Suicide is not the same thing as homicide, the latter is only passively received, while the former requires a great deal of courage, and as long as Strange hesitates to do so, that is the moment when Dastan escapes from his cage. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Strange is also very clear about this, because the space gate has the same origin as the constituent energy of the magic of the mirror world, and it can easily erode the mirror world and appear in any corner of the mirror world.

Then the trick of death reset is no longer useful, if the location of the space gate refresh is close to Dastan, it is very likely that he will not have time to stop it, and Dastan will have already fled.

Not only does it take enough courage for Strange to be firm and manage to kill himself to stop it before Dastan escapes, but the reset itself is risky.

It's all about fighting your face, and your own face.

Strange touched his chin a little rough, and decisively gave up his current tactics.

Outside the Twin Towers, Dastan was revealing his true body, crushing several buildings in boredom, lying on the ground and napping, his spirit seemed to be a little sluggish, but his heart was always on the lookout for the space door that was about to appear.

This feeling reminded him of the game of whack-a-mole, one of the many novelties he found in other worlds when he first met the leader.

It is not only a test of patience, but also a test of instantaneous reaction.

The tail-like organs boredom swayed from side to side, and without any pressure, they flattened several dwarf buildings again, clearing a large clearing of the ruins.

The power of the outer god will naturally consume more energy than usual, and Dastan has not considered returning to his human form, but seriously, he can't beat Strange in his human form, and Kama Taj's mage power should not be underestimated.

If Dastan reverts to human form, he has no doubt that Strange, who doesn't know where the cat is, will immediately rush out and teach him to be a man, and he will not be resurrected if he is killed in the mirror world.

To be dead is to be dead.

With a bored yawn, a large amount of sand-like sand spat out from Dastan's mouth, and the grit sprayed onto the buildings in front of him, instantly staining the surface of these buildings with a layer of maroon, and then in the blink of an eye, these buildings dissipated into the air like salt grains in water.

It is dissipation in the true sense of the word.

Before Dastan could close his mouth, another yawn followed, and he opened his mouth wide again, but this time it was not grit, but a cloud of poisonous mist.

When the clouds fell to the ground, the land was instantly blackened, and large plants seemed to emerge from the black soil in the blink of an eye, but they could be smelled from their slightly hideous appearance and decaying breath, which should not be a safe plant for ordinary people.

The characteristics of each of the Appearance Gods are different, and even for some powerful Appearance Gods, their hole cards have not been fully figured out until now.

But this is already a characteristic in itself, and one of the characteristics of the outward god is chaos.

From the outside, to the inside, to the unique abilities of each person, almost everything has a very high degree of uncertainty, which makes the superheroes often need to pay a lot of casualties to obtain a little valuable information when facing the external gods.

Just as Dastan dozed off in boredom, the mirror world changed again.

Infinite spaces begin to overlap, zebra crossings on the ground, junctions between buildings, dividing lines on windows, everything becomes movable modules, they are intertwined, flipped and superimposed, like the inner world of a kaleidoscope.

“。。 Syllable? ”

The ground where Dastan was lying suddenly began to tilt, and the earth became a vertical plane, and the position where he was originally lying was upright at a ninety degree angle, and Dastan, who was still a little drowsy, was upside down on the other side of the world with a bewildered face, and let out a very loud voice, "Haw!" With a thud, it fell into a puddle on the ground.

The huge body crushed everything within a radius of several miles into powder, and the surviving buildings were also inevitably destroyed by the strange energy that was exuded all the time outside of time.

Fortunately, New York in the mirror world is an empty city, and even if Strange and Dastan fight in the dark, they don't have to think about the casualties of ordinary people.

There were sudden changes around him, Dastan's heart didn't even fluctuate, and the only thing that could make trouble in the mirror world was Strange except for the space door, which could be thought of with his eyes closed.

Sure enough, the next moment, Strange's human-sized, somewhat thin, but increasingly majestic figure slowly floated into the air.

The scarlet cloak hunted behind him, representing the mysterious and powerful magical light that surrounded him.

Strange's eyes exuded a pale green, but in the deepest part of the pale green, there was a faint hint of dark purple, and the whole person exuded an extremely powerful aura.

It's as if the gods came into the world.

Strange borrowed a power that wasn't his, and that wasn't the realm he was supposed to touch.

But.. In order to deal with Dastan, presumably Xiaoduo wouldn't mind borrowing a little of his power, after all, the magic night directly threatens the entire multiverse, it and himself are grasshoppers tied to a rope, their own world is destroyed, and Dormammu's realm will not escape.

Seeing Strange appear, Dastan rolled his eyes helplessly.

The appearance of the space door made the position of the two of them change in an instant, from Dastan chasing Strange to Dastan not bothering to do anything at all.

Because he doesn't need to kill Strange to exhaust his energy, he can leave by waiting for the space gate.

Obviously, what Strange had to do was to pester Dastan to the death, not giving him a chance to find the spatial door, and then take the opportunity to escape.

And what better option to entangle Dastan than fight?

"Dastan!" Strange let out a roar of rage as he had already stored up his mana, and he felt like he had never been so happy.

"Let's have a good fight!"

Although it was a bit ungraceful for a mage to declare war in such a rude way, there were not many opportunities to be able to fire at full power like this, and Strange didn't pay attention to such small details.

He crossed his hands and drew one semicircle after another with his fingers in the air, the golden luster leaving traces of sparks in the air as he moved, as if space had been cut apart.

The next moment, the arc in the air automatically spread, completing the missing parts, forming a perfect fan and circle, just like a roulette wheel, as his hands parted, the golden roulette wheel was controlled by him in the palm of his hand.

"Go!"

Strange roared, and the roulette wheels came out one after another, and they instantly became huge in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and hit Dastan's eyes.

When they came to Dastan less than a dozen meters in front of him, the magic aura that was originally only the size of a palm had swelled to the size of a Ferris wheel, and it was no problem to cut even Dastan in half with a single knife.

Faced with an attack that could already inflict serious damage on himself, Dastan rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Don't do that." He said helplessly, "I don't want to do it." ”

Not far away, the space door seemed to have a faint meaning, but it was a pity that Dastan was entangled by Strange to death, and the two of them almost disabled most of New York, so that Dastan had no chance to care about anything else.

。。。

"What's that?"

Like a warrior monk, holding a wand as tall as a man, and smashing some hapless ghost to pieces with a stick, watching it wail incessantly, and then reunited, Marcotel raised her head and looked at the huge sign in the sky, and her head couldn't help but raise a big question mark.

She felt a strong magic in the logo, and this magic even made her feel a hint of pressure.

One of the most terrifying spells, perhaps related to summons, could be a summoning spell.

In fact, it can be seen from here that the level gap between different wizards is, of course, the camera has not yet cut back to Yi Huan and Josie, but from the appearance of Marcote and Madison, it is obvious that Marcothe's strength is far greater than Madison's, even if Madison has just killed another self, and his magic has been greatly improved.

Because the same marking magic, for Madison, made her feel frightened, and for Marcotel, it was only a little stressful.

And Marcotel could already vaguely sense that this might be some kind of summoning magic.

Don't think it's an incredible thing, they're wizards, and that's how wizards should deal with magic.

Just like a mathematician dealing with an unknown math problem, although he is not sure how to solve it, after a rough reading, he should also have a general idea of how to solve the problem.

For example, Yi Huan, when he sees the signs in the sky above, he may draw more judgments and guesses, inferring the attributes of the summoned objects from the attributes of the magic energy above, the way the magic power circulates to see the size and location of the channel, and so on.

Marcotel is not as good as Yi Huan, but she is also the best among wizards, and she has enough valuable information from the signs.

A powerful magical creature.

It may not be as powerful as the Dark Lord Sauron, but it is definitely an existence beyond the Ring Spirit.

I don't know who in this world can deal with it.

Marcotel is not a responsible virgin, and even if the United States starts dropping nuclear bombs because no one can defeat this monster, she will not feel guilty about the innocent who died.

But there are still many free people in New York City, and wizards account for the vast majority, and once this magical creature appears, the wizards will be the first to suffer, which is what Marcotel does not want to see.

And as a stepping stone for the wizarding world to the world of ordinary people, the wreaking havoc of magical creatures and nuclear bombs seems to be too unfriendly.

I'm afraid it will make the whole world's first impression of magic extremely bad.

Although Marcotel herself doesn't care, she can't live alone from the world, and since she can't live out of the world, she still needs to care about the opinions of the people around her.

Looking at the huge sign above, Marcotel's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

The ghost that had been directly scattered by her stick had regrouped, and although it hadn't gotten smaller, and the flickering green light on its body hadn't dimmed, it was obviously choking from the dark green viscous liquid everywhere.

In a sense, these viscous liquids can also be regarded as its blood, and anyone who is cut all over the ground will not be comfortable.

Seeing that Marcotel seemed to have forgotten herself, the green ghost hurriedly ran into the distance, without even a squeaky scream.

As if suddenly awakening to wisdom, the green ghost closed its mouth at this moment, buried its head and ran.

Naturally, Marcotel saw the little movements of the green ghost, but she didn't chase after it, because she was still thinking about how to deal with the magic hidden behind the sign.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly turned and jumped towards the place under the sign, the magic on her body surged, and the toes of her feet burst into the air with borrowed light, and the person had already jumped to the top of the nearest building.

In any case, the constant fluctuations of mana in the sky seemed similar to the ghosts she encountered, a mess she had caused and she had to deal with it herself.

。。。

The huge logo looks very clear, and the red forbidden charm and cartoon ghost do not have the slightest cuteness and beauty in Josie's eyes, but are extremely terrifying.

She could clearly feel the terrifying magic coming from above, and the immensity of the magic even made her feel a heartfelt fear.

The red forbidden charm was incomparably scarlet in her eyes, like the spit of a poisonous snake, mixed with poison and gloom, and some cute cartoon ghosts did not have the slightest beauty in her eyes, and the innocent expression of the ghosts was like revealing a sinister and terrifying evil smile, like an invitation from hell.

"Josie! Josie! ”

It was as if a distant voice at the end of the world appeared in Josie's ears, from far to near, gradually waking her up, it was Carl's voice.

Josie was startled, and she came back to her senses to find herself standing on the ruins outside the dining room, while Carl stayed where he was, calling out to her.

Psychic magic!

Josie reacted immediately, the sign above did not deliberately release the relevant magic, but the strong magic fluctuations emitted were enough to shake her heart.

What a powerful existence.

He is definitely not an opponent, this is the second judgment made by Josie, some gentle to the face of weakness without the coquettishness and kindness of the past, Josie stood in place with a gloomy face, her face full of thought.

It even seems a little cunning.

Although this look only flashed on her face, it was still captured by Hansen, who was always paying attention to her, and he was slightly stunned in disbelief, and then told himself in his heart that he was probably mistaken.

After all, he was a little far away.

In fact, this is just that Hansen doesn't want to believe it, he doesn't believe that Josie has another side, even hidden, and even the intelligence elite himself has not discovered.

Everything was too chaotic at this point, and he really didn't want to make a fuss, he could only tell himself that he was wrong, but what was left of Hansen's sanity was telling that it was not just an illusion.