"What's that?" Stark asked, wrinkling the muscles in his eyes.

"Dormammu." Strange leaned back on the armchair very relaxed, put his hands on the armrests, crossed his legs and said, "I still have the Great Shadow, the Crimson Lord, and the Hell Lord here...... Tony, do you really feel that the existence of these beings is so simple? ”

"In fact, just like human beings, energy is a tool of human beings, and it is also theirs, and the importance of energy is similar to that of human beings, and we use energy to drive machines to build civilization, but that is not us."

"Aren't they energy creatures?"

"That's just a performance." After the deep darkness in Strange's eyes faded, and his eyes were full of the wisdom of a Supreme Mage, he clasped his forearm inward, crossed his fingers, and put it in front of him, saying, "The core of every Great Demon God is concepts or rules, not energy. ”

"The Dark Dimension is Dormammu's possessions, and he takes it very seriously, and in order to make his possessions a little bigger, he wants to corrupt the world with darkness, but that's only because of his greed, not the need to survive."

"As long as there is darkness in this universe, Dormammu will not die completely, his death is more akin to a deep sleep, and the endless sleep replaces the real death, and perhaps only when the universe is destroyed, he will be destroyed with it."

"In the long history of the Supreme Mages dealing with such creatures, we have also encountered even more strange and terrifying beings, and my teacher, the Ancient One, once told me about that twisted and terrifying history." Strange and Stark both focused on the black notebook, and when their eyes overlapped, Stark looked at Strange.

Heard the old story of the mages exploring the secrets behind the stars.

"In ancient Hyperion times, wizards began to wonder about the stars, drawing circles, offering sacrifices, and summoning the terrifying beings that lurked behind the stars."

"Modern magicians generally believe that the so-called magic circles and sacrifices did not actually work, and that it was the snooping of the stars that attracted the attention of these ancient beings."

"When they cast their attention, wizards gain unparalleled power, but at the same time they descend into endless madness and suffering, and modern magicians generally believe that this power is not given by the group of beings, and madness is no different." Stark shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't fully understand, Strange used many old and difficult words, some of which didn't even look like human language, but he still said in that indulgent tone: "The power gained by wizards is only the aftermath of their arrival, and the madness they encounter is only because they look directly at the madness itself, these beings who come don't want to bless anyone, nor do they want anyone to suffer, their existence is the ultimate chaos and madness." ”

"And when it comes to what they are, my teacher Gu Yi once said that there is no treasure behind the starry sky, only endless blindness and foolishness."

"They hide in the depths of the stars in the Massless Realm, and when the stars return to their places, they will come again."

"Who the hell are they?" Strange followed Stark's intently gaze, and then, as if in some kind of invocation, spat out a series of words that Stark didn't understand, but this language converged in Stark's mind into a name—

"The Old Dominator".

"Forgive me for using a specific word to describe the crazy story I've experienced, and if it were a certain one, then I'd call it the Old Days. But it's not that I've been negligent enough to use ambiguous pronouns to refer to them, just because the story of finding the name is just as thrilling and thrilling that I have to record it, starting with my expedition to track down alien fallback at the foot of Lens Peak in Rocky Mountain National Park. When the sun set, an indescribable sense of excitement pushed my back, so that I did not choose to withdraw to the base, but took out my flashlight from my hiking bag, illuminating the dark path I was about to embark on......" Schiller in front of the desk raised his pen and looked out the window with somewhat sleepy eyes, the sun finally rose, the blazing light became brighter and brighter, the light flickered, and after the flashlight was removed, Quill's face full of small scars was revealed.

He walked through the jungle with difficulty, occasionally using his cane to break through the thick bushes, and walk forward one foot deep and one shallow.

"For the sake of me just saving your life, can't you listen to me once?! We should go back to base now, and not continue the dangerous depths! The rocket raccoon, who was holding on to the handle of his hiking bag, shouted in Quill's ear, saying, "You still say you're not afraid of heights?" Then how do you explain that you fainted while standing on top of such a tall branch?! Quill pursed his lips as if he didn't want to talk about it, and he tilted his head to the side and said, "Thank you for saving me from breaking my spine with a hook, but it was just an accident, and I think I'm in good shape." Rocket Raccoon sighed deeply, and without further persuasion, Quill quickened his pace, the column of smoke from the shipwreck getting closer and closer to him.

A few minutes later, brushing aside the drooping leaves of a bush of dense broadleaf plants, Quill finally saw the wrecked ship.

"Oh God. What is it?! Quill's shocked expression was incomprehensible, for what appeared in front of him was not the exquisite, minimalist, hydrodynamically mechanically metalwork he had envisioned in his head—as had been the case with all the shipwrecks he had seen before at NASA.

The spaceship in front of you is not exactly what it is called, it is more like a piece of palace hanging upside down and inserted into the ground, as if some huge palace has been chopped up and thrown here.

When Quill got closer, he found that he was right, it was the minaret of the main hall of a three-quarter Gothic palace, the kind of minaret that was common next to the main hall of a Gothic church.

It is called Gothic because of the fact that Queerna's relatively inexpensive architectural knowledge prevented him from finding a more accurate style to describe the building, which was completely black, with golden streamers on the walls and a starry sky twinkle on the metal decorations.

But at the same time, there is a sense of confusion in the space around it, making it feel as if it doesn't really look like this, but the human brain can only interpret it as such.

"No wonder the director of NASA is convinced that there is a treasure in it......" In front of the huge building, Quill's figure was so small that it was about to disappear, and he stared up at the magnificent remains.

Then he suddenly reacted, hugged his neck and said, "Why didn't I see such a big guy when I was on the mountain?" This—this is not scientific......"

"You can still uphold a scientific heart, which can be called a sign of determination." Rocket Raccoon stared at the building as well, and reached out his paw and patted Quill on the shoulder.

"I don't think it's going to end well if you rush into this, I think we should leave first, and then think about it in the long run."

"You really don't look like a beast, or the opposite of them." Quill said as he took a stride and began to circle the remains, as if trying to find an entrance.

Suddenly, a tremor came from the earth, and Quill was knocked to the ground before he could react, and he tried to steady his body, but at the same time, a low bell rang.

"Winter ...... Winter...... Winter ...... "The world is spinning. Quill covered his ears, but he couldn't stop the bells from seeping in, and he saw that in the shadows of the trees in the moonlight, the terrible sticky tentacles began to twist and move again.

The sticky touch crept up his ankles, then all over his body, then deep into his stomach pouch and intestines, Quill breathing desperately with his mouth wide open, his ears filled with the sound of a scythe sticking out of his eyes piercing the skin of his abdomen.

"Puff, puff, puff......" The eyes that emerged from the chrysalis spurted out of the chrysalis and swayed countless sharp limbs towards the depths of the darkness, and climbed onto the faces of several figures in the darkness, becoming their eyes.

The monster with the eyes is getting closer and closer,

"Poof, poof, poof......" Quill shouted frantically waving his arms, "Don't come, don't come!" Get out of here, get out of here!! ”

"Are you okay? Hey! Hey! Dude, wake up! We're not monsters, we're S.H.I.E.L.D. agents! Can you sober up? The bright light shone on Quill's face, and the stimulation of the light brought him back to his senses, and his arms froze in the air, and when he moved away, he saw the faces of several young men.

"Are you alright? What the hell is wrong with you? The young man's face at the head felt somewhat familiar to Quill, and his mind was suddenly drawn back to the first day of his return to Earth, when he called Lisa next to a newsstand, and at that time, the newsboy who ran past him, holding the front page of the newspaper with the young man's face printed on it.

Peter...... Peter parker? ”

"You see, I'll just say that it works to let Lai Li appease, and everybody trusts Peter Parker." An Asian young man standing behind the leader said, spreading his hand.

"Dude, if you're okay, don't lie on the ground, isn't it cool? Watch your waist. The young Asian man stepped forward and pulled Quill up, who shook his head vigorously, looking unconscious.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask, why are you here? What does it have to do with this mysterious building? ”

"I am, I'm an investigator at NASA." Quill gasped and said, "Who are you?" I don't think S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would be so young. ”

"It's true that we're not official agents, we're just on temporary assignments from S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm Ben Lyri, you can call me Peter Parker, whatever you like, my friends and I were commissioned by S.H.I.E.L.D. to investigate the UFO that fell." Laili stretched out his hand to Quell, who covered his head with one hand and gently shook his hand with the other, and said, "So you are the kind of weirdos with special abilities?" Lyley looked back at his teammates behind him, and there were Wanda, Jarvis, and Xu Shangqi standing behind him, and then he looked back at Quill, nodded and said, "Yes, we all have special abilities, but we are not weirdos." ”

"After all, we didn't fall in the bushes in the middle of the night and shout and scream." Lyri shrugged his shoulders, listening to his relaxed tone, and Quill looked left and right, seeing that there was nothing around.

There were no twisted tentacles, no terrible slime, and he looked down at his abdomen again, there was no monster coming out of his abdomen, everything was an illusion.

"It's nothing, I just fell, my name is Peter Quayle, you can call me Star-Lord, this is my friend Rocket Raccoon." Laili blinked at the raccoon who had jumped on Quill's shoulder, and just as he was about to correct Quill's wording, he heard the raccoon open his mouth and say to him, "Hello, I'm Rocket Raccoon, take back those rude words that you have come to your mouth, I'm not his pet." ”

"Well, okay, sorry." Laili scratched his head, but the gesture of accepting it so easily made Rocket Raccoon a little uncomfortable, deliberately lowered his eyebrows on the side, made a strange expression and said, "Aren't you surprised that I can speak?" ”

"Well, I also know a friend, I also go to his house to play games, he's a talking mouse, I think the two of you might have a common language."

"I don't think so."

"Okay, don't say hello, Laili, didn't you still shout for speedrunning before you came? Let's get in there, whatever we find, pack it up with magic, and throw it at Nick for a headache. Xu Shangqi frowned, he shook his head, feeling a little uncomfortable, Wanda keenly noticed that his mood was a little wrong, so he asked, "What's wrong with you, Xu?" Didn't you go to the Spear Bureau for training some time ago? Or is it not good to control the so-called 'qi'? ”

"I feel like the flow of qi is getting chaotic." Xu Shangqi took a deep breath and said, "I have a little stomach pain, maybe I ate too much at noon, but in short, I'm not very well, let's hurry up and finish the investigation, let's leave quickly." Jarvis reached out to support Xu Shangqi, but Xu Shangqi gently pushed him away, signaling that he didn't need help, and at this time, Laili, who was standing at the front, expressed surprise that Quill was going to go in with him to investigate.

"I'm sorry, I really don't mean to underestimate you, but it's obvious that your current mental and physical state is probably not suitable for ......" Lai Li stopped talking, he looked at Quill, this young man's current state is indeed not very good, it can even be called bad, his face is full of scratches, his face is pale, and his body is full of dirt marks, but there is a strange excitement in his eyes.

"I'm in good shape, believe me, just like you, I need some findings back and I can help." Laili hesitated for a moment, but thinking of his identity as Spider-Man, he glanced back at Wanda again, the ability of several of his own people to explore a wrecked spaceship was more than enough, and it was nothing to bring one more person, even if he was a burden.

So, the group began to look for an entrance around the minaret, their tiny figures weaving in front of the magnificent buildings, almost merging with the darkness.

And at the top of the broken minaret, a huge full moon hangs.

"When we are obsessed with the moon, we ignore the inconspicuous stars hidden in the darkness behind this bright star. There were too many anomalies to remind me to get out of it sooner rather than later, but at that time, I completely ignored them, and like the dregs of those whirlpools that had been swept into the whirlpool, I slid uncontrollably into the dark void of the unknown. ”