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inside the room.

Tony looked very serious. He asked, "Do you know what you're doing, Steve? You just acted enough for those bastards to declare you treasonous..."

"If they could, they would have done it already." Compared to Tony's solemnity, Steve seemed very relaxed. He seemed to have unloaded some burden, and there was even a faint smile on his face.

"Damn it, Steve, you just gave them a reason to do that. You were declared wanted a minute ago for sabotage of state security. Hell, I'll talk to them, should be able to —"

"—No need, Tony."

"I've been living in New York for the seven years since we broke up. It's the largest city in America, but you can always see homeless people on the street. Some of them are self-inflicted, but most of them are Because of bad luck. The root cause is our government's system. You know..."

"never mind."

Steve talked vigorously, he wanted to start a long speech, but stopped abruptly. He shook his head and said, "Let's go to New York first."

"Although I don't know what you're going to do in New York, Captain, I'm sorry. We may have more urgent things to do right now." A familiar voice interjected their conversation as a portal opened.

Strange walked out of it. He was soaked all over, with sticky black liquid covering his whole body. There was a long wound on his cheek, and blood was still oozing out.

"Strange? You're willing to come out of your little house? But why do you look like you just got back from dredging the sewer?" Hawkeye said half-jokingly.

"No, Clint. As much as I hate to say that..."

Strange glanced at him, the tired man patted his face hard, crossed his hands, mobilized magic with his trembling hands, and released an observation magic.

"...but we're really in big trouble."

Everyone present was shocked by the picture he showed. It was a city they were all very familiar with - New York. At this moment, dozens of pitch-black monsters with clean white wings were massacred in the city above the city.

Looking at the terrifying scene, Tony squeezed his eyebrows: "Okay, first aliens, and now these damn magical creatures. Do you know what they are?"

"It was a monster shaped by Sithawn's power...but the wings on their backs came from heaven."

"Heaven?" Hawkeye asked.

"Wait, wait wait, who's Sithone?" Sam chimed in too.

"Yes, heaven... Sithhorn was the world's first black magician...and one of the dark gods, the Great Phantom, the Elder Gods, listen, Sam. If you're interested in this aspect of the history of magic, I'd love to welcome you to the Sanctuary at a later date. But right now, we have to get this out of the way...otherwise I doubt we'll ever see the sun tomorrow."

"Well, I don't care who he is, what are we going to do?" Steve asked as he picked up his helmet.

"Sishorn's power has enveloped the entire earth, which is not normal. The power of the ancient gods is too strong, they usually can't directly invade our world like this, forcing entry will cause the world to tear, and they As a powerful individual, he will also be directly watched by the gods outside the realm... Someone must have done something during this time."

Strange lowered his head and thought, it was hard to tell whether he was talking to himself or explaining to the crowd. When he finally made up his mind, he felt a pain like a thorn in his back erupting directly from the depths of his brain.

He looked up sharply, and Frank's head was down in the chair, his left hand on his knee was already on fire.

Before he could explain, Strange pushed Tony Stark away from him.

"boom!"

The deafening sound of the explosion resounded through the clouds, and in the scattered smoke, blood spilled from the corner of Strange's mouth and slowly flowed down. The orange-yellow shield blocked everyone behind him, and no one was injured.

Except himself.

His raised right hand trembled wildly, but it remained directly in front of him. Tony stood on the side, and he noticed that Strange's face became more and more ugly. Just as he was about to go up and ask what was wrong, Strange turned around, his face turned pale for some time, and abnormal protrusions under his skin were squirming wildly.

Without hesitation, Strange directly opened a portal and threw the others in, sending them directly to New York.

As soon as he closed the portal, a bony arm penetrated his shield and pulled him out. He fell to the ground and looked up, a flaming skeleton was grinning at him.

A wry smile appeared on Strange's face: "It's really not letting people rest."

"boom!"

Another shield was propped up, and the right fist of the skeleton hit it, the energy fluctuations scattered, and the smoke and dust flew wildly in this broken room. UU Reading www.uukanshu. com Strange can feel the frenzied riot of dark worms within him. He was expelling these dangerous little things in the Sanctuary, but was attacked at a critical moment, and when he woke up again, he was tied up by a group of users of dark magic.

He finally managed to kill it, and just as he was about to open the portal to return to the Sanctuary, he felt the terrifying dark magic power, which was no worse than He Shenyan's. So he immediately located the location of Steve and the others and teleported over, but what he faced was such a mess.

Strange sighed, the skeleton in front of him seemed to be completely unconscious, and he just frantically beat Strange's shield. He could keep playing with it if he had to, but there were more urgent things to do now.

There was a wry smile on Strange's horse's face: "I hope you won't blame me when you wake up...Frank."

He folded his hands together, and the tyrannical mental power burst out, forcing the skeleton back. The skeleton roared, and immediately wanted to pounce on him and shred him to pieces, but found that his feet were firmly frozen by the ice cubes that appeared at some point.

It growled its jaw sarcastically, and clicked and snapped, as if mocking Strange's use of ice cubes against fire. It was covered in flames, and it broke free in the next second.

But, one second was enough for Strange.

The evil deep purple light of the inverted pentagram circle reflected on his face, and Strange drove the hell portal expressionlessly and threw Frank in.

After doing all this, he finally collapsed to the ground exhausted, wishing to fall asleep immediately. But he couldn't, even if he hadn't really slept for two years.

The hard-working mage once again mobilized the little magic power left in his body to open a portal and walked in.