Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

After dealing with this damn book, Strange can finally concentrate on the ritual - it is not the first time he has dealt with the book of the dark gods, but every time he is disgusted by this book. If you insist, it's like a mosquito that can't be killed no matter how you fight it, buzzing in your ear when you're about to fall asleep.

It is relatively troublesome to communicate with Sithone, and a lot of people can be stuck just by dealing with the Dark Book. Therefore, those mages who thought they were favored by Sithorn were actually just puppets controlled by the Dark Book, and their complacency was useless.

Strange sat down solemnly cross-legged, and the circle under his feet began to flash, accompanied by a golden light. The Holy of Holies is supplying magic power, and to communicate with Sishorn, the magic of this attribute is obviously not good. Strange closed his eyes, tried his best to find those dark corners in his memory, and then completely released his negative emotions.

Darkness emerged from around him, consuming the brilliance little by little. Then, a crack suddenly appeared in front of Strange, and Sishorn looked at him inside, yawning boredly.

"What's the matter, Strange?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "You don't look like the kind of person who would take the initiative to come to me and chat with me."

Do you think I'd love to chat with you?

Strange was about to write this sentence on his face, but he was still quite polite: "Why let me come to you."

"Find me?"

"Yes."

Strange recounted what happened on the long beach of the sacrifice, and Sithone nodded as he spoke. By the time he had finished talking about the matter, Sishorn had an unstoppable smile on his face.

"That's more than I expected," he murmured, glancing at Strange through the crack.

For some reason, the sight made him chill.

"So, what's going on?" Strange asked.

Seathorn is a fun guy, but not a riddle guy. He is always ready to answer the questions of others. The underworld god threw a shocking fact on Strange's face quite gently and politely.

"That's it." He said with a smile. "A me from an alternate universe and the Wanda you know are somehow united, and now they feel that all living people are actually manipulated puppets, intending to kill everyone to get their real calm."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm joking with you, dear Strange?"

Sishorn gave him a comical wink: "You don't have much to do with me, but please remember one thing, Strange. Old Sishorn, though fond of jokes, would never do anything like this. Just kidding with you. It's like a talk show actor who is flying a plane joke on 9/11, and that kind of joke is out of place."

The more sworn he acted, the colder Strange became—not to mention Wanda, the fact that Sithone from another world was going to destroy the world was enough to give him a headache.

Strange wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "How did you know so much in such a short period of time?"

"I am in another world, isn't it me?"

Sishorn asked a philosophical question. He sighed a little and said: "Although his ideas seem a little extreme to me, his power is basically the same as mine, Strange - I saw it in another book of the dark gods. Everything, and the book of the dark gods is beside your brother."

He asked with a little deep meaning: "--do you think there will be another Sithawn watching him behind that book?"

Strange's back was soaked in cold sweat for a moment,

He stood up abruptly, but Sithone's laughter could be heard in his ears. He didn't have time to manage the joy of this man, so he hurriedly opened the portal and rushed to Sacrificial Long Beach. However, the Sacrificial Long Beach that appeared in front of him was empty.

"Damn," Strange cursed with an ugly expression.

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He Shenyan feels very strange now - on the one hand, he knows that he is talking to another Sishorn, but he still inevitably brings the image of the happy man into it, but this Sisuan who is talking to him happens to be. Thorne is a woman.

In good shape.

The mage looked at her strangely, especially the black silk on her leg for a while. And the other party is obviously not ignorant, she changed the posture of sitting on the throne, and made herself sit more 'safer' without a trace.

"As the supreme mage of this world, your character is really bold." She said coldly.

He Shenyan recorded this sentence silently, intending to listen to Strange when he went back, urging him to hurry up to practice, meditate, and not to watch those vulgar TV shows all day long.

"I am not the Supreme Mage."

"Are you joking with me? This joke is not funny, and you are dying. Could it be that you want only one joke in your last words?"

With a sullen look, the female version of Sithhorn said. He Shenyan laughed for no reason, and laughed very arrogantly. He really couldn't bear this sense of sight, and now he really wanted to know what Sithone, who he knew, would think when he saw the woman in front of him.

Simply.

While laughing, he said, "I don't think I'm going to die, Your Honor."

"Blind confidence."

Sishorn waved his hand, ripples suddenly appeared in the dark space, and countless huge black tentacles rushed towards him. Not only are they powerful, they have the power to change the human mind. But He Shenyan stood there, not moving at all.

He just smiled and opened his 'mouth'.

Invisible psychic tentacles hold those tentacles firmly in place, and they are rapidly being devoured by energy in essence. The cold talk on Sishorn's face was quickly replaced by shock, and she found in disbelief that this man was actually devouring her power.

"what?!"

"Don't be surprised, ma'am."

He Shenyan hiccupped, and the sound of chewing came from under his feet. There was a pool of dark shadows gathered there, even a little darker than Sithone's dark dimension. At the same time, red light flashed in his eyes.

The mage said softly: "The Sithone I know is a fun guy, and he doesn't resist me very much, but do you want to guess, how did he become like this?"

The chewing sound grew a little louder.

"You're a goat, ma'am. I'm worried that I can't find anything good to eat lately."