The Milky Way is huge, travels at the speed of light, and it takes at least 10,000 years to get from one end to the other.

Most of the planets and stars in the Milky Way are extremely barren and devoid of life.

Only the existence of self-consciousness can give birth to strong people, and the Heavenly Father-level or single universe-level powerhouses who stand on the top of the heavens and stars are just a handful.

The name of Setolak made Dormammu a little restless, and his incomparably huge dark planet face moved: "Casillas, I don't listen to any excuses. You can use whatever you think of to destroy the Three Temples and welcome my arrival. If you do, you are my most faithful servant, and I will not spare my reward for my faithful servant, and if you can't, you will perish!"

The overwhelming power of darkness crushed Casillas and the fanatical degenerates who followed him to the ground.

It was the absolute coercion of a higher dimension, a higher level of power, like a poor herbivore targeted by a predator, in the face of this absolute power, let alone the heart of resistance, not even thinking about discounting its orders.

"Great Dark Lord, I, Casillas, will fight to the death to accomplish your mission. ”

In the next second, countless dark forces poured into Casillas's chest, repairing his flawed and broken heart, and inflicting great pain on him.

He convulsed in pain.

Looking at Casillas's figure, Dormammu frowned, and the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more intense. He couldn't help but think of Dormammu, who was in another parallel universe, and another 'he' had brought him a message.

This made Dormammu very uneasy: "I'm not interested in your life!

After that, the darkness that seemed to cover the entire world receded like a tide, leaving Casillas and the others, who were drenched and gasping for breath, prostrate on the ground.

It was a long, long time before he barely got up: "Everyone, prepare to attack again." With that, he walked straight out of the church.

"Master, you ...... Where to go?" asked a degenerate weakly.

"Go buy insurance!"

Casillas arrives in an abandoned basement where no one is around, and he pulls out a cross, but this cross is in upside-down mode.

The upright cross represents Jesus.

But the inverted ones often represent...... Devil!

Gently chanting the incantation, a vague but red-skinned half-length phantus appeared in front of him, and the other party made an unpleasant and strange voice like a night owl, with a strong seductive voice in it.

"Hehehe, Iker Casillas, fanatic, I thought you would never use this messenger for the rest of your life. Why, have you figured it out? Or do you want Dormammu to stop with you? Then you can come to me!"

Casillas replied in a cold tone: "Hmph! Less nonsense! My loyalty to my lord will never change! I just ask you, is your proposal still valid last time?"

"Oh, hehehe! Yes, of course, we have a common enemy, don't we?"

"Okay, deal!"

"Deal!"

In the next second, Casillas directly destroyed the damn inverted cross with the flame of magic.

Dealing with a guy like that, even a second more is tormenting.

On the other hand, in the New York Temple, Mei Mumu had no idea that because of his appearance, multiple bigwigs from the dark world had reached various py deals.

Seriously, he's a little dazed.

He's meowing, the plot is going a little wrong.

After three days of calm and calm days, if it weren't for the fact that the balance system never gave a prompt to 'kill Casillas', Mei Mumu would have thought that the thing was burping.

There are only a thousand days to be a thief, and there is no thousand days to prevent thieves.

Fortunately, Mei Mumu still has something to do, and he is working on the project of 'the fanatic must die'.

Mordo asked, "Are you sure you want to do this, Mei Mumu?" The New York Temple is ostensibly a private museum. We earn some money to provide the mages and apprentices by displaying the 'artifacts' here. In that case, if Casillas doesn't come, we don't want to make money selling tickets. ”

It's a good thing that Mordo has taken on the role of an assistant, but the poor temperament of the black buddy is also hopeless.

Mei Mumu rolled his eyes, and sure enough, the nobles on the street were not as good as dogs.

Mordo came from an aristocratic family, and in theory, it was like this. But his barony comes from his hometown. His hometown of Walf Mandela belongs to Transnesia and is part of Romania.

The humanitarian crisis in Yemen has brought millions of refugees to Europe, but countless refugees are reluctant to stay in Romania for even a second even if they pass through Romania. It's because Romania is poor.

Romania, which once had a glorious history, is already the poorest country in Europe, almost one of them.

The aristocratic status of the black buddies will fool the rich people in the countryside, and those who really have a little insight will not take this as the same thing.

Kama Taj is really poor.

Mei Mumu sighed, and pressed the big reason: "Hey, buddy, didn't Master always teach us that 'worldly possessions' are meaningless? Now we are facing the danger of the end of the world. We must focus on guarding against degenerates like Casillas. ”

"The temple is damaged and needs to be repaired, and you're going to have to get your stuff. There is already a funding gap. We mages are also human beings, and we must also eat and drink! Master Gu Yi has already mobilized believers to raise donations for Kama Taj, but the funds cannot be received for a while......

As Mo Du spoke, Mei Mumu took out a black credit card from his pocket: "Money or something, don't worry." If there is a notch, I can put it on privately. This one of mine is a MasterCard credit card, and if I want, I can buy it half a block across the road from the Temple. ”

The black buddy's eyes were about to bulge out on the spot, and he was shocked by Mei's arrogance and internal injuries.

"What?" the black buddy's face was full of shock: "Are you sure, even if the last war in New York caused the price of housing here to drop, this is Manhattan!"

Mei Mumu shrugged his shoulders and took out a neat stack of 'Franklin' (100 dollar bills) indifferently: "Well, let's use it first." Go back and keep an account. Kama Taj can be reimbursed if she can, and she can't just forget it. ”

"You just went out and got this?" Mordo still felt a little too dreamy.

"There's an ATM on the corner of the street!" "The more Mei Mumu took it for granted, the more shocked the black buddy was speechless.

"Everything in the world is meaningless!" is the philosophy that the ancient masters have always taught them.

But it is also a fact that a penny is difficult to defeat a hero.

After today, I'm afraid Mei Mumu will have one more superpower - rich!