Shadow of the Beautiful World

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The shape of Aiken.

This is a super-magic and one of the means of the Raven Lord pressing the bottom of the box.

Outside of the battlefield, Merlin's eyes narrowed suddenly when he saw his disciples using this magic scene.

This is not what he taught.

Strange can't fully master the super illusion in terms of magic power or endurance.

His state at this time is more a simulation of the form of Ikern in principle, rather than really releasing this magic.

This can only be seen by dividing three illusions.

Strange has the ability to read the essay, perhaps, it was learned in essays that no one can understand except him and Gu Yi.

"Stephen, you really gave me a big surprise."

Raven said softly, and then focused his attention on the real-time projection.

There, there have been new changes in the battle situation.

In this battlefield around the sun lens, Modu, who is enchanted, is easily slaughtering those monsters that have been alienated by chaos in various ways.

They are numerous in number, but individual strength is too weak.

And after completely alienating into flesh and blood monsters, these guys can no longer use weapons to increase their destructive power.

They can only fight like beasts.

They are weak, and their threat to Modu is infinitely zero.

But the real trouble was the semi-alienated soldiers like the old man.

There are not many of them, and there are only a few hundred people, but because this world has been fighting against forces like chaos for the past ten years or so, the civilization of this world has a set of corresponding chaos before it collapses. Combat system.

The sun lens is just one of these weird weapons.

The natives of this world can fight against chaos, which means that they have weapons in their hands to control dark energy.

Despite the collapse of civilization, the remaining soldiers still have trouble holding their weapons in their hands.

After all, as the dark monarch, Dormam's power seems to be biased toward the dark chaotic side.

"Swoosh"

A weird-looking black missile shouted at Mordu. The latter waved his fist, and a black energy claw grabbed the sky, blasting the missile into the sky, but the explosion of the missile seemed to be full of other strange things. .

The silver debris fell into the battlefield like an ash storm. The land covered by the debris, Modu seemed to be walking in the hot magma, making him very, very uncomfortable.

"Go to the lens!"

The old man with the heavy firearm raised his thin fingers and gestured behind him.

The intensity of the metal storm shot from the rear increased again. The horrific bullet storm hit Mordu's body. More missiles fell from the sky, and the explosions that were set off constantly hurt the enchanted monster.

In the rain of bullets, the alienated old man shouted to Strange while aiming at the demonic Modu with his gun:

"We are not opponents of this monster, but before we die, friends... we will not let him disturb you!"

Pulling the trigger, he fired a special bullet with blue light, and he stepped back to Mordo, who stepped towards Strange. He watched Mordo rush towards him, the old man shouted in a tone of tone :

"Go, save this world! Please..."

The mage covered his heart wound, and he staggered toward the sun lens running behind him.

He could hear the roar of soldiers who were alienated but still fighting for this world when Murdox killed him. He could perceive the soldiers’ sounds from the explosions that rang from behind without turning back Determined.

They are no longer pure lives. They are lured into the abyss by the forces of evil. They also hope to make a final dedication to their world before they completely lose their minds.

Carry out the last battle with a life that is no longer cherished.

Faced with the last bullet fired by a strong enemy, the grenade held in his hand died with the enemy, laughing with contempt for death, and fighting for the hope that may not exist.

They knew they could not win.

But they still came.

Just for a vague promise, just to see a lingering light in the darkness.

They don't want much.

Not really.

"what!"

Strange could feel that every move made blood spew out of the wound.

It was very painful, extremely painful.

But behind him, the soldiers are using their lives to block Modu. They are just a group of ordinary people. The curse does not make them stronger. It is likely to pay the price of total destruction, but it can only weakly hinder Modu’s footsteps. .

They can win for Strange in just ten seconds.

How could the wild mage waste these short time spent in annihilation with blood and noble soul.

"what!"

He roared, using his will to suppress the pain that erupted in his body. With a staggering but crazy gesture, he threw himself at the hot sun lens that had been burned by heat in front of him.

Blood dripped from the wound.

Every drop of blood falling on the ground will be burned away in an instant, and behind Strange is a ray of white smoke.

That's the gesture of life being burned.

"boom"

Strange pounced on the console of Sun Lens.

Modu's previous attack destroyed the joystick, preventing Strange from locking the target in the usual way. He could not stay away from the machine when the sun lens was activated, and could only fine-tune the position manually.

This means that he must also withstand the attack of that horrible heat.

"you will die!"

Behind Strange, the enchanted Modu dropped the old man with his arm torn off. He roared and rushed towards Strange, he shouted:

"You can't resist that heat! You will die! Stupid! Don't do stupid things!"

"Don't you know yet? Our wild masters are a group of lunatics..."

At the moment when the solar lens is activated, in the beam that is jetted like a strong sun at noon.

Strange raised his head proudly, and his **** face and bright eyes were full of crazy excitement.

"What we lunatics will do, noble inheritors like you...you won't understand!"

"Modu, Fake Squid!"

This is Strange's final response to Modu.

He tilted his head and stood on the brighter console. His left hand pierced into the broken joystick, his right hand lifted, and his **** hand raised his middle finger, like a final mockery.

"boom"

The heat drawn from the ground is like a shining dragon. At the moment when Strange pulls the joystick, it is like a jumping arc, jumping fast on the complicated and cumbersome lens system.

Thousands of concave and convex mirrors are specially set up so that the energy of those beams is more concentrated each time they are emitted, and until the highest point is reached, the beam has been concentrated into substantial energy.

That's the sun's rays.

Just as hot as the corona, no, even hotter than the sun.

After all, it was ignited by the blood of the warriors, destined to bring the last ray of light to this dark enveloped world.

Named hope.

"Swoosh"

That beam of light was lased in the weak adjustment of the top concave-convex mirror.

In the agony of burning flames, Strange used the last ray of will in the general direction to lock the cursed flesh fluttering in the sky of the Eastern Continent.

In fact, the flesh floating on the sky like a huge island is a very obvious target, and Strange doesn't even need to manipulate it carefully.

It's like a target.

"boom"

The whole world is illuminated.

Under the crimson starlight, that golden beam of light was emitted from the center of the western continent, like a **** who pulled the war bow and shot a killing arrow.

It crossed the dark land.

Across the muddy sea.

Across the dead night sky.

In Durm's gaze, in Strange's roar, in the fear of the great evil spirits trembling and trying to turn around to escape, the golden arc screamed and hit its body.

At the moment of contact, the cursed flesh was ignited.

This scorching scorching sun, its concentrated destructive power, is even more powerful than the magic cube thrown by Dum when it exploded.

The fire is raging, the fire is glaring

In less than a second, the beam of the sun lens penetrated the cursed body, like a golden sword, penetrating from front to back.

The golden flame triggered by the extremely high temperature ignited from the center of the flesh and blood of the evil spirit. Between the burning, the night of the whole world was illuminated.

It's like golden sunlight.

"boom"

Under the high temperature, the solar lens system was burned 5 seconds after it was turned on, and the energy device buried underground was shut down due to overload, and the dazzling light quickly converged.

The residual temperature quickly returned to normal.

Under the deformed tower, in a burst of debris, Stephen Strange, who was severely burned, had only one last breath.

He was highly burned all over his body, like a burnt, dry black skeleton, but the power of magic still protected him, at least in his final thinking.

He saw the golden light, the light erupting in the sky.

Unconscious, he wanted to raise his hand and touch the light in front of him, but he couldn't.

He could only look at the golden arc of light shining in front of him with a gratifying gaze.

He also seemed to turn into light, illuminating this dark world.

In front of Strange, the burned and cracked ground, at the last moment, Modu, who was thrown into the flame at the last moment, was like a seriously injured person, so he lay so weakly not far from the wild mage.

There is power from Dorma in his body. In the roast of positive energy, it made Modu suffer more and more pain.

But the blaze of the scorching sun also drove Domam's consciousness to dissipate from Modu's body, allowing him to recover his mind.

He looked at the dying Strange with a shameful look.

He said in a difficult tone:

"Wild Master, you won..."

Strange was unable to answer.

His consciousness entered into the flashback blur. At the moment when he was about to leave the battlefield, he turned his head hard and looked at the old man lying on the stone covered with corpses.

The latter is looking at the golden flame burning in the sky with a dazed expression.

The light shone in the forest, on the ugly face of the old man covered with black horns, on his military uniform infested by the stench of blood, on the clean badges that had been wiped.

How long has he, and this world, not seen such a light?

too long.

It's been too long, so long that they have forgotten the feeling of being illuminated by light.

Is this feeling warm?

The old man shone by the faint light turned back if he saw, and he saw Strange wrapped in white light, and also saw the latter's severely burned, uglier and more hideous face than him , That last smile.

He did it.

The foreigner has fulfilled his promise, he helped the world...

"what!"

The old man sent Strange to disappear in the white light. When he lost his left arm, he felt a kind of anger burning his mind. He climbed up hard, grabbed a black pistol from the ground with one hand, and staggered towards Mordo. Coming.

He pointed the pistol at Mordu and pulled the trigger.

But at the next moment, Modu stood up.

The battle mage ignored the muzzle against his forehead. He looked to the sky in the east, where the burning light was rushing toward the west.

It's like a falling sun.

That evil spirit...

It must manipulate the body that is about to be burned and die with this continent.

"give me a hand."

Modu shook his finger, opened a golden portal by the side, and said to the old man with a gun:

"Go to your shelter and tell the spirits who protect the shelter..."

"The breakdown of flesh and blood is not the end for evil spirits. If you want to completely kill the crazy evil spirits and truly save the world, you have to annihilate its spirits again."

Talking, Modu adjusted his scorched robe. He took a deep breath and began to swell the dark magic that belonged to Dormam.

It was like a pair of black wings spreading behind his back.

He looked back at the old man at last, he said:

"give me a chance..."

"Let me...atonement!"

After talking, he darted into the sky like a black sword.

Modu squeezed the inner mind and gathered the magic in the body in a collapsed way. The magic belongs to him. The magic left by Dormam in his body, all the forces that can be mobilized, are not Gather together mercilessly.

Modu's eyes became dark black again.

But this time, the light in his eyes no longer hesitated.

He greeted the falling, burning flesh and blood, and in the high sky, the black energy pulled a straight line, and the flesh and blood collapsed due to the out-of-control magic power, and the terrible pain washed Mo Mo's heart.

He looked at the gruesome burning flesh and blood, and he greeted him in a suicide manner.

He did not choose to quit.

He didn't even think about leaving the battlefield alive.

"Sorry, I let you down, brothers, mentor..."

"I'm here to atone..."

He closed his eyes and said something softly.

At the next moment, the black light collided with the golden burning flesh, just like a nuclear bomb detonated in the sky.

The evil spirit drove the flesh and blood to try to hit the western continent, and the maliciousness that destroyed the mainland was completely smashed in the explosion.

In this last heavy blow, its body completely collapsed, and the golden firelight hit the muddy sea below like a rain of light.

On top of the mountain, in the silent gaze of the old man with one arm, this scene...

It is like the myth of rebuilding the era.

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