Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Strange is staying in a mess of the Holy of Holies.

Special incense was lit at the door, and the ceiling and walls were painted with various complex circles, the largest of which was painted under him. He sat cross-legged, his body floating. He looked as if he was in great pain, his expression twisted, his brows furrowed, and a deep groan kept coming out of his throat.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and fell to the ground, his throat bulging high, and with a disgusting vomit, he spat out a large swarm of worms.

They are all black, covered with disgusting mucus, and many even have Strange's internal organs and blood hanging on them. At this time, they are twisting their bodies and crawling towards Strange, wanting to return to his Continue to devour magic power in the body.

Strange stood up weakly, and he used the hell portal prepared in advance to send these damn bugs back, and let them go back to harm the demons. He himself was lying on the ground, not even wanting to move.

Exhaustion and pain combined into some kind of bone marrow-eating poison that recklessly radiated poison in his body. For a while Strange wished he could die right away, he was so tired, but not yet.

He groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes, his fingers stained with blood, and he drew a circle on the ground.

To be honest, he draws badly.

After all, he was already delirious, and it was a miracle that he was still active. Therefore, the circles he drew looked like ghosts, and could not even form a perfect circle.

A hand patted him, and a familiar voice said: "You better go to rest first."

Strange didn't open his eyes, he knew who was talking. He said weakly: "Sishorn... it is Sishorn, Ho, he must be stopped, he has broken the contract...I..."

He seemed to want to say something, but Yi had already passed out.

He Shenyan just wanted to throw a few healing spells at him, but realized that in his current state, the energy released might kill Strange directly. He simply recruited dirt and grass, mixed with the blood left by Strange to draw an ancient primitive circle around him.

This is the magic of the shamans, who in ancient times used this way to communicate the magic in the air to heal people by borrowing the energy of the earth. The effect cannot be said to be very good, but it is enough for Strange's current physical condition.

He dropped about twenty protective spells, from white magic to black magic, from witchcraft to shamanism, and this place is now arguably the safest place on earth.

After doing all this, he stepped out.

He Shenyan stood outside the Sanctuary in New York. He could smell blood and hear people crying and screaming. The sky was no longer dark after Sithone took back his magic, but it was still overcast. His creations still affect the weather in the city. The souls of those who died innocently floated above the city, and in the mage's vision, the sky was full of dead people hanging upside down.

His eyes swept across each of their faces, and he took a deep breath.

With his breathing, those Sithawn creations that were raging in the city suddenly stopped abruptly. After a tremor, their bodies collapsed into pieces of flying ash, and those black fragments flew above the city and flew in a certain direction.

The mage floated up, and he followed the direction of the debris and flew out of the city. Sithone's creations were expelled by him, and they would return to the Book of Dark Gods as magic. Therefore, just follow them, and you can find the holder of the Dark Book.

Then...

The sorcerer laughed.

He could actually find these people in the first place, but he didn't. The root cause is to let them know one thing.

I'm here to find you.

He didn't hide his figure, and the red and pitch black magic flashed with a hint of gold,

Row across the gloomy sky, illuminating the city. From where he passed, the collapsed buildings and crumbling roads began to return to their original shape. People who haven't died will not die as long as they have one breath left.

Outside New York City, two men were running wildly in a car. One of them held an unremarkable pitch-black book in his hand.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Damn it! If we get caught by that demon, we won't be able to return to him after we die!"

"I know! How did he come back so quickly? Didn't the high priest say he would be held back for a long time? We even sacrificed a hundred people to cover his perception, damn false god! His spells It doesn't work at all! It just looks bluffing!"

"You really don't have any respect for Sishorn. His spells are actually quite useful, and his power is much stronger than the one you believe."

A voice suddenly sounded inside the car.

The driver's hair stood on end, he immediately raised his head, and in the rearview mirror saw a young man sitting in their back seat with a calm face.

Without any hesitation, he immediately planned to bite off the poison that had been under his tongue and commit suicide, as did his companion. But their lives didn't belong to them the moment He Shenyan found them.

The car stopped slowly.

The mage opened the car door, and he stepped down, standing with his back to the car. Behind him, the two men also got out of the car and knelt down with their backs to him in horror.

"Do you know how many people died in that city just now?"

He turned around, untied one of them, and immediately scolded: "The heathen deserves to die as much as he wants! And you! Demon! All his enemies will die! You will be caught in flames in his hell. Burn for ten thousand years!"

Ignoring him, He Shenyan looked at the other, and also untied his bondage. The man driving the car didn't say a word, his whole body was shaking, obviously he had heard of He Shenyan's style.

The Master smiled: "Have you heard of me? Do you know what's wrong with believing in evil gods on Earth? I'm really wondering...why do you just keep killing? You can always emerge from every dark corner, I Remember that I obviously killed you all."

"Also, is the high priest you mentioned interested in talking to me?"

"Don't think about it, demon, I won't tell you..."

The mage shrugged, and he sealed the mouths of the two and made them kneel. He said, "Actually, I'm just teasing you. I've just flipped through your memory. Are you surprised?"

He turned to the other and said, "Do you know how I treat the followers of the evil gods? Would you like to see for yourself?"