American Comics: Borrowed Magic By Skill, Why Should I Return It?

"Keep drawing!"

"This large body... 800 milliliters is not enough!"

"At least draw one thousand eight!"

Chu Xiu sat on top of a container.

Under Chu Xiu's command, his subordinates drew blood from the unconscious Jin Bing.

In order to draw blood from this large body, Chu Xiu had thoughtfully prepared a veterinary needle.

That's right.

The kind used to inject pigs in rural areas.

Once inserted, the blood flowed back into the tube.

"Wow..."

"Not much skill, but the blood pressure is not low."

Chu Xiu watched from the side like a heartless capitalist.

He not only drew blood from these people.

Afterwards, he made a group of dizzy and disoriented people, who were walking unsteadily, set up a ritual on the other side of the warehouse.

"Make it clear!"

"Don't mess it up!"

"Otherwise, next time I'll just use you as sacrifices!"

Chu Xiu threatened while watching.

A group of ruthless gangsters, who had committed murder and arson, turned pale and trembled in fear.

"It's over, could this guy be a madman who believes in demons?"

"Remove the 'could', he's clearly a madman!"

"Didn't you hear him say he wants to use us as sacrifices?"

"Damn it~"

The situation had exceeded the expectations of these people.

They were not afraid of killing.

They were not afraid of dealing in arms.

But now, as they looked at the eerie symbols drawn in blood on the ground, as well as the numerous obscure and mysterious inscriptions, everyone present gradually realized that something was wrong with the situation.

Daredevil quietly took a few steps back.

He arrived at the entrance of the warehouse.

His hand reached into his pocket, holding his phone, hesitating whether to make a call to the police.

But in the end, he gave up on the idea.

Because it would be useless~

Unless he could summon the Avengers.

Otherwise, with the power Chu Xiu had shown, calling the police would be a joke.

And...

"It seems like I'm on his side?"

Daredevil slapped his thigh.

As if waking up from a dying illness, the accomplice turned out to be myself!?

...

At the same time.

The crack that opened on the streets of New York had already attracted the attention of many people.

At first, it was just ordinary police officers who received the alarm and came to investigate.

But after searching for a long time, they found nothing.

The crack emitted high temperatures.

It was deep and bottomless.

No one knew how it was formed, let alone where it led to.

The strange phenomenon quickly caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"So this thing suddenly appeared?"

S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 7 agent Grant Ward was ordered to come and investigate.

He was accompanied by two technicians, Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons.

"The instruments detected a strong energy reaction, gamma values are severely exceeded."

"Conclusion?"

"This crack was not naturally formed, a force gave birth to it."

After listening to Leo Fitz's explanation, Grant Ward frowned and pressed his communicator: "Boss, can you hear me?"

A response quickly came from the other end of the communicator.

"I'm on my way."

After a moment.

A bald man rushed to the scene.

And he was none other than S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 8 agent Phil Coulson, who was supposed to have died under Loki's scepter during the Battle of New York.

"Have you found the source of the energy that created this thing?"

"No."

"The energy source is on the other side."

"The other side? What do you mean?"

Phil Coulson's face changed as he arrived at the scene, and he quickly asked.

"It means... this crack is some kind of portal, just like the one during the Battle of New York."

"..."

Upon hearing this answer, Phil Coulson seemed to have thought of something bad, and his face changed drastically.

"Quick!"

"Everyone evacuate! Contact the Avengers..."

Phil Coulson hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly!

The ground shook!

The crack began to expand at a visible speed!

A large amount of scorching lava, like a volcanic eruption, spewed out of the crack!

And then...

A giant crimson hand stretches out from the lava!

It grabs the edge of the crack!

Tears open the crack!

And slowly climbs up!

"Hehehe..."

Accompanied by laughter.

The figure of Nashtir slowly appears.

It is a huge and terrifying body!

"After a hundred years..."

"I have finally come here again."

Nashtir stands up slowly.

Its body is as tall as several floors.

With every move, the surrounding buildings burst into flames!

Buildings and metals closer to it directly melt, turning into flowing lava!

"Fragile humans..."

"Fragile creations..."

Nashtir sneers.

It looks disdainfully at those ant-like humans, who are panicking and fleeing.

"Go."

"Plunder, my warriors."

Nashtir gives the order.

Countless hell demons that have been restrained for a long time surge out of the crack like a tide!

They are impatient!

They are densely packed!

They spread out like locusts!

Fierce and terrifying, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty red light!

"Modu!"

"Modu!!"

"We have come to find you!!!"

...

"Achoo!"

Kamar-Taj.

Modu suddenly sneezes.

After sneezing, he looks around in confusion. This is already his third sneeze today.

"Could it be that I caught a cold?"

Modu furrows his brow.

According to reason, his constitution shouldn't catch a cold, right?

"How strange..."

Unable to figure it out, Modu shakes his head and chooses to put this matter aside.

Continue training!

Diligence and hard work are the only ways to become stronger!

Only step by step!

Sweat drips, and the crops grow!

...

"Great Shadow Demon, I am your devout follower in the mortal world. Now I am in trouble, can you lend me 500 yuan on WeChat?"

"No, this scam might work on those idiots in hell, but it won't fool the dimensional demons."

While Modu is diligently training,

On the other side, Chu Xiu is also practicing his conversation skills for the upcoming encounter with the Shadow Demon.

At the moment,

The ritual to summon the Shadow Demon has been set up.

Looking around, the warehouse is filled with inscriptions and symbols drawn in blood!

The red patterns are everywhere!

From the ground to the walls!

The strong smell of blood makes one feel as if they are in a slaughterhouse!

...

Jin Bing has already regained consciousness from his coma.

This well-informed big shot is obviously frightened by the changes in the warehouse.

His face is pale, and his body trembles slightly...

Definitely~

It could also be because he has lost too much blood.

"Um..."

"Friend, we have done as you instructed. Can you let us go now?"

Jin Bing doesn't know how to address Chu Xiu.

At this moment, he no longer harbors any hostility towards the Asian youth in front of him.

He is scared!

Truly scared!

This is no longer an existence that a beginner village boss like him can encounter!

"I almost forgot about you."

Chu Xiu turns around and looks at Jin Bing.

If this fat guy hadn't said a word, he would have almost forgotten that this group of people was still here.

"You want to leave, right?"

"No problem, I am a man of my word, known for my good reputation."

Chu Xiu walks up to Jin Bing.

He pats his chubby face with his hand.

"But I have a small suggestion."

"You see, your line of work is so dangerous. Who knows, one day, if I'm in a bad mood, I might come and wipe you out."

"So..."

"Why don't you pay me some protection money every month?"

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