Shadow of the Beautiful World

The shape of Aiken.

This is a super-level magic, and it is one of the methods used by Raven Maharaja to suppress the bottom of the box.

Outside the battlefield of the battle, seeing his disciple using this magic, Merlin suddenly narrowed his eyes.

That's not what he taught.

No matter in terms of magic power or endurance, Strange still couldn't fully master the super-order illusion.

His state at this time is more of a theoretical simulation of the shape of Aikon, rather than actually releasing this magic.

This can be seen from the fact that only three phantoms have been separated.

Strange has the ability of secret scrolls, perhaps, he learned from those secret scrolls that no one can understand except him and Ancient One.

Stephen, you really gave me a big surprise.

Raven said softly, and then turned his attention to the real-time projection.

There, the battle situation has taken a new turn.

In the battlefield surrounding the sun lens, the enchanted Modu is easily slaughtering those monsters alienated by chaos in various ways.

They are numerous in number, but their individual strength is too weak.

And after they are completely alienated into flesh and blood monsters, it will be difficult for these guys to use weapons to increase their destructive power.

They can only fight like beasts.

They are weak, and their threat to the enchanted Modu is infinitely zero.

But the real trouble is the half-alienated soldiers like that old man.

There are not many of them, just a few hundred people, but because this world has been fighting against forces like chaos in the past ten years, the civilization of this world has a set of corresponding chaos before it collapses. combat system.

Sun lenses are just one of these wacky weapons.

The natives of this world can fight against chaos, which means that they have weapons to suppress dark energy.

Although civilization has collapsed, the surviving warriors hold weapons and can still cause trouble to the enchanted Modu.

After all, as the Dark Lord, Dormammu also seems to favor the dark and chaotic side of the power it bestows.

whoosh

A strange-looking black missile roared and smashed towards Modu. The latter raised his fist, and a black energy claw grabbed towards the sky, blasting the missile in the air, but the explosion of the missile seemed to contain other strange things .

Silver debris fell onto the battlefield like a storm of ash, and Mordo felt as if he was walking in hot magma where the debris covered the ground, making him very, very uncomfortable.

Go activate the lens!

The old man holding a heavy gun raised his skinny fingers and gestured behind him.

The intensity of the metal storm shot from the rear increased again, the terrifying bullet storm hit Modu's body, more missiles fell from the sky, and the continuous explosions caused the bewitched monster to be severely hurt.

In this hail of bullets, the alienated old man aimed his gun at the bewitched Mordo, and shouted to Strange:

We are no match for this monster, but until we die, friend...we won't let him bother you!

He pulled the trigger and fired another special bullet emitting blue light, knocking back Mordo who was pounced on Strange. Seeing Mordo rushing towards him, the old man shouted in a pitch-shifted voice :

Go, save the world! Please...

The wild mage covered the wound in his heart, he staggered and ran to the sun lens behind him.

He could hear the roars of those soldiers who were alienated but still fighting for this world when they were killed by Modu. He didn't have to look back, he could perceive the sounds of those soldiers from the constant explosions behind him. determined.

They are no longer pure beings, they are lured into the abyss by evil forces, and they still hope to make a final contribution to their world before they completely lose their minds.

Fight the last battle with the remaining lives that are no longer worth cherishing.

Facing a strong enemy, shoot the last bullet, kill the enemy with the grenade in your hand, laugh and despise death, fight and die for hope that may not exist.

They know they can't win.

But they came anyway.

Just for an illusory promise, just to see a ray of afterglow in the darkness.

They don't ask for much.

Not much really.

ah!

Strange could feel blood gushing from the wound with every movement.

It was painful, excruciatingly painful.

But behind him, those soldiers are using their lives to stop Mo Du for him. They are just a group of ordinary people. The curse has not made them stronger. They may pay the price of complete annihilation, but they can only weakly hinder Modu's footsteps. .

What they could win for Strange was only a few dozen seconds.

How could the wild mage waste the short time that was exchanged for annihilation with blood and noble souls.

ah!

He roared, using his will to suppress the bursting pain in his body, and in a staggering but crazy posture, he threw himself at the hot sun lens that had been burned by the heat in front of him.

Blood dripped from the wound.

Every drop of blood that fell on the ground would be burned instantly, and behind Strange, there was a wisp of white smoke.

That is the gesture of life being burned.

boom

Strange flung himself on the console of the sunlens.

Mordo's attack just now destroyed the joystick, making it impossible for Strange to lock the target in a conventional way. He couldn't stay away from the mechanism when the sun lens was activated, and could only fine-tune the orientation manually.

This meant that he also had to bear the attack of that terrifying heat.

you will die!

Behind Strange, the enchanted Mordo left the old man whose arm had been torn off. He roared and rushed towards Strange, shouting:

You can't stand the heat! You're going to die! Stupid! Don't do anything stupid!

Don't you know? We wild mages are a bunch of lunatics...

At the moment when the sun lens is activated, in the beam of light sprayed like the noon sun.

Strange raised his head proudly, on that bloody face, in those bright eyes, there was a touch of crazy excitement.

What we lunatics will do, you, a noble inheritor of the Holy Land... will not understand!

Modu, Falk squid!

This is Strange's final response to Mordo.

He raised his head, stood on the brighter and brighter console, his left hand pierced into the broken joystick, his right hand raised, and his middle finger was raised on his bloody hand, like a final mockery.

boom

The heat drawn from the ground is like a shining dragon. The moment Strange pulls the joystick, it is like a jumping arc, jumping rapidly on the complicated and cumbersome lens system.

Thousands of concave-convex mirrors use special settings to concentrate the energy of those light beams each time they are fired, until when they reach the highest point, the light beams have converged into substantial energy.

That's the sun's rays.

Just as hot as the corona, no, even hotter than the sun.

After all, it was ignited by the blood of warriors, destined to bring the last ray of light to this dark world.

called hope.

whoosh

That beam of light was lased out by the slight adjustment of the concave-convex mirror on the top.

In the pain of being burned by the raging flames, Strange used the last ounce of will to lock on the cursed flesh floating in the sky of the Eastern Continent in a general position.

In fact, the mass of flesh floating in the sky like a huge island was a very obvious target, and Strange didn't even need to make fine manipulations.

Like a target.

boom

The whole world is illuminated.

Under the crimson starlight, a golden beam shot out from the center of the Western Continent, like a deadly arrow fired by a god drawing a war bow.

It streaks across dark lands.

across the muddy sea.

across the dead night sky.

Under Doom's gaze, under Strange's roar, under the fear of the great evil spirit trembling and trying to turn around and run away, the golden arc roared and hit its body.

At the moment of contact, the cursed flesh was ignited.

The destructive power of this scorching scorching sun is even stronger than that of the Rubik's Cube thrown by Dum when it exploded.

The fire is burning, the fire is shining.

In less than a second, the beam of light from the sun lens pierced through the cursed flesh and blood body, like a golden long sword, completely piercing through from front to back.

The golden flame caused by the extremely high temperature ignited from the center of the evil spirit's flesh and blood, and during the burning, the night of the whole world was illuminated.

It's like golden sunshine.

boom

Under the burning of high temperature, the system of the solar lens was burned 5 seconds after it was turned on, and the energy device buried deep underground also shut down due to overload, and the dazzling light quickly converged.

The residual temperature also quickly returned to normal.

Under the deformed tower, in the exploding wreckage, Stephen Strange, who was badly burned, had only his last breath left.

His whole body was severely burned, like a burned dry black skeleton, but the power from magic was still protecting him, at least protecting his last thoughts.

He saw the golden light, the burst of light in the sky.

Confused, he wanted to raise his hand and touch the light that was right in front of him, but he couldn't.

He could only look at the golden arc of light shining in front of him with a kind of relieved gaze.

He also seems to be transformed into a light, illuminating this dark world.

In front of Strange, on the burned and cracked ground, Modu, who threw himself into the flames at the last moment, was lying weakly not far from the wild mage like a seriously injured person.

There is power from Dormammu in his body, and in the roasting of extremely positive energy, that made Modu suffer more torture and more pain.

But the scorching sun also drove Dormammu's consciousness away from Modu's body, allowing him to regain his sanity.

He looked at the dying Strange with a look of shame.

He said in a difficult tone:

Wild Mage, you won...

Strange was already powerless to answer.

His consciousness entered the blur of flashbacks. When he was about to leave the battlefield, he turned his head hard and looked at the old man lying on the stone covered with corpses.

The latter was looking at the golden flames burning in the sky with a blank expression.

That light shone in the forest, shone on the old man's ugly face covered with black horny, shone on his military uniform stained with foul-smelling blood, shone on the medals that had been wiped clean.

How long had it been since he, and the world, had seen such a light?

too long.

It's been so long, so long that they have forgotten the feeling of being illuminated by the light.

Is this feeling warm?

The old man who was illuminated by the faint light turned his head as if feeling something, he saw Strange wrapped in white light, and also saw the latter's severely burned, uglier and hideous face , that last touch of a smile.

He did it.

That stranger, did what he promised, he helped the world...

ah!

The old man watched Strange disappear in the white light. After losing his left arm, he felt a kind of anger burning his mind. He struggled to get up, grabbed a black pistol from the ground with one hand, and staggered towards Mordo. come.

He pointed the pistol at Mordo and was about to pull the trigger.

But the next moment, Modu stood up.

The battle mage ignored the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, and he looked towards the eastern sky, where the burning light was rushing towards the western continent.

Like a setting sun.

that evil spirit...

It wants to manipulate the body that is about to be burned, and die with this continent.

Do me a favor.

Modu shook his finger, opened a golden portal beside him, and said to the old man with the gun:

Go to your sanctuary, and tell the heroic spirits who protect the sanctuary...

The collapse of flesh and blood is not the end for the evil spirit. If you want to completely kill the crazy evil spirit and truly save this world, you must annihilate its spirit body again.

As he spoke, Modu straightened his charred robe, took a deep breath, and began to muster the dark magic power that belonged to Dormammu that remained in his body.

It was like a pair of black wings spread out behind his back.

He looked back at the old man one last time, and said:

give me a chance...

Let me... redemption!

After speaking, he rushed into the sky like a black sword.

Modu squeezed his inner mind and gathered the magic power in his body in a collapsed way. The magic power that belonged to him, the magic power that Dormammu left in his body, and all the power that could be mobilized, were all utterly suppressed. Gather with mercy.

Modu's eyes turned dark black again.

But this time, the light in his eyes no longer hesitated.

He bumped into the falling, burning flesh and blood. In the high air, black energy pulled out a straight line. The flesh and blood collapsed due to the out-of-control magic power, and the terrifying pain washed over Mo Du's heart.

He looked at the ferocious burning flesh, and he greeted it in a suicidal manner.

He didn't opt ​​out.

He didn't even think about leaving the battlefield alive.

I'm sorry I let you down, brothers, mentor...

I'm here to redeem...

He closed his eyes and said something softly.

The next moment, the black light collided with the golden burning flesh, like a nuclear bomb detonated in the sky.

The evil spirits drove the flesh and blood to try to hit the western continent, and the malicious intent to destroy the continent was completely shattered in the explosion.

In this final heavy blow, its body completely collapsed, and the golden flames hit the muddy sea below like a rain of light.

On the top of the mountain, under the silent gaze of the one-armed old man, this scene...

It's like a myth in the era of rebuilding.