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

What does the successive death after death bring.

Cyril didn't know it before, but now she knows it.

—is endless numbness.

At the beginning, Cyril was still counting, and was delighted by the increasing number of power fragments in his backpack.

But after dying so many times, he can hardly feel his real existence. He is like an old record player that has been stuck, playing a strange piece of music over and over again. The only audience is a A monster whose face cannot be seen clearly only hidden in layers of black clouds.

But thankfully, Dormammu's powers are strong, even overpowering.

It's not that he didn't want to torture these two who dared to trap him here to prevent his invasion of the earth, but as soon as his attack touched them, the two unresisting flesh and blood were wiped out.

Therefore, it is as difficult as an elephant insisting on embroidering with its trunk to bring them the painful torture of dying slowly.

"Did you succeed?" Cyril opened her mouth, wanting to say something to Strange, but couldn't hear her own voice.

And the supreme mage who was in no better condition than him just lowered his head quietly, looking at the soul stone lying in the palm of his hand.

"Despicable earthlings!" Dormammu's mental power was as hot and angry as a burst of volcanic magma, flowing and burning everywhere, "Let me out!"

Cyril raised his hand, and under the purification of countless deaths, the traces of Casillas' dagger on his body have disappeared.

That arm is white and delicate, with slender and docile muscles, and the skin is obviously thin, but there is no blue or blue blood vessel on the wrist, like a fake arm modeled in a game.

It was his arm, but it was very strange.

It is said that when a human baby is just born, when he sees his reflection in the mirror, he can realize that the person who is slobbering is himself.

This kind of self-awareness gradually dissipated in countless deaths and resurrections.

Cyril is not protected by the time gem, he cannot freeze his state at the moment he just entered the loop space like Strange.

"Doctor..." Cyril raised his arms to cover his eyes, and the white light after resurrection appeared on his body again. He suddenly wanted to say something, "The book left by the ancient master said that Dormammu was once only A human mage who unfortunately fell into the dark dimension, can humans... really become such a supreme power?"

Strange nodded absently: "It's not that he evolved into such a supreme being, but that power chose him, so he can become the lord of a dimension. It actually sounds a bit like the chicken or the egg." Before the emergence of the theory of evolution, human beings could not figure out who came first, the chicken or the egg, and could only do some philosophical speculation.”

Compared with the magic system in Cyril's hometown, the scientific thinking on earth is a brand new thing for elves.

"So it was the absence of gods that led to the spread of undead." He frowned slightly, and was suddenly struck by the sudden insight. "Where is Darwin who discovered the universe and the evolution of gods...?"

Strange's scarlet cloak was raised suddenly, like a blood-stained battle banner.

Immediately afterwards, the two died casually again.

Cyril, who was resurrected again, shook her head, feeling the chaos inside, like an egg whose shell has been crushed.

"I still have thirty chances to die, have you succeeded?" Cyril put the incomprehensible question behind her.

Strange pulled out a black quill from nowhere, pricked the back of his hand, dipped it in blood, and wrote and drew on the smooth surface of the red bead.

It seems that some progress has been made. Seeing this, Cyril stopped talking to disturb him.

Until there are only 10 resurrection props left in his backpack.

"Dr. Strange?"

The handsome man with gray temples finally raised his head, looked deeply at Cyril, and said in a regretful tone, "After my research, I finally found that the power of the Eye of Agamotto cannot freeze the state of this soul stone."

Cyril: "???"

Before he had time to express any thoughts, he was slapped to death by Domamu again.

"let me out!!!"

Dormammu yelled.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Cyril's mouth, looking at the jumping monster, and asked the system: "I remember I have a mission reward, which can open a temporary resurrection point, how long can it last?"

The tone of the system was also somewhat regretful: "Sorry, in this time-locked area, soul healers cannot come."

Different from props, what is summoned from the resurrection point is an angel-shaped healer with wings.She is not a prop, but a special creature summoned from another dimension using magical energy.

As the lord of a dimension, Dormammu couldn't even leave, and the soul healer also didn't have such a powerful force to come in.

There is one last soul stone left.

He was about to die like this?

There is no sadness or nostalgia in the elf's mind, it just feels absurd.

But this absurdity only lasted for a short ten seconds.

Under the shroud of a large shadow, Dormammu, who didn't know how many power shards had been stolen by the hateful elf thief, revealed the face that once belonged to humans.It was an ordinary middle-aged man. The crow's feet around his eyes and the puppet lines around his mouth made him look not powerful at all.

It was full of exasperation and helplessness written all over it.

He is the supreme power and possesses eternal life.

——But at this time, he is not supreme at all, not eternal at all, just a trapped beast baring its teeth and going crazy in a cage.

He is subject to mortals.

This realization set Cyril's heart on fire.

It was the tinder that Prometheus stole, the apple that Adam and Eve ate secretly, and the list of gods that once wrote the names of mortals page by page.

But it's a pity that Cyril didn't want to understand this until before he died.

……

……

Real death is neither cold nor painful. Cyril felt that his consciousness seemed to cover the entire space. He stretched his body, as if he could fall asleep peacefully and never wake up again.

Until an annoying voice woke him up.

"Are you all right? You look so out of your mind."

Strange turned his head away, his golden-green pupils reflected the shadow of the person in front of him.

It was a beautiful elf, his eyes were tightly closed, his pointed ears drooped, and his soft lips were drawn into an arc.

Strange walked over, stretched out his palm, and patted the elf's face mercilessly.

Cyril slowly opened her eyes, her eyes dazed.

He saw Strange's hand that had just been withdrawn.

"I'm not dead?"

Strange hummed lightly, and said in amazement: "Yes, isn't it amazing."

Cyril: "..."

This guy is, really, kind of annoying.

"The power of the time stone really cannot transcend the laws of the universe to affect the resurrection stone from another world."

"So I recreated one myself."

"I am a person of this world, and the things I create are also things of this world."

Strange took out a red spar with the length of a little finger from his pocket, which was exactly the same as the stone he threw to Cyril for communication.

The human genius stands with hands behind his back, full of vigor.

Cyril stared fixedly at this human mage who had been extremely downcast and even reduced to a beggar. After a long time, he suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed.

"I've changed my mind." The elf took the red spar from Strange's hand and stroked it with his thumb a few times. "I don't want to cooperate with you in repelling Dormammu."

Strange was taken aback, "Hey, don't take revenge! I don't want to stay in this ghostly place forever, even if you play poker with me!"

"No, it's not flinching." Cyril narrowed his eyes, the inner corners of which were slightly hooked downwards, with an inexplicable murderous look, "I'm going to kill Dormammu."

Strange was stunned: "Who gave you the courage? Even Gu Yi couldn't kill Dormammu, why do you think you should?"

Cyril stretched out her fingertips, nodded in the direction of Dormammu, and then pointed to Strange, "You and Dormammu gave me the courage."

Strange: "???"

The elves who like to listen to stories once heard that in that mysterious ancient oriental country across the ocean, there was a hero named Xiang Yu. He used to be a nobleman, but his country was ruined and his family was destroyed.One day, when he was walking on the street, he saw the frame of the ruler of the empire from a distance, and pointed to the majestic frame of the emperor and said, "He can replace it!"

Cyril thought about this story, and said to Strange: "You just don't let Dormammu go, no matter how he threatens or promises any benefits, don't unlock the loopback space, the rest will be left to you." I."

2 minutes passed.

They sat cross-legged on the floor and played poker.

Although he said that he wanted Strange to cooperate in killing Dormammu, but Cyril actually didn't have anything too powerful.

It's nothing more than brushing debris with a bug.

As long as Dormammu doesn't leave, as long as Cyril can persevere through death and resurrection again and again, the power of the dark dimension in Dormammu's body can be continuously captured by the system.

I don't know how long it has passed, it may be a few years, it may be hundreds of years, or thousands of years.

Dormammu stopped attacking the two, he was surprised to find that more than half of his strength had been lost, and he became weaker than ever before.

The aggressive monster was extremely confused, and he retracted his human face into the dark clouds that piled up like mountains.

The strength of the power has changed, and Cyril saw the opportunity to launch the final attack.

Too many deaths have made his soul overwhelmed, and it is about to break, but the pleasant sound of the system reminding him to "obtain power fragments" can always bring him back from the brink of collapse, and persist until the end When the decisive battle.

Strange couldn't help because his attacks would be erased by the power of the Time Stone.

And Cyril's offensive posture is not good-looking, and there is no one blow to determine the outcome.

Instead, over and over again, you come and go, life and death, sticky.

Brutely sucked Dormammu dry.

Strange, who seemed to be living in a dream, watched as Dormammu's dark dimension power was taken away, and the withered and old human body shivered behind the nebula.

"Okay, cancel the loopback space, we can go home." Cyril said.

The ban/spell was lifted, and Dormammu, who was no longer the supreme power, was blown by the wind, and his body dissipated like smoke.

Standing in the messy New York temple that was destroyed by fighting, Strange watched the king beside him move. While talking, he tugged on his sleeve anxiously. It seemed that he was still immersed in Dormammu's impending death. In the emotion that strikes.

He couldn't help being in a trance.

At this moment, Cyril tapped the Supreme Mage's shoulder lightly with his fingers.

"The Time Stone...can you lend me a hand?"

"Just a moment."

Only then did Strange find out.

Dormammu died, and the person who killed him was the elf who looked gentle and gentle in front of him.

The author has something to say: Cyril: Strange is a fucking genius