Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

At this time, Strange just happened to say the last paragraph.

"Wanda was a reliable friend, a person you can count on, and someone we all miss here today."

After speaking, he exchanged glances with He Shenyan and walked off the stage with a sad look in his eyes. Logically speaking, this is a speech session. The people who came to pay their respects will come to the stage one by one to describe how they met Wanda and what they thought of her, and at the end, they would add a word of wishing her rest in peace.

However, 9 out of 10 people present had only met her once.

Don't tell me how you met her, but anyone who can say more than five sentences is considered carefully arranged by them. Many people don't even understand why He Shenyan wants to release news and invite them to come here.

The mage stood on the stage and looked at the crowd below. He stared at them, but did not begin to say the eulogy. That calm look inexplicably made many people feel cold.

Even Strange was puzzled.

What is he going to do?

His questions quickly became answered.

"The connections between dimensions are gradually becoming tighter."

The first sentence he said, he threw the explosive truth directly on everyone's face, and the people who were quiet just now burst into a low-pitched discussion. Because, even third-rate street tricksters, they understand what it means for dimensions to become closer together.

destroy.

Other than that, nothing else.

When two worlds collide, what can survive is the strong and the wreckage of the world. But definitely don't include them. Panic began to spread—everyone knew that Unspeakable Black never lied.

He Shenyan looked at them quietly, ignoring Strange's increasingly ugly face. His eyes were firmly fixed on a man. The man was wearing a black suit, tall and thin, with sparse hair on his forehead and pale face. The whole person looked gloomy and sick.

His name is Carter Leontones, and he calls himself the plague doctor. A man whose morality is higher than that of many people in the magical world. At this moment, his body was shaking slightly. Those eyes full of fear looked straight ahead, and his mouth opened and closed, as if he was communicating with someone.

He Shenyan looked at him, the noise of the crowd disappeared at this moment, and his ears clearly heard what Carter Leontones was saying.

"No, no. This can't be true, you are just my nightmare, the world can't be destroyed... The black robe will stop everything, you can't succeed."

He Shenyan raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. A portal appeared at the feet of everyone present, and behind the door was their home, or temporary residence—even Strange, who looked at the portal that appeared under his feet, the view of the Holy of Holies, with a stunned expression on his face. appear in it.

"The memorial service is over, everyone."

The mage snapped his fingers, and they fell into it and disappeared. There is only one exception.

Carter Leontones.

"Hello, Monsieur Ontones," he said, stepping down from the platform.

Carter, however, seemed to be completely unaware of the situation around him, still standing there. He didn't respond to He Shenyan's words, his whole person seemed like a dull empty shell.

Carter didn't do anything until He Shenyan came to him and stared at him. The mage raised his right hand slightly and put it on his shoulder. Motivated by magic, the mental tentacles began to hook Carter's soul, and in an instant, his vision began to change.

The substance that made up the beach became sticky and horrible, like hot mud. The black mud churned endlessly, steaming like lava. Among them, countless dead souls were wailing, and they still had the shape of their previous life.

The sky was like a rotten picture, with half the sun hanging on it, a disgusting bright yellow. The clouds are the rotting intestines of some kind of creature. At this time, the sky is raining lightly.

An indescribable stench came from the raindrops.

——Now, he can understand why the plague doctor has been in a state of despair.

He was still on that beach, but Carter wasn't. He's lost track, like he doesn't exist in this corrupt world at all. He Shenyan raised his head and stared at the sun in the sky. The temperature from that half of the sun is no longer warm, but some kind of weird dampness, like a putrid corpse.

Suddenly, he even heard a whisper in his ear: "This world will eventually be destroyed..."

"yes?"

He Shenyan asked calmly, and he smiled. The black mud standing under his feet began to boil, and the arms of countless resentful souls stretched out, as if trying to pull him down. But the mages only took a slight step, and their arms were torn off. The flames that ignited at an unknown time burned their remaining corpses to the ground.

Turning around, he saw a huge black shadow coming from the far side of the horizon. At this time, He Shenyan knew that the memorial service had begun.

But not someone's.

but a world gone by.

Strange was thrown back to the Sanctuary by the portal without the ability to resist. He originally wanted to open the portal immediately to worship Long Beach and ask what He Shenyan was doing. However, he found that the movement of space in the Holy of Holies leading to Sacrificial Long Beach was prohibited.

Then, the voice of the Spirit of the Holy of Holies came from above him: "Please forgive me, Supreme Mage. That Mr. He insisted on asking me to do so."

"What did he ask you to do?"

"It will temporarily prevent you from reaching Sacrificial Long Beach." The spirit of the Holy of Holies floated down from the ceiling, with doubts on its golden face. "He said it's about your safety and the safety of the world."

"Damn, I'm the Supreme Mage!" Strange roared. "He can't be like this every time, throwing us all aside as soon as he encounters a dangerous thing, and then solve it himself!"

He angrily kicked over his beloved coffee table and spilled the black tea on the carpet: "Who does he think he is? God?!"

"Supreme Mage, he left you a message."

"what?"

"He asked you to go to South America, find the book of the dark gods, and contact Sishorn. The god of underworld will give you the answer you want."

"What are you kidding?"

Strange took a few deep breaths and quickly calmed down. He snapped his fingers, and the black suit instantly turned into a tan robe, with the cloak tied behind him. He asked, "When did he tell you about this?"

"Fifteen minutes ago."

Strange narrowed his eyes.

"That means it's really urgent - but his attitude still bothers me, hell."

Strange cursed angrily, turned his hand to open a portal to South America, and disappeared into the Sanctuary.