[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Not long after Strange left, the sound of footsteps was heard outside the thick wooden door of the temple.

Cyril sat inside the door without saying a word.

The door was pushed open, and it was actually Casillas who took the three mages and returned.

As soon as they broke through the door, they bumped into Xi Ruier face to face.

Both sides did not speak, and looked at each other quietly for a while, and the atmosphere was undercurrent.

Cyril sat upright, her eyes lowered.

"Why do you want to come back?" His fingers tapped on the chair lightly, with a chaotic rhythm, "I really can't figure it out. As a human being, I just learned dark magic for a few days, but I have to sacrifice my life for the dark lord Dormammu." , what's the point?"

Perhaps it was because of his overly relaxed posture that made people afraid, Casillas didn't immediately rush up with his dagger, but just rolled up the hem of his clothes and wiped the tip of the knife that was still dripping with blood.

The blood on the dagger was fresh and warm, obviously not from the blood that had been wiped on Strange's neck 10 minutes ago.

"Eternal life, supreme power..." Casillas slowly wiped the dagger dry, his eyes were cold and sharp, "It's enough for me to take an insignificant life."

His eyebrows are pale and slender, his facial features are cold and deep, his eyes are hidden in the shadow cast by the high brow bone, unlike human's, but like the eyes of a crocodile lurking in the sand at the bottom of the river.

Such eyes, such gaze made Cyril feel uncomfortable.

He took out a short and sturdy staff from his bag, and the gemstone inlaid on the top of the staff suddenly lit up, emitting a faint green light.

In the next second, the sharp weapon that had already drank blood came out of its sheath and drew a short arc in the air. Cassias held the dagger with one hand, like a shark's teeth cutting through the water waves under the sea, with a one-hit kill Faith roared at Cyril.

The thick woolen rugs of the sanctuary concealed his footsteps.

Casillas's speed far exceeds the speed that normal humans can achieve after training. He is more like a magic warrior than the magician defined by Cyril's hometown.

Borrowing the power of magic, tempering the body/body and spirit, gaining extraordinary speed and reaction ability, so as to directly kill the enemy.

The elf dodged, and hurriedly swept back, his robes fluttering, like a black seabird gliding on the sea with its wings spread.The tall blond hair was blown to the front of the face by the resistance of the wind, blocking half of the line of sight.

As he retreated, the chair that was originally sitting under him suddenly disintegrated into countless small pieces, as if it had life, and slowly rose into the air, shaking off the scattered sawdust on his body, it turned into dozens of pieces. Only sharp wooden thorns with blood grooves.

A breeze swayed, and the phalanx formed of wooden thorns aimed at their target, and they split up and moved around.

For a moment, the whole room was dazzled.

These wooden thorns directly controlled by Cyril are engraved with magical patterns, which are harder than steel and more flexible than vines. Their trajectories are chaotic, unpredictable, and the speed is too fast for people to see clearly.

Soon, the three subordinates brought by Casillas were unable to dodge and were directly stabbed.

These wooden thorns have sharp heads, and they originally penetrated their bodies, leaving blood holes one by one.

But just as they pierced into the flesh, Cyril turned over the wand in his hand, ordered them to turn around, and got stuck in the seam of human bones.

The powerful inertia flew the human flesh and blood back, and the wooden thorns turned into nails, nailing the three hapless bastards to the wall of the New York Temple.

Their limbs were spread out in large characters, like a few newspapers pasted on the wall, but blood gushed out.

Although the process was complicated, in less than ten seconds, the three disciples of Casillas had announced their withdrawal from the battle.

The elf was dual-purpose, but was accidentally cut by Casillas' dagger on his arm.

Casillas is strong.

Strong enough to break the ice ring spell that absorbs damage from elves with a single blow.You must know that dozens of Chitauri once attacked him together, and the damage output did not reach the upper limit of the ice ring technique.

Black smoke came out of the forearm cut by the dagger, and the energy belonging to the dark lord rolled inside. The elf's fair and clear skin quickly turned gray, and grid-like black lines appeared around the wound.

Something's not quite right.

When Casillas attacked Dr. Strange just now, his strength was not that strong.

Also facing a single enemy, as long as the enemy in front of him can be defeated, the New York Temple can be destroyed. It is impossible for Casillas not to do his best.

The elf was full of doubts, but his hands didn't stop. He subconsciously used a purification technique on himself.

The black smoke was temporarily dispelled, but the black line on the arm did not disappear. It turned into a debuff loaded on the body, slowly consuming the life value.

Cyril became more and more puzzled.

There was no black smoke coming out from where Strange was cut by the dagger.

Casillas caught the elf's momentary stagnation, a space portal appeared out of thin air, he got into it, and disappeared for two seconds.

There was a violent explosion above the temple.

Cyril followed closely behind, and found that Casillas was facing the core energy circle of the temple, knelt on his knees, muttering words, and several tangible black energy flowed out of his eyes, waving his tentacles flamboyantly .

Want to stop him?

At that moment, many things flashed through the elf's mind.

The original quest chain of the universe, the original fragments of the dark dimension, Casillas who suddenly became stronger for some reason, and the new supreme mage fighting in Hong Kong.

In the end, he thought of the hug with Clark in the snowy night, and Gu Yi's eyes full of wisdom.

Cyril thought to himself, just a few fragments of power from the dark dimension are not worth it.

The elf then raised his wand, and a confinement technique quickly took shape, and the translucent ice chain locked Casillas tightly, preventing his next actions.

"The Temple of Hong Kong fell, and I was entangled by Casillas' disciples..." The magic ripple transmitted Strange's voice through the spar, "I have contacted the king, and he will arrive soon, and join you Guard the Temple of New York."

Cyril glanced at Casillas.

The ice chain that locked him will expire in ten seconds.

Should I just take this opportunity and kill him?

Cyril raised her hand.

At any time, he can let the ice energy that held Casillas penetrate into his body, ending the human being who is currently the greatest threat to the safety of the earth.

Just when the elf was hesitating, the king who arrived in time witnessed the scene before him.

Casillas attempted to destroy the energy core on which the Temple operated.

And Cyril was confronting him.

Without hesitation, the king rushed over, and a magic knot hit Casillas' heart.

"and many more!"

Cyril wants to stop it.

But it was already too late, the magical energy that exploded in an instant completely shattered Casillas' flesh/body, and the energy buried in the human soul through dark magic spewed out vigorously.

Casillas' black blood splashed on the magic core of the temple, and the sound of the fire frying hot oil sounded. The magic energy core without any attribute itself was polluted, and a vague black shadow penetrated countless dimensions , descending directly into the New York Temple.

"O supreme power..." The dead man's lips were tightly closed, but a voice chanted from his throat, "Please give me eternal life!"

Subsequently, Casillas fell to the ground.

A quiet and eerie atmosphere filled the entire room.

"I seem to have done something wrong." Wang turned to look at Xi Ruier, his face full of confusion.

Cyril's wand twirled in her hand.

His expression was a little dazed, as if he wanted to understand something, but then he shook his head again.

"What's going on here?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang asked, "What should we do next?"

"During the time he just left, Casillas should have sacrificed himself to Dormammu," Shriel couldn't help but see the knowledge bestowed on him by the ancient one, "he thinks he is The container, carrying the projection of Dormammu in the dimension of the earth, has greatly improved its strength. He will attack again after he has the hole card. If I can't stop him, the temple will be destroyed, and Dormammu will naturally descend to the earth. If I block He, he would just die here, pollute the magic circle of the temple with dark power, and Dormammu will still come."

The words of Casillas were still echoing in his ears, but Cyril was puzzled: "But he followed Dormammu, didn't he just want to gain power and eternal life? Wouldn't he get nothing if he died?"

Wang felt sad for a moment.

"I recall that Modu told me that when Casillas joined the ancient master to learn magic, it was to revive his lost wife and son...Dormammu may have given him some promise," Wang rubbed in distress. Rubbing his head, "It's over now, the Three Great Temples have fallen, and Domamu is coming soon..."

Seeing the mess in front of her eyes, Xi Ruier squeezed the space between her brows.

A circle of fire suddenly lit up in front of him, his whole body was covered with wounds, and the new supreme mage who had just escaped from the siege fell out of it.Seeing the scene in front of him, the brilliant doctor clearly realized that Dormammu was coming soon.

Without the ancient one, no one on this planet can stop the attack of dark magic.

Outside the window, the sunlight gradually dimmed, and a huge shadow enveloped the entire earth.

The lord of the dark dimension, the lord of the world's black magic field, descends.

Promoted by various coincidences, this crisis at the magical level finally developed into a crisis capable of destroying the world.

But no one is even aware of it, except the magician who fights it.

Different from what he imagined, Dormammu didn't say any harsh words like other villains. The monster hidden in a black cloud opened its mouth, greedily sucking delicious energy, and the dimension of the earth began to collapse, and with it Together with the barrier of gods guarding the pass of the cosmic canyon, it is crumbling.

Cyril looked up at the sky.

Just behind Dormammu, there are countless densely packed undead surging, waiting to share a share with the lord.

Strange, who was a doctor a year ago, looked up at the sky just like Cyril, with tired and heavy eyes.

He raised his blood-stained hands, which were still trembling slightly from the aftereffects of the car accident.

It was once these hands, covered with blood, that saved one patient after another.

Now, it's just that there are more objects to save.

"I will use the time gem's ability to trap Dormammu in the loop space," Strange looked at Cyril and the king, "In this way, I will stay with him in the present, whether it is me or He can no longer exert any influence on the future."

"The safety of the earth in the magical dimension will be left to you in the future."

After saying this, the new supreme mage wearing the Eye of Agamotto opened the spell he had learned in the forbidden book not long ago with a gesture of no hesitation, and the time gem on his chest was slightly warm.

I don't know how long it has passed, time has no meaning here.

Strange raised his eyes and looked at Dormammu in the air.

Now, everything here is still except the two of them.

Dormammu might kill him.

But in the face of static time, death has no meaning.

The always proud genius never imagined that the rest of his life would be spent like this.

Stay in an abandoned space like a garbage dump, guarding a dark dimension monster full of stench, until the monster recedes, or he himself goes crazy first.

"Strange... Doctor?"

Youdao's doubtful voice came from behind the supreme mage, clear and pleasant, and quite familiar.

"Did you say something wrong in the spell you just said?"

"Why did I enter the loop space with you?"

The author has something to say: Everything that is inconsistent with the original is my personal design