In the sky of the netherworld, two crimson trails of Chaos Magic were still violently colliding.
Wanda and Evil Witch had been fighting at full strength for more than half an hour.
The magical energy consumption during this process was undoubtedly astronomical; their complexions even grew slightly pale due to the excessive magic consumption, yet they still stubbornly stood in a standoff, neither willing to back down even half a step.
In the blink of an eye, magic missiles capable of eclipsing the Fat Man and the Little Boy once again condensed in the hands of the two Scarlet Witches.
But just at the moment when these two strands of Chaos Magic were about to collide head-on once again, a figure appeared without warning at the intersection of the two energies.
Who else could this person be if not Peter?
He stood rigidly in mid-air, not even striking a defensive posture, as if those two forces of Chaos Magic capable of tearing space apart were merely two gentle breezes blowing against his face.
The moment the crimson magic wave touched his body, it was silently swallowed and dissolved by an invisible barrier, failing to even stir a single strand of his hair.
Noticing Peter's appearance, the two Wandas froze at the same time.
Following closely behind, the two of them synchronously stopped outputting Chaos Magic.
Looking at Peter with anxiety all over their faces, they asked,
"Darling, are you alright?"
Hearing Evil Witch actually say the exact same words as her, a tic mark could not help but bulge on Wanda's forehead:
"You thief who attempts to steal someone else's happiness, what qualification do you have to call Peter darling?"
Evil Witch responded without yielding an inch:
"After I kill you, I will naturally have this qualification!"
"Enough, both of you settle down!"
Peter rubbed his temples helplessly, then first spoke to Wanda:
"Can't you trust me? Why must you go tit for tat with her like this."
Wanda muttered something indistinctly; if you listened closely, you could hear her say:
"It's precisely because it's you that I can't rest easy!"
After persuading Wanda, Peter looked at Evil Witch again and said,
"As for you, the helpers you brought have all fallen down,"
Peter raised his hand and pointed at the disheveled Illuminati members below,
"Do you think that even if you continue to make a last-ditch resistance, how long can you hold out?"
Hearing this, Evil Witch instinctively glanced at the battlefield below.
Ironheart was dismantled into a pile of parts all over the ground, Captain America Carter's body was covered in scratches, Red Hulk's body was bloody and mangled, Black Bolt was beaten black and blue by Daisy, and Sinister Strange almost didn't even have a human shape left.
Seeing the miserable state of the Illuminati members, even the corners of her eyes couldn't help but twitch, feeling secretly shocked in her heart at the combat power of this Universe's Avengers.
But after the shock, her tsundere nature ultimately took the upper hand, and she let out a cold snort from her nose:
"I knew from the very beginning that they couldn't be counted on."
As she spoke, her fingertips swiped across the void, and a phantom of a magic book that was pitch black all over, with its cover outlined with twisted runes in dark red lines, emerged out of thin air.
It was precisely the darkhold!
Evil Witch's palm pressed against the spine of the book, and the crimson Chaos Magic began to continuously pour into the book, drawing back even more violent power from between the pages.
"So, I actually never planned to rely on them to get you,"
A sickly smile curled up the corners of her mouth, her burning gaze locked onto Peter, "I will defeat her with my own power, snatch you over, and make you the man who belongs only to me in my own way."
Along with the Evil Witch's oath, the power within the darkhold began to surge wildly, and the Chaos Magic around Evil Witch suddenly surged several times over with the book's blessing.
The crimson energy storm blew her chestnut-colored long hair into a fierce dance, and a complex expression intertwining madness and obsession surfaced on that pretty face.
But the next second, Peter's figure had already appeared beside her.
The speed was so fast that it even exceeded Evil Witch's naked eye capture ability.
She only felt her Vision blur, and the next second she saw someone reach out and clasp the wrist with which she was preparing to turn the pages; the force was not large, but it was enough to completely freeze her movements.
Evil Witch's entire body stiffened, intense unwillingness flickering in the depths of her pupils.
"Let's end it here." Peter's voice was very soft, but falling into Evil Witch's ears, it had more impact than any taboo magic,
"You actually know it too, right? It's impossible for me to watch you replace Wanda."
Evil Witch's lips slightly parted, wanting to retort, but she was choked back by Peter's following words.
"If I were to abandon her for you," Peter slowly said, "then sooner or later, I would also abandon you for someone else. And a me like this is simply not worth your love, isn't it?"
Evil Witch's hand paused.
That hand suspended above the darkhold, preparing to draw more power, just stayed frozen in mid-air like that.
The rustling sound of pages turning gradually ceased, the grayish-black mist slowly retracted back between the pages, and the phantom of the darkhold flickered faintly by her side a few times before gradually dimming down.
She looked at Peter, and within those crimson pupils, the crazy light slowly faded, revealing something deeper underneath.
Confusion, pain, and the helplessness of being unable to continue pretending after having her most painful spot poked.
"Damn it..." Her voice began to choke up, her entire body going limp as if someone had suddenly drained all her strength,
"You're right. I should have thought of it long ago; it's impossible for you to abandon her for me."
"But... what else can I do if I don't do this?"
Her voice suddenly raised, with red-rimmed eyes, she yelled at Peter almost like a vent of frustration,
"I've had enough of those maddening nights, enough of having no one by my pillow.
Why must I watch my parallel Universe self obtain a perfect romance, while I can only be a humble bystander?
By what right must I experience those sufferings? By what right can she get things without losing anything, easily obtaining what I can never get no matter how hard I try?"
"Why can't I find a new Vision? Why can't I get a Peter of my own?"
Along with Evil Witch's interrogation, the Chaos Energy within her body also fluctuated wildly.
This born Witch, who only needed a single sentence to erase the Mutant genes of the entire Universe, merely unconsciously drove the astonishing power within her at this moment, causing the rules of the entire netherworld to be affected by it.
Hela was startled by this terrifying power, and instinctively wanted to use her own authority to suppress it, but was stopped by Peter with a single look.
Seeing Evil Witch's emotions collapsing more and more, Peter could only exert a little force with his hands, gently gathering her soft body into his arms.
The effect of doing this was also immediate; along with his action, the wildly rampaging Chaos Energy and Evil Witch's crying complaints instantly came to an abrupt halt...
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