When Pierce was the only one left in the huge office, his long-pent-up anger finally couldn't be controlled anymore, he frowned, shook his fist fiercely, and finally broke out and cursed.

"Howist, this idiot, has lived for so long and has not given him a long memory, and he dares to attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. at this juncture, I think he has lived like a dog for so many years."

"Fack, just leave it alone when you're done, and I'll have to wipe his ass in the end." Pierce's voice grew quieter and quieter, gradually turning into a low murmur.

"It's been a lot of trouble lately......"

Muttering quietly, Pierce's eyes were cold, although Howist's involvement in this incident had caused a very bad impact, but he still had to take care of it, moving his pace, Pierce slowly walked towards the door of the office, for the sake of the great cause of Hydra, he now had to meet someone, and do something crucial.

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S.H.I.E.L.D. Patch didn't know, and didn't want to know, Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. had been in a state of tearing since World War II, and it was likely to remain in this state for a long time, and Patch had no intention of intervening in it to upset the balance between their antagonisms.

After getting the obelisk, his goal had been achieved, and Bach's party had been sent to hell by Patch with that operation, completely disappeared from this world, and he didn't need to be afraid of anything else.

And now he doesn't have to be afraid of anything, whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, or something else, it is impossible for Patch to pose any threat to him at this time.

In the library on the top floor of the New York Temple, the vast, ancient star aura spread out from Patchy's body, and the endless natural magic surged madly towards Patch, feeling the huge natural energy that seemed to be flowing in his body, Patch felt as if he had reached an unprecedented wonderful realm.

The natural magic gathered by the magic nodes of the New York Temple surged towards Patch, and all the mages in the temple seemed to feel the horror and power of the energy contained in Patch's body, and time seemed to stand still, and all people could not draw a little bit of natural magic from the outside world at this time, it seemed to ......

It seems that all the natural magic of this magic node has been absorbed by Patch!

All the mages' faces couldn't help but be slightly moved, and they all raised their heads and looked upward, as if they had seen through layers of barriers and saw Pache in the middle of a storm of natural magic.

Master Atley, who looked like an old butler, hung quietly in front of him with a cup of coffee, looked upstairs, and half-opened his mouth for a long time, and then sighed faintly: "Has this Lord Myvis reached such a level?" ”

Patch, who had abandoned all the sounds of the outside world, naturally couldn't hear the slight whispers of old Arlet, and now all his mind had been completely invested in the bright galaxy created in his spiritual sea.

There was a gray-black mist constantly coming out of his body, these mist were all hidden dangers caused by Patch's previous cultivation of the "Wizard True Solution", all he had to do now was to completely eliminate these hidden dangers in his body, and lay a good foundation for the future path.

The sun and the moon passed, and before you knew it, a few days passed quietly......

Patch was still sitting on the chair in the library, but his hands were inexplicably forming a strange handprint, ten fingers unnaturally curled together, and from time to time a few scattered gray-black mist would emerge from his body, and when they encountered the air, they turned into countless black particles as fine as dust and landed on the woolen carpet beside him.

But not long after the last wisps of black mist emerged, Patch's eyebrows suddenly froze, and his hands formed into mudras opened violently, and at the same time, a surging air jet suddenly erupted from his body, spreading up and down in all directions......

The turbulent air currents spread out from Patch's body, gradually spreading throughout the library, and then, completely sweeping every corner of the New York Temple.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on......"

The mages who were busy with their own affairs in the temple were almost unable to stand up by the impact of a turbulent air current, and they all cried out in surprise.

After they stabilized their figures, they couldn't help but quickly release their spiritual power to probe towards the source of the air impact, and when they saw the Patch spewing out a billowing air current, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

But an old white man in the group of mages was stunned for a moment, and then quickly woke up.

The white old man Atley's stiff expression instantly drooped, and he exclaimed, "Not good." He quickly put down the coffee cup in his hand and hurriedly ran upstairs to the library where Patch was alone.

Upstairs, old Atley quickly pushed open the door to the library and looked in the direction where Patch was.

"Lord Mevis, you ......"

Atley wanted to wake Patch out of his meditative state, but after seeing what happened next, he swallowed back the second half of his sentence.

I saw that Patch, who was sitting in the chair, suddenly straightened up, opened his lips slightly, his chest rose and fell, and he opened his mouth to spit out a thick black breath.

And this jet-black aura was exhaled by Pache less than a few dozen centimeters, and when he encountered the air, it seemed to suddenly freeze, turning into black particles the size of mung beans and falling on the desk and cashmere carpet in front of him.

The black particles shone brightly in Atley's eyes like small gems.

But that's not the most surprising thing for Atley......

After exhaling this dark turbidity, the Patch in the chair seemed to hear the old mage Atley's cry, opened his eyes suddenly, met his gaze, and responded with a faint voice.

Staring at the white old man who looked extremely surprised, Patch let out a puzzled voice and said slowly, "Atley, do you have something?" ”

"Uh......"

However, Atley apparently didn't hear Patch clearly, for he was now so engrossed by something else.

The moment Patty opened his eyes, Atley's gaze involuntarily turned to his, and Atley, who looked at Patty's eyes, couldn't help but be dizzy for a moment.

Patty's eyes were filled with endless stars, and Atley felt as if he was in a starry sky.

It wasn't until he felt a tap on his shoulder that Atley suddenly woke up and turned his head to look at Patch, who had been patting him awakely.

However, at this time, Patchy still gave Atley the same feeling as before, in his eyes, Patchy's body seemed to be surrounded by endless stars, like a child of the stars, and the sparkling starlight made it difficult for Atley to take his eyes off.

"Atley, what's wrong with you?"