American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Nepal, a small town inn nestled in the Himalayas.

Inside the inn, a staff member, carrying a tray of food, gently knocked on a guest room door.

"Room service, sir, this is your dinner!"

The door opened, and a tall, thin man wearing a hood, half of his face hidden in the darkness, slowly walked out.

He reached out to take the tray, and with his other hand, flipped out a $10 tip.

The colleague seemed a little hesitant: "But he always covers half of his face, and the ID card he used to register had some problems. I always feel like this person is dangerous."

"What's dangerous? As long as it doesn't threaten me, making money is the most important thing!" The man rolled his eyes, not taking it seriously: "Besides, in the past two weeks, many troops have appeared for no reason, stationed outside the town.

Patrols come and go every day, even if this person is dangerous, he wouldn't dare do anything!"

"You're right, these troops are very fierce. They even kill demons, let alone people! I just don't know when they will leave. I always feel a little panicked watching them patrol the town every day!"

"What? Are you afraid that your secret of stealing women's underwear will be discovered?" The man teased.

The colleague's face turned red with anger, and he hurriedly defended: "You're talking nonsense, you were the one who stole it that time, and you have the nerve to blame me?"

"Hey, we're brothers for life, why bother distinguishing between you and me? I am you, and you are me!"

"No, we must distinguish clearly!"

The two joked and went downstairs.

In the room, the tray was casually piled on the table. The man didn't eat anything. Instead, as usual, he threw the food into the toilet and flushed it down the drain.

Then, he stood by the window, silently watching the scenery outside.

At this time, the sky was dark. This small town was not considered prosperous, and there were not even very tall buildings.

The only relatively prosperous central street was lined with only three-story buildings on both sides, and the roofs were still antique tiles.

There were many signs of disrepair, and it looked like it had been there for many years.

The man's eyes were focused on the roof of the building across the street.

Suddenly, his expression changed: "Are they here?"

Sure enough, a figure appeared out of thin air, quietly standing in the sky.

This person was wearing a black kimono, and on the left side of his waist hung a nodachi, the blade was very long, almost dragging to the ground.

This person had a handsome face. After appearing, he ignored the humans below, but looked around, and slowly stretched out his right hand.

A dazzling light erupted, almost illuminating the entire town.

But strangely, such an obvious light source did not attract anyone's attention.

Occasionally, people would look up at the sky, but they would not see the person, as if there was nothing in the sky.

After a few seconds, tiny spirit particles flashing with pale blue fluorescence began to fall from the sky along with the spirit rain.

A dozen phantoms actually appeared in front of the man's palm.

These remnant souls were all humanoid, vaguely swaying, and their minds were not very clear, as if they would collapse at any time.

The man drew out the nodachi from his waist, the hilt glowed red, and he gently stamped it on the forehead of the remnant soul like a seal.

A white light flashed, and the remnant soul soared into the sky and disappeared directly.

The strange man who had been standing by the window suddenly clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "It's like this again, damn it, who exactly are they?

They can actually collect souls, are they Death Gods?"

At this moment, the phone rang, and the strange man walked over to answer it, but didn't make any sound.

The person on the other side seemed to be used to it, and after a few seconds said in a deep voice: "Sir, everything is ready, we only need a few remnant souls as a guide to light up the coordinates."

The strange man was silent for a moment: "Who are these people who have recently appeared in major cities around the world, snatching demon souls?"

"The other party calls themselves Death Gods, affiliated with the Black Order, and are a private force under the command of Qi Shan, the current director of Tianyanhui. They have amazing combat power, claiming to have been fighting against the Noah clan for 7,000 years, determined to eliminate demons from the root.

Judging from the other party's actions of snatching souls, they obviously have a way to use souls!"

The strange man said coldly: "I know!"

The other side hurriedly said: "Lord Kaecilius, we can't delay any longer. In at most three days, the death aura covering Kamar-Taj will completely dissipate. At that time, even if Lord Dormammu can descend, he will not be able to break through the Ancient One's blockade!"

"Don't call me by my name on the phone!" Kaecilius lowered his voice, seemingly containing anger.

The other side was a little frightened and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure, sir!"

Kaecilius snorted softly: "Stabilize your formation and listen to my signal! This time, we will completely destroy Kamar-Taj! Dormammu forever!"

"Dormammu forever!"

Hanging up the phone, Kaecilius walked to the window again. The Death God had already disappeared.

Now is not the time to launch. He needs to wait for a message, a crucial message.

As the night deepened, the message he hoped to hear still didn't come.

Just when Kaecilius thought that today would be another fruitless day, the sudden ringing of the phone jolted him awake.

Seeing the question mark on the caller ID, Kaecilius hurriedly pressed the answer button.

The voice on the other side was urgent and strange, seemingly trying to lower his voice: "Sir, the Ancient One is dead, and the person who has taken over his position is a young man named Stephen.

He has learned time magic and is called Doctor Strange!"

Kaecilius hung up the phone directly, his figure flashed, and he appeared directly on the street. He flicked his right hand upwards, and a flare screamed into the sky.

"Now!"

He stretched out his hands horizontally and casually drew a circle, and the space door was opened.

Sixteen black beams of light shot up into the sky at the same time, forming a special magic circle in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of dark energy fell from the sky, directly engulfing Kaecilius.

The black lines on his body gradually spread, his aura soared, and the dark lines on his face spread wider and wider.

Roar!

Kaecilius suddenly shouted and rushed into the space door.

On the other side of the space door, a large number of fallen mages wearing the same style of winter hats appeared, and scattered to kill people without hesitation.

Across the street diagonally, a large number of melee mages poured out directly from that inconspicuous church in the Hong Kong Sanctum.

The two sides were entangled on the street.

The aftermath of the battle rippled out, houses collapsed, vehicles exploded, and pedestrians fled in all directions, creating a scene of war.