In an instant, countless strange-shaped creations filled Zhang Yu's mind.

On how to find a corresponding carrier for a big-eyed ball, this is a very magical topic, and Zhang Yu's mind is full of all kinds of Cthulhu deformities.

What a one-eyed alien, a cyclops, a corrupted one-eyed queen, a deteriorated one-eyed fish-man aberration, and so on.

Thinking gradually drifted away, Zhang Yu couldn't help but shake his head, and removed these crazy and cool strange things from his mind.

No way, in a world with superheroes, this weird existence is still too advanced aesthetically.

Zhang Yu believes that if these creations in his imagination are really created by him, then any one of them can trigger a grand scene of the Avengers gathering.

This is contrary to his low-key thinking all along, so it can be deformed, but on the surface, he still has to do something, at least a little more normal.

Finding a carrier for an all-knowing pupil is indeed a lot of options

Thinking like this, a guy wearing a red cloud and black robe suddenly appeared in Zhang Yu's mind, in the memory of his previous life, it seems that there is indeed a similar scene in an anime.

Raising his right hand, a faint green flame instantly jumped out from Zhang Yu's fingertips, and the next moment, the basketball-sized observer's eye was also covered with green flames.

Burned by this flame, the observer's eye showed an instinctive change for the first time, it constantly writhed its body, I don't know if it was dazzling, Agatha actually saw pain and fear in the eyes of the observer's eye!

"Here we go."

Zhang Yu opened his mouth lightly, and at the same time, he also communicated with Miss Time in his mind about the specific steps to transform the observer's eye, after all, manpower is still not easy, and it is much easier to calculate with Miss Time, a large-scale intelligent product.

The dark green flames continued to rise, and many sparks burst out under the struggle of the eyeballs, and in the continuous burning, the body surface of the eyeballs also began to change drastically.

I saw pieces of silver fish scales suddenly appear, covering the back half of the eyeballs, this strange scene really made Agatha's face stiffen.

But Zhang Yu frowned slightly, and with a wave of his finger, the flames became more intense.

"Not this."

In the midst of the green flames, the tentacles of the octopus emerged, and mucus-dripping blood bumps continued to grow from the surface of the eyeballs, making the corners of Agatha's eyes twitch.

"It's not this either." Zhang's fingers waved again.

The sparks erupted, and the tentacles gradually retracted, and this time, the eyeballs changed even more.

I saw small eyes slowly open from the huge eyeballs, and they blinked like stars, twinkling and twinking, curiously looking at the surroundings.

Staring at those eyes, Agatha only felt her soul tremble and goosebumps all over her body.

"Well, it's definitely not that."

Zhang Yu was also a little unacceptable, he hurriedly continued to urge the flames in his hand, wrapping the entire eyeball inside.

Perhaps it was this time that Zhang Yu exerted his energy with all his might, and the struggle of the huge eyeball became more obvious, it constantly twitched and changed in mid-air, all kinds of deformed appearances flashed away, and Agatha even saw the arms of a praying mantis and the wings of a butterfly.

Finally, under Zhang Yu's continuous increase in the energy of abstract magic, the struggle of the eyeballs gradually weakened, and several feathers burning with flames fell in the air, and the sound of 'fluttering robes' wings also sounded in midair.

Zhang Yu and Agatha watched this scene intently, and in the midst of the flames, an ink-colored bird was waving its wings, constantly flapping its wings.

"Wow-wow-wow!"

Three piercing cries rang out, and the bird burst out of the flames and flew into the air and circled.

Seeing the magical life created by his own hands, Zhang Yu's eyes were filled with joy, and at the same time, he also began to communicate with the big black bird in the sky through his magical connection with the other party.

Sensing Zhang Yu's call, the big black bird circled for a while, then immediately swooped down and landed firmly on Zhang Yu's shoulder.

Yes, since their code names are 'Witch Crows', then their summons should naturally be Crows, not to mention that this is a Crow with the Eye of an Observer, in a sense, this is also a real 'Death Bird'.

Seeing the crow's affectionate appearance towards Zhang Yu, Agatha couldn't help but take two steps back.

She hadn't forgotten what this harmless looking crow had been like, and the dark wizard had stuffed something indescribable into the crow's body, and what horrified Agatha the most was that she couldn't see through it.

Whatever was hidden in the crow's body, but now, it had become undetectable, and in the eyes of others, it was a crow, an ordinary crow.

Without the idea of staying here any longer, Agatha turned around and left without saying a word, anyway, she had already completed Zhang Yu's request, and at this moment, she didn't want to stay in this place at all.

She wasn't even ready to say hello to Zhang Yu, maybe for her, the connection with Zhang Yu's strange and unknown existence was best as little as possible.

Agatha's departure was seen by Zhang Yu, but he didn't open his mouth to stop the other party, maybe Agatha is one of the only high-end combat forces left in the wasteland, but he has more important things to do now

Smiling slightly, Zhang Yu stroked the crow's smooth feathers and slowly spoke.

"Show me what you're capable of, tell me, where is that rat hiding?"

The other side.

On the back side of the reality dimension, in the gap of the material shadow, Baron Mordo was in a very poor state at this time.

Having lost the magical red rope that Agatha had woven for him, his body was now undergoing the ravages of time, and without the help of magic, now the time he had rejected had found him again.

"Nope! It shouldn't be like this! ”

Baron Mordo painfully knocked over a bookshelf that contained the only remaining records of magic in the wasteland.

In the past, Baron Mordo was careful to handle these things, but now, he can no longer care about these things outside his body, he struggled to get up, step by step towards the dark god book.

He knew that the only thing that could help him now was the Dark Divine Book, and if he couldn't use a spell to stop the time that had befallen him, it wouldn't be long before he would become an old man on the verge of death.

Wisps of white silk were drawn from Baron Mordo's head, and in an instant, he changed from a heroic man of about forty years old to an old man with white hair and wrinkles, and at this moment, even the battle clothes on his body became a lot looser.

But he couldn't care so much anymore, looking at the Dark Divine Book in front of him, Baron Mordo's eyes were full of eagerness, and he slowly stretched out his hand and probed towards the Dark Divine Book.

However, there was a hand that was faster than him.

I saw the purple portal open abruptly, and a large hand wearing rubber gloves quickly stretched out, grabbing the dark god book before Baron Mordo.

(End of chapter)