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inside the room.

Tony's expression was extremely serious, and he asked: "Do you know what you are doing, Steve? What you just did was enough for those bastards to declare you treason..."

"If they could, they would have done it long ago." Compared to Tony's seriousness, Steve looked very relaxed. He seemed to have lifted some burden, and there was even a faint smile on his face.

"Damn it, Steve, you just gave them a reason to do that. You were declared a wanted fugitive a minute ago for undermining national security. Hell, I'll go talk to them and that should work. ——”

"—That's not necessary, Tony."

"I have been living in New York for the seven years since we broke up. This is the largest city in the United States, but you can always see homeless people walking on the street. Some of them are self-inflicted, but most of them are Because of the temporary bad luck, the fundamental reason lies in our government system. You know..."

"never mind."

Steve was talking enthusiastically. He originally wanted to start a long speech, but stopped abruptly. He shook his head and said: "Let's go to New York first."

"Although I don't know why you are going to New York, Captain, I'm sorry. We may have more important things to do right now." A familiar voice intervened in their conversation as a portal opened.

Strange walked out of it. He was soaked with sticky black liquid all over his body. There was a long cut on his cheek, and blood was still oozing out.

"Strange? Are you willing to come out of your little room? But you look like you just came back from clearing the sewer?" Hawkeye said half-jokingly.

"No, Clint. As much as I hate to say it..."

Strange glanced at him, and the tired man patted his face hard. He crossed his hands, mobilized magic with trembling hands, and released an observation magic.

"...but we're really in big trouble."

Everyone present was shocked by the picture he showed. It was a city that they were all very familiar with - New York. At this moment, above the city, there were dozens of dark monsters with white wings on their backs, massacring people in the city.

Looking at the horrifying scene, Tony pinched his eyebrows: "Okay, first it's the aliens, and now it's these damn magical creatures. Do you know who they are?"

"Those are monsters shaped by the power of Sithorn...but the wings on their backs come from heaven."

"Heaven?" Hawkeye asked.

"Wait, wait, wait, who is Sithorn?" Sam also interjected.

"Yes, heaven...Sithorn is the world's first black magician...and the god of black magic, the Great Shadow, one of the elder gods. Listen, Sam. If you are interested in the history of magic, I welcome you to come to the Holy of Holies to read in the future. But now, we must solve this problem quickly...otherwise I doubt whether we will be able to see the sun tomorrow."

"Okay, I don't care who he is, what are we going to do?" Steve picked up his helmet and asked.

"The power of Sithorn has enveloped the entire earth. This is abnormal. The power of the ancient gods is too strong. Generally speaking, they cannot directly invade our world like this. Forcibly entering will cause the world to tear apart, and they As a powerful individual, you will also be directly watched by the gods from outside the territory... Someone must have done something during this time."

Strange lowered his head and thought. It was hard to tell whether he was talking to himself or explaining to everyone. When he finally figured it out, he felt a pain like a thorn in his back erupting directly from the depths of his brain.

He suddenly looked up, and saw Frank sitting in the chair with his head lowered, and his left hand on his knee was already on fire.

Without enough time to explain, Strange pushed away Tony Stark who was standing in front of him.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion resounded through the clouds, and in the scattered smoke, a trace of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of Strange's mouth. The orange shield blocked everyone behind him, and no one was injured.

Except himself.

His raised right hand was shaking wildly, but it was always kept straight in front of him. Tony was standing on the side, and he noticed that Strange's face was getting more and more ugly. Just as he was about to go up and ask what was wrong, Strange turned back

Come on, his face had turned pale at some point, and there were abnormal protrusions under his skin that were crawling crazily.

Without hesitation, Strange opened a portal and threw the others in, sending them directly to New York.

As soon as he closed the portal, a bone-white arm penetrated his shield and pulled his whole body out. He fell to the ground and looked up, and saw a flaming skeleton looking at him with a ferocious smile.

.

A wry smile appeared on Strange's face: "It really doesn't let anyone rest."

"boom!"

Another shield was propped up, and the skeleton's right fist hit it. Energy fluctuations spread out, and smoke and dust flew wildly in the dilapidated room. Strange could feel the crazy riot of dark worms in his body.

He was originally driving away these dangerous little things in the Holy of Holies, but he was attacked at a critical moment. When he woke up again, he was tied up by a group of users of dark witchcraft.

He finally managed to get out. Just when he was about to open the portal and return to the Holy Sanctuary, he felt the terrifying dark magic power, which was even worse than He Shenyan. So he immediately located Steve and others

The location was teleported over, but what they faced was such a mess.

Strange sighed. The skeleton in front of him seemed completely unconscious. He was just beating Strange's shield crazily. If necessary, he could keep playing with it, but there are more important things to do now.

Do.

A wry smile appeared on Strange's horse's face: "I hope you won't blame me when you wake up... Frank."

He clasped his hands together, and his tyrannical mental power exploded, forcing the skeleton back. The skeleton roared, and immediately wanted to pounce on him and tear him apart, but found that his feet had been firmly frozen by the ice that appeared at an unknown time.

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It grew its jaw mockingly and opened and closed it with a few clicks, as if it was mocking Strange for using ice cubes to deal with the flames. Its body was filled with fire, and it broke free in the next second.

But, one second is enough for Strange.

The evil deep purple light of the inverted pentagram circle shone on his face. Strange expressionlessly drove the hell portal and threw Frank in.

After doing all this, he finally collapsed on the ground exhausted, wishing he could sleep right away. But he couldn't yet, even if he hadn't had any real sleep in two years.

The miserable mage once again mobilized the little magic power left in his body, opened a portal, and walked in.