"Boom!"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Dastan had completely liberated his shell, and his size had more than doubled from its original base, reaching nearly a kilometer in length alone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Without deliberate destruction, or even just moving, he would turn everything around him into ruins.

Raising his spider-like body, Dastan unleashed large expanses of sand, which landed on the surrounding buildings, instantly dyeing them a coral-red color.

The red sand covers the surface of the building, and almost in the blink of an eye, it wraps the building like coral.

On the basis of the original shape of the building, the red gravel clings to its surface, showing an uneven curvature, like an inferior handicraft that has failed to be made.

But the delicate sand shuo is closely arranged, but it gives people a strange beauty, as if it has been weathered for countless years.

"Frozen."

Dastan, in the form of an external god, coldly spat out two words, and at the same time, his body froze in place.

As his words fell, the strange coral sculptures showed a terrifying contagion, and the red grit began to spread wildly from the original red-stained building.

Like the sea at high tide, the ground, buildings, street signs, clouds, air, and even the sky are frozen together by this gravel, as if the world has become a picture of red coral.

And when the red coral-like gravel spreads completely, everything covered by it stops.

It's as if time has been suspended in this moment.

The concept of time disappeared from here, followed by sounds, silence, and the whole city as if it were dead.

The mirrored world of New York is stained in a patch of weathered red coral buildings, motionless.

If Rip Hunt were here, he would have been surprised to find that this thing seemed to be similar to the way the time ghosts attacked their ships and caused them to stray.

This is Dastan's most terrifying ability.

Freeze.

It's not freezing in the general sense, it's temporal.

This ability is so terrifying that even he can't control it, and once the frozen gravel spreads, it can't be stopped until the whole world is eroded.

It is almost impossible to reverse this process.

As far as Dastan knows, only two people are able to do this. Or rather, a person, and a magical creation.

His master, and the source of his powers, the Orb of Time.

But the latter can't leave the Eternal Clock, otherwise the order of the whole time will be destroyed, believe me, if this incident affects that world. You're not going to like Alice's little unicorn smashing.

The strange pattern of the Eye of Horus appeared around the eyes of Dastan in the form of a god, and he stared coldly at everything around him, sitting back and watching the mirror world be swallowed up by time.

But his enemy, Strange, would not sit idly by.

Seeing Darstan use this almost rogue trick again, Strange was obviously a little helpless, but he had to raise his mental response.

Because once the erosion of time spreads, it will not only be a mirror world that will be destroyed, but the entire outside world.

"Z--z--"

His wrists shimmer with a golden halo, and his hands look like they are wearing postmodern ornaments, with a hint of ancient beauty in the intricate patterns.

"Turn it around!"

His hands twisted outwards in the opposite direction, and Strange immediately began to run forward as a sea of red gravel was about to cover where he was standing.

And with his movements, the world, which had not yet been covered in red gravel, suddenly seemed to have a life of its own, and it came to life completely.

"Boom!"

The sky is spinning, the ground is moving, and New York is like a Rubik's Cube, all of which is just a detachable part of the Rubik's Cube.

As Strange progressed, the ground beneath his feet began to expand, and the reliefs on the walls and the protruding balconies were like squares inserted into them, which emerged from the walls of their own accord as Strange passed, and came to his feet, becoming his foothold.

Strange strode between the steps, and with the help of his floating cloak, he looked like he was bouncing over the city.

"Boom! Boom! ”

At the same time, under the constant wave and swipe control of his hands, the world in front of him is still changing dramatically.

The ground spread out like a kaleidoscope in all directions, and buildings were duplicated, twisted, collapsed, and then drilled out of the ground again.

Behind Strange was a tidal sea of red gravel, which followed him closely, and every inch of the ground spread out again, and they immediately surged like an all-pervasive army of ants.

It's like a race between the two.

Is it time that has eaten away at this world first, or is it Strange who is faster to rebuild the mirror world?

In fact.. The answer is the former.

Because this is not the first time Dastan has done this, this is the third time, and not once in all three times has Strange beat time in speed.

No one has ever won time.

Fortunately, there was another way to stop this.

Strange was sweating on his forehead, a dark green spot of light, which was in fact the energy that made up him, the temporal energy of the Eye of Agomoto.

Due to the need to unleash complex magic, the energy magic that maintains Strange's fictitious body has begun to become unstable.

These flowing spots of light are the best proof of this.

But.. Strange's efforts were not without effect.

As Strange's magic was gradually built, I saw that at the end of this mirror world, a new mirror world reappeared, it was like a mirror, which was quickly pulled apart in the void, first straight lines, then planes.

The new mirror world is constantly expanding. And then it spread rapidly towards here.

That's Strange's approach.

Soon, because Strange had so many places to control, the speed of Red Gravel began to exceed the speed of Strange Extended Mirror World.

Strange knew in his heart that when the entire mirror world was completely destroyed by it, it would begin to spread to other worlds.

There's nothing it can't freeze.

Even if it is the void and the darkness, which have no conceptual meaning, time can freeze them, but in the same way, it will only follow the world, spreading past and gradually swallowing it up.

If you reach the end of the world, or just one world, it won't continue to spread.

It just so happens that the mirror world has such a property, which is why Dastan didn't have this means in the first place. Because it doesn't necessarily work.

The mirror world is equivalent to countless parallel spaces, as long as Strange is willing, he can create countless conceptual parallel mirror worlds, each mirror world is independent, they do not touch each other.

The speed of the red tide is spreading faster and faster, and the speed between it and Strange is also rapidly decreasing. Fortunately, at this time, a new mirror world has taken shape.

Take a deep breath, even if Strange has already had three experiences. He was still ready.

Similarly, Dastan's muscles, which had been quiet all the time, tensed up.

Because when the two worlds intersect, he has a chance to leave the mirror world.

The red tide is getting closer and closer, and they are like greedy marching ants gnawing at everything on the ground, leaving coral red eagles everywhere they go, accompanied by only deathly silence and absolute stagnation.

The gravel seemed to be a long way from the border, but it was too fleeting for anyone to react, and the next moment, it had spread to the edge of the edge.

But both Strange and Dastan are very human in the realm of time.

"It's now!"

In the next moment, Strange suddenly leaped forward, and at the same time, his wrist was full of light, and the new mirror world seamlessly connected.

And then, for a moment, in an indescribable fraction of time, it jerked away again.

It's as if you've touched something terrible.,It's like a spring has been pressed between the two mirror worlds.。。 Bounce them off in both directions.

Red gravel floated slightly from the original world, and the dark void solidified into a solid state as soon as they touched it.

Fortunately, the two worlds have been separated, and although they do not seem far away to the naked eye, they are no longer a dimension, and there is no connection between them, so the gravel does not follow.

Seeing that there was no world around them, the gravel began to wither and then stop spreading.

Fortunately, Strange's heart was half relaxed, and at the same time, he turned his head and saw that Dastan was trapped in this world again, and then his heart was completely put down.

At the same time, the original mirror world behind the two of them had begun to collapse.

Without anything to continue to erode away, the red grit began to erode itself, and soon, layer upon layer of grit began to cover each other, thickening itself thicker and thicker.

Soon, this mirror world was wrapped into a sphere, and then it collapsed silently, turning into countless powders, dissipating into the turbulent current of the inner world.

There is no outward spread. Strange had seen this scene three times, and he breathed a sigh of relief and returned his gaze to Stan.

"You're crazy." He said, "If this thing spreads, it will destroy the whole world, here. . . And outside. ”

The outside refers to nature as the present world.

"But I'm going to be fine."

Of course, Strange may be glad that he has solved the problem again, but Dastan, who is trapped in the mirror world again, will not be happy, seeing that there is no hope of escape and being trapped here again, Dastan's tone does not seem so friendly.

But he's not in a hurry now, or rather... It is the calm that follows anger, but underneath this calm lies showers and storms that are countless times more terrible than anger.

It's the red time gravel released by Dastan himself, and he's naturally fine.

Dastan will not be corrupted by these times, and even if this world is eroded, he can find a chance to escape again.

At most, because there are no coordinates and references, I'm afraid I need to wander in the cracks of time for a long time. Then you can stumble into an unknown point in time.

Hearing Dastan say this, Strange looked even more angry, "You're really crazy! He shouted.

But unexpectedly, Dastan broke out directly in the next moment.

"Am I crazy?" He growled.

"You provoked the flames of my anger, you caused all this. Now, naturally, when it is time for you to bear it, it is up to you to quench my anger. ”

"Oh, oh." Strange hurriedly waved his hand, "It's easy to misunderstand when you say that, I'm not Deadpool, maybe he's more suitable for you." ”

It's useless to say more, Darstan doesn't want to talk to Strange. Or in other words, he is no match for Strange.

Taking a deep breath, the red grit began to converge on Dastan's lap again like a storm.

The amount of time grit is not much in Dashan either. But he is angry now.

Seeing Darstan's scoundrel look, Strange was also a little helpless, but as Darstan said, he couldn't ignore it now.

Taking the same deep breath, Strange got ready again.

It's just that.. After all, he was not a real human, but was created by a high-level magic, and he was already a little unable to hold on to the creation of mirror spaces one after another.

Wishing he could hold on a little longer, Strange smiled bitterly inwardly.

But in the next moment, Dastan's movements suddenly stopped.

Well? As if sensing something, Strange also looked up at the empty sky of New York, the mirror world.

"It's a good time to come." He muttered under his breath.

Under Strange's gaze, a small black dot gradually appeared above New York, looking like a drop of ink had been dripped into a water glass, and then the drop of ink began to expand rapidly, gradually spreading into a bottomless vortex.

The sky was eroded by it and a black hole was created.

It's a portal.

And after a few seconds, it didn't disappear, which means that it's a relatively stable portal, unlike the previous portals. At least until now, hasn't it?

"How grateful should I be to you? I still hate you. ”

The appearance of the portal naturally gave Strange a moment of respite, as he saw the red gravel raised by Dastan in the distance disperse again, and obviously, after seeing the portal and seeing other methods, he also gave up on continuing this trick of ending up together.

But this series of mutations is also caused by the portal that appeared in the first place. Strange doesn't forget that either.

There's no time for Strange to keep thinking.

Because Dastan, who had dispersed the red grit, was also staring at New York, Strange knew in his heart that even if he didn't have to face that overwhelming erosion attack, he would still not be much better off in the future.

Rather than continue to be tied like this. Strange took a deep breath, and the next moment, he closed his eyes slightly.