The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

"What's that?" Stark asked, wrinkling his eye muscles.

"It's just Dormammu."

Strange leaned very relaxed on the back of the single sofa, put his hands on the armrests, raised his legs and said, "I still have the Great Shadow, the Crimson Lord, and the Hell Lord here... Tony, do you really think Is the existence of these beings so simple?"

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

"Aren't they energy creatures?"

"That's just a performance." After the deep darkness in Strange's eyes faded, his eyes were filled with the wisdom of the Supreme Mage. He clasped his forearms inward again, crossed his fingers, and said in front of him: "Every time The core of a Great Demon God is concepts or rules, not energy."

"The dark dimension is Dormammu's property. He regards it very important. In order to make his property more, he wants to erode the world with darkness, but that is only because of his greed, not the need for survival. .”

"As long as there is darkness in this universe, Dormammu will not die completely. His death is more similar to a deep sleep. The endless sleep replaces the real death. Perhaps only when the universe is destroyed, he will be destroyed along with it."

"In the long history of dealing with such creatures, we have also encountered more weird and terrifying existences. My teacher, Gu Yi, once told me about that twisted and terrifying history. "

Strange and Stark focused their eyes on the black notebook at the same time, and when the focus of their eyes overlapped, Stark looked from Strange.I heard the old stories behind the mages' exploration of the stars.

"In the ancient Hyperion era, wizards have been curious about the back of the stars. They draw magic circles, offer sacrifices, and summon these terrifying existences hidden behind the stars."

"Modern magicians generally believe that those so-called magic circles and sacrifices actually didn't work. It was the wizards' spying on the stars that attracted the attention of these ancient existences."

"When they projected their attention, the wizards gained unparalleled power, but at the same time fell into endless madness and pain. Modern magicians also generally believe that this power is not bestowed by the group of existences, and madness same."

Stark shook his head lightly, indicating that he didn't fully understand. Strange used many ancient and difficult words, some of which were not even human language, but he still said in such an indulging tone:

"The power gained by the wizards is just the aftermath of their descent, and the madness they encounter is only because they look directly at the madness itself. These descended existences do not 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 ignorance."

"They are hidden in the matterless plane deep in the stars, and when the stars return to their places, they will come again."

"Who are they?"

Strange followed Stark's focused gaze back, and then seemed to be in a state of inspiration, spit out a series of words that Stark could not understand, but this language gathered in Stark's mind again Become a name - "Old Lord".

"Forgive me for using a specific vocabulary to describe the crazy story I have experienced. If this is a novel, then I will call it-the old days come back.

But it's not that I've been too negligent to refer to them with vague pronouns, just because the story of finding this name is equally thrilling and exciting, and I have to record it. At the foot of the peak mountain, the expedition to search for the falling objects from the outer space begins.

When the sun went down, the indescribable excitement pushed my back, so I didn't choose to retreat to the base, but took out my flashlight from the mountaineering bag, and illuminated the dark road I was about to embark on..."

Schiller in front of the desk raised his pen and looked out the window with sleepy eyes. The sun finally rose, and the blazing light became brighter and brighter. The light flickered suddenly. s face.

He walked through the jungle with difficulty, using the crutch in his hand to push aside the thick bushes from time to time, and walked forward with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

"For the sake of my just saving your life, can't you just listen to me?! We should go back to the base now instead of continuing to go deeper!" Whispering in his ear, he said, "You still say you are not afraid of heights? Then how do you explain why you fainted standing on the top of such a high branch?!"

Quill pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic, he turned his head aside and said, "Thank you for saving me with the hook rope and not breaking my spine, but that was actually just an accident, I think I'm in a very bad state. good."

Rocket Raccoon sighed deeply, and did not persuade him any more. Quill quickened his pace, and the plume of smoke from the spaceship crash was getting closer and closer to him.

After a few minutes, pushing away the fallen leaves of a dense broad-leaved plant, Quill finally saw the wrecked spaceship.

"God. What is this?!"

Quayle's shocked expression couldn't be more shocking, because what appeared in front of him was not at all the exquisite, minimalist, hydrodynamic metalwork he had envisioned in his mind-everything he had seen before at NASA. .

It is not accurate to call the spaceship in front of it a spaceship. It is more like a fragment of a palace hanging upside down and inserted into the ground, as if a certain huge palace was chopped into pieces and then thrown here casually.

Quill got closer, and he found that his judgment was correct. It should be the steeple of the main hall of the three-quarter Gothic palace, which is the kind of steeple-like building that is often found next to the main hall of Gothic churches.

The reason why it is called Gothic is because Quillna's lack of architectural knowledge made him unable to find any other more accurate style to describe this building. It is black all over, with golden streamers on the walls, metal The decoration is sparkled with stars and stars.

But at the same time, the space around it has a sense of confusion, making people feel that it doesn't really grow like this, but the human brain can only understand it like this.

"No wonder the director of NASA firmly believes that there is a treasure inside..."

In front of the huge building, Quill's figure was so small that he almost disappeared. He raised his head and stared at the magnificent remains.

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

"You can still uphold a scientific heart now, which can be called a firm will." Rocket Raccoon also stared at the building, and stretched out his paw to pat Quill's shoulder.

"I don't think you will have a good end if you enter here rashly. I think we should leave first and then discuss in the long run."

"You really don't look like a wild beast, or quite the opposite of them." Quill said while taking steps, and began to circle the remains, as if trying to find an entrance.

Suddenly, a tremor came from the ground, and Quill fell to the ground before he could react. He tried his best to stabilize his body, but at the same time, a low bell rang.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Turn around.

Quill covered his ears, but he couldn't stop the infiltration of the bell at all. He saw that in the shadow of the big tree under the moonlight, those terrible sticky tentacles began to twist and move again.

The sticky feeling climbed up his ankles, then his whole body, and then penetrated into his stomach and intestines. Quill opened his mouth wide and breathed desperately, his ears were full of punctures from the hook protruding from his eyes. The sound of my own belly skin.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The eyes gushing out of the chrysalis flew towards the depths of the darkness with countless sharp limbs, and climbed onto the faces of several figures in the darkness, becoming their eyes.

The monster with eyes got closer and closer, "Puff, puff, puff..."

Quill waved his arms frantically and shouted: "Don't come here, don't come here! Get out, get out of here!!!!"

"Are you alright? Hey! Hey! Dude, wake up! We're not monsters, we're Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.! Can you wake up?"

Bright light shone on Quill's face, and the stimulation of the light brought him back to his senses. His arms froze in mid-air, and when he moved away, he saw the faces of several young people.

"Are you okay? What's the matter with you?"

The face of the young man at the head made Quill feel a little familiar, and his thoughts were suddenly brought back to the first day on Earth. He called Lisa next to a newsstand, and at that time, running away from him The newspaper boy in the past, the headline of the newspaper in his hand was printed with this young man's face.

"Peter...Peter Parker?"

"Look, let me tell you that it is effective for Riley to appease you. Everyone trusts Peter Parker." An Asian young man standing behind the leader said, spreading his hands.

"Dude, if you're fine, don't lie on the ground, isn't it cold? Watch out for your waist." The Asian young man stepped forward and pulled Quill up. Quill shook his head vigorously, looking not sober.

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

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

"We are not official agents, we just received a temporary mission from S.H.I.E.L.D., I am Ben Riley, you can also call me Peter Parker, whatever you like, my friends and I are entrusted by S.H.I.E.L.D. Come and investigate the UFO that fell."

Riley stretched out his hand to Quill, who covered his head with one hand, and gently shook his hand with the other hand, and said, "So you are the kind of weirdo with special abilities?"

Riley looked back at his teammates behind him, there were Scarlet Witch Wanda, Jarvis and Xu Shangqi standing behind him, then he looked back at Quill, nodded and said: "Yes, we all We have special abilities, but none of us are weirdos."

"After all, we didn't fall down in the bushes in the middle of the night shouting and screaming." Riley shrugged, listening to his relaxed tone, Quill looked around and found that there was nothing around.

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

"It's nothing, I just fell down, my name is Peter Quill, you can also call me Star Lord, this is my friend Rocket Raccoon."

Riley blinked and looked at the raccoon who had jumped onto Quill's shoulder. He was about to correct Quill's wording when he heard the raccoon open its mouth and say to him, "Hello, I'm Rocket Raccoon. Take back the impolite words that have come to your lips, I am not his pet."

"Well, okay, I'm sorry." Riley scratched his head, but Rocket Raccoon was a little uncomfortable with such an easy-to-accept gesture. He deliberately lowered his eyebrows and made a strange expression: "You treat me Don't you feel surprised that you can talk?"

"Uh, I also know a friend. I often go to his house to play games. He is a talking mouse. I think you two may have a common language."

"I don't think so."

"Okay, everyone, stop the pleasantries, Riley, didn't you still clamor for speedrunning before you came? Let's go in quickly, and whatever we find, use magic to pack it up, and then throw it to Nick for a headache."

Xu Shang frowned angrily. He shook his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. Wanda keenly noticed that something was wrong with his mood, so he asked, "What's wrong with you, Xu? Didn't you go to the Shenspear Bureau for training a while ago?" Are you still unable to control the so-called 'Qi'?"

"I feel that the flow of Qi is becoming chaotic." Xu Shangqi took a deep breath and said, "I have a little stomachache, maybe I ate too much at noon, but anyway, I'm not feeling well, let's finish the investigation quickly, Let's go now."

Jarvis reached out to support Xu Shangqi, but Xu Shangqi gently pushed him away, indicating that he didn't need help. At this time, Riley, who was standing at the front, expressed surprise that Quill wanted to go in to investigate together.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean to underestimate you, but it's obvious that your current mental and physical state may not be suitable..."

Riley hesitated to speak, he looked at Quill, the young man's current condition 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 covered with traces of mud, but his eyes There is an abnormal excitement in it.

"I'm in good shape. Believe me, just like you, I also need some investigation results to go back to work. I can help."

Riley hesitated for a moment, but when he thought of his identity as Spider-Man, he looked back at Wanda. The abilities of the few of them to explore a crashed spaceship were more than enough, and it was okay to bring one more person, even if he was a burden.

So, a group of people began to look for the entrance around the steeple, and their small figures shuttled in front of the magnificent building, almost merging with the darkness.

On the top of the shattered spire, a huge full moon hangs.

"When we are obsessed with the moon, we ignore the inconspicuous stars hidden in the dark behind this bright star.

Too many abnormalities reminded me that I should get out as soon as possible, but at that time, I completely ignored them, like those residues caught in the vortex, sliding down unstoppably towards the unknown dark void. "

Most of the descriptions of hallucinations in this unit come from the hallucinations that the author saw when he was not in a good state of mind