Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

At this time, Strange had just finished speaking the last paragraph.

"Wanda was a reliable friend, a trustworthy person, and someone we miss together here today."

After saying that, he exchanged looks with He Shenyan and walked off the stage with a sad look in his eyes. Logically speaking, this was a speech. People who came to mourn would come on stage one by one to describe how they and

Who Wanda knew, what kind of views she had towards her, and finally, she would also add the words "May she rest in peace."

However, nine out of ten people present had only met her once.

Not to mention how they met her, if anyone can say more than five sentences, they have carefully arranged it. Many people don't even understand why He Shenyan released the news to invite them here.

The Master stood on the stage and looked at the crowd below. He stared at them, but did not start to say a eulogy. His calm eyes inexplicably made many people feel cold.

Even Strange felt confused.

What on earth is He going to do?

His question quickly became answered.

"The connections between dimensions are gradually becoming closer."

The first sentence he spoke directly threw the explosive truth in everyone's face, and the people who were quiet just now broke out into low-pitched discussions. Because even third-rate street con artists understand the differences between dimensions.

What does it mean to be more connected?

destroy.

Apart from this, there is nothing else.

When the two worlds collided, what remained were the strong ones and the wreckage of the world. But they were definitely not included. Panic began to spread - everyone knew that the unspeakable black never lied.

He Shenyan looked at them quietly, ignoring Strange's increasingly ugly face. His eyes were firmly fixed on a man. The man was wearing a black suit, with a tall and thin body, and a large forehead.

His hair was sparse and his face was pale. His whole person looked gloomy and sickly.

His name is Carter Leontones, who calls himself the Plague Doctor. He is a man with higher moral standards than many people in the magical world. At this moment, his body is trembling slightly. His eyes full of fear are staring ahead.

, the mouth opens and closes, as if communicating with someone.

He Shenyan looked at him. The noise of the crowd disappeared at this moment, and his ears clearly heard what Carter Leontones was saying.

"No, no. This can't be true. You are just my nightmare. The world cannot be destroyed... The black-robed mage will stop everything. You can't succeed."

He Shenyan raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. A portal appeared under the feet of everyone present. Behind the door was their home or temporary residence - even Strange, who looked at it with a look of astonishment.

The portal appeared under his feet, and the scenery of the Holy of Holies appeared in it.

"The memorial service is over, everyone."

The mage snapped his fingers, and they submerged into it and disappeared. There was only one exception.

Carter Leontones.

"Hello, Mr. Leontones," he said, stepping down from the stage.

Carter, however, seemed completely unaware of the situation around him and remained standing there. He had no reaction to He Shenyan's words, and his whole person seemed like a dull, empty shell.

Carter didn't make any move until He Shenyan came to him and stared at him. The mage gently raised his right hand and put it on his shoulder. The magic power activated, and the spiritual tentacles began to connect with Carter's soul. In an instant, his

The field of vision begins to change.

The material that made up the beach became thick and terrifying, like hot mud. The black mud was churning endlessly, steaming like magma. But there were countless dead souls wailing in it, and they still retained their former bodies, which had not yet melted.

The broken limbs were bubbling and floating in the mud.

The sky is like a decayed picture, with half of the sun hanging on it, and it is a disgusting bright yellow color. The clouds are the rotting intestines of some kind of creature. At this time, light rain is falling in the sky, which is indescribable.

The stench came from the raindrops.

——Now, he can understand why the epidemic doctor has been in a state of despair.

He was still on the beach, but Carter was not. He had lost his trace, as if he did not exist in this corrupt world at all. He Shenyan raised his head and stared at the sun in the sky. The sound from the half sun

The temperature no longer feels warm, but a strange dampness, like a rotting corpse.

In a daze, he even heard a whisper in his ear: "This world will eventually be destroyed..."

"Yeah?"

He Shenyan asked calmly, and he smiled. The black mud he stood under began to boil, and the arms of countless resentful souls stretched out from it, seeming to want to pull him down. But the mage just stepped lightly, and their

The arms were torn off. The flames that ignited at some point burned their remaining bodies.

Turning around, he saw a huge black shadow approaching on the far side of the horizon. At this moment, He Shenyan knew that the memorial service had begun.

But it's not someone's.

But a world that has passed away.

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Strange was thrown back to the Holy of Holies by the portal without the ability to resist. He originally wanted to open the portal immediately to sacrifice to Long Beach and ask what He Shenyan was doing. However, he discovered that the portal in the Holy of Holies was

Movement to the space dedicated to Long Beach is prohibited.

Then, the voice of the spirit of the Holy of Holies came from above his head: "Please forgive me, Supreme Master. That Mr. He insists on asking me to do this."

"What did he ask you to do?"

"You are temporarily unable to reach the long beach of sacrifice." The spirit of the Holy of Holies floated down from the ceiling, with doubts on his golden face. "He said that this is related to the safety of you and the world."

"Damn it, I'm the Supreme Mage!" Strange roared angrily. "He can't do this every time. Whenever something dangerous happens, he just throws us aside and solves it himself!"

He angrily kicked over his beloved coffee table, causing the black tea on it to spill on the carpet: "Who does he think he is? A god?!"

"Supreme Mage, he left you a message."

"What?"

"He asked you to go to South America, search for the Book of Darkness, and contact Sithorne. Hades will give you the answer you want."

"Are you kidding me?"

Strange took a few deep breaths and quickly calmed down. He snapped his fingers, and the black suit instantly turned into a light yellow robe, with a cloak tied behind him. He asked: "When will he tell you this?"

of?"

"Fifteen minutes ago."

Strange narrowed his eyes.

"That means the situation is really urgent - but his attitude still pisses me off, damn it."

Strange cursed angrily, opened a portal to South America, and disappeared into the Holy of Holies.

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There are only two updates today, so I’ll take some time off and I’ll find time to make up for it.

The toothache was unbearable. I wrote two thousand words for an hour and a half, and half of my face was swollen.

Two months ago I was still complacent that my wisdom teeth didn’t hurt... I take back what I said.