Shadow of the Beautiful World

Strange was angry.

This former genius surgeon used to be arrogant and had an unbearable bad temper, but after becoming a spellcaster, he realized that a bad heart would seriously hinder magic practice.

Therefore, under Xuanlan's suggestion, Strange struggled with his bad temper for a while at first.

His temper is much better now. After witnessing the world under the veil of mystery, Strange has become humble and stable. He can clearly recognize the power he possesses, and he can also use his mind to control out-of-control emotions.

This change surprised Dr. Palmer Christine.

In their spare time, the relationship and private life of the two have also become quite emotional.

But this does not mean that Strange has completely given up his inner persistence and pride.

He just kept it hidden.

But now, on the battlefield for the supremacy, the behavior of Master Mordo made Strange feel extremely angry.

Based on strength considerations, Strange has basically given up fighting for victory, and he wants to bring a ray of light to this desperate world before quitting.

Shazam's righteous deeds are precious, and as another disciple of Lord Raven, Strange, who is deeply inspired, also hopes to walk with the hero.

He was not angry at the sneak attack just now.

Before entering the battle, he was mentally prepared for intrigue, alliance and betrayal.

What really made him unacceptable was that when everyone else was fighting to save the world, Modu, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually tried to use public tools for private use.

This lens was born to fight against evil spirits. It is not a tool used for private desires, let alone...

Strange stubbornly stood in front of the high-temperature solar lens. He held a battle ax, carried a battle spear, and had a crystal wand stuck in his waist.

His left hand squeezed out a rather strange sign, and between the abnormal trembling of the magic power on the edge of his body, he said to Modu in front of him:

I have a promise with this world!

I made a promise!

I, a weakling, already have a reason to fight! Back down! Final warning!

The scorching and hotter light converged into a dancing light behind the wild mage, and the lowermost lens was being baked and lit by the high-intensity heat beam gathered from below. Only one button was needed to activate the entire lens system.

But under such a huge heat baking, the time for this extremely destructive lens system to fully operate must be very short.

Just like Dormammu said to Modu.

This thing is a one-time thing. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult for Modu to hit the mighty Dum hard.

Modu, who is carrying a heavy expectation to move forward, also has a reason to fight.

He held ten fingers on the hilts of the two invisible blades and moved them. He didn't make any answer. In his pure black eyes, there was a light that couldn't be wiped away.

hum

The stone under Modu's feet cracked, and inspired by his will, the battle mage rushed towards Strange, who was blocking the way, like a hawk pouncing on his food.

bring it on!

The wild mage felt the throbbing in his heart.

This was the first time in his career as a spellcaster that he took the initiative to challenge someone far stronger than himself.

He kicked off the battle with a roar. He swung the black sharp ax in his hand and slashed at the battle mage in front of him. The black shiny ax blade was blocked by Modu's sharp blade.

Seeing that the battle mage's other sword was about to pierce Strange's body at the moment of the fight, it seemed that the victory had been decided.

hum

The seal of Strange's left hand twisted, and the magic power gathered outside his body trembled and exploded. Another pair of phantom-like arms leaped out behind the Wild Mage, clenched heavy fists, and hit the shoulders of Mage Mordo from left to right.

Caught off guard, the battle mage was repelled.

In front of his eyes, Strange's arms were waving, and three human figures exactly like him rushed out of his body, one left and one right.

The three Stranges held battle axes, battle spears and wands and launched a countercharge towards Mordo, and the remaining one kept taking enough technological explosives from the magic pocket as support.

There is no difference between the four figures, and under the gaze of eyes infused with magic power, no difference can be seen.

Supreme Illusion-Shape of Aikon...

On the battlefield filled with the halo of the sun lens, Strange with an ax entangled Mordo, and he attacked from behind with a spear, while Strange with a wand in his hand flew in the air, constantly grasping himself The magic is thrown to the ground.

He used a triangular combat system to force Modu, who was stronger than him, into a rather embarrassing situation. Judging from the proficiency in cooperating with each other, this was definitely not Strange's temporary intention.

This magic should be the hole card he prepared for himself.

Mage Mordo, who was repelled by Strange for a few steps, raised his head, and saw behind Strange with the axe, the supporting phantom took out a heavy rocket reflector from the magic pocket, and carried it on his shoulder superior.

boom

A terrifying explosion lit up in the darkness. Supporter Strange dropped the rocket launcher in his hand and grabbed two modified assault rifles from the ground.

Amidst the thunderous vibrations, the whip with tracer bullets swept towards Modu who kept dodging.

The high-frequency attacks of holy silver bullets made Modu unable to maintain the shield at all.

The black battle ax whizzed and hit the grizzled Mordo's staggered sharp blades, and the spear-wielding wild mage rushed out of the darkness. With the blessing of magic, his speed was extremely fast, like a deadly assassin.

The alien-shaped trident from Proxima Centauri was opened at the front end, and the three separate sharp blades shone with black luster.

The divine power of death, death upon touch.

boom

Modu dropped the weapon in his left hand, swung his arm backwards, and a light wheel spinning like a disk flashed in his palm, blocking the next trident coming behind him like a shield.

This action made his defense unbalanced, and the Cruciatus Curse thrown by Strange, the spellcaster in the sky, the spell acting on his body was rapidly strengthened, and a sharp pain burst from his body.

The sharp blade he held in one hand couldn't stop Strange's heavy axe from slashing, so he could only keep backing away.

The golden magic ring shining in the hands is like a shield, and the constant collision with the weapon makes the golden light jump endlessly in the air.

With one-on-four, Modu seemed a little flustered when his strength was not completely crushed.

But orderly in chaos, as Kama Taj's best battle mage, he has experienced more dangerous scenes.

While dodging the heavy ax slashing sideways, Modu swung his left hand with the hanging ring, and threw a circular portal at the foot of the spear-wielding wild mage, and closed it in the next second.

The space tear attached to the circular portal cut off the Strange who fell to the ground.

Kill one!

Another portal also appeared under his feet, and his whole body fell into the portal under his feet with his back turned like a parachute jump.

The heavy ax that Strange slashed was only a hair away from tearing his skin, but in the jump of light, Mordo narrowly avoided the blow.

hum

His figure reappeared a few meters away, together with several grenades thrown by the supporters. The explosion at close range made Modu suffer the blow from the frontal firepower and blocked his sight.

He jumped up from the ground, dodging the roaring tomahawk, and a red halo emerged in the air, like suspended stones, allowing Modu to jump in the air by stepping on those halos.

He wanted to distance himself and use magic to get rid of the remaining three Stranges.

But in one final jump, the wild mage, who was throwing spells in the air, finally took his chance.

The crystal wand waved, and a binding spell fell on the jumping Modu. The black magic chains jumped out of the air, wrapped tightly around Modu's legs, and made him smash to the ground in embarrassment.

In the next second, another missile came over with a mixed sound, and hit Modu's abdomen head-on. The violent explosion shattered the ground around Modu.

you lose!

Amidst the pungent gunpowder smoke, the wild mage holding the ax rushed forward a few steps. Seeing that the battle mage who was wounded in the abdomen was about to stand up, the battle ax he held in both hands swiftly fell down.

There is also a red light spot falling on his forehead. Farther away, the supporter Strange is half-kneeling on the ground in a standard tactical action, holding a handful of black, transformed by the Mechanicus. anti-materiel sniper rifle.

In the sky, the spellcaster Strange's crystal wand glowed with a green halo.

The Killing Curse is ready to go.

In the triple desperate situation, the wild mage Strange turned over his hole cards at the last moment, successfully reversed the situation, and sent Modu, who was completely unprepared for the battle, to the death of failure.

But who would have thought that this weakest person, who has been neglected and has the lowest sense of existence, also has such sharp fangs?

Modu's black eyes saw the black battle ax slashing down on his head.

His face is expressionless.

And Strange, the closest berserker, could see that a strange black mark was taking shape on Master Mordo's forehead.

A feeling of extreme danger exploded in his heart.

But he gritted his teeth and continued to slash the battle axe. Behind him, the high-speed spinning pointed bullet also whizzed towards him, and the killing curse in the sky also descended like a judgment version.

boom

Black light sprang up in the heat-illuminated land.

Like a blazing but extremely cold flame, a dark energy erupted in Mordo's body, like a beast released from the darkness. Under Strange's pressure, the Battle Mage also opened the own cards.

It's a pity, this is not for the wild mage in front of him.

boom

Berserker Strange was the first to be engulfed by the black light.

In the next second, his whole body was covered in blood, as if bitten by a terrifying beast, he was thrown out fiercely, hitting the scorching ground in front of the sun lens like a stone.

Standing up, Modu looked extremely frightening. The black energy was bubbling endlessly on his body, making Modu look like he was wearing a black coat. His eyes were black and shiny, and that kind of light made him People feel extremely uncomfortable.

He spread his five fingers, and the silver pointed bullet melted in his hand.

This demon walker-like guy raised his head, completely ignoring the several missiles blasted by the supporter Strange, allowing the explosives to explode on his body.

Fire, explosions, and impact can't hurt him.

He tilted his head and looked at Strange, the spellcaster who threw the Killing Curse again in the sky. With a low snap of his fingers, the dark power erupted in the shadows like the mouth of a giant beast, tearing and swallowing the spellcaster into it.

The crystal wand fell from the sky, and the treasure hit the ground.

The supporter Strange was still roaring and pouring firepower at the demon Modu. Those bullets mixed with holy silver bombarded Modu's body surface, splashing a little bit of starlight.

boom

The melted bullet in Mordo's hand was thrown out by him, and the twisted silver liquid formed spikes in the air, easily piercing through the magic shield of the supporter Strange and piercing his forehead.

In the splash of blood, this last phantom also dissipated.

Modu's figure disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he came to the side of the berserker Strange. Strange, who was covered in blood, wanted to stand up, but was kicked by Modu.

Nice magic.

He stepped on Strange's chest, looked down at the wild mage with those black eyes, and said in that weird double accent:

But my hole cards are more powerful, don't let yourself suffer any more, get out!

The blood-stained wild mage gritted his teeth and grabbed Modu's feet with both hands. He just looked at this guy who drew strength from the darkness, and said:

Winning is not you! Winning is the devil.

You lost, Modu, you even lost yourself... Now you really let those who have expectations of you feel disappointed...

I don't!

A fierce light flashed in Mordo's eyes, and his movements of stepping on Strange's chest became more and more violent. Amid the overwhelmed groans of the Wild Mage, he roared like crazy:

This is all for victory! For the glory of the Supreme! You... a wild mage like you, you don't understand that kind of weight at all!

cough

Strange, who was stepped on his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, which made him look even more embarrassed, but he still refused to give in. The pride in his bones made him raise his head, and continued to shout to the enchanted Modu:

I don't understand!

We wild mages don't have so much pride and glory, but at least I know! Modu, I know! Even a weak person like me is still fighting for the right thing.

But you, you gave in first!

Think about what you have done! You have shamed the inheritance you guarded, so wake up!

Of course Mordo won't wake up.

Due to the particularity of this world, the dark lord Dormammu could not put more power into Modu's body, nor could he completely control the mind of this talented mage.

But in the situation where Modu needs its power to win, it is difficult for Modu himself to wake up.

Since you don't want to be decent, then I will help you be decent!

Modu sneered, he raised his foot like a battle ax held high, and he was about to step on it in the next moment.

but...

boom

A sound similar to the explosion of a heavy gun sounded outside the darkness, and behind Modu, there also appeared a black, blood-like wave.

Mordo and Strange looked back at the same time.

In the night illuminated by the dim light, a strange legion has rushed into this area at some point.

And the one at the head is the old bartender with a hunched waist, abnormal eyeballs on his shoulders, and cloudy eyes. His face is covered with black horny skin, but he is dressed in a clean, blue military uniform.

There are many shining medals on his chest, which seems to mean that he was once a big man.

boom

The heavy firearm that the old man held in both hands rang again, something like a grenade roared towards him, knocking back Mo Du in the explosion.

The old man skillfully ejected the bullet casings, and commanded the alienated monsters behind him to charge into the battlefield roaring like wild beasts. In the mountains and forests further back, there were still armed vehicles from this world roaring forward.

This is a legion.

Probably the last legion that can still fight in this world.

The old man tried his best to straighten his back. Standing on a rock, he shouted to Strange who got up from the ground:

A hero never walks alone, my friend.

It did take some time to convince the 'old friends' to accompany me to my death, but I keep my promise, you are helping us, so... we, are here to help you too!