[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

"You actually lied to me?"

Modu did not expect the current situation to happen.

The intense anger had numb his nerves, and buried his proud sensitivity and carefulness in madness.

He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but was tripped by the magic lasso Wang threw at his feet and staggered.

After standing still, he glared at Xi Ouluo angrily, flipped his wrist, and threw the scimitar in his hand forcefully.

The bright and sharp tip of the knife pierced through the air, and rushed straight to Xi Ouluo's eyebrows, approaching in an instant.

Strange was still directing the big net to fall slowly, helpless.

Another magician was busy untying the shackles of those unlucky ones brought by Modu.

Xi Ouluo's pupils couldn't help shrinking suddenly, and his scalp was numb.

But fortunately, he has seen a few big events in the world, and he didn't panic completely. Instead, he quickly raised his hand, drew a circle in front of him, and summoned the portal that mages often use on their way.

The scimitar slashed along the original trajectory, sank into the portal with a whoosh, and stuck straight into the wall of Sioro's bedroom in Kama Taj. .

Sioro breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stay away from here!"

The energy in Strange's body poured out like a flood, constantly impacting on Mordo's magic shield above his head. Seeing that Sioro was not injured, he immediately felt relieved, and took the time to roar behind him.

Xi Ouluo was not hypocritical, and immediately replied: "Okay, you have to be careful!"

He was very aware of how many brushes he had.

Without Strange's amazing talent in magic, and without Wang Jingnian's level of magic that has been practiced so hard, he could only hold back his teammates if he insisted on joining forces with Modu.

So Xiouluo quickly jumped out of the battle circle, ran to the side, and fought for the magician who was busy saving people.

The magician seemed to have great confidence in Casillas' ability, and quickly said thank you gratefully, then stood up, and went into the battle with arrogance.

Only Xi Ouluo and the four big brothers on the ground are left with big eyes facing each other.

How to do this?

Sioro rolled his eyes a few times.

I won't do it!

The mages who were tied up like zombies looked at him with eagerness and anticipation in their eyes.

Xi Ouluo was a little embarrassed, but still smiled at them soothingly, signaling them not to be nervous, and then began to rummage through the complicated memories, and finally pulled out a spell that could temporarily disable these magic items, and tentatively asked Said: "Immortal Oshutu, Mother of Light, please bless your guardian..."

Xi Ouluo spoke very sharply, and he recited a large section of spells without saying a word, combined with special gestures for spell casting.

At the moment when the voice fell, the four mages who were tied here by Modu for some reason felt their bodies loosen.

Siouluo squatted down and helped them untie the ropes that temporarily lost their magical effect.

"Thank you." The oldest mage inside had a gray beard. He stood up, and the loose rope slipped to the ground. "Thanks to you."

Xi Ouluo glanced at the mages who had made a mess with Modu, and waved his hand: "It's okay, you should go and help them."

The rest of the mages also supported each other and stood up. Xiouluo noticed that all the hanging rings in their hands had been taken away, so he gave them the few rings he carried with him.

With the addition of fresh blood, the balance of the battle situation began to gradually tilt.

The net had already landed on Modu's head, rubbing against the shield on Modu's body, causing sparks to fly and a sharp whistle.

A ray of golden light has already appeared on the horizon in the distance.

Xi Ouluo stood nervously watching from the sidelines, even breathing faster.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe half an hour.

Modu seemed to have been exhausted from the high-intensity battle, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees with a bang. The magic fishing net stuck on it at the right time, and quickly shrunk, trapping Modu tightly in the inside.

It's just that he didn't seem to have completely conceded defeat and straightened his neck.

The mages present looked at each other and stopped fighting on their own.Their positions formed a circle, placing Modu at the center of the circle, and then they chanted the spell together.

The fishing net began to shrink rapidly, sticking tightly to Modu's skin.

Modu let out a hoarse growl in his throat, his hands hang down to his thighs feebly, and finally he closed his eyes gradually.

Sioro walked up to Strange and asked nervously, "Did we succeed?"

Strange raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead to his eyes, and nodded to him.

Xi Ouluo breathed a sigh of relief.

"No!" Wang suddenly opened his mouth and shouted at the top of his voice, "Everyone get out!"

Siouluo: "???"

Ahhh what's the matter?

Before Xi Ouluo understood what had happened, Modu's clothes had been completely corroded and melted, eyeballs the size of adult men's fists rushed out of his muscles, and green pus was gurgling. bubbling.

Siouluo: "!!!"

Even Strange was taken aback for a moment.

Wang held Strange with his left hand and a fellow student with his right hand, and wanted to run outside without looking back.

And Strange subconsciously grabbed Sioro's wrist and pulled him to his side.

But it was too late.

Those huge eyeballs rolled down to the ground, quickly took root and grew, and thigh-thick rotten green vines burst out of the ground, waving their strong tentacles, like flexible snakes, crawling quickly close to the ground, one by one The child entangled everyone.

"King!" Sioro felt the sticky touch on his arms and calves, and his hair was about to explode, "What's going on?"

Wang's face was full of ashes.

"Modu sacrificed himself to Dormammu... sacrificing the lives of seven white mages could summon Dormammu to the earth, and Mordo sacrificed himself to Dormammu, willing to live forever as his servant, thus Allow part of Dormammu's consciousness to attach to him and enhance his strength."

Strange made an inference: "If we are all killed by him now, the sacrifice will still be successful."

Wang was slammed to the ground by a vine and let out a cry of pain.

"Yes..." He struggled to find his voice, "Dormammu will still come to Earth."

Siouluo: "..."

Strange: "..."

"Then what should we do now?" the mage with the white beard asked in a low voice.

Wang: "Striving hard to live?"

Xiouluo felt that the vines that locked him had gradually climbed up his neck, and the magical energy in his body was instantly emptied, and he could no longer recite a spell.

"But I think it's a bit difficult..." Sioro tugged on the green tentacles that tightened his neck, speaking intermittently.

Strange interjected: "I thought the car accident two years ago was the lowest point of my life. I really didn't expect that one day I would be strangled to death by green plants in a tourist attraction. Praise to the great Vishanti."

king:"……"

Siouluo really didn't know what to say.

are you afraid?

I don't seem to be too scared, but I feel very, very disgusted...

The force on his neck became heavier and heavier, and Xi Ouluo was already out of breath. The picture in front of him gradually blurred and doubled, his eyelids slowly drooped, and the last ray of light gradually disappeared.

He thought he would die like this, and after the sun rose in the morning, the British media would report the news.Maybe there will be a sensational title like "Seven corpses found at Stonehenge, suspected to be mass suicide by cult/religious organization".

Will Casillas occupy his body if he dies?Will anyone notice that Dr. Weissman has changed?

The thoughts in Xi Ouluo's mind were like a tangle of tangled wires, tightly entangled.

After a long time, he was still thinking about these unresolved answers.

No... he found that his brain was still working, he wasn't dead yet.

Xi Ouluo struggled a bit, trying his best to open his heavy eyelids that seemed to be filled with lead.

Then he felt that someone was helping him up, and that person put his head on his shoulder intimately to prevent him from falling to the ground.

That considerate and gentlemanly man is Dr. Strange.

Xi Ouluo's eyes were half-closed, and he asked in confusion, "Am I not dead?"

"Dr. Weissman," a light voice came directly into Sioro's mind, "please rest assured."

Xi Ouluo shuddered and completely woke up.

He saw a woman in a dark yellow monk's robe, with her back facing him, standing on the vast wilderness, those poisonous snake-like vines dreadfully attached to her feet, just about to move.

"Gu Yi Mage?"

Gu Yi heard his voice, turned his head, and nodded slightly.

Sioro was very surprised.

Why did the ancient one change?

Is the old man with wrinkles and age spots on his face and his back bent deeply in front of him really that supreme sorcerer who is so ethereal?