The end game [Zhongyingmei]

When the magic cloak secretly touched his face in the name of saving people, even though he had enough strength to break free, Abaddon did not rush to resist.

The monarch of hell's gaze was gloomy, and he turned around the visitor without any trace.

After staying in the dark for too long, suddenly seeing a strong light, even Abaddon couldn't fully see the other party's face.

The ruler of hell can only notice the huge emerald worn in front of the visitor, as well as the smell of magic and ideas all over his body.

————Cold, quiet, smelling like the ashes of joss sticks burning in the temple all the year round.

There is no doubt that this is a real mage at a fair price.

New York, Mage, Green Gemstone, the combination of these words formed an obvious name in the heart of Sisley who was wearing a goatskin.

Doctor Strange.

When the Lord of Hell was looking at the mage, Staranci was also looking at the "victim" who was rescued hastily by the magic cloak.

There is no doubt that there is nothing wrong with the choice of the magic cloak, this is a handsome young man who can be recognized as beautiful to some extent.

Looking into his black and melancholy eyes, as if crashing into the soft mist among the mountains, even Doctor Strange fell into some kind of suspicion, as if he saw a wonderful statue of Cupid at the bottom of the sea—the young man was too delicate, looking doesn't belong here.

Doctor Strange's chest was slightly hot, and the warning from the magic weapon reminded him that the person in front of him was by no means as weak and harmless as he appeared on the outside.

Master Gu Yi once taught him how to see the essence through appearances.

The fog surrounded the black-haired youth, making it impossible for Strange to see the color of the young man's soul, and he couldn't even explore its shape.

Everyone's soul has essence, between white, black, and gray, the soul has the most intuitive color, but Strange can't capture the soul of the black-haired young man in front of him, and naturally he can't judge whether he will give the world bring danger.

Doctor Strange could only feel that there seemed to be some kind of ancient power remaining in the young man.

———— Quite ancient, and not of the same source as his magic power.

There is also an inexplicable smell lingering around the young man. Strange doesn't like this smell, but it can't be said that he rejects it.

However, at this moment, he has no time to think about how Spider-Man mixed up with such problematic people with a dangerous level of 50.00% without adults watching, and why the Avengers didn't think about it, and gave them children running around the world Fasten the lost chain.

The leader had already broken free from the shackles of Spider-Man, and as soon as he saw the mage opposite, the man as tall as an iron tower burst into a series of chilling smirks.

Saliva dripped down from the corner of his grinning mouth, looking like a vicious dog bound in a human shell.

"In the way." Doctor Strange said coldly.

The leader rushed forward crookedly.

Ignoring the viscous filth from the leader and his fists, the mage made a tactic, his fists were surrounded by disc-shaped golden-red power, and he slammed into the dark space.

The only remaining darkness was cracked and shattered inch by inch, scattered in reality like a shattered mirror, and collapsed.

Space twisted beneath their feet, and Doctor Strange forcibly dispelled the Dark Dimensions, confining everyone in his own domain instead.

The wind whistled, scraping Abaddon's and Peter's cheeks.

Up and down, left and right are reversed in an instant, the bus is above their heads, and the building is a flat ground for walking. Everything is rotating, running in, symmetrical in shape, approaching or extending backward, presenting a rhythmic and beautiful rhythm like waves.

And Doctor Strange and the group of heretics are fighting in this completely distorted world.

"...Whoa! Whoa...uh..."

Although Peter has used spider webs to wander in New York countless times, this is the first time he has experienced the world from this perspective for a long time.

The visual and physical perception produced a strong sense of confusion. Peter staggered two steps, and was held by the black-haired youth in time. The two supported each other and slowly adapted.

Abaddon watched Doctor Strange's battle with the heretics, and there was no emotion in his eyes, which would not arouse the vigilance of those being investigated.

"It reminds me of a painting."

Suddenly Peter heard the peaceful voice of his friend.

Abaddon's emotion came out of nowhere, but Peter still picked up the topic in a good-tempered manner.

"What painting?"

"Dalí's paintings," said Abaddon, "the eternity of memory."

Peter didn't quite understand what Cain was talking about. In fact, for most of the time, he couldn't understand the story time of the black-haired young man taking care of himself.

But this didn't affect his feeling that Cain was a friend he wanted to know all the time.

"Then we go to the art gallery tomorrow?"

The little spider thought for a while and suggested.

The mage's technique controlled Abaddon and Peter in a relatively safe area, isolated the smell of the "human" part of them, and let the two of them escape from the battle zone. Strange himself faced more than thirty people at the same time. Pagan siege.

"Futan...Futan..."

The leader uttered ravings from the dark dimension. His eyes were red and his expression was frenzied. His aura surged again and his strength became stronger and stronger. The tattoos on his face emitted dense purple light.

He wants to shatter Doctor Strange's domain, just like Doctor Strange shattered the dark space they created, but the reality manipulated by Doctor Strange is rock solid under his attack.

"Ask yourself."

Doctor Strange said coldly.

A large crimson bolt of lightning shot out from the mage's palm, carrying bright to snow-white sparks, and hit the leader who was stubbornly resisting. The latter screamed and flew backwards three or four meters away.

After calculating the landing point of this parabola, Doctor Strange drew a teleportation circle with quick hands and eyes, and the pattern inside was exactly the boundless yellow sand of the Sahara Desert.

The leader fell straight into it, and before he could even make a sound, Doctor Strange cut off the passage.

Little Spider: ...?

Abaddon: …………

The domain that imprisoned them was also removed by Doctor Strange. The moment the leader left, the believers who followed him let out horrible screams, and their bodies turned into puddles of sewage, leaving only the black cloak in the air It slowly fell, and finally withered in this space.

On their bodies, clanging piercing rings and steel thorns also fell all over the ground, just like the leader who was covered in metal punctures all over his body, and the followers who followed him seemed to be the same.

This is a rather terrifying scene. When believers struggle in pain, their rotting faces and facial features with corroded bleeding vesicles will also appear under the black cloak, exposed to the bright skylight.

Abaddon had quick hands and eyes, and covered Peter's eyes when the first believer melted, and after thinking about it, he covered his own again.

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Doctor Strange squeezed slightly in the air with one hand, gathered the air balls polluted by them melting just now with the other hand, and black cloaks flew towards him, revealing the intricately embroidered gold patterns on them.

Peter desperately stood on tiptoe to follow, but he only took a few more glances before being hit by a dizziness that made his brain ache, as if he hadn't fallen asleep for days and nights.

The little spider sucked a few times in pain, but he didn't even realize that he was actually making a sound.

It was Abaddon who pulled him away from behind and caught Spiderling's shoulder just in time to keep him from tripping as he backed away.

"……thanks."

Breaking free from that state, Peter's face suddenly turned red, then slowly turned frightened white.He didn't dare to look any further, so he had to ask his friend.

"Cain, do you know what that is?"

"I feel the power of magic."

The black-haired young man let him lean on him patiently, and explained step by step with the little spider, "The pattern on it seems to have various additive meanings, but the power injected into it comes from the same source, and it has a rather dirty smell."

But Abaddon didn't say, he also felt a strange, dusty smell from it.

It's as if they come from a place completely different from this world.

Little Spider chatted with Abaddon in a very low voice, and his movements were not large, but Doctor Strange was still distracted from the process of identifying the pattern. The mage first glanced at the black-haired young man's hand on Spider-Man's shoulder, and then calmly said Look away.

"You seem to know the origins of those people." Abaddon suddenly raised his voice.

As if he didn't expect him to speak at this time, Doctor Strange paused for a moment before turning around.

"I don't seem to have a reason to share information with you."

Strange said in a cold and polite tone, "The war between mages and mages, it was my mistake to let mortals get involved in it, but that's all."

"But I need your help."

To everyone's surprise, the black-haired young man, who looked fragile and beautiful like a swan, was not furious because of these words.

On the contrary, he smiled more sincerely, touched from his pocket, and took out a thick wad of cash.

"The information you provided is very important to me, Mr. Strange," the black-haired young man said softly, "If these are still not enough rewards, please feel free to speak up."

Everyone present had keen senses. Whether it was Peter or Strange, they could smell the fresh ink aroma on the wad of cash, hear its crackling and crisp rubbing sound, see its crisp edges, and the A flattering, refreshing green.

Doctor Strange who was still drinking instant coffee before coming here: ...

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The two pairs of eyes looked at each other quietly, one was indifferent light blue, the other was strangely dark; after a while, Doctor Strange took the lead to look away.

"The price is based on the extent of the problem."

Strange said coldly.

"Thank you very much for your generosity."

Abaddon lowered his head, clasped his palms together to Doctor Strange, and made an unmistakable salute.

"Excuse me, may I interrupt you somewhere right now? The location is up to you."

While Doctor Strange was stiffly returning the salute, the black-haired young man took advantage of the heat, "I think it might be more convenient for us to talk there."

When the young man said this, his expression was very sincere, and there were four bottomless pockets on his coat.

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Fifteen minutes later, the circle appeared out of thin air, and Spider-Man and the black-haired youth passed through the portal created by Doctor Strange together, stepping firmly on the ground with both feet.

"Welcome." Doctor Strange showed a standard smirk, "Please go ahead."