People in Marvel are not good at being mages

Chapter 101

Casillas just came over from behind Strange, and before he had time to attack him again, he was covered by a magic weapon and couldn't move immediately.

Only then did Strange relax. This was the first time he had really fought with others, and a battle was over.

He took a deep breath, fighting life and death, the outcome is often in a flash, and he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

"Mmmmm..."

Strange saw that it was Casillas, as if he was about to say something.

The magic weapon blocked his mouth, making him speechless.

After thinking for a while, Strange took off the iron shield. He really wanted to know what Casillas wanted to say.

John in the dark saw his action, and he was going to give Strange a pass in combat, but now he just failed.

As we all know, villains often die by talking too much.

Isn't Strange taking too long to give his opponent a chance to speak?

"It seems that we need to practice more."

After mumbling to himself, John continued to pay attention.

"Doctor Strange?"

"Yes."

"I am not here to dominate the world, but for the future of mankind."

"Really?" Strange was a little curious, why did Casillas do this for human beings?

"Yes, it is for human beings. In this world, only Dormammu has the power of eternal life. If the earth is brought under Dormammu's rule, human beings will be promoted to a new world. Dormammu should be allowed to come Guarding the whole world, we will embrace life."

John: Poor child, I never knew that the master of the dark latitude has changed. Now you, whether you are righteous or villain, belong to me.

"No, the world should be guarded by the Supreme Mage."

"What did you come to Karma Taj for? To heal your hands? To gain power?"

Strange looked at his hands subconsciously, but didn't speak.

"I don't know if you have discovered that the supreme mages will live for hundreds of years. Where do they get their power?"

After Casillas finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on Strange.

Strange hesitated.

"I have seen rituals in the Book of Cagliostro and the Book of Darkness."

"That's right, the supreme mages of all ages borrowed the power of Dormammu, and they never taught us real spells."

"They selfishly absorb the power of Dormammu, but never pass it on to anyone. Dormammu is not a destroyer, but a savior."

"No, no, look at your current appearance. Dormammu has turned you into a killer. One can imagine how the world is ruled by Dormammu."

"Hahaha..."

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing that your hanging ring is missing."

Strange looked at his hand suspiciously, the hanging ring was still there.

The secretive John almost came out to teach Strange a lesson, that he would believe such a shoddy deception.

Fortunately, Strange should be safe and sound, otherwise John would have to come out to stop this farce.

"Uh uh uh..."

Strange looked at the magic weapon passing through his chest in astonishment.

"Hiss, hiss..."

He kept panting heavily, but was kicked down by someone who came.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Rolling all the way down the stairs, Strange was in unbearable pain.

Upon closer inspection, the person who came was Casillas' younger brother C.

After all, Strange's willpower is relatively strong, enduring the pain by force, he fled to the portal step by step.

But how could little brother C give him a chance?

"Chirp!" A magic whip struck from behind.

But Strange blocked it with a magic shield.

Little brother C was not surprised, a spiked magic weapon appeared in his hand, it was the magic weapon that pierced Strange's chest just now.

"Shh!"

The magic weapon aimed at Strange's head.

Strange tried his best, and the magic shield blocked the magic weapon.

"Pfft..." Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Strange knew that if he didn't treat him, his heart would stop beating soon.

Seeing the spikes strike again, he had already begun to despair.

Perhaps, this is where he is buried today.

"Bella!"

At the critical moment, the levitating cloak automatically protects the master, and flies over to envelop little brother B, making it impossible for him to break free for a while.

"呲呲呲..."

Strange barely opened a dimensional door leading to the hospital, and slipped through.

New York University Medical Center, located in Manhattan, New York City.

With a nearly 160-year history, the hospital is a premier center for biomedical research, medical education and health care, where NYU physicians and researchers contribute excellence in the practice of scientific treatment.

"Crack."

A warehouse of neurosurgery, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

It was Strange who came. As soon as he walked out of the warehouse door, he immediately called out:
"Christine, Christine..."

"Sir, do you need help?" A nurse heard the sound and rushed over.

"Tell me, where is Dr. Palmer?"

"Dr. Palmer is at the nurse's station, I'll see you off first..."

Strange shook off her hand, and continued calling, "Christine, Christine..."

Dr. Christine Palmer is Strange's colleague and his favorite woman.

"My God, Stephen, what's the matter with you?"

"I was impaled and had a stuffed heart."

"Send me to the emergency room, you come alone, don't call others."

"But..."

"Listen to me, okay?"

"All right!"

Christine was in a hurry and had no choice but to send Strange to the emergency room first.

Strange turned over and lay on the emergency bed, and then Christine took out the surgical scissors and cut Strange's mage robe.

"What are you wearing?"

Lifting the clothes, Christine saw the deep wound in Strange's heart.

"Your chest is normal."

"Blood has flowed into the pericardial sac."

As soon as he finished speaking, Strange went into shock.

"No, no, Stephen, you must hold on!" Christine panicked.

But she also understood that what Strange needed most at this moment was to inject norepinephrine to activate his heart, otherwise Strange would really die.

After calming down and taking a deep breath, Christine pointed the norepinephrine needle at Strange's chest, and was about to start the injection.

And Strange's soul has already come out of his body. Looking at the injection site of Christine, he shook his head and revealed his soul body.

"A little further up."

"OMG, Stephen?!!!"

"it's me."

"Are you dead?"

"No, I'm not dead yet, but I'm about to die."

"This is my soul."

"Alright alright!"

Taking another deep breath, Christine said that she had never seen anything, and that saving Stephen was the most important thing.

"Here." Strange used magic to allow Christine to accurately see the structure of Strange's body, and quickly aimed at the position, slowly injecting norepinephrine.

And at this time, little brother C went out of his body because he couldn't get rid of the levitation cloak for a while, and was going to use his soul to kill Strange. He also knew that Strange's physical condition was quite bad, and his treatment could not be successful.

Strange's soul moved slightly.

"It seems that I should disappear for a while."

"What?" Christine, holding the needle, was stunned.

"Please, don't let me die."

Then I saw that Strange's soul disappeared.

(End of this chapter)