The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The heat wave was almost boiling, and the wind buried people's mouth and nose wave after wave, as if scorching sparks were rubbed by mixed sand and gravel.

When the little spider accidentally fell into the sand dune, a cloak horn nimbly rushed over, supported his arm, and dragged the unsuspecting Doctor Strange staggering three or four steps.

The mage who was suddenly strangled by fate: "..."

Abaddon was also slightly startled.

The black-haired young man grabbed the mage's shoulder at the critical moment, and pulled him forward with some effort, so that the mage avoided the fate of being about to hit the back of his head on the ground.

"……thanks."

In a few tenths of a second, the expression on Doctor Strange's face returned to calm again, looking quite mage----as if the person who was grabbed by the shoulder as if he had stumbled just now was not him.

The magic cloak seemed to realize the fault it had caused, and it hung down limply full of flattery, and began to pretend that it was just an ordinary piece of human textile.

"........."

The black-haired young man shook his head, expressing that he did not need such thanks.

After making sure that he stood firmly, Abaddon naturally moved away from the hand supporting the mage, and helped Peter next to him who accidentally stepped into the bunker again.

Even in the desert, the hands of the black-haired young man are still slightly cool from the fingertips to the heels of the palms, like a piece of pale and smooth porcelain.

Peter, who came closer, looked at Cain in surprise.

"Cain, don't you feel hot?"

In the light screen in front of Abaddon, the contract of lies flickered slowly.

The ruler of hell did not resist the power of the shackles, but took the initiative to let it accept the body.

[Lie contract: 100%]

"When God created me, he told me not to be afraid of heat or cold."

The black-haired young man paused, and his tone was full of low nostalgia, "The original purpose of my life was to live a bright and happy life, to be with the clansmen when I was alive, and to meet God when I died."

"...Has God not given you eternal life?"

Doctor Strange beside him interjected lightly.

"If God has given us eternal life, what else is there for humans to do?"

The black-haired young man turned his head away, and refuted Doctor Strange with a very philosophical sentence, "If God has given us everything, then we have nothing to bring to ourselves."

His voice was much softer.

"...so, on Judgment Day, they thought that there would be a scarred monster, ugly and diseased, who could only exile himself in this world forever--they didn't know that the other man who killed my brother There are people."

The heat wave in the desert suddenly intensified, blowing away the soft hair on the forehead of the black-haired youth, revealing the small and bright red scar.

His face was pale, half crying and half laughing.

"But I can't find the man...I can't find him."

"..."

After being silent for a while, the mage took the initiative to break the heavy atmosphere here.

"According to what you said, four rivers pass through the oasis in the desert. This is the first location we locked."

"...Where's the river?"

Peter looked around, coughed dryly because of the heat wave in the air, and subconsciously posted more in the direction of the black-haired youth.

Strange said in a deep voice.

"The river has dried up."

After saying this sentence, he seemed to have lost the desire to explain. The golden-red light rose from the mage's hands without warning, the yellow sand was rolled up high by the spell, and the yellow-black sandstorm gradually rose to the sky.

The little spider fell into a tactical silence, "..."

"The sand doesn't form a true dust storm."

As if he could see the complicated expression on Peter's face from behind, Doctor Strange said quickly, "There's no need to think too much about this."

The little spider light speed put away the expression on his face:!

"It's really cool to be a mage."

Peter first praised sincerely, then obediently took a few steps back, and by the way pulled the skinny black-haired young man beside him.

"Are you feeling all right, Cain?"

The dark-haired young man's sad eyes fixed on the yellow sand. Peter glanced at his expression, confirmed the location of the tissue, and then asked in a low voice.

"........."

The black-haired young man shook his head without saying a word.

The lord of hell took a break from the role-playing and looked down at the endless yellow sand here.

———— Gabriel would love it here.

Sisley, who was wearing a goatskin, suddenly thought of it, and wrote down the matter of "rolling in the sand" on the schedule.

The mage in front moved extremely fast, and the speed and process of cleaning the sand were quite professional. Soon, a hollow made of sandstone was pulled out.

Doctor Strange obviously sped up most of the process compared to Abaddon's imagined excavation speed.

If Abaddon, as the ruler of hell, has more power from malice and deceit, then Gabriel can physically remove these yellow sand areas————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— He does that.

After all, investigations through official channels sound more upright.

Although the Sisleys were not afraid of any trouble, they would not offend the sensitive old father for nothing, even if he asked him to dig three feet into the ground, he would have to lift his vest.

———Peter suddenly pulled him.

The black-haired youth showed a somewhat puzzled expression.

"We can go there."

Covering his mouth to keep the wind from blowing sand into his mouth, the young superhero mumbled back.

Strange over there had already moved away the sand three swimming pools deep, signaling Abaddon and the others to hurry down.

"I...I'll jump first," the little spider said immediately, "then I can catch you!"

"Thank you."

Cain hesitated for a moment, then spoke politely.

———— Abaddon, who was able to jump off Gotham’s Wayn Tower alone without any injuries, covered the smile on his lips and continued to play the role that Cain should have.

Falling with the sound of the wind, the feeling of weightlessness lasted for less than a second, and both hands tightly grasped Abaddon's waist.

"I caught you!"

Peter's voice was also tense, "Hold, I'm sorry, I'll put you down right now—"

——————The young superhero’s palms are hot, and the power seems to be so vigorous in it, which is already full of reassuring sense of security.

He put Cain down firmly at first, and then he returned to his chirping bird nature.

"Mr. Wizard said he dug up something, Cain, do you want to go and see? I think our luck is quite good! I mean-wow!"

What caught Peter's eyes was a wall perfectly embedded in the yellow sand.

Doctor Strange cleared a long corridor, which probably revealed the structure here.

Dilapidated houses are everywhere, and it looks like a real village. Even though it has been crushed by the wind and sand, traces of human life can still be seen.

Water bowls, wells, wooden barrels embedded in sandstone, traces scattered on the ground, and terracotta tiles crushed into pieces in the houses all prove the time of human existence here.

"It looks like..."

Peter was about to speak when he suddenly felt something from the thin layer of sand.

Little Spider: "...!!"

He immediately stiffened and withdrew his hand.

"What's the matter, my friend?"

Cain noticed the quake in his pupils, and asked quite concerned.

"...I seem to have bumped into something."

Peter struggled.

The black-haired young man got up, came to the little spider, and gently swept away the layer of floating sand.

Abaddon's pupils trembled in an instant: "..."

——————Buried under the yellow sand are the bones of the dead.

"...I'm sorry, Cain, are you feeling okay?"

Peter glanced quickly at the expression of the black-haired youth before asking hesitantly.

After a while, he heard a response.

"I'm fine," the black-haired young man replied weakly, "This is not the land where I lived."

Peter was slightly taken aback by his decisive answer.

The black-haired young man didn't stay silent for too long, and he answered the question that the little spider didn't dare to say.

"When a clansman chooses to leave, his or her body will not stay in the world. So these..." His eyes stayed on the bones polished by the wind and sand, "not my clansman."

Facing the slightly worried eyes of the little spider, the black-haired young man tried his best to bend the corners of his lips and smiled.

"You are right, my friend." His voice was low as if talking to himself. "We are indeed lucky."

The black-haired young man knelt down halfway, and magically took out a bunch of white flowers from his pocket.

He sprinkled these flowers on the bones, closed his eyes, let the contract of lies guide his body, and prayed for their souls in the way of ancient tribes.

The faint malice fades away in the fragrance of the flowers, and the lord of hell can feel their lightening, fading, and fading away.

The little spider stood aside and didn't take the initiative to disturb Cain and everything he did, until Cain opened his eyes again and his eyes were clear.

"Did you find it?"

Doctor Strange's questioning voice came from a distance from the hole above his head.

"Not this one!"

The little spider immediately replied, "Wait for us to come up!"

He pulled up the black-haired young man—the latter was as light as a feather to Peter————————————— Climbed out of the big pit created by Doctor Strange .

"I'm going to put sand, stay away."

The mage said calmly.

In the sun, the corners of his mouth curled down, and his light-colored eyes looked even colder, like ice cubes smelling of lime and mint in summer.

The sand, which was so huge that it covered the sky and the sun, was suspended above their heads, obediently imprisoned in one place by the mage; beside Doctor Strange, the corner of the magic cloak was raised like a dog's leg, wiping the mage's non-existent sweat.

—————— This scene should have been very shocking, but when Peter saw this harmonious magic cloak, he couldn't control his smile gradually rising.

Beside him, the black-haired young man bit his finger and let the blood drip into the yellow sand.

In an instant, a protective cover glowing with blue light rose, covering Peter, the black-haired young man and the mage.

The latter raised his eyebrows and thanked him indifferently.

Following Doctor Strange's gesture, a large amount of sand fell back into the deep pit on the ground with the confinement, until it was completely filled and the original appearance could not be seen, the mage released the restraint, watching the belated smoke The outer layer of the protective cover has "sizzling" jumping light spots.

"... so cool, like the universe."

The little spider whispered happily beside him.

Doctor Strange's hand drew a circle in the air, revealing the view beyond the New York Temple.

He made a "please" gesture, and looked back at the black-haired youth and the little spider.

"Thank you."

Cain said softly, stepping into the sparkling circle of light.

Spiderlings followed, and finally, Mage Strange himself.

Another mage named "King" was already waiting there. When Strange stepped out of the aperture, he walked over in three steps and said into the mage's ear with a very serious expression. something.

The little spider quite consciously avoided the communication between mages that "it seems that something big is going to happen". Only the black-haired young man didn't move his eyes. When he went to pour coffee, he vaguely caught some key words.

"Check...no problem...money..."

This is the king speaking.

"Lunch..." mage Strange echoed in a low voice, his lips barely moving.

"...more...meat, big Starbucks coffee...affordable."

Wang's expression was more serious, but what he said was irrelevant.

"Caramel sea salt... yes, add more pepper..." the mage finally urged, ending the conversation.

The black-haired young man turned his gaze away, and the next second, the mage cleared his throat before walking to the globe.

"We have removed one place, and there are more than ten places left." Strange said in a deep voice, "Do you want to go to the next place now?"

"Then please."

Abaddon looked back at him quietly.

The black-haired young man was sitting in a sun, the steam of coffee was suffocating his handsome and melancholy face, but the words he said did not match the picture scroll, "If the check just now is not enough to pay all the expenses, I can— ——”

The little spider fell into a tactical silence, "..."

Doctor Strange also fell into a tactical silence, "..."

The entrustment of "helping to find" came from the client's too strong financial investment from the very beginning.

The mages would have refused, but Cain gave too much.jpg

At this moment, the bank deposits in the New York Temple have enough money to buy a Tesla store, and it is also enough money to allow Strange and Wang to each have a child who can finish Wharton School of Business with full payment—— ——Although they don't have children who need to go to college in this way.

Even the quality of coffee in the temple has been improved from the original instant coffee to the new Starbucks product within a few days.

—————How much did that god spoil Cain to make him so rich?

This question has been on the tip of Doctor Strange's tongue for a long time, but in order to avoid being seen as sour, he finally didn't say it.

When the mage walks, the magic cloak seems to carry the wind.He came to the globe, observed it for a while, pulled down a small flag, and swiped in the air to open the portal.

"Let's go."

The mage gestured to the black-haired young man and the little spider with his eyes, and when his eyes passed over the latter, he paused slightly.

"Thank you for the pizza," he finally said, "The king wants me to tell you that he likes this taste.

"Really!" Peter immediately cheered up visible to the naked eye, his young face lit up with a smile, "That's great, I like this flavor very much too! It's the best pizza flavor in this store, I am Said—others are good, but—"

—————The yellow sand rushed, Peter sharply shut his mouth.

The black-haired young man next to him glanced at him with a smile.

In this portal, even though there are still hot sand in the wind, the breath of the oasis is still blowing.

Doctor Strange also walks out of the portal.

"This is a small oasis in the desert. Although we only identified three rivers, most of them fit your description."

Passing through two low Populus euphratica trees, a large stretch of shining river came into their eyes.

In this small land, the oasis was built by the water, looking like a mirage that myths and legends only appear when travelers are desperate.

"It will be more difficult to dig here, because I need to control the magic power very carefully."

Doctor Strange glanced at the plants that had taken root and sprouted on the ground for many years, "If we destroy the survival system of the land, this oasis might disappear as well."

"I understand." The black-haired young man looked at the river and murmured, "I love all the lands that are similar to my hometown... Of course I don't want to be a sinner for destroying her."

————At this moment, his expression suddenly changed.

Doctor Strange, who was close at hand, didn't notice the sudden expression dialogue, but the little spider not far away, who was trying to fish in the water, froze suddenly.

————————The spider sensed a frenzied warning at that moment, as if there were some destructive beasts that had indiscriminately produced violent malice towards the world.

The second the tingling feeling in his back disappeared, Peter jumped up immediately, without even caring about putting on his shoes, and staggered to the side of Doctor Strange and the black-haired youth who were unaware.

"There was something just now!" He was terrified, "There was something terrible—"

The mage immediately frowned, and the black-haired young man also lowered his eyes, showing a little uneasy look.

"Is it true what you said?" he asked softly. "We can go back now, if you want."

A furious red light flashed in the downcast eyes of the ruler of hell.

Where the little spider couldn't see, the huge goat's horns grew extremely rapidly, distorting the surrounding air——Abadon's light screen also began to vibrate, all of which were the messages sent by the rest of Sisleys one after another.

Even if she didn't open it, Sisley in goat skin knew why.

—————A minute ago, the connection between Sisley and the main body Sisley was cut off.

……

"I want to go get a cup of coffee."

Standing in the flickering light and shadow of the bedroom, the neatly dressed Sisley said suddenly.

Mephisto was silent on the bed, Sisley could only see a strand of her purple hair hidden in shadow on the pillow, and Ken was silent under the sheets.

"..."

The black-haired, blue-eyed girl stood there, watched them for a while, opened the door, and walked out.

The corridor is dark, the sunlight is blocked from the windows, and it looks distant and pale.

Alfred was not there, and the entire Wayne mansion fell into a deathly silence, only the people inside were unaware of the pine resin that was about to drip.

Sisley came to the kitchen, as usual, she found out the milk in the refrigerator and the sugar cubes in the cupboard, put them on the dining table, and waited for the coffee that was about to be made.

—————At this moment, an unusual gust of wind passed through the fluffy gauze curtain and rushed straight into the kitchen.

The faint aroma of orange blossoms made Sisley suddenly have a headache.

The black-haired, blue-eyed girl had a pale face. She slowly pulled away a chair in the kitchen, sat on it with little effort, and hugged her knees with her hands.

Endless darkness and headaches came in waves, and the refreshing orange blossom aroma became more and more intense, as if Sisley was sniffing close to the flowers.

"........."

Suddenly, everything is quiet.

At this moment, Sisley felt a slight lightness on her shoulders.

For a moment, the scent of orange blossom clearly hit Sisley's nose, but accompanied by a severe headache, she only vaguely felt a cold touch, as if a marble statue stepped down from the base and wrapped its arms around her for a short time shoulders.

"Who are you…?"

With considerable effort, she squeezed out a small question from her chest.

The other party didn't answer, so Sisley raised her head.

——————— The first thing she saw was endless darkness.

The Wayne mansion and the aroma of coffee had long since disappeared, only this space that seemed to swallow her up.

And in this darkness, there is a stranger standing not far away.

Different from her, he stood there in a comfortable and calm posture, as if the master of this darkness was waiting for her to walk in.

When Sisley approached him step by step, the stranger turned his head with a charming smile on his lips.

"........."

In a whirl, Sisley stared blankly at the beautiful and harmless face of a nobleman full of classical atmosphere, and lost the ability to speak for a while.

"You really don't remember who I am, 001?"

the stranger asked softly.

After a moment of silence, he said again.

"Or do you just—don't want to think about it?"

Facing Sisley's face that suddenly lost all color, his dark eyes calmly stared at her, and a gleam of fire rose from them.

"Come on, come back to me."

Krishna said softly.