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"Phew, it's that nightmare again!"

Stephen Strange, who has experienced the New York War, seriously doubts whether he was born in the wrong world!

Obviously only a few short years have passed, why did he encounter so many disasters?

Every time there is a disaster in New York, he will stay in the city on time to face these disasters.

Whether it was a big snake or a big star, he didn't miss it.

not only that.

In fact, since the various disasters in New York, Strange has been having continuous nightmares, and the frequency of nightmares has become higher and higher and more disorderly.

I often dream of eyes, or the reflection of emerald green.

For nearly half a month, I even had nightmares for half an hour. The most deadly thing was that I slept occasionally, and I even experienced more than one nightmare!
Suffering from mental torment, he still insisted on being on the front line of surgery even so. When he was treating patients during the day, he couldn't help being distracted.

Yesterday, he was undergoing a precise cranial nerve guidance operation, and he felt the vague darkness calling him.

For a moment, he was in a trance, walking on thin ice and trembling.

He seems to have seen some special existence come to the world!

wrong!

Strange woke up again from the nightmare.

"He has come! He is about to appear in this world, and this world is at stake."

Strange sat on the bed, trembling, muttering incoherently.

He saw a green snake this night, and in his dream, the green figure spewed out a breath, and the whole earth was devastated.

When he split the sky and the earth, no power can stop his coming!
Strange's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "Stop, we must stop him from coming! I'm going to that place!"

Then the operation failed, he 'voluntarily' asked for several months' leave, and thoughtfully 'subsidized' some money to the unit.

He packed his backpack and put a bottle of potion into it.

He was convinced of his understanding of the dream, so he turned and walked out of the city.

Strange took the plane and soon came to the desert of Mexico.

It's a pity that he came too late, and the Mexican desert has been bombed to pieces.

"Crack~Crack~"

The sound of footsteps stepping on the crushed ice echoed on the frozen ground. Strange wrapped his clothes and felt the silence of the world of ice and snow.

The icy and snowy land bombed by missiles is no longer so cold, but broken ice can still be seen everywhere.

Strange took a deep breath.

As he got closer and closer to the middle position, he could feel an increasingly heavy darkness, that emerald green darkness!

It was as if streaks of smoke were surrounding the sky, making it difficult for the humans living below to breathe!
The squeezed living space is getting more and more suffocating!

The endless broken walls and ruins reflected a little bit of sunlight. The sunlight itself was relatively dim, and it was almost impossible to illuminate the entire land.

Strange stopped in front of a stone in the ice field.

The stone is exactly where the Sky Child sat cross-legged yesterday.

From this stone, Strange felt a deeper darkness.

Just standing in front of this stone, he felt short of breath, and the anxiety in his brain couldn't stop coming out.

He has a bad feeling!

Strange took out a bottle of potion from his backpack, which was exactly the potion bottle he stuffed into his backpack this morning.

He didn't know where the medicine came from, but after waking up one day, he discovered the existence of the medicine in a daze.

The potion seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to him.

Attracting Strange to absorb the contents of the potion as soon as possible.

He held the potion in his hand, hesitating and not knowing what to do.

He was hesitating whether to drink the medicine, but the doctor's intuition told him not to use medicine from unknown sources.

"Boom!"

The roar of missiles appeared faintly in the sky.

Strange's face changed: "No way? Could there be bombs bombing this area?"

He learned about yesterday's missile cleanup incident from the townspeople in the morning.

Unexpectedly, this kind of thing happened to him the next day!

Countless missiles with flaming tails descended from the sky!

Try to keep cleaning this icy land.

Strange gritted his teeth, looking desperately at the approaching missile.

Knowing that there will be a missile attack, how can you be so impatient and hastily enter this piece of frozen soil!
He didn't hesitate anymore, and drank the potion directly!
In an instant, the frozen soil seemed to disappear before his eyes!

The black mist has descended!
A thick black fog surrounded Strange.

The roar of the missiles did not affect him, as if there was a gap between him and the real world.

In the endless darkness, Strange seemed to hear someone calling his name.

The familiar piercing screams in the dream resurfaced in his ears again. It was the first time he heard such miserable whispers in the real world, which really made people restless.

"Where am I? Did the missile kill me? Am I still alive?"

A pale arm scratched Strange's neck.

Relieved his itching: "After scratching, it's really comfortable."

Strange wiped his face with his hands, staying awake
wait!Wipe your face with your hands?So what is scratching the neck!
Strange was shocked for a moment, and more things flashed in his mind.

Spreading light, flowing lava, pitch-black shadows, and a hazy tree that seems to bear a fruit!
Strange approached the fruit tree full of longing, slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the fruit, and looked at the fruit fascinatedly.

If there is an outsider watching here, he can clearly find that there is no fruit at all, it is an eyeball!
It's a pity that Strange was confused, and there was no way to distinguish between the fruit and the eyeball.

Before Strange could react, he took the fruit directly by mistake!

The fruit entered his mouth and disappeared instantly!

Just as Strange wanted to vomit, he resurfaced, it was a strange eyeball.

It suddenly appeared between Strange's eyebrows! !
Not only that, but two pale arms protruded from his back.

Under Strange's horrified face, he watched in disbelief that his body was changing, and his arms grew out little by little!
Two pale arms were dancing with the wind, Strange didn't dare to move, he could only stare at the two arms dancing freely.

Then, under his horrified gaze, the two arms slowly retracted into Strange's body.

Even that one eyeball gradually closed, no longer exposed.

Although his body had returned to calm, Strange still didn't dare to move.

Who knows if those arms and eyes will suddenly pop out and give him a knife?

Strange fell to the ground, but he was conscious.