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"Click-click-"

There was a sound of glass shattering, and the corpse mound, the baby, the cave, and Captain America all disappeared, leaving only Ember standing in the mud, surrounded by a scarlet blood mist.

The scene is reproduced in the eyes of the artist:

Funerals, mourning, coffins, corpses, and young Steve who was reinvigorated after crying......

"Distorted memories restored to normal?"

The eyeballs revealed in the mask are still empty, and the "Drama Master" continues to follow the connection of fate to pursue the cause, and the scene in the pupils changes:

In the empty hall, Steve expressed his expectation of learning magic methods to the Supreme Mage with a serious face, and he understood that the criminals who showed up were getting stronger and stronger, and his level of improvement was no different from falling behind.

Not to mention that Dormammu has been spying on the earth, and it is difficult to determine the friend or foe of the otherworldly.

Captain America has never been a self-interested person who puts the crisis in the hands of others and then sits on the sidelines and watches the sacrifices and risks of others, he also wants to give more strength, and this requires him to improve his abilities as much as possible.

"You're not fit to study magic," the Supreme Mage shook his head in refusal, "you have your own way, there's no need to look for other paths. ”

"So what should I do?"

Confused, Steve asked again.

The mage looked at him and was silent for a while before he smiled and said, "Ask your heart!"

At the same time, Steve didn't notice it and Ember could see it, pale golden light flying out of the jewel she wore around her neck and merging into Steve's body, adding a layer of protection to his mind.

"Be prepared...... Or do you really see something with the help of the stone that contains the laws of time?"

The vision in the eyes of the ember vanished, and the sculptural body regained its vitality, and he frowned as he pondered the intentions of a bald mage, but he still couldn't tell.

"Ancient One ......"

The same name was repeated again, but Ember's tone had reverted to solemnity.

He really didn't expect that the ancient one would take the way of guidance to solve the situation, no, it was not guidance, it was more like a self-choice made by Steve in his heart.

Captain America, who reached the top, chose to forgive himself, but did not lift the burden from his shoulders.

The repertoire of the sage-like rebirth of Nirvana arranged by Ember came to a dismal end, and Steve did not sublimate it, but he clarified and reshaped his own consciousness.

It's no wonder he didn't think of this, because the "Drama Master" never forgives, neither to himself nor to others.

So he didn't stop Captain America from coming to his senses, nor did he try to get him to bear the backlash of the failure of the prayer ritual for himself.

The stage is where the performers are born and die, and with Steve in another ending, it's his turn to sublimate the perfect ending to a show that seems to have failed.

"The collision of ego and evil, the interweaving of madness and twisting!"

The blood mist gathered, and a ghostly mask with horns and snake teeth rose and fell in it, Ember reached out and took it in his hand, watched the scarlet blood mist disappear, and then slowly took off the white mask that was wearing on his face.

"If I hadn't gotten lost in the Demonic Whisper, I would have sent you a prayer post for your reference at the next performance!"

The head-on game with Gu Yifei provoked the artist's enthusiasm, and perhaps this result was more due to his contempt for Steve's mental strength and awareness, but it did not prevent him from valuing the "Supreme Mage" as an opponent who was qualified to participate in his art.

As he spoke, Ember crushed the white mask in his hand, and then put the scarlet ghost face he was holding in his other hand on his face.

"Boom-"

A surging blood mist emerged from nothingness, and the embers on the roof of the ruined mansion were completely enveloped in the blood tide.

The white mask has changed to a ghost face with horns and snake teeth, the light-colored trench coat has become a blood-red robe with dark blue decorations, the style of whispering has changed drastically, the body of the gun has changed from the norm to narrow and long, and countless characters with strange shapes that make people's minds dizzy at a glance are imprinted on it, making it look more like a strangely shaped cane than a firearm.

"Boom—"

A strange and ugly smile came out of Ember's mouth, and the red filled eyes looked at the location of Ivan in the distance, and the murderous intent that emerged seemed to condense into substance.

However, before he could take any radical action, the air around him stopped.

He was restrained in place like a worm wrapped in amber, trying to move but without success.

"It can't be—"

A flustered tone came from the ghost's face, and the sound was the same as the laughter just now.

It knew very well what had happened to him, someone had temporarily stripped himself from this time or world, so for him, everything around him would be in a state of time stagnation.

Who could be the one who could do this?

The boy?

It doesn't know, because it's just an ember-demonized evil, with only common sense and no memory.

Just sensing that the boy had some kind of restraint on Ember, he overflowed with murderous intent in lawlessness.

But now, what's going on?

The answer is soon revealed, but I prefer that I never know.

A woman wearing a black crown and armor of the same color appeared next to the boy, who was also in a state of standing still in time, and she glanced at it, and then it completely lost its perception and memory.

The endless blood mist vanished, Ember's slender figure revealed, and self-consciousness slowly awakened.

"Your Majesty—"

Ember with a ghostly face bowed slightly, and his tone was still the usual classical applied to the stage, which had obviously returned to normal.

The only one who can be called crowned by the Ionians is Sindra, the "Dark Head".

Although she was finally admonished by the "Emerald God" Ai on and retired herself, looking at the time she was active in front of people, it can be summed up in six words - "Hang and disobey everything".

Even though Ember, as a master enchanter, doesn't share her idea of simple, brutal, power-filled magic, it doesn't prevent the artist from showing the least of respect in front of her.

What's more, the one in front of them has been freed from the shackles and vast majority of the jurisdiction of the "system" that they still don't know, and this is what all heroes want to do and have been trying again, but so far they have not succeeded.

For the pioneers, even the arrogant "drama masters" will bow their foreheads and offer praise.

Sindra ignored Ember's respect, and she left the clone by Ivan's side to help him with something beyond the limits of his current abilities.

There aren't many lives that can earn her friendship, but none have passed so far.

With his right hand slightly open and his palm upward, the color of the sky changed from blue to pitch black.

Ember was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The intermittent mania of the Scarlet Moon and the possibility of demonization have made the Dark Head see himself as an insecurity factor around Ivan.

Obviously, his acting career has ended for the time being, and unless the summoning authority is extracted by Ivan again, otherwise, this living world will be completely lost to him.

Ember smiled, he had already guessed the ending, but for the arrogant "drama master" whose art was more important than life, he still intended to show an impassioned and vigorous process.

Even though he had an Ionian reverence for Sindra, he would not willingly let him decide where he would end.

The transformed whisper was held in his hand, and Ember leaned back, intending to draw a temporary break to his artistic life with the "perfect curtain call" and the blooming blood-colored roses.

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