MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v6 Chapter 22 The mages died of overwork (1/5)

in the room.

Tony looked very serious. He asked, "Do you know what you're doing, Steve? What you did just now was enough for those **** to declare you treasonous..."

"If they could, they would have done it already." Compared to Tony's solemnity, Steve seemed very relaxed. He seemed to have unloaded some burden, and there was even a faint smile on his face.

"Damn it, Steve, you just gave them a reason to do that. You were declared wanted a minute ago for sabotage of state security. Hell, I'll talk to them, should be able to —"

"—No need, Tony."

"I've been living in New York for the seven years since we broke up. It's the largest city in America, but you can always see homeless people on the street. Some of them are self-inflicted, but most of them are Because of bad luck. The root cause is our government's system. You know..."

"never mind."

Steve spoke vigorously. He originally wanted to start a long speech, but he stopped abruptly. He shook his head and said, "Let's go to New York first."

"Although I don't know what you are going to do in New York, Captain, I'm sorry. Right now we may have more important things to do." A familiar voice interjected their conversation with the opening of a portal.

Strange walked out of it. He was soaked all over, with sticky black liquid covering his whole body. There was a long wound on his cheek, and blood was still oozing out.

"Strange? You're willing to come out of your little house? But why do you look like you just came back from dredging the sewer?" Hawkeye said half-jokingly.

"No, Clint. As much as I hate to say that..."

Strange glanced at him, the tired man patted his face hard, crossed his hands, mobilized magic with his trembling hands, and released an observation magic.

"...But we're really in big trouble."

Everyone present was shocked by the picture he showed. It was a city they were all very familiar with - New York. At this moment, dozens of pitch-black monsters with clean white wings were massacred in the city above the city.

Looking at the terrifying scene, Tony pinched his eyebrows: "Okay, first there were aliens, and now it's these **** magical creatures. Do you know what they are from?"

"That's a monster shaped by Sithawn's power... But the wings on their backs come from heaven."

"Heaven?" Hawkeye asked.

"Wait, wait wait, who's Sishorn?" Sam also interjected.

"Yes, heaven... Sithhorn was the world's first black magician...and one of the dark gods, the Great Shadow, the Elder Gods, listen, Sam. If You're interested in this aspect of the history of magic, and I'd love to welcome you to the Sanctuary in the future. But right now, we have to get this out of the way...otherwise I doubt we'll ever see the sun tomorrow."

"Well, I don't care who he is, what are we going to do?" Steve asked as he picked up his helmet.

"Sishorn's power has enveloped the entire earth, which is not normal. The power of the ancient gods is too strong, they usually can't directly invade our world like this, forcing entry will cause the world to tear, and they As a powerful individual, he will also be directly watched by the gods outside the realm... Someone must have done something during this time."

Strange lowered his head and thought, it was hard to tell whether he was talking to himself or explaining to everyone. When he finally made up his mind, he felt a pain like a thorn in his back erupting directly from the depths of his brain.

He looked up suddenly, Frank sitting on the chair had his head lowered, and his left hand on his knee was already on fire.

Before he could explain, Strange pushed Tony Stark away from him.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion resounded through the clouds, and in the scattered smoke, blood spilled from the corner of Strange's mouth, and the orange-yellow shield blocked everyone behind him, and no one was injured.

Except himself.

His raised right hand trembled wildly, but it was always in front of him. Tony stood on the side, and he noticed that Strange's face became more and more ugly. Just as he was about to go up and ask what was wrong, Strange turned his head, his face turned pale for some time, and abnormal protrusions under his skin were squirming wildly.

Without hesitation, Strange directly opened a portal and threw the others in, sending them directly to New York.

As soon as he closed the portal, a bony arm penetrated his shield and pulled him out. He fell to the ground and looked up, a flaming skeleton was grinning at him.

A wry smile appeared on Strange's face: "It really doesn't make people rest."

"boom!"

Another shield was propped up, the right fist of the skeleton hit it, the energy fluctuations spread out, and the smoke and dust flew wildly in this dilapidated room~www.novelbuddy.com~ Strange could feel his body The mad riot of dark worms. He was expelling these dangerous little things in the Sanctuary, but he was attacked at a critical moment, and when he woke up again, he was **** by a group of users of dark magic.

He finally managed to kill him, and just as he was about to open the portal to return to the Sanctuary, he felt the terrifying dark magic power, which was no worse than He Shenyan's. So he immediately located the location of Steve and the others and teleported over, but what he faced was such a mess.

Strange sighed, the skeleton in front of him seemed to be completely unconscious, and he just frantically beat Strange's shield. He could keep playing with it if he had to, but there were more urgent things to do now.

A wry smile appeared on Strange's horse's face: "I hope you won't blame me when you wake up... Frank."

He folded his hands together, and his tyrannical mental power exploded, forcing the skeleton back. The skeleton roared, and immediately wanted to pounce on him and shred him to pieces, but found that his feet were firmly frozen by the ice cubes that appeared at some point.

It growled its chin mockingly, opened and closed a few times, as if mocking Strange's behavior of using ice cubes to deal with fire. It was covered in flames, and it broke free in the next second.

However, one second was enough for Strange.

The evil deep purple light of the inverted pentagram circle reflected on his face, Strange drove the **** portal with a blank expression, and threw Frank in.

After doing all this, he finally collapsed to the ground exhausted, wishing to fall asleep immediately. But he couldn't, even if he hadn't really slept for two years.

This hard-working mage once again mobilized the little magic power left in his body, opened a portal, and walked in.