Marvel: You Call This A Sorcerer?

Ronan let out a loud roar, and his previously gentle hands instantly turned into iron chains.

In the next second, he jumped off the sofa, his hands immediately sliding down to the woman's waist, locking tightly.

He leaned back, using the woman's lower back as leverage, and fiercely slammed her behind himself!

The woman, without any power to resist, was thrown hard onto the floor.

Boom! Crack!

A sharp sound was heard, and along with the shaking of the ground, the woman's spine was instantly broken.

Ronan shook his neck and stretched his body a bit.

After all, it was his first time using this move, and to be honest, he wasn't very familiar with it yet.

If he hadn't been training for years, he might have sprained his back with that move.

At this point, the woman on the ground had completely transformed.

Not only had two horns grown on her head, but her face also had some strange colors now.

There was even less clothing on her body!

The straps around her waist and back seemed to have vanished entirely.

What an indecent display!

Ronan couldn't help but spit on the ground, then extended his left hand resolutely. The magic circle in his left hand sucked her in directly.

Suck...

A crocodile tear dripped down from Ronan's mouth.

He deactivated the mirror dimension, and the room returned to its previous layout.

Fight finished, job done.

He had no idea what these demons sneaking out of Hell were thinking.

Couldn't they have done things a bit more discreetly?

Coveting the strong body of a minor—did they not realize they'd face the law's judgment?

Ronan patted at nonexistent dust on his hands and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Hmm, three minutes to finish the fight.

This speed wasn't bad, at least longer than some people's... "other" activities.

Every time he went on vacation, he would inexplicably encounter such beautiful women trying to chat him up.

In the end, each one turned out to be either a succubus or some demon brute in disguise.

So now, Ronan felt he had a bit of PTSD.

[Experience +75]

Seeing the string of numbers flash in front of him, Ronan couldn't help but curl his lips.

Pathetic, only that much experience.

But Ronan didn't care about the experience; instead, he took out his phone to send Wong a message.

After all, with Hell's demons appearing here, someone had to deal with it.

Kamar-Taj had professionals for this sort of thing, so professional matters had to be left to the professionals.

"Ah!!!!"

Just as Ronan was about to press the call button, a scream came from outside the window.

Immediately afterward, more and more people began to scream.

What the heck happened now?

Could it be that someone was robbing people with a gun here?

Ronan casually glanced outside the window and saw a scene that left him completely stunned.

Damn!

Why are there so many demons?

Ronan clearly saw countless people running in all directions on the ground below.

And behind them was a horde of demons.

Various kinds of demons!

Succubi, flame demons, claw demons, snake demons, and more.

There were even many types of demons Ronan had never seen before.

"What the hell?"

"Could this be a Hell subdivision? A demon's backyard?"

Ronan curled his lips; this was probably the most incomprehensible thing he'd seen in his life.

Did Mephisto suddenly develop dementia?

How could he dare provoke the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One's authority?

Wasn't getting beaten up back then painful enough, or did he forget the pain once healed?

Although Ronan was unwilling to get involved in such troubles, he had no choice—he was a sorcerer of Kamar-Taj.

As the next Sorcerer Supreme, Ronan had to set an example.

So, he put on his earphones and pressed the call button on his phone.

He then took out his classic Iron Man helmet from his suitcase and put it on.

Fortunately, he had prepared in advance.

"Jarvis, initiate combat mode!"

The beach area had already become a living hell.

The originally golden soft sand was now occupied by corpses, with blood staining the beach.

Unknown demons had now taken control of the place.

Those humans who were lucky enough to survive could only wish their parents had given them more legs to run faster.

Unfortunately, when it came to running, they were no match for these demons.

A demon grabbed a young girl and lifted her high into the air. Though the girl struggled with all her might, it was to no avail.

Just as she was about to face her end, a golden light flashed by.

The demon's arm was severed at the base!

Roar!!!

The intense pain made the demon roar in agony.

The next second, another golden light flashed, and the demon's head flew into the air, spraying black blood everywhere.

The woman beside the demon was drenched in the bloody rain, soaking the few white cloth strips she had on.

[Experience +105]

At this moment, she was completely stunned.

Whether it was the feeling of narrowly escaping death or the bloody scene before her, she sat motionless on the ground, lost in thought.

"Ma'am, would you like to hear my advice?"

"If you're going to daydream, leave here first."

"After all, these monsters aren't as friendly as I am."

Ronan pointed at the group of demons not far away.

Because of the howl from that demon earlier, the other demons had all turned their attention toward Ronan.

Now, instead of chasing after the weaker humans, they focused entirely on Ronan.

The woman followed the direction Ronan pointed, and the next second, she couldn't help but shiver.

She let out a scream, stumbling away from the beach, running as fast as she could.

Seeing the scene before him, Ronan couldn't help but click his tongue.

What a mess.

"Roar!!!"

At that moment, it seemed the demon leader let out an angry roar.

All the demons seemed to receive an order, turning toward Ronan in unison.

Demons weren't the low-level beings they were rumored to be; on the contrary, they were quite intelligent.

Even these ordinary demons had human-level intelligence.

Higher-level demons were even more cunning.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people each year who were lured by demons into Hell.

"So, a bunch of you against one of me?"

Ronan looked at the demons in frustration.

Where's the supposed demon code of honor?

Could we possibly do a one-on-one duel?

The demons clearly didn't have any intention of responding to him. With another roar, they all charged at Ronan.

Raging flames engulfed him, the hellfire trying to swallow him whole.

Ronan curled his lips, crossing his hands, activating the Rings of Raggadorr to form a shield in front of him.

The flames blasted against the shield, and at such a close distance, Ronan could clearly feel the heatwave.

"Back at you!" Ronan raised his right hand and swung it down hard.

From the sky, countless golden swords rained down upon the ground.

Boom boom boom boom!

The continuous explosions left demons frozen in place.

The black blood turned into streams, flowing in all directions.

As the flames persisted, the golden swords in the sky continued without ceasing.

[Experience +100]

[Experience +105]

[Experience +111]

System notifications kept flashing in front of Ronan.

But at the moment, Ronan had no interest in how much experience he was gaining.

The number of demons was simply too much!

Even with all his senses at full attention, controlling the golden swords to prioritize the nearest enemies—

Still, there were just too many demons!

These lower-tier demons were all weak, but even if it were a million ants, it would still take a long time to kill them.

Let alone the demons right in front of him.

Bang!

Finally, after two minutes of this standoff, one demon broke through the line and punched Ronan's shield.

The next second, it was burned to ashes by the flames behind.

Though it didn't do much damage, not even moving Ronan an inch—

One breakthrough meant a second, then a third...

Seeing more demons breaking through, Ronan dared not let his guard down. He thrust his left hand forward, ramming the Rings of Raggadorr into the charging demons.

The shield knocked some demons back, but Ronan lost his first line of defense.

"Dammit."

"Where is Wong?!"

"If you don't get here soon, I'm going public with your stomach problems from the other night!"

Ronan cursed, dodging an incoming flame, pulling the Infinity Gauntlet out from the void.

He couldn't care about looking cool anymore.

These demons were endless.

Even though he'd already taken down dozens, it seemed like there was no change in their numbers.

Damn!

Don't these demons have anything better to do in Hell than celebrating Christmas in the human world?

Ronan punched the ground.

Energy from the Space Stone blasted a few nearby demons away.

The next second, Ronan sped up, dodging the demons' pursuit while targeting his enemies.

First rule of a team fight: target the healers.

Ronan locked onto the succubi in the backline.

These succubi not only seduced humans but also greatly boosted these lower-tier demons' fighting spirit.

It was like with humans too.

When a man got certain stimuli, he would get highly motivated.

Of course, married men were an exception.

"You're the ones."

"Three at a time!"

Ronan's eyes locked on three targets, the spatial fluctuations appearing behind the succubi immediately after.

The sound of a meat grinder filled the air, and the charming cries of the succubi were heard.

The final buffs they cast drove the pursuing demons mad.

Their speed increased even more.

Ronan glanced behind him, then swung his right hand, sending energy whips flying.

The whips wrapped around a few demons' necks, pulling them to the ground.

Soon, the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.

With the number of demons increasing around him, Ronan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

If he wanted to run, he could easily escape.

But in reality, he not only couldn't run but also had to stall these demons to buy time for the humans to escape.

Don't ask why.

It's the duty of Kamar-Taj.

If it were anything else, Ronan might have just walked away.

But this was something within his responsibilities—he couldn't leave.

Although Ronan's boundaries were often flexible, this was one of those lines that couldn't be crossed.

"Aikuen's Stance."

Ronan took a deep breath, forming seals in front of his chest.

One after another, identical versions of Ronan appeared, flying out from behind him.

Without needing Ronan to say anything, the clones charged into the demons, buying him time.

Over those two weeks of special training, Ronan didn't just practice using the Space Stone—he also continued studying Kamar-Taj's secret arts.

With the clones appearing, Ronan's difficult situation was temporarily eased.

But, it was just temporary.

Neither the clones nor his main body could hold out much longer.

Ronan clenched the Infinity Gauntlet on his left hand. There was still one move he could use.

He could use the Space Stone to banish all the demons in front of him.

But Ronan was hesitating.

He had heard a roar before.

Though it sounded like any other demon roar, after it happened, the other demons seemed to get an order, dropping their pursuit of humans to target Ronan.

Hell creatures only obeyed those stronger than themselves.

Which meant, there had to be a stronger demon among them.

Since the start of the fight, Ronan had been searching for that demon.

But he hadn't found anything.

That demon had to be hiding among the others, aware that Ronan was searching for it.

So it remained silent.

"With that intelligence, it's a shame you aren't taking exams."

Ronan murmured to himself, gripping his left hand.

If there was no other choice, he would have to use that move.

Although his spells didn't drain his magic, his physical stamina wasn't infinite.

If the demons surrounded him, his situation would become even more dangerous.

Thinking this, Ronan took a deep breath.

His immense mental power slowly connected with the Space Stone in his left hand.

With this many demons, his mental energy would probably be drained instantly.

"Damn it, hiding in the crowd, huh?"

"Then disappear along with the crowd!"

Ronan gritted his teeth, and a vast amount of mental energy burst out.

Just then, several golden portals appeared.

Ronan quickly canceled his intended move, calming his surging mental power.

A familiar voice came from behind Ronan.

It was none other than Wong, whom Ronan had called earlier!

Finally!

"If you'd been any later, the position of Sorcerer Supreme would've been yours."

Ronan turned around, throwing Wong a glare.

"What the hell?"

"Are you throwing a party here?"