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Facing the existence of these ancient horrors, Coulson did not clear his sanity on the spot and then fell into the slave of the darkness, which is already a manifestation of firm will.

Death is an unwilling result of course, but at least Coulson hopes that his death has some meaning...

"You can't record the slightest thing about what's behind the veil," Desmond said in an unquestionable tone.

"But you can record everything else."

Coulson nodded lightly, put the recorder to his mouth, and recorded everything that happened in detail with difficulty.

And the execution in this short period of time has obviously been captured by the special forces of the helicopter overhead. A blue, red and white flying shield and a very recognizable roar attacked from the top of the helicopter.

With a light stroke of the long sword in Desmond's hand, a circular shield easily knocked the flying shield into the air.

"Asgardians! How much death do you want to create in this land?!"

Steve caught the flying shield, and the always-good Captain America stared at Desmond with vicious eyes.

"..."

Desmond didn't want to explain anything, he just took Coulson's **** tape recorder and threw it over, smoothed Coulson's eyes, and then turned around and disappeared like the wind.

Over his long career, Desmond had grown accustomed to being misunderstood—but there were some things he felt compelled to explain.

"I'm not Asgardian, I'm a... half-blood, and I've never had pure Asgardian blood flowing through me."

Desmond's last voice echoed in Steve's ears

"He was a brave warrior, and I have no excuse for my execution. But I hope you understand..."

"Your world, there is no guardian anymore."

"Your world can only depend on you."

280. Strange and Strange

Wrapped in a thick down jacket and cold protection equipment, Strange, shivering, walked on the roof of the world.

He didn't even know what was going on in his madness, but he actually ran to the Himalayas, and even wanted to die to climb Mount Everest...

To be honest, just because of the whispers in his head, as a doctor, he actually believed these strange words, and then tried to climb the Himalayas by himself.

If he really died here, it would also be a huge joke in the history of medicine.

A surgeon who won the World Medical Annual Award, a famous professor, went to the Himalayas alone to seek death because he believed the voice in his head?

This is really... speechless.

Strange felt soft under his feet and fell into the solid frozen snow, but his body wrapped in the down jacket was scorching hot.

This feeling, like the power gushing out of his body, made Strange feel incomparably terrified.

He's a doctor, and he's well aware that his 'vigour' is nothing more than his cells starting to break down proteins to power himself.

In layman's terms, this is the return of light.

His life may be about to draw a ridiculous end here. On the roof of the world without people, a person dies alone...

But there is no need to struggle, and it's not that he hasn't tried to end his travels, but what makes him laugh is that he can't find a way back.

For the first time, Strange discovered that he might have a problem with Lu Chi.

Just as Strange closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep like this, a pair of black Oxford shoes suddenly appeared in front of him.

This may be a bad hallucination, after all, what kind of reasoning and Loki can allow himself to see a high-level intellectual in Oxford shoes on the roof of the world?

Strange raised his head, and he saw a well-dressed white-haired gentleman, which made Strange even more certain that he must be hallucinating.

"Steve Strange, you're four minutes late when you should have arrived."

The white-haired gentleman put away his pocket watch and said in an inaudible voice.

"Are you getting up by yourself, or shall I help you get up?"

Strange's lips moved slightly, but it was unbelievable that a stream of heat poured into his body, and the ensuing vitality made Strange not only dispel the drowsiness, but even become extremely energetic !

"You gave me a shot of epinephrine?"

Strange hurriedly got up, and now he felt so energetic that he was about to burn!

"...Since you have followed your own heart and came here, are you still obsessed with your science?"

He looked at Strange and seemed a little dissatisfied.

"Sound of the heart...you are the same...what the **** is going on with me?!"

Strange pointed at her excitedly, like a lot of patients who were crying with joy when they heard "there is a way" in Strange's reply.

"My name is Desmond, and I'm the senior deacon of Karma Taj." Desmond said with a blank expression.

"And you, Stephen Strange, are the next Supreme Mage appointed by His Holiness."

"Listen! I don't want to do any tricks, I-"

Desmond slapped the excited Strange and pushed him down the mountain before he could finish speaking.

The bone-scratching wind blowing across his face and the weightlessness caused by the rapid fall made Strange unable to even scream.

But the feeling of the rapid fall undoubtedly made his heartbeat exceed the highest point accumulated in his history!

Then, he continued to feel this way for thirty minutes.

Yes, thirty minutes. If calculated at the speed of free fall, he probably fell at least to a height of more than 300,000 meters...

bump! ! !

Strange fell to the ground with four feet on the ground, but he didn't fall into meat sauce, only free fall in the air for 30 minutes without love.

"It's the easiest way to get someone like you who always talks about common sense and science to understand the nature of magic."

Desmond walked leisurely, pulled Strange up unceremoniously, and looked at the next Supreme Mage who seemed to be broken, showing a playful expression of interest.

"How is it? Can you now understand the important responsibility you shoulder?"

"...You mean I have to let others try to free fall for thirty minutes in the future?"

Even though he was slapped hard by others, Strange still showed an unconvincing look.

"You can think so, and maybe you have the chance." Desmond nodded gracefully.

"...Listen, I really don't want to be a Supreme Mage, I'd rather be a surgeon."

Strange shook his head. Thirty minutes after he was thrown into the air and fell, Strange obviously learned the word humility-of course, his words still sounded harsh to ordinary people.

"If you follow the original historical process, your hands will be abolished, and then you will lose your wealth and finally have to join Kama Taj."

Desmond unceremoniously stated Gu Yi's original arrangement, tilted his head and said.

"But unfortunately there is something wrong with Kama Taj now... Strange, we need you to mature as soon as possible to inherit the throne of the Supreme Mage."

"Can't you be yourself? Does it mean that there is no one in the world who can be a magician except me and you?"

"There are many." Desmond said lightly

"But they're all gone now...their defeat and war were much earlier than New York, they were all caught in the deepest darkness, and you may really be the last person in the world who is eligible to inherit the throne of the Supreme Mage already."

Strange had time to look around, and he found that he seemed to be in an oriental square, or a performance stage.

Those shelves are also filled with all kinds of strange weapons, and there are cascading temples in the distance, which look simple and strict.

But only, there is a lack of even any popularity here.

There was no one here, and the dust on the shelves and the fallen leaves on the ground proved that no one had been here for at least four months.

"I……"

Strange opened his mouth, he knew that he had no right to refuse, he hesitated, and asked

"Then why does it have to be me? What can I do?"

"I chose you because you have this ability, and the most important thing you can do..."

Desmond hooked his fingers, and an emerald green gem emerged between his fingers.

"Your most important task is to bring this gem back to the real universe! It is in the darkness where His Holiness fell, and only you are qualified to get and hold this gem."

"Strange, I know you are a very irresponsible person - shut up, you don't have any ability to talk about responsibility now."

Desmond looked at Strange and rudely dissed him

Yes, Strange, who has not experienced loss and lows, is like Stark who has not been to the Middle East, and will never understand the importance of responsibility.

People like them are not without the brilliance and excellence of their humanity. They have these, but these brilliance are often concealed under their flashy appearance.

If they hadn't peeled off the golden shell of those honors, they might never have a day when honor bloomed.

In fact, Desmond could also set up some trials and tribulations to discover the shining points of Strange's humanity.

But he felt that there was no need for it, and there was no time for it.

"The responsibility on your shoulders is heavier than you think! Don't talk to us about dedication, if it weren't for me, do you think you would still be so far from New York that day!"

"It's you?" Strange narrowed his eyes slightly.

In fact, the fact that he left New York for a lecture during the Battle of New York was full of inappropriateness.

Although the logic is smooth, it should not have happened in the first place...

"If you knew this was going to happen, why didn't you do more?!"

Such a cerebral palsy question Strange did not say. He is undoubtedly a calm and rational person, who is the complete opposite of Steve Rogers.

"If you can understand that, then you understand that it is both our request and your reward for taking this responsibility on your shoulders."

Desmond said calmly, he put on the ring, and opened a door to another space in front of him.

"Go in, your training place is there, you will have a mentor who is most suitable for you... You will also have enough time, although it will be very hard."

Strange took a deep breath, and now he knew that he had no choice at all.

He walked into the portal opened by the ring, and it took a while for his eyes to adjust to the dim light.

And a figure was really suspended in the air, and Strange couldn't see his appearance clearly in the dim light around him.

He could only see the conspicuous bright red cloak on his body, swaying slightly in the suspended air.

"excuse me……"

Strange stepped forward and just wanted to introduce himself, but when he saw him, his eyes narrowed sharply.

"Welcome, hello...or, just ask ourselves."

Strange looked at himself stunned and sighed.

"I hate that feeling."

281. The Battle of Hell Star

On the main universe Johor Bahru

A mighty migration activity was carried out again, and it took a long time for the Xandars to re-establish a foothold on this planet and establish a new home, and were forced to live a life of exile once again.

But the leader of all this is the 'Moses' who saved them

"Leaving this planet, if you stay in the atmosphere after the planet rotates for one week, your life will be deprived!"

The huge projection of Cross's icy gaze floated on the square built by the people to praise her merits, watching everyone who passed by in a hurry.

The eyes of the people looking at Cross no longer have any respect and love, and some only have deep hatred.

Because Cross sold them all.

In a sudden war targeting the entire planet of Johor Bahru, their fleet and manpower suffered heavy losses, and almost all fell to the hands of the terrifying Necrons.

Those terrifying undead fleets relied on the almost miraculous technology to get rid of the leap technology but still travel at the speed of light in the physical universe.

They went straight into the hinterland while completely bypassing Xandar's space detection equipment, and carried out a terrifying attack on the new Xandar star.

The fleet was damaged more than half in an instant, and the people were almost destroyed. At this time, Cross, who was supposed to lead them, did not hesitate to swear allegiance to the Necrons.

She knelt down on her knees and willingly offered all of Xandar's territory with both hands.

Because of this, the newly established Shandar regime did not even last for three days, and declared its complete surrender.

And as a tribute to her 'loyalty', she became a complete Necron. The body of living metal replaced the body that once flowed with nova energy, and the cold mind replaced the once warm brain.

Having done such a wicked thing, she further threw countless people into the terrifying recasting furnace of the Necrons.

The product called the 'Reconciliation Agreement' transformed the people of Xandar Star, which was being rebuilt, into terrifying steel bodies in large quantities, and then the metal structure of the entire planet.