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The sky is clear, which is a rare good weather. As far as the eye can see, there is a beautiful blue.

The corresponding ground looked a bit mottled: blood, bones, flames... all kinds of colors intertwined together, like a futuristic horror painting.

"Tick tock...tick tock..."

Manhattan, Times Square.

On the top of a commercial building, Proxima Centauri stood with one foot on the edge of the rooftop in the dark night, looking into the distance.

Her condition was very abnormal. She couldn't help but clasp her nails with both hands. The thumb, index finger, and middle finger of her right hand were forcibly pulled off by her nails. The lavender blood dripped down and spread over dozens of meters.

distance, fell on the road.

There are light spots the size of sesame seeds floating in the air, flying from all corners of the city.

Behind Proxima Centauri in the dark night is a cylindrical device that is half a man tall. It vibrates slightly and flashes red light regularly. Just above the device, the Mind Stone floats quietly. It is like a deep sea vortex, and all the light

Once a point enters the "absorption" range of a gem, it will be instantly pulled into the gem.

A point of light represents all of a person's desires.

As the number of desires absorbed by the soul gem increases, it begins to emit light, which is strong but not dazzling. Just looking at it makes people feel warm and peaceful. They just want to invest in this light and maintain this tranquility forever.

mentality...

Click!

The nail on the ring finger was torn off, making Proxima Centauri tremble slightly.

In the past, she could ignore this kind of pain, and even closed the wound under strong muscle control without wasting a drop of blood. But in order to complete the task entrusted by Thanos, she dissolved her powerful body and forcibly restored her mobility.

The price is that she becomes an ordinary person.

Whenever this happens, she envies the super star race. Even if there is only one head left, as long as it has a suitable body, it can maintain its fighting power. At most, Proxima Centauri can only use one person's hand and half a leg, like this

There is no way to replace the trauma of half a body with someone else's body.

She also considered whether to continue contact with Hydra.

As a local organization on Earth, they must have hidden energy sources that are not noticed by the Avengers, but Proxima Centauri cannot trust them, especially after losing their combat effectiveness.

On this planet, the only person she can trust is herself.

Using the Mind Stone as an energy source to drive the Space Stone into action was Proxima Centauri's last resort.

Sadly, she has no psychic abilities. Even if she is the implementer of the plan, she still has to bear the influence of the Mind Stone, and because she needs to use the power of the Mind Stone, she must stand at the core.

Proxima Centauri's desire was the first to be deprived of, and the most serious.

Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!

This thought almost overflowed her brain, forcing her to step on the edge of the rooftop with her right foot.

However, the obsession to complete Thanos' mission was like a nail that penetrated her brain, penetrated deeply into her left foot, and was nailed to the ground.

Click!

The nail of the little finger was torn off. This is the last one.

Under the severe pain, she regained some consciousness again.

The nails on both hands have been torn off. Let's break off the fingers next. The pain will be stronger and we can last longer. But in order not to affect the movement, we have to start with the little thumb...

Dark Night Proxima Centauri was calculating, pinched the little finger of his left hand, and was about to break it with force, when suddenly a blue light appeared behind him.

The desire to absorb is enough, and the space gem is activated.

Click!

She still broke off her little finger.

Now is the most critical time. Proxima Centauri needs to be 100% awake.

She walked over and pressed a button on the cylindrical device. The device heated up abnormally. This device was used to break down fine gold into molecular levels. It kept spreading fine gold dust to New York.

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Now that the charging of the space gem has been completed, the equipment and adamantine dust are useless. Proxima Centauri chose to overload and increase the power, dispersing all the remaining dust in one breath.

The equipment begins to heat up, accelerating the process of decomposing fine gold, and it will be launched in a few seconds.

Molecular dust will not be affected by air resistance. It is first coated with the power of the Mind Stone, and then under the influence of the equipment, it flies in all directions at a speed of two hundred kilometers per hour. Until it reaches the established location, as

The air falls slowly and is inhaled into the lungs.

Then, there is death.

Proxima Centauri retrieved the Mind Stone. Anyway, all the dust has the power of the stone attached to it. Even without the stone, they will continue to faithfully execute the final order.

She activated the Space Stone, and a huge space door appeared. On the other side of the door, there were Kirita soldiers standing half-kneeling on the ground, expressing their sincere admiration to the lady who retrieved the Space Stone alone.

She walked into the space gate and came to the cold Jotunheim from the earth. A Kirita soldier handed her a thick blanket.

Dark Night Proxima put on a blanket, and suddenly, she noticed a line of sight, hot and scorching, almost leaving a scar on her back.

In the dark night, Proxima Centauri turned its head and saw a flying figure at the end of the sky.

"Zhang Ming, you lose."

The space door closed suddenly.

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"Zhang Ming! The death toll suddenly increased!" Colson shouted in the communication channel.

"I know."

Zhang Ming was surrounded by a strong sense of meaninglessness. Fortunately, Rolex sensed that he was under spiritual attack and activated the boring effect on his own, saving his life.

In just a few seconds, the number of deaths in the mission interface soared from 12,000 to 20,000, and it is still increasing rapidly.

"Zhang Ming! I just discovered the energy response of the space gem!" Moira said.

"I know!"

Zhang Ming saw the dark night star Proxima Centauri entering the space door and disappearing.

Her last look was like two knives piercing his heart.

The communication channel exploded. Zhang Ming simply took off his earphones and drove the flying boots with all his strength.

"Small TV, how many consecutive cuts can I use at most?"

Zhang Ming can reverse six seconds of time in one edit, two consecutive times is twelve seconds, three times is eighteen seconds... Theoretically, he has twenty-four editing times, and he can reverse nearly two and a half minutes in one breath.

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But Zhang Ming's energy cannot support him to do this. The energy consumed in continuous editing is dozens of times that of ordinary editing.

"Based on the host's current physical condition, it is recommended that there be no more than three consecutive edits." The small TV floated out. It glanced at the dust transmitter in the distance and continued: "Host, at your current speed, it will take a minute to get there.

, which is equivalent to launching ten consecutive edits. If you plan to reverse time and change everything, you...may die."

"I know." Zhang Ming said this word for the third time.

"Then you still want to do this?" Little TV asked.

This time, Zhang Ming did not answer, and Little TV did not continue to ask questions.

Facing the current situation, the judgment made after careful consideration is a decision made from the bottom of one's heart.

This kind of decision does not need to be explained to anyone.

He flew to the top floor and stared at an open space, which was the space gate where Proxima Centauri disappeared in the dark night. By this time, the death toll had reached 90,000.

In just one minute, 70,000 people died!

Clip!

A ripple spread out with Zhang Ming as the center, and the world fell into gray.

The index finger of his right hand burned with a blue flame.

"Six seconds first."

It was very relaxing, time was reversed, and nothing happened around me.

"The next step is to go back to twelve seconds." Zhang Ming felt weak when his index finger broke through the critical value of the timeline.

"Go back to twenty-four seconds." There was still no change in the surroundings. Zhang Ming's eyes turned black and he could hardly see clearly.

"Thirty-six seconds ago." The index finger cracked and the flame on the fingertip was almost extinguished.

Thirty-six seconds was equivalent to Zhang Ming launching six consecutive cuts. He found the accumulated physical potion cards and chose to use them all regardless of the quantity. His stagnant heart began to beat again.

This is Zhang Ming's limit.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming felt a slight heat in his chest, which was the projection of the Eye of Agamotto given to him by Master Ancient One.

"No matter what you gave me the ancient one for, it has been kept here for so long, so just do some work for me!"

He tore off the Eye of Agamodo with force and held it tightly in his hand. The blue flames and the last bit of energy on his fingertips were sucked into it. Then, a green flame "flowed" out from it, covering the whole body.

Zhang Ming's entire right arm.

"Forty-eight seconds!"

Most of the green flame was extinguished.

"Fifty-six..." The other half was extinguished, leaving only the last trace of a small flame, still swaying gently.

In the gray editing world, Zhang Ming saw the dark night star Proxima Centauri, and she was looking into the distance.

"It's just that...it's just the last time, sixty..."

Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and tried to complete the tenth edit. Suddenly, he heard an abnormal clicking sound. He raised his head in the direction of the sound. There was a crack in the sky of the editing space!

The cracks gradually spread, and Zhang Ming had a feeling that when the cracks spread, he would be kicked back to reality.

He took the time.

Suddenly, a wisp of wind blew in through the gap.

Too bad!

The wind fell on the flames just right, and the green flames swayed for the last time and then went out.

The editing space is completely broken.

In the dark night, Proxima Centauri was still looking into the distance at the space gate, and Zhang Ming appeared in the sky about fifty meters away.

Under the influence of the last gust of wind, he failed to complete the tenth edit!

Dark Night Proxima turned her gaze, and she was a little surprised, because the information Hydra gave her showed that Zhang Ming's teleportation distance could not be that far, but...

I'm just a little surprised.

She and Zhang Ming looked at each other, hatred visible in each other's eyes.

Proxima Centauri raised his hand, with bloody fingers, pointing at the equipment that would complete the final decomposition work and was about to put gold dust in large quantities.

"It's going to be sending out the last of its dust right now," she said.

"Barrage!"

Thousands of barrages fell on the equipment, but it was useless. The technology of that thing had exceeded the understanding of the earth, and barrages with the power of rifles could not destroy it.

Only Zhang Ming summons the top-level great sword and uses the great sword technique to destroy it.

If Zhang Ming could use editing again, he could smash the dust projector, then activate the editing to rush into the space door and chop down Proxima Centauri.

But the nine consecutive edits just now have seriously exhausted his energy, and he is temporarily unable to reverse the flow of time.

He must make a choice.

Once the last dust spreads out, 70,000 lives will be lost.

Is it the lives of 70,000 people, or Proxima Centauri plus two Infinity Stones.

The answer is obvious.

"You!" Zhang Ming pointed at Proxima Centauri, his expression more ferocious than ever.

"Believe me, I will definitely catch you today, and then let you feel the most intense and profound despair in this world! You have to pay the price for everything you have done today! I swear!"

"Haha——" Dark Night Proxima turned her head and boarded the aircraft prepared for her by the Chiritans.