A Byzantine church, empty.

Orientals cannot understand the immersion of Westerners.

In the eyes of many Christians, the church is the last consolation and refuge.

"No, you are not allowed to go in, you are blasphemous...... Ah!" the priest who tried to stop a group of mysterious trespassers was in a different place in the next moment.

Stepping on the blood that had slammed into the ground from the severed wound of the priest's neck, Casillas and the fallen who followed him slowly walked into the church.

He tied one arm into a dumpling, but the frenzy on his face did not subside at all.

He had stolen several pages from the Book of Cagliostro from the Ancient Forbidden Library.

The most crucial pages are the evil rituals that connect the dark universe and summon the dark king Dormammu.

Casillas raised his index and little fingers with both hands in a set of spell-casting gestures. His fingers first drew a blood-red horizontal line in the void, then a skimm, and then a hook, and a 'π' symbol that looked like a bulging head suddenly appeared.

It was the symbol of Dormammu, the King of Darkness!

The atmosphere was shaking, and the air was filled with an evil aura.

The dark is climbing, climbing, climbing.

The power that seemed to sing an octave after an octave, and a mountain higher than a mountain, leaped into the faces of several of the fallen followers.

But just as the joy of darkness was about to fill their hearts, something suddenly happened.

"Vomit!" Casillas's head tightened, as if he had been put under a tightening spell, and the feeling of being hit hard in his heart made him vomit a mouthful of black blood on the spot.

"It's ...... What's going on?" the Fallen looked at their boss in amazement.

"Damn, what's the ...... There's a spirit that's stopping me from contacting my master, bastard! It's the power of that damn robot!"

"That's supposed to be a cyborg. A younger brother reminded him.

"Shut up, anyway, when my lord comes, I will kill him as soon as possible!"

Casillas guessed correctly. Because someone is doing something, it attracts the vision of the Avengers in disguise.

The gem on Vision's forehead is the [Soul Gem] of the Infinity Stones.

From the vision, the spiritual power amplified by the gem turned into a shackle, firmly binding Casillas.

Pure physical injury, even if two arms are broken, maybe Casillas is not afraid. But this residual spiritual power that destroys the opponent's spell-casting intent directly pits Casillas with a side of blood.

Until the power left by Vision is eliminated, Casillas can be considered to be in trouble.

On the other hand, Mei Mumu didn't know that he actually mixed up the three-point fate offset value in this way.

At this moment, in the temple of Kama Taj, the ancient one listened to the report, and she frowned.

"Order, let the three temples strengthen their vigilance. ”

"Yes!" said Master Hamill with a nod of promise, and went out to give the order.

After the ancient one took care of the chores, he found Mordo.

"Hello, Master Mordo. ”

"Hello, Supreme Mage!" Mordo bowed respectfully.

"I heard that Mei Mumu has been studying very fast recently?"

Mo Du told Mei about someone's situation, and Gu Yi's face was full of tears and laughter: "He really learns so fast?"

"King, he will not lie to us. ”

"Well, I also know that he has a good memory. ”

"It's one thing to remember, it's another thing to be able to apply. Mordo pouted.

"Okay, I've been busy lately, you can help me take care of Mei Mumu more. He's gifted, and while it seems different from the traditional mage talent, I don't want him to be another ......."

The name that didn't come out was naturally Casillas.

"Do as you command. Mo Du, who understood, bowed and retreated.

Then, when I came to the plum wooden house, I saw someone playing a game.

"It's ......" Mordo was a little eyelid-jumping.

"I've read all the books I can. You all say that Kama Taj is not a primitive......" As he spoke, Mei Mumu's attention was drawn by a plane flying outside Kathmandu: "Ah, the plane!"

As soon as he turned his head, Mei Mumu looked as if he had just discovered Mordo: "Uh, you're here, where did we just go?"

"What kind of game are you?" Mordo was a little annoyed, pointing to Mei Mumu's high-end computer.

"Nvidia four-way Titan X graphics card, a graphics card is only 1200 US dollars, and the whole computer is less than 10,000, which is very cheap!"

Mordo didn't bother to answer, but was attracted by the characters in the game of Mei Mumu's operation.

It was a game character who didn't look like a good guy at first glance, with a rotting body, crumbling cheeks, and even pale bones peeking out of the elbow joints.

The character of this game operated by Mei Mumu is obviously an undead.

Mordo was displeased on the spot. After all, this is a game, and Mo Du didn't stop Mei Mumu on the spot, but said, "You keep playing, I'll take a look." ”

When he saw that Mei Mumu was operating the character of the [Death Knight], summoning an army of ferocious and terrifying ghouls, and drowning the demon guards who were enemies, Mordo felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart.

It stands to reason that this kind of character who uses the power of darkness should be a cult.

But the Death Knight destroys more evil and terrible demons, and that makes Mordo very uncomfortable.

As a senior brother, I would like to remind you that it doesn't matter how you play the game, but in reality it is very dangerous to try to use dark forces. This will directly trigger the appearance of demons and devour your heart. Mordo kindly reminded.

As everyone knows, Mei Mumu showed a playful smile on the other side of his face that Mo Du couldn't see: Oh, hooked?

Mei Mumu spread his palms: "Hey, Modu, have you ever known about this game? Although there are undead knights in this game who use the power of death, warlocks who gain power by summoning demons and enslaving demons, and demon hunters who seal demon power in their bodies to gain power to fight demons in turn, they have done a lot of great things than the most devout paladins. ”

"No way! Anyway, what kind of game is this?"

"This is a game called [Warcraft], which was developed by a friend of mine named [Professional Eating Books and Punching Glass Slag in the Mouth]. Umegi shrugged.

He didn't know that there was no Warcraft game in the Marvel world. Perhaps, the world is rejecting Blizzard's copyright.

However, this did not prevent Umemu from instigating Mordo through the game.