Casillas, a disciple of the Supreme Mage Ancient One, was also a mage of Kama Taj. His sole purpose in worshipping the ancient sect and learning magic was to resurrect his dead wife and children, but soon he found that this path was not working. After that, he began to turn his attention to the dark magic forbidden by the ancient mage, and he began to be attracted by a completely different dark force, serving a powerful and powerful dark master, the evil god Dormammu of the dark dimension.

And now, in mirror space, the betrayed mage is standing face to face in front of Michael, his whole body permeated with the powerful dark magic of Dormammu, as if he has been caught in it and become a pathetic pawn of the dark god.

"I've heard of you, too." Casillas looked at him with a blank expression, "I know you don't approve of the Supreme Mage's way of doing things as well. Maybe we should join forces. ”

"If you really think that's a possibility, then you should have handed in the invitation a long time ago instead of going to such great lengths to steal my machine." Michael said nonchalantly, "You've even thought of hiring smugglers." How? Are you afraid of leaving too much magic for me to smell out? ”

Michael was an impossible recruiter, and Casillas knew it was a matter of routine. Although he had never met Michael before, he had heard of this spell being a fellow who was said to be even better than himself. He knew that Michael Paso was a stubborn guy who would not submit to anyone or anything, and as a mage he was extremely lacking in faith, he did not believe in the white magic gods of the "Trinity", nor did he believe in the dark gods of Dormammu.

So even though Michael Paso deviated from Kama Taj's path like him, he was never an ally he could recruit, which is why Casillas didn't bother to try it in the first place.

"You want my machine. Let me guess, do you think that thing can help you break through the dark dimension and open a back door to Dormammu? Michael said, "You want to use technology to circumvent the control of the 'Temple' so that you can summon Dormammu to come without the interference of the Supreme Mage, right?" ”

"The detective." Casillas didn't answer his question and said coldly, "Jessica Jones." If she hadn't been probing around and asking questions, you wouldn't have found this place at all. We're so close that we're just close to getting everything ready and activating the device to summon the Darkness......"

"Who do you think sent her to ask questions?" Michael interrupted indifferently.

Casillas was stunned: "She's your person?" ”

Michael didn't answer him that question.

But to some extent, Casillas' suspicions are true. Michael previously told Wanda that he already had someone in charge of it, and that person was Jessica Jones.

If the TV news hype is true, then Jessica Jones should be the best detective in all of New York. If you lose something, you'll naturally need the best hounds.

The problem, though, is that Michael has also heard of the quirky personality of this tricky private detective. First, she hates to accept commissions from large companies - no matter how much money she has, she is not happy. Second, she hates getting involved in some strange and unconventional troubles. In this case, both minefields seem to have been stepped on.

That's why he went through her landlord to find Jessica and gave her a simple task of "finding her missing nephew". Of course, Mr. Landlord didn't have such a nephew at all, but someone had manipulated the file to make the missing young smuggler look like he had "become" Mr. Landlord's nephew.

Michael's first reason for doing all of this was naturally to want Jessica to find out the culprit, and at the same time, part of the reason was to review Jessica Jones herself. He wanted to see if her investigative skills were as good as rumored, and he was also curious about how strong her "strengthening ability" was.

And if the requirements are met, then needless to say, he naturally wants to recruit this female detective into the team. Other parts aside, Jessica's Scouting talent may also be useful in the future.

But of course, just like everyone else on the team had done - if she had the will.

"You avoided leaving the breath of magic as much as possible, and then killed all the smugglers who might have left traces and clues behind. You may be a good mage, Casillas, but you're a terrible criminal. Do you think that killing a few people and killing a few clues will be cleaned up? ”

"I'll admit, that's not my specialty. But it doesn't matter. ”

Casillas closed the seal, his hands clenched, and he held it flat in front of him. The power of the dark magic condensed, and the air flow seemed to emerge in his hand with the fluctuation of magic power, gradually shaping into some machete-like and some axe-like shapes. The reason for this is that the shape of the blade is completely indistinct, completely unrecognizable, and only a vague outline outlined by the air currents can only be barely seen.

"Now that we've come to this point." Casillas said in a stiff tone, "Then it's not too late to get you sorted out here first, and then move on to the next steps." ”

He speaks confidently when he says, "I'll fix you here," as if it were a sure thing. In fact, Casillas is very confident in this. After defecting from Kama Taj, he stole the dark magic texts related to Dormammu's descent, he used evil spells to absorb the power of the dark dimension, and obtained the divine power bestowed by Dormammu, and now he is conceited that none of the mages from Kama Taj can be his opponent except for the Supreme Mage Ancient One himself.

As for this black and gold armor? Casillas didn't pay attention to it at all. In his opinion, no matter how advanced these high-tech things were, they were vulnerable to the face of truly advanced magic, and he could split this suit of armor in two with a single sword.

Michael didn't reply to this, but tilted his head sideways, which probably meant "come up and try".

Casillas stepped on his feet, his body bowed, and he flew forward with the transparent blade in his hand. The moment he stepped out, dark mana overflowed from the soles of his shoes, and the power of the evil god filled his entire body, giving him power far beyond the limits of human beings. He swayed, approaching strangely, and the transparent blade swung out in the wind, whistling towards the black and gold helmet.

Sonor!

Sparks flew and the crisp sound of collision echoed in the small box of the sealed space.

Casillas' pupils constricted, his eyes widened in astonishment, as his razor-sharp blade was blocked by the other man's indifferent raising of his arm. The black gold metal shell easily withstood the erosion of his dark power, and it seemed to be undamaged except for a little spark.

"This ...... How can it be? ”