards Thor.
Thor's Eyeball rolled, and he directly threw the Mjolnir in his hand towards Clark Kent.
The heavy Hammer body of Mjolnir flashed with Lightning and smashed towards Clark Kent.
Clark Kent's Figure flashed quickly. His super speed Figure left several Afterimages in place. When he returned to his original position, he was already holding Mjolnir.
As Thor's mouth hung open, and with an expression of disbelief, Clark Kent tentatively swung the Hammer in his hand. Thunder and Lightning instantly roared in the Pitch black Night Sky. "What a magical Weapon!" Gripping the Hammer handle tightly, Clark Kent felt as if he could control the Power of Lightning in the Sky as easily as moving his Arm. His Nerves, stimulated by the alcohol, were somewhat excited. Superman directly gripped the Hammer and swung it down heavily.
More than a dozen mountain-sized bolts of Lightning instantly struck towards the Manor. Just as these bolts of Lightning cut through the Sky and were about to strike Lake Heart Island Manor, they suddenly turned ninety degrees, streaking across the Sky above the Manor like Meteors, flashing and disappearing like sparkling fireworks, a truly beautiful sight.
Clark Kent held Mjolnir in his hand and looked towards the distance, where two Shadows were walking side by side towards them.
Clark Kent recognized the one on the left; it was Lane, with whom he had fought to a draw. The Power that had just competed for Control of the Lightning also came from him.
As for the Strong Man on the right, although Clark Kent didn't recognize him, he could feel the Strength under his Muscles, which were as solid as Steel Ingots.
Very strong!
"Everyone, are you playing some interesting Game here? Can we two join in!"
Lane smiled and greeted the Crowd. Kane, beside him, his Gaze looked directly at Superman Clark Kent, his Eyes filled with undisguised eagerness for battle.
Superman! I really want to fight him!
"We're just competing in Strength, seeing who can lift this Mjolnir!"
Dr. Banner was also startled by the sudden Lightning. He quickly stepped forward to explain.
"Mjolnir!" Lane looked at Mjolnir in Clark Kent's hand and suspiciously looked at Thor, who had shrunk back into a Corner.
"Thor, your Mjolnir is fixed!"
"That's not mine!" Thor mumbled in response, then spread his hands towards Clark Kent with a jealous expression: "Give me back my Hammer!"
Just as Clark Kent was about to throw the Hammer in his hand back to Thor.
A Space Gate crackling with Sparks suddenly appeared on the Manor's Grass. From the other side of the Space Gate, sounds of fighting and Wailing faintly came, mixed with a bloody smell combined with the smell of sulfur.
"Sniff, sniff!" The Old Demon Dragon twitched his nose: "The smell of the Abyss. The other side is the 350th layer of the Abyss!"
At this moment, all the Bodyguard of the Manor rushed over, looking vigilantly at the Space Gate in front of them. However, Tang Song, who came over with Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, and others after hearing the commotion, waved his hand, signaling the Crowd to disperse, and quietly watched the Space Gate in front of him.
Tony Stark, Captain America, Black Widow Natasha, Dr. Banner, and others widened their Eyes as they looked at the Space Gate in front of them.
They were naturally familiar with the Magic Arts that Doctor Strange was skilled at, having fought alongside him before. However, the Doctor Strange of their Universe had disappeared along with half the Life in the Universe after Thanos's Finger Snap.
Could the person on the other side be the Doctor Strange of this Universe?
As they watched with anticipation, a black shadow flashed past, and a Figure nearly four meters tall stumbled out of the Space Gate.
Thick, purplish-black Blood, like Lava, sprayed from this person, the Burning Blood melting the surrounding Ground.
The tall Figure let out a Painful Groaning. He roared sharply:
"Hela! You crazy Woman, I curse you, I curse you Aesir, may you all die a terrible death... And Thor, you Bastard (Scoundrel), I curse you to have sons without assholes, I curse you..."
"Damn Demon, I didn't offend you!" Thor, who was standing nearby, was not happy. He stepped forward and cursed at this Demon.
This Hell Demon, with four dark red fleshy wings and a sharp single horn on its Forehead, raised its head and looked at the bloated Thor, its face full of disbelief.
The Aura was correct. This guy's Hammer had clearly just been knocked away by him. How could he suddenly become so fat in the blink of an eye?
Before this Hell Demon could figure it out, dozens of sharp Blood Crystal Handleless Short Swords flew out from within the Space Gate, directly stabbing this Hell Demon into a honeycomb.
The Blood-Red Crystal Handleless Short Swords emitted Blood-Colored Light. The Bloodlight covered and wrapped this Hell Demon layer by layer, quickly forming a Blood-Colored Cocoon around it.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap——"
Just as everyone was stunned by this sudden scene, a series of crisp High Heels footsteps sounded from the other side of the Space Gate.
Under everyone's Gaze, a long leg wearing sky-high High Heels stepped out from within the Space Gate. "How lively!" Hela looked at the onlookers, smiled slightly, and her Gaze looked at Tang Song: "Is this a Banquet?"
Tang Song stepped forward and directly put his Arm around Hela's waist: "Why did you come?"
"What, you don't welcome me, Master!" Hela almost whispered the last two words into Tang Song's ear.
Hela, dressed in Ink-colored clothes with her Long Hair flowing, exuded a strong mature woman vibe, yet she didn't shy away from being intimate with Tang Song.
Everyone present was sharp-eared and clear-eyed. Clark Kent could even easily hear extremely faint sounds hundreds of kilometers away. Everyone looked at the two with somewhat ambiguous Gaze, though they were all just curious onlookers.
However, the obviously domineering Goddess of Death didn't care about other people's Gaze, and continued to bite Boss Tang's ear.
(end of chapter)