Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Strange was angry.

This formerly genius surgeon had arrogant things in his past life, and had an unbearable stinky temper, but after becoming a caster, he realized that a bad heart would seriously hinder magic practice.

Therefore, under Xuan Lan's suggestion, Strange initially fought against his bad temper for some time.

He now has a much better temper. After witnessing the world under the mysterious veil, Strange became humble and steady, able to clearly recognize the power he possessed, and use his mind to manipulate out of control emotions.

This change surprised Dr. Palmer Christine.

In their leisure time, the two get along and their private lives have become quite emotional.

But this does not mean that Strange completely gave up his inner attachment and pride.

He just hid it.

And now, in this battle for supremacy, the behavior of Master Modu makes Strange's heart anger infrequently.

Based on strength considerations, Strange has basically given up on the fight for victory. He wants to bring a ray of light to this desperate world before quitting.

Sha Zan's righteous act, Zhu Yu, is in front of him. As another disciple of Lord Raven, the deeply inspired Strange also hopes to walk with the hero.

He was not angry about the sneak attack just now.

Before entering the battle, he was already mentally prepared for fraud, alliance and betrayal.

What really made him unacceptable was that, when everyone else was fighting to save the world, Mo Du, a guy with big eyebrows and big eyes, actually tried to use it for private use.

"This lens was born to fight against evil spirits, it is not a tool used for private desires, let alone..."

Strange stubbornly stood in front of the sun lens exuding high temperature. He was holding a battle axe, carrying a war spear, and a crystal wand in his waist.

His left hand squeezed a rather strange magic seal, and between the magical tremors on the edge of his body, he said to Modu in front of him:

"I have an agreement with this world!"

"I made a promise!"

"I, a weak man, already have a reason to fight! Retreat! Last warning!"

The hot and increasingly high-temperature light converges into a beating light behind the wild mage. The lowermost lens is lit by the high-intensity heat beam gathered from below. With only one button, the entire lens system will be activated.

But under such a huge amount of heat, the time for this extremely destructive lens system to fully operate must be very short.

Just as Dormam told Modo.

This thing is a one-off, and if you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult for Modu to remake the powerful Dum.

Modu, who is carrying a heavy expectation of progress, also has reasons for fighting.

He held ten fingers on the hilt of the two invisible blades and moved. He did not give any answer. In the pure black eyes, there was a light that could not be wiped away.

"Om"

The stone at Modu's feet cracked, and with the encouragement of his will, the battle mage rushed towards Strange who was blocking the road like a hawk hawk.

"bring it on!"

Wild Master felt the inner throbbing.

This was the first time in his career as a caster that he took the initiative to challenge people far stronger than himself.

He started the battle with a roar. The black sharp axe in his hand waved to the battle mage in front of him. The black gloss axe was blocked by the blade of Modu.

Seeing that at the moment of the battle, another sword of the battle mage would pierce Strange's body, and it seemed that the victory was divided.

"Om"

The magic seal of Strange's left hand twisted, and the magic gathered outside him shuddered, and another pair of arms that seemed to be phantom threw out behind the wild master, holding a heavy fist, hitting Master Modu's shoulders from left to right.

The unprepared combat mage was repelled.

In front of him, Strange's arms waved, and three identical human figures rushed out of his body from left to right.

The three Stranges held a battle axe, a war spear and a wand, and launched a counterattack toward Mordu. The remaining one constantly took out enough technological explosives from the magic pocket as support.

The four figures are indistinguishable, and there is no difference under the gaze of magic eyes.

Supreme Illusion-The Shape of Ikern...

On the battlefield filled by the halo of the sun lens, Strache with an axe caught Modu, and he with a spear attacked from behind, while Strange with a magic wand flew in the air, constantly controlling himself Magic thrown to the ground.

He used a triangular combat system to force Modu, who is stronger than him, to be quite embarrassed. Judging from the proficiency of coordination, this is certainly not a temporary intention by Strange.

This magic should be the hole card he prepared for himself.

Master Modu, who was struck back several steps by Strange, raised his head and saw behind the axe holding Strange, the supporting phantom took a heavy rocket reflector from his magic pocket and carried it on his shoulder on.

"boom"

The terrible explosion lights up in the dark, and supporter Strange throws away his rocket launcher and grabs two modified assault rifles from the ground.

In the thunderous thunder, the whip with a tracer swept wildly towards Modu, who kept dodge.

The attack of high-frequency holy silver bullets made Modu unable to maintain the supporting shield at all.

The black battle axe roared on the gray-faced Modu staggered blades, and the wild mage with the spear rushed out of the darkness. Under the blessing of magic, he was extremely fast, like a deadly assassin.

The alien trident from Proxima Star was opened at the front, and the three separate blades shone with black gloss.

The divine power of death touches death.

"boom"

Mordo lost his left hand weapon, his arms waved backwards, and a disc-like light wheel flashed in the palm of his hand, blocking the trident behind him like a shield.

This action made him defensively unbalanced, and the heart-throwing spell thrown by the caster Strange in the sky, the spell on the body strengthened quickly, and a violent pain erupted from his body.

The sharp blade that he held in one hand could not stop Strange's heavy axe from cutting, he could only keep going back.

The golden magic ring shining in both hands is like a shield, and the continuous collision with the weapon makes the golden light jump endlessly in the air.

With one-on-four, Mo Du seemed to be in a hurry when his strength was not completely crushed.

But it was chaotic and orderly. As Karma Taj's best combat mage, he experienced more dangerous scenes.

While avoiding the heavy axe slashing sideways, Modu swayed with the left hand of the dangling ring, and dropped a circular portal at the foot of the field mage with a spear, and closed it again in the next second.

The torn space in the ring portal cut off Strange who had fallen to the ground.

Kill one!

Another portal also appeared at his feet. He fell into the portal under his feet like a parachute jumper.

The heavy axe cut by Strange can tear his skin apart with only a trace, but in the leaping of light, Mordo dangerously avoided the blow.

"Om"

His figure reappeared a few meters away, together with several grenades thrown out by the supporters. The close-up explosion made Modu face a fire attack and blocked his sight.

He jumped from the ground, avoiding the tomahawk that whistled, and a red aura appeared in the air, like a suspended stone, allowing Modu to jump on the aura with the aura.

He wanted to stretch the distance and use magic to solve the remaining three Strange.

But in the last jump, the wild mage who constantly throwing magic in the air finally seized the opportunity.

The crystal wand waved, and a binding curse smashed on the beating Modu. The black magic chain jumped out of the air, and he wrapped around Modu's legs, letting him crash into the ground in embarrassment.

The next second, another missile mixed with sound came over and slammed into Modu's abdomen. The violent explosion shattered the ground around Modu.

"you lose!"

Amidst the pungent smoke, the wild mage holding the axe dashed forward, watching the battle mage with the abdomen injured stand up, and the battle axe held in his hands fell sharply.

There is also a red light spot that falls on his forehead. At a further distance, the supporter Strange kneels on the ground with standard tactical moves, holding a black hand in his hand, transformed by the mechanical **** Used anti-material sniper rifle.

In the sky, caster Strange's crystal wand swallowed a green halo.

The Life Mantra is ready to go.

Triple desperation, Wild Master Strange's card turned over at the last moment, successfully reversed the situation, and sent Modu, who was completely inadequately prepared for battle, into the dead of defeat.

But who can think of this, the weakest person who has been neglected and has the lowest sense of existence, also has such sharp fangs?

Modu's black eyes saw the black battle axe that had been split off.

He was expressionless.

Strange, the nearest mad warrior, can see that a black quirky mark is taking shape on Mage's forehead.

An extremely dangerous feeling broke out in his heart.

But he gritted his teeth and continued to chop off the battle axe. Behind him, the high-speed rotating pointed bullet bullet also roared, and the life-spelling curse in the sky came down like the trial version.

"boom"

Black light rises in this land shining with heat.

Like a burning flame, but extremely cold flames, a dark energy burst in Modu's body, just like a beast released from the darkness, under the persecution of Strange, the battle mage also opened Got his hole cards.

What a pity, this is not for the wild mage in front of me.

"boom"

Berserker Strange was the first to be engulfed by black light.

The next second, the whole body was covered with blood. As if bitten by a horrible beast, he was thrown out fiercely, and hit the hot ground in front of the sun lens like a stone.

Modu who stood up looked extremely horrible. The black energy was constantly vomiting on his body, making Modu look like he was wearing a black coat. His eyes were shiny black. People feel extremely uncomfortable.

He spread his fingers, and the silver pointed bullet melted in his hands.

This demonwalker-like guy raised his head, completely ignoring the several missiles exploded by the supporter Strange, and let the explosives explode on his body.

Flames, explosions and impacts can't hurt him.

He tilted his head and watched the caster Strange, who threw a life-spelling spell again in the sky, accompanied by a low ringing finger, the dark power erupting in the shadow was like the mouth of a beast, tearing the caster away. Into it.

The crystal wand fell from the sky and the treasure hit the ground.

The supporter Strange was still roaring and pouring fire towards the demon Mordu. The bullets mixed with Holy Silver blasted on Mordu's body, splashing a little starlight.

"boom"

The molten bullet in Modu's hand was thrown out by him. The twisted silver liquid formed a spike in the air, easily penetrated the magic shield of supporter Strange, and penetrated his forehead.

In the blood splattering, this last phantom was also dissipated.

Modu's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared again, he came to the mad warrior Strange. The body of Strange who was covered in blood wanted to stand up, but Modu kicked it.

"Nice magic."

He stepped on Strange's chest, his black eyes predominantly looked at the wild mage. He said in a weird double accent:

"But my hole cards are more powerful, don't let yourself be tortured again, and leave!"

The blood-stained wild mage gritted his teeth and grasped Modu's feet with both hands. He just looked at this guy who had drawn strength from the darkness. He said:

"Winning is not you! Winning is the demon."

"You lost, Mordo, you lost even yourself... Now you really let those who look forward to you feel disappointed..."

"I do not have!"

Modu's eyes flashed fiercely, and he stepped on Strange's chest more and more violently. In the overwhelming moan of the wild mage, he roared like crazy:

"It's all for victory! For the glory of the Supreme! You... your wild mage, you don't understand the weight at all!"

"cough"

Stranger, who was stepping on his chest, blew out a blood, which made him look more embarrassed, but he still did not want to succumb to it. The pride in his bones made him look up and continue to shout at Modu, who was enchanted:

"I don't understand!"

"Our wild mage does not have so much pride and glory, but I know at least! Modu, I know! Even the weak like me are still fighting for the right things."

"But you, you succumbed first!"

"Think about what you have done! You have shamed your heritage of guarding, sober up!"

Of course Modu would not be sober.

Due to the special nature of this world, the dark lord Dormam cannot put more power into Modu's body, nor can he completely control the mind of this talented mage.

But in a situation where Modu needed its power to win, it was difficult for Modu to wake up.

"Since you don't want to be decent, then I will help you decent!"

Mo Du sneered, he raised his feet, like a high-end battle axe, will slam on the next moment.

but...

"boom"

A loud sound resembling a heavy firearm sounded outside the darkness, and behind Modu, a black, **** wave appeared.

Modu and Strange looked back at the same time.

In the night light illuminated by the dim light, a strange corps did not know when it had rushed into this area.

And the one headed, it was the rickety waist, the stranger on his shoulders, the old bartender with muddy eyes, his face was covered with black horny, but he was put on a clean, blue Military uniform.

There are many shiny medals on the chest, which seems to represent that he was also a big man.

"boom"

The heavy firearm held by the old man's hands sounded again, screaming like a grenade, slamming Modu back in the detonation.

The old man skillfully withdrew the shell and directed the alienated monsters behind him roaring into the battlefield like a beast. In the mountains and forests further back, there was a roaring advance of the world's armed vehicles.

This is an army.

Probably the last operational legion in this world.

The old man tried to straighten his waist bar. He stood on a stone and shouted to Strange who had climbed from the ground:

"Heroes never walk alone, friend."

"It took some time to persuade the "old friends" to accompany me to die, but I kept my promise. You are helping us, so... we are here to help you too!"

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