People Become Kings In The United States

Mo Du didn't have envy and jealousy in his heart.

But I have to admit that this person's qualifications are indeed far superior to his, so no matter how unwilling he is, he finally accepts it.

Regarding Mordo's warning, Strange nodded solemnly.

Not to mention other things, it's just depravity, not even your own thoughts, and you need a hammer for eternal life.

Speaking of which, wouldn't it be nice to be the boss of a magician?

Tired is a bit tiring and a bit dangerous, but at least it is much better than being a thoughtless slave.

And besides his mentor, Ancient One, there is another big boss on Earth. Even if he can't do Dormammu, the Goddess of Judgment won't make a move?

It was precisely because of this confidence that Strange participated in this cruel magic battle for the first time and did not show any cowardice.

Thoughts are fleeting.

At the moment, the terrifying coercion is getting stronger and stronger, and the vibration of Kamar-Taj is also getting bigger and bigger.

The howling wind swept across the wilderness, and those collapsed building blocks, gravel, and dead bodies on the ground were even blown away.

That is to say, the house where Ancient One was located was guarded by Strange and other magicians, otherwise it would have been blown away together.

With both arms blocking the front, Strange and the others tried their best to ignore the terrifying coercion, and looked forward from the corner of their eyes.

The knight in silver scale armor raised the holy cross sword in his hand, the dazzling blue dots of light gathered like a sea of ​​stars, the dark waves floating in the sky, and the collapsed wreckage around the top of the mountain, experienced the tragedy of a great war.

The knight closed his eyes and chanted his prayers, like the rising sun that was about to dispel the darkness.

"Aroundight~"

boom!

Endless blue light shone all over his body, he opened his eyes, as if passing through the long river of history, his figure overlapped with the knight named Lancelot, shouting for fame at the same time.

With huge amounts of roaring, the ground under his feet suddenly cracked in large pieces, and he swung the cross holy sword in his hand, and the endless blue sea of ​​stars gleamed torrents straight into the sky.

Fragmented hair danced wildly in the wind.

Everyone's eyes reflected the icy blue torrent that rolled up into the sky, and the corpses of the dark apostles on the ground or the apostles who were still alive could not be controlled and followed the flow back into the sky.

(bhah) The torrent that wanted to purify and destroy everything swallowed the flesh and blood of Karisias, and all the dark apostles.

Rumble!

Terrifying ripples hit all directions, and the torrent full of boundless destructive power submerged the tumbling waves of darkness in the sky. With the tumbling waves, the darkness was dispelled and annihilated bit by bit.

All the people in Kathmandu looked up blankly, looking at the sky that was dispelled from the darkness, and the dazzling ice-blue ocean that was so beautiful.

The darkness dissipated, and many believers who believed in the so-called god of destruction and destruction completely collapsed.

These believers loyally believe that this will be the God of Destruction who will destroy this filthy planet and reshape a new world.

But their hopes were dashed.

That kind of holy and vast power doesn't look like it was brought by the God of Destruction.

The collapse of faith made these believers unable to bear it at all. The joy and expectations in their hearts were burnt, and their hopes were shattered. That feeling was enough to make people crazy.

"Impossible, I don't believe it, God of Destruction, are you going to give up your believers?"

"The God of Destruction has given up, and given up on his most loyal believer."

"This world should be destroyed, it should be destroyed."

The believers kneeling on the ground were crying and laughing, their expressions were extremely distorted, and the madness made others frightened, but they understood very well.

Only people who live in this city and this country understand.

Because those who believe in the so-called gods are only the poor, those in power, and the rich. They have jointly formulated the most complete and cruel caste system, calling out the so-called freedom on the surface, but in fact it is the continuation of slavery.

These poor people, being oppressed, have worked hard for a month, are exhausted from illnesses, but only have a meager dozen of M gold, and they can't even seek a way to rise.

So their hope is only on the gods who have no trace.

Longing for the gods to rescue them from the sea of ​​suffering, when the aliens invaded New York, these believers who believed in the God of Destruction thought it was an opportunity, but they were destroyed by the Goddess of Judgment. In terms of the number of people who hate the Goddess of Judgment, there is also a certain HYDRA in South Asia. It is not comparable to a world power with a population of more than one billion.

It can be said that it is the gathering place of Sunspot, the goddess of judgment.

Definitely also has loyal believers, and the believers of the God of Light and Judgment and the Goddess of Judgment have been fighting for this in recent years.

The shattering of faith made countless believers in this city howl.

The sound of howling, and the picture of dispelling the darkness in the sky and ushering in the light, seem so inconsistent and make people feel so ironic.

A ray of sunshine fell from the sky, the waves of darkness dissipated, and the Kamar-Taj magicians, who were almost in ruins, were filled with joy.

But then there is worry.

The joyful and dangerous situation seems to have been resolved, but the worry is that the life of the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One magician who has been guarding the planet is dying and Dormammu is eyeing the imminent invasion.

It seems that a more serious crisis is spreading.

The sharp point of the sword pointed at the ground, as if the ice-blue magic power of the burning flame slowly dissipated from the sword body, Sanjid frowned and looked at the sky, showing no joy in solving the Kamar-Taj crisis at all.

When Modu saw this scene, he turned his head and whispered a few words to several older magicians.

The old magicians nodded, then opened the door and walked into the house.

Their mission is to protect the Sorcerer Supreme. If it weren't for the menacing approach of Calisias and the Dark Apostles, they would not have shot.

After explaining, Modu, Strange, and Wang looked at each other and walked in front of Sanjid.

Strange, who was appointed as the next-generation Sorcerer Supreme, spoke first: "Thank you very much for your shot, if it wasn't for you, maybe Kamar-Taj would be in danger.

Sanjid withdrew his eyes, looked at the three of Strange and shook his head: "But it's just to resolve, the man named Calisias is not dead yet."

The tone is a bit pity.

"He has absorbed too much darkness, as well as Dormammu's will. It can be said that he is already a duplication of Dormammu, and he will not die so easily."

Wang was not surprised.

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