Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Strange is staying in the Holy of Holies, which is in a mess.

Special incense was lit at the door, and the ceiling and walls were covered with various complex magic circles, the largest of which was painted under his body. He sat cross-legged, his body floating. He looked like he was enduring

He was in great pain, his expression was distorted, his brows were furrowed, and he kept making a low groan in his throat.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and fell to the ground, his throat bulging high, and with a nauseating sound of vomiting, he vomited out a large number of worms.

They are all black, covered with disgusting mucus, and many of them even have pieces of Strange's internal organs and blood hanging on them. At this time, they are twisting their bodies and crawling towards Strange, trying to get back to him.

The magic power continues to be consumed in the body.

Strange stood up weakly. He used the hell portal prepared in advance to send these damn bugs back, allowing them to continue to harm the devil. He himself lay on the spot, not even wanting to move.

.

Fatigue and pain combined into one, turning into some kind of bone marrow-eating poison, spreading poison wantonly in his body. For a while, Strange wished he could die right away. He was so tired, but

Not yet.

He groaned and forced himself to open his eyes. His fingers were stained with some blood and he drew a magic circle on the ground.

To be honest, his painting is terrible.

After all, he was unconscious, and it was a miracle that he could still move around now. Therefore, the magic circles he drew looked like ghost drawings, and could not even form a perfect circle.

A hand patted him, and a familiar voice said: "You'd better go and rest first."

Strange did not open his eyes, he knew who was speaking. He said weakly: "Sithorn...it's Sithorn, He, we must stop him, he violated the contract...I..."

He seemed to want to say something else, but he had already passed out.

He Shenyan was about to throw a few healing spells at him, but realized that in his current state, the energy released might kill Strange directly. He simply summoned dirt and grass, mixed with Strange.

The blood left by Qi drew an ancient primitive magic circle around him.

This is the magic of the shamans. In ancient times, they used this method to communicate with the magic in the air to borrow the essence of the earth to heal people. The effect cannot be said to be very good, but for Strange's current physical condition

That's enough for me.

He threw down almost twenty protective spells, ranging from white magic to black magic, from witchcraft to shamanism. This place can now be said to be the safest place on earth.

After doing all this, he stepped out.

He Shenyan stood outside the Holy of Holies in New York. He could smell the smell of blood and hear people's cries and screams. After Sithorn withdrew his magic power, the sky was no longer dark, but still cloudy.

.His creations still affect the weather of the city. The souls of those who died innocently float above the city. In the mage's vision, the sky is full of dead people hanging upside down.

His eyes swept over each of their faces, and then he took a deep breath.

As he breathed, the Sithorne creations that were raging in the city suddenly stopped. Their bodies trembled and shattered into pieces of fly ash, and those black fragments flew above the city.

Fly in a certain direction.

The mage floated up and flew out of the city following the direction of the fragments. Sithorne's creations were expelled by him, and they would turn into magic power and return to the Dark God's Book. Therefore, as long as you follow them, you can find the Dark God.

The holder of the book.

Then...

The mage laughed.

He could actually find these people from the beginning, but he didn't do that. The fundamental reason was that he wanted them to know one thing.

I'm coming to find you.

He did not cover his figure, and the red and dark magic flashed with golden strands, streaking across the dark sky, illuminating the entire city. Starting from where he passed, the collapsed buildings and collapsed buildings

The bad road surface began to recover. Those who have not yet died will not die again as long as they still have breath.

Outside New York City, two men were running away in a car. One of them was holding a dark-looking book in his hand.

"Drive faster! Hurry! Damn it! If we are caught by that evil spirit, we will not be able to return to Him after we die!"

"I know! How did he come back so fast? Didn't the high priest say that he would be delayed for a long time? We also specially sacrificed a hundred people to mask his perception, damn false god! His spells

It has no effect at all! It just looks bluffing!"

"You really have no respect for Sithorn at all. His spells are actually quite useful, and his power is much stronger than the one you believe in."

A voice suddenly sounded in the car.

The man driving the car had his hair standing on end. He immediately raised his head and saw a young man sitting in their back seat in the rearview mirror with a calm face.

Without any hesitation, he immediately planned to commit suicide by biting off the poison he had kept under his tongue. His companions thought so too. But their lives no longer belonged to them the moment He Shenyan found them.

The car slowly stopped.

The Master opened the car door, and he got out, standing with his back to the car. Behind him, the two men also got out of the car, and knelt down with their backs to him with their faces full of horror.

"Do you know how many people died in that city just now?"

He turned around, untied one of them, and immediately cursed: "The heathen deserves to die! And you! Demon! All his enemies will die! You will be burned in his hell."

Burn for ten thousand years!"

Ignoring him, He Shenyan looked at the other one and also untied his restraints. The man driving the car didn't say a word, his whole body was trembling, obviously he had heard about He Shenyan's style.

The mage smiled: "Have you heard me? Do you know what will happen if you believe in evil gods on earth? I really feel strange... Why can't you keep killing people? They always appear from every dark corner. I

Remember, I obviously killed you all."

"Also, is the high priest you mentioned interested in talking to me?"

"Don't even think about it, evil spirit, I won't tell you..."

The mage shrugged, sealed the mouths of the two of them, and asked them to kneel down. He said: "Actually, I was just teasing you. I have just gone through your memory. Don't you feel surprised?"

He turned to the other one and said, "Do you know how I treat the followers of the evil gods? Do you want to see it with your own eyes?"