The form of Ekern.This is a super-level magic, one of the means by which the Raven Maharaja presses the bottom of the box.Outside the battlefield of the battle, seeing the scene of his disciple using this magic, Merlin's eyes suddenly narrowed.That's not what he taught.Strange, whether in terms of magic or endurance, has not yet been able to fully master the super-level illusion.His state at this point was more of a simulation of the principle of Ekern's form than actually unleashing the magic.This can be seen from the fact that there are only three illusions.Strange had the ability to read the Secret Scrolls, perhaps from those that no one but him and the Ancient One could read."
Stephen, you've really surprised me."
Raven whispered, then focused on the real-time projection.There, the tide of battle has taken a new turn.In this battlefield around the solar lens, the enchanted Mordo is easily slaughtering those monsters alienated by chaos in various ways.There are many of them, but their individual strength is too weak.And after completely alienating into flesh monsters, it is difficult for these guys to use weapons to increase their destructive power.They can only fight like wild beasts.Weak, their threat to the enchanted Mordo tends to zero infinitely.But the real trouble is the half-alienated soldiers, like the old man.Their number is not large, and there are only a few hundred, but because this world has been fighting against forces like chaos for more than ten years, the civilization of this world also has a set of combat systems corresponding to chaos before it collapses.The solar lens is just one of these wacky weapons.The fact that the natives of this world can fight against chaos means that they have weapons in their hands to contain the dark energy.Although civilization has collapsed, the remaining warriors with weapons in hand can still cause trouble for the demonic Mordo.After all, as the Dark Lord, the power it gives seems to be biased towards the dark and chaotic side."
Whoosh" A strange-looking black missile roared and smashed into Mordo, who raised his fist, and a black energy claw grabbed the sky, blasting the missile in the air, but the explosion of the missile seemed to be full of other strange things.Silver debris fell into the battlefield like a storm of ashes, and the debris covered the ground, and Mordo felt as if he was walking in hot lava, which made him very, very uncomfortable."
Go activate the lens!"
The old man with the heavy firearm raised his withered fingers and gestured behind him.The intensity of the metal storm shot from the rear increased again, and the terrifying bullet storm hit Mordo's body, and more missiles fell from the sky, constantly setting off explosions, hitting the demonic monster painfully.In the midst of this hail of bullets, the alienated old man shouted to Strange while aiming his gun at the enchanted Mordo, "We are no match for this monster, but before we die, friend...
We won't let him bother you!
”He pulled the trigger and fired a special, blue-glowing bullet that knocked Mordo back a few steps towards Strange, and seeing Mordo lunge towards him, the old man shouted in a pitch-shifting voice, "Go, save the world!"
Please—" The wild mage clutched the wound in his heart, and he staggered to the sun lens behind him.He could hear the roars of the alienated soldiers who were still fighting for the world when they were killed by Mordo, and he didn't have to look back to sense the determination of those soldiers from the explosions that kept ringing behind him.They are no longer pure beings, they are lured into the abyss by the forces of evil, and they want to make the last sacrifice for their world before they lose their minds completely.Fight for the last time with the remnants of life, which are no longer worth cherishing.Facing the last bullet of a powerful enemy, he died with the enemy with the grenade he held in his hand, laughed and defied death, and fought for a hope that might not exist.They knew they couldn't win.But they came anyway.Just for an ethereal promise, just to see a ray of light in the darkness.They don't want much.Not much, really."
AhhStrange could feel that with every movement, blood gushed out of the wound.It was painful, excruciatingly painful.But behind him, those soldiers are using their lives to stop Mordo, they are just a group of ordinary people, the curse does not make them stronger, and it is likely to pay the price of total annihilation, and it can only weakly hinder Mordo's steps.What they could win for Strange was only a dozen seconds.How could the Wild Mage waste this short time that had been annihilated with blood and noble souls."
AhhHe roared, using his will to suppress the pain that erupted in his body, and in a staggering but frantic gesture, he threw himself at the hot solar lens in front of him, which had been burned by the heat.Blood dripped from the wound.Every drop of blood that fell to the ground was instantly scorched, and behind Strange was a wisp of white smoke.It was a gesture of life being burned."
Bang" Strange pounced on the console of the solar lens.Mordo's attack had destroyed the joystick, making it impossible for Strange to lock on to his target in the usual way, unable to move away from the machine when the solar lens was activated, and could only fine-tune the orientation manually.This meant that he would also have to endure the terrifying heat."
You're going to die!"
Behind Strange, the enchanted Mordo left behind the old man whose arm had been torn off in his hand, and he roared and rushed at Strange, shouting, "You can't resist the heat!"
You're going to die!
Idiot!
Don't do stupid things!
”"Don't you know?
We wild mages are a bunch of crazy people..."
At the moment when the solar lens activated, in the beam of light that shot like the midday sun.Strange looked up proudly, and there was a touch of mad excitement in his blood-stained face and bright eyes."
What would we madmen do, noble inheritor of a holy place like you...
I don't understand!
”"Mordo, Falk Squid!"
This is Strange's final response to Mordo.He tilted his head back and stood on the brighter and brighter console, his left hand stabbed into the broken joystick, his right hand raised, and his bloodied hand raised his middle finger as if it were a final taunt.The heat drawn from the ground by "Boom" is like a shining dragon, and the moment Strange pulls the joystick, it is like a jumping arc light, jumping quickly on the complicated lens system.Thousands of concave and convex mirrors are specially set up so that the energy of those beams is concentrated more and more every time they are fired, until they reach the highest point, and the beam has already converged into substantial energy.That's the sun's rays.It's as hot as the corona, no, even hotter than the sun.After all, it was ignited by the blood of warriors and was destined to bring the last rays of light to a world shrouded in darkness.It's called Hope.The "whoosh" beam was shot out in the faint adjustment of the concave and convex mirror at the top.In the agony of burning his body in the raging flames, Strange used the last trace of his will to lock on to the cursed flesh floating in the sky of the Eastern Continent in the general direction.In fact, the lump of flesh floating in the sky like a huge island was the obvious target, and Strange didn't even need to manipulate it finely.It's like a target."
Boom" the whole world is lit up.Under the crimson starlight, that golden beam of light shot out from the center of the Western Continent, like a god pulling out a war bow and shooting a killing arrow.It streaked across the dark land.Paddle across the murky sea.Streak across the dead night sky.In Doom's gaze, in Strange's roar, in the horror of the Great Evil Spirit's trembling and trying to turn and flee, the golden arc of light whizzed and crashed against its body.The moment it came into contact, the cursed flesh was ignited.The destructive power of this scorching sun, even more powerful than the Rubik's Cube thrown by Doom when it exploded.The fire is raging, and the fire is clear.In less than a second, the beam of the solar lens pierced through the body of the cursed flesh, like a golden sword, from front to back, completely penetrating.Golden flames from the extreme heat ignited from the center of the demon's flesh, and the night of the entire world was lit up between the raging flames.It's like golden sunlight.Under the scorching heat of the "bang", the system of the solar lens was incinerated after 5 seconds of opening, and the energy device buried deep in the ground also stopped due to overload, and the dazzling light quickly converged.The residual temperature also quickly returned to normal.Beneath the deformed tower, in a burst of wreckage, Stephen was badly burned.
Strange only had his last breath left.He was highly burned all over, like a burned, dried black skeleton, but the power of magic was still protecting him, at least his last thoughts.He saw the golden light, the light that burst out in the sky.Confused, he wanted to raise his hand and touch the light that was close to him, but he couldn't.He could only stare at the golden arc of light shining in front of him with a look of relief.He also seems to incarnate as a light, illuminating this dark world.In front of Strange's eyes, on the burned and cracked earth, Mordo, who had sacrificed himself at the last moment to throw himself into the flames of light, was like a seriously injured person, lying so weakly not far from the wild mage.He had the power of Dormammu in his body, and in the heat of the extremely positive energy, it caused Mordo to suffer more and suffer more.But the fire of the scorching sun also drove Dormammu's consciousness away from Mordo's body, and restored him to his senses.He looked at the dying Strange with a look of shame.He said in a difficult tone, "Wild Mage, you won...", Strange was no longer able to answer.His consciousness entered a blur of flashbacks, and as he was about to leave the battlefield, he turned his head to look at the old man lying on the stone strewn with corpses.The latter was looking at the golden flames burning in the sky with a blank expression.The light shone through the woods, on the old man's ugly black face, on his uniform, stained with the stench of blood, on the cleanly wiped medals.How long has it been since he, and the world, have seen such light?
It's been too long.It's been so long, so long that they've forgotten what it's like to be illuminated.Is this feeling warm?
The old man, who was illuminated by the faint light, looked back with feeling, and he saw Strange, who was wrapped in white light, and saw the last smile on the latter's badly burned, uglier and hideous face.He did it.The outlander, who did what he promised, helped the world..."
AhhThe old man watched Strange disappear in the white light, and he felt a kind of anger burning his mind when he lost his left arm, and he struggled to get up, grabbed a black pistol from the ground with one hand, and staggered towards Mordo.He pointed the pistol at Mordo and was about to pull the trigger.But the next moment, Mordo stood up.Ignoring the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, the battle mage looked to the eastern sky, where the burning light was speeding toward the western continent.It's like a falling sun.The demon...
It wants to manipulate the body that is about to burn and die with this continent."
Do me a favor."
Mordo shook his fingers, opened a golden portal beside him, and said to the old man with the gun, "Go to your shelter, and tell the heroic spirits who protect it...""
The collapse of flesh and blood is not the end for the evil spirit, if you want to completely kill the mad evil spirit and truly save the world, you must annihilate its spirit again."
As he spoke, Mordo straightened his charred robes, took a deep breath, and began to stir up the dark magic that belonged to Dormammu.It was like a pair of black wings spreading out behind him.He took one last look back at the old man, and he said, "Give me a chance...""
Let me...
Expiation!
”With that, he rushed into the sky like a black sword.Mordo squeezed his inner mind and gathered the magic in his body in a collapsing way, the magic that belonged to him, the magic that Dormammu left in his body, all the power that could be mobilized, was gathered mercilessly.Mordo's eyes turned dark black again.But this time, the light in his eyes no longer hesitated.He slammed into the falling, burning flesh, and in the air, the black energy pulled a straight line, and the flesh collapsed with uncontrollable magic, and the terrifying pain washed over Mordo's heart.He looked at the hideous burning flesh, and he met it in a suicidal manner.He didn't opt out.He didn't even want to leave the battlefield alive."
I'm sorry I disappointed you, brothers, mentor...""
I'm here to atone for my sins—" he whispered with his eyes closed.The next moment, the black light collided with the golden burning flesh, like a nuclear bomb detonating high in the air.The evil spirit drove the flesh to try to hit the Western Continent, and the malice to destroy the continent was completely shattered in the explosion.With this final blow, its shell crumbled, and golden flames rained down into the murky sea below.On the top of the mountain, under the silent gaze of the one-armed old man, this scene...
It's like a myth of the reinvention era.()