At night, the Carpathian Mountains stretch like a giant beast crawling on the earth, stretching in an arc from the Danube Gorge on the border between Austria and Slovakia to the east, passing through Poland, Ukraine and the Iron Gate Gorge in Romania.

Near the border region of Latvia, in the dense forests of the southeastern part of the mountain range, a tribe of Gypsies lives there. In the stillness of the night, tents are propped up on the leeward side of the foothills, next to a shallow stream of crystal clear bottoms, with the occasional ember of a bonfire that has not yet been extinguished.

A dozen old-fashioned pickup trucks enclosed the tents in the middle, forming a rudimentary makeshift camp, and the Gypsies lived in such a way that they never lived in one place steadily, wandering between the marginal towns, consciously or unconsciously, avoiding the census or something, isolating themselves from the world.

Among them are handmade coppersmiths from Romania, skilled car mechanics, and more famous jugglers and dancing girls, the most mysterious of which are gypsy witches who can tell divination and psychic.

In every town, these gypsy witches with crystal balls and oil paint on their faces often attract a lot of business, especially in backward and remote rural towns.

A thick mist suddenly rose from the dense forest and spread at a rapid speed towards the makeshift camp of the gypsies, like a tumbling wave, engulfing tents in an instant.

In the gray mist, Casillas, shrouded in black robes, stepped out, the fallen mage who betrayed Kama Taj, with a red brand on his forehead, which was the mark of Dormammu's gaze, and his two eyes were eroded by the energy of the dark dimension, and his skin was cracked and shattered, revealing dark purple vein lines.

He stole the forbidden ritual of communicating with the dark dimension and calling Dormammu from Kama Taj's library, and took the initiative to become a dark minion and walk in the material world.

"Far from enough, I need more fanatics."

Casillas said in an aria voice, the fog surrounding him as if it were alive.

Tents were torn apart, and the gypsies, who were immersed in sweet sleep, were instantly devoured by the fire of life and turned into a dry corpse.

"It's a shame that none of them can withstand Dormammu's stare."

Behind Casillas was a black wave, and in a short period of time, he used the evil rituals that communicated the dark dimension to develop a large number of followers.

Like Casillas, they are all deceived by Dormammu's so-called eternal home, hoping for the great power of immortality, and for this reason they willingly become part of the dark dimension.

"Oh, there's a lucky little guy here."

The fog tugged at a little girl in a linen robe, a bohemian headscarf, and silky blonde hair in braids.

With a pained expression on her little childish face, she withstood Dormammu's gaze and gained the energy transformation of the dark dimension, and was about to join Casillas and become a fanatic.

"Welcome into the Arms of Darkness ......"

Casillas reached out to touch the girl's head, but his expression changed, and the space changed violently, and a beam of lightning pierced the thick fog as if it had lost its head, and bombarded a tent.

The blinding light of the fire illuminated the mist, and the dark green cloak gradually appeared, and the grim metal mask peeked out of it.

"This is my territory, and no one can do whatever it takes."

Doctor Doom's voice was hoarse, his gaze was cold, and the metal arm was filled with electricity, like a python, ready to burst out at any moment.

Behind him, the Iron Legion descended from the sky one after another, smashing into the hard ground with a clanging sound.

"Victor Doom ......"

Casillas doesn't seem surprised, as he staged an evil sacrifice in Latvia last time, resulting in hundreds of deaths and a clash with the Iron Legion.

"If you were for what happened last time, I deeply regret that those people returned to the embrace of the dark dimension and gained eternal peace."

If the depraved mage had ignored the strange outfit, he would have looked more like a philosopher or an elegant aristocrat.

"Mr. Doom, I heard that you were a scientist and are now immersed in magic, so you should be well versed in the laws of nature, and everything has an end."

Casillas didn't seem to plan to do it immediately, he looked at the Doctor Doom who led the legion, and said seriously: "Whether it is a planetary civilization or a life race, it will eventually perish, this is an irreversible rule between the universes, but the dark dimension is different. ”

"There is no passage of time there, and we submit to Dormammu to avoid death, as are the many worlds in the dark dimension. We will embrace life and attain eternal serenity. ”

"Humanity thinks about good and evil, but it doesn't know that its real enemy is time, which destroys everything and destroys everything."

In a subdued tone, he spoke of the greatness of Dormammu, and his eyes were full of fanatical piety, which made people feel creepy.

Doctor Doom sneered disdainfully, he didn't believe this, and asked, "You also said the same to those who you used as a sacrifice to sacrifice Dormammu?" ”

"They are insignificant, but tiny specimens of dust in the vast universe."

Casillas looked at Doctor Doom sincerely, and said in a loud voice, "We are all slaves of time, imprisoned in the cage of death, and the only way to break the shackles and transcend time is to believe in Dormammu!" ”

"Mr. Doom, I am not doing this for the sake of world domination or any other ambition...... I just want to save everyone and put the future in the hands of Dormammu, the Lord of all things. ”

"You think you see the truth, but you don't know that you are a fool who has been blinded."

The thick fog was like a separating tide, revealing a tall figure, and Sean smiled at Casillas with a smile on his lips.

The mage, who had been admired by the Ancient One, had fallen into darkness and become a fervent believer in Dormammu, had a tragic fate in his own right.

He lost his beloved wife and children early, lost hope in life, thought he had nothing, gave up on himself, and drank like his life.

It wasn't until he came to Kama Taj that he saw the power of magic and began his own practice under the disciple of the Ancient One.

It has to be said that Casillas is indeed a natural mage, and the speed of his progress has shocked the ancient one, and while the others are still struggling with the appearance of what they see with the naked eye, he has abandoned all cognition and stepped into the door of the temple of magic.

In the old Oriental adage, there is a saying called "Love is not long, wisdom must be hurt", which is just right for Casillas.

He has a deep attachment to his wife and children, and as he learns more about magic, Casillas grows to do more, such as turning back time and bringing his dead relatives back to him.

Casillas harbored a deep fear of death, for time...... So he wanted to find strength in magic.

The fallen mage was the first of Kama Taj to question it, believing that the Ancient One was hiding something and that the Supreme Mage was not a selfless saint.

As it turned out, Casillas's guess was correct, and he discovered the truth - the great Supreme Mage had violated the admonitions of Kama Taj through the ages, turned his back on the Trinity of the Vishan Emperor, and threw himself into the arms of the dark dimension.

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