Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

After dealing with this damn book, Strange can finally concentrate on the ritual - this is not the first time he has dealt with the Dark Book, but he is disgusted by this book every time. If I insist on it, just

Like a mosquito that cannot be killed no matter how hard you fight it, it buzzes in your ears just when you are about to fall asleep.

It is relatively troublesome to communicate with Sithorn. Just dealing with the Dark Book can kill a lot of people. Therefore, those mages who think they have Sithorn's favor are actually just being favored by the Dark Book.

They are just puppets in control, and their complacency is actually useless.

Strange sat down cross-legged solemnly, and the circle under his feet began to flicker, accompanied by golden light. The Holy of Holies was supplying magic power, but to communicate with Sithorn, magic power of this nature was obviously not enough. Strange

Close your eyes, try your best to find those dark corners in your memory, and then completely release the negative emotions.

Darkness emerged from around him, eating away the light bit by bit. Then, a crack suddenly appeared in front of Strange, and Sithorne looked at him inside, yawning in boredom.

"What's the matter, Strange?" he asked with raised eyebrows. "You don't seem like the kind of person who would take the initiative to come to me and chat with me."

Do you think I want to chat with you?

Strange almost had this sentence written on his face, but he was still quite polite: "Why did you ask me to come to you?"

"Find me?"

"Yes."

Strange told a complete story about what happened on the Long Sacrifice Beach. As he spoke, Sithorne nodded. When he finished telling the story, Sithorne's face was already filled with a smile.

Keep smiling.

"This is beyond my expectation," he murmured to himself, glancing at Strange through the crack.

For some reason, this look made him feel cold all over.

"So, what exactly is going on?" Strange asked.

Sithorne is a fun-loving man, but not a riddle man. He always answers the questions of others. The god of Hades threw a shocking fact in Strange's face quite gently and politely.

"That's right." He said with a smile. "A me from a parallel universe and the Wanda you know have somehow united together, and now they feel that all living people are actually manipulated puppets.

Plan to kill everyone to give them real peace."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm kidding you, dear Strange?"

Sithorn winked at him funny: "You don't have much dealings with me, but please remember one thing, Strange. Although old Sithorn likes to joke, he will never do anything like this.

I'm joking with you. It's like a stand-up comedian making an airplane joke on the anniversary of 9/11. That kind of joke is inappropriate."

The more confident he appeared, the more chills Strange felt all over - not to mention Wanda, just the fact that Sithorne from another world planned to destroy the world was enough to give him a headache.

Strange wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "How did you know so many things in such a short period of time?"

"Isn't the me in the other world not me?"

Sithorn asked a very philosophical question. He said with a slight sigh: "Although his ideas seem a bit extreme to me, his power is essentially the same as mine. Stellan

Strange—I saw everything from another Dark God Book, and that Dark God Book is next to your senior brother."

He asked with a hint of meaning: "——Do you think there will be another Sithorn behind that book watching him?"

Strange's back was soaked with cold sweat for a moment. He stood up suddenly, and heard Sithorne's laughter in his ears. He didn't have time to care about the joy of this fun man, so he quickly opened the door.

The portal arrived at the Long Beach of Sacrifice, however, the Long Beach of Sacrifice that appeared in front of him was empty.

"Damn" Strange cursed with an ugly expression.

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He Shenyan felt very strange now - on the one hand, he knew that he was talking to another Xithorn, but he still inevitably brought the image of that happy man into it, but it happened that this Xithorn was talking to him.

Thorne is a woman.

Pretty good figure.

The mage looked at her strangely, especially lingering on the black stockings on her legs for a while. The other party obviously didn't know anything about it. She changed her posture on the throne and made herself sit more smoothly without leaving any trace.

'Safe' a bit.

"As the supreme mage in this world, your character is really bold." She said coldly.

He Shenyan recorded these words silently, intending to listen to Strange when he went back, urging him to practice hard, meditate, and not watch those vulgar TV series all day long.

"I am not the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Are you kidding me? This joke is not funny. Besides, you are about to die. Do you want your last words to be just a joke?"

With a hint of sullenness, the female version of Sithorn said. He Shenyan laughed for no reason, and laughed very unrestrainedly. He really couldn't bear this sense of déjà vu, and now he really wanted to know that he knew

What would Sithorne think when he saw the woman in front of him?

Simply.

While laughing, he said: "I don't think I will die, Lord Hades."

"Blind confidence."

Sithorn waved his hand, and ripples suddenly appeared in the dark space, and countless huge black tentacles surged towards him. Not only were they powerful, they also had the power to change human minds. But He Shenyan stood where he was.

The ground didn't move at all.

He just smiled and opened his 'mouth'.

Invisible mental tentacles firmly fixed those tentacles, which were essentially energy and were being swallowed up quickly. The cold expression on Sithorn's face was quickly replaced by shock. She found in disbelief that this man was actually devouring her.

the power of.

"What?!"

"Don't be surprised, ma'am."

He Shenyan burped, and the sound of chewing came from under his feet. There was a pool of black shadow gathered there, which was even darker than the dark dimension of Sithorn. At the same time, his eyes

A red light flashed in his eyes.

The mage said softly: "The Sithorn I know is a fun-loving person, and he doesn't resist me very much, but do you want to guess how he became like this?"

The sound of chewing became louder.

"You're trying to steal something from a tiger's mouth, madam. I'm worried that I can't find anything good to eat recently."