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Confronted with these ancient and terrifying beings, Coulson did not clear his mind on the spot and become a slave to the darkness, which is already a sign of firm will.

Although death is an outcome he is unwilling to accept, at least Coulson hopes that his death will have some meaning...

"You can't record the slightest bit about the scene behind the curtain." Desmond said in an unquestionable tone.

“But you can record everything else.”

Coulson nodded slightly. He put the recorder to his mouth and slowly and with difficulty recorded everything that happened in detail.

The execution within a short period of time had obviously been captured by the special operations team of the helicopter overhead. A blue, red and white flying shield and a very identifiable roar struck above the helicopter.

With a slight stroke of the long sword in Desmond's hand, a circular shield easily knocked away the flying shield.

"Asgardians! How many more deaths do you want to cause in this land?!"

Steve caught the flying shield, and Captain America, who was always a good guy, looked at Desmond with vicious eyes.

"..."

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

In his long career, Desmond has become accustomed to being misunderstood - but there are some things that he still feels the need to explain clearly.

"I am not an Asgardian, I am... a hybrid. The blood flowing through me has never been pure Asgardian blood."

Desmond's last words echoed in Steve's ears

"He was a brave warrior. I do not make any excuse for my execution. But I hope you can understand..."

"Your world no longer has a guardian."

"Your world can only rely on yourselves."

280. Strange and Strange

Wrapped in a thick down jacket and cold-proof equipment, Strange was shivering as he walked on the roof of the world.

He didn't even know what he was crazy about, but he actually ran to the Himalayas, and even wanted to die and wanted 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 alone as if seeking death.

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

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

This is really...speechless.

Strange felt his feet weaken and he fell into the solid, icy snow, but his body wrapped in the down jacket felt scorching hot.

This feeling was like the power gushing out of his body, making Strange feel extremely frightened.

He is a doctor, and he knows very well that his current 'vitality' is just that his cells have begun to break down proteins to provide themselves with energy.

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

His life may come to a ridiculous end here, dying alone on the roof of a world without people...

But there was no need to struggle. It was not that he had never tried to terminate his journey, but what made him laugh was that he could no longer find his way back.

For the first time, Strange discovered that he might still have such a problem as road madness.

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

This may be a bad hallucination. After all, what kind of truth and Loki could allow him to see a high-level intellectual wearing Oxford shoes on the roof of the world?

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

"Steve Strange, you are four minutes late from the time you were supposed to arrive."

The white-haired gentleman put away his pocket watch and said in a voice with no emotion.

"Are you going to get up by yourself, or should I help you up?"

Strange's lips moved slightly, but an incredible flow of heat poured into his body, and the ensuing vitality made Strange not only dispel the sleepiness, but even become extremely energetic. !

"You gave me a shot of adrenaline?"

Strange hurriedly got up, and now he felt as if his whole body was burning with so much energy!

"...Since you have followed your own voice and come here, do you still want to stick to your science?"

He looked at Strange and seemed a little dissatisfied.

"My heartfelt voice...you are the same one...what the hell is going on with me?!"

Strange pointed at her excitedly, just like the many patients who cried with joy after hearing Strange's "There is a way" reply.

"My name is Desmond, and I am the senior deacon of Karma Taj." Desmond said expressionlessly.

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

"Listen! I don't want to do any magic tricks. I..."

Before the excited Strange could finish his words, he was slapped by Desmond and pushed down the mountain.

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

But the feeling of falling rapidly undoubtedly made his heartbeat exceed the highest point in his history!

Then he felt like this for thirty minutes.

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

bump! ! !

Strange fell hard to the ground with his feet on the ground, but he did not fall into a pulp. He only fell freely in the air for thirty minutes without any regrets.

"This is the easiest way for people like you, who always talk about common sense and science, to understand the nature of magic."

Desmond walked over leisurely, pulled Strange up unceremoniously, and looked at the next Supreme Mage who seemed to have been spoiled, with a playful expression of interest.

"How's it going? Can you understand now 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 severely punished, Strange still showed a arrogance and refused to admit defeat.

"You can think so, and maybe you are likely to have such a chance." Desmond nodded elegantly

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

Strange shook his head. Thirty minutes after being thrown into the air and falling, Strange had obviously learned the word humility - of course, his words would still sound offensive to ordinary people.

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

Desmond unceremoniously revealed the original arrangement of Ancient One, tilted his head and said

"But it's a pity that something is 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 become a magician yourself? Does it mean that there is no one in the world who can be a magician except you and me?"

"There are many." Desmond said calmly.

"But they are gone now... Their defeat and war happened much earlier than New York. They are all trapped in the deepest darkness, and you may really be the last person in the world who is qualified to inherit the position of Supreme Mage. ”

Only then did Strange have time to observe his surroundings. He found that he seemed to be in an oriental square, or a martial arts stage.

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

But only, this place lacks even a little bit of popularity.

There is no one here. The dust accumulated on the shelves and the fallen leaves on the ground prove that no one has been here for more than four months at least.

"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 appeared between his fingers.

"Your most important task is to bring this gem back to the real universe! It is in the darkness that the Lord fell into, 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 the ability to talk about responsibility now."

Desmond looked at Strange and dissed him unceremoniously.

Yes, Strange, who has never experienced loss and troughs, just like Stark, who has never been to the Middle East, will never understand the importance of responsibility.

People like them are not without their shining points and excellence in humanity. They have these, but these shining points are often hidden under their flashy appearance.

If the golden shell of those honors had not been peeled off, they might never have the day to bloom with honor.

In fact, Desmond can also set some tests and hardships to discover the shining points of Strange's humanity.

But he felt that it was not necessary, and he did not have the time.

"The responsibility you shoulder 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 away from New York that day!"

"Is it you?" Strange's eyes widened slightly.

In fact, there is something wrong with the fact that he left New York because of the lecture during the Battle of New York.

Although the logic is sound, it is something that should not have happened...

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

Strange asked such a cerebral palsy without saying anything. He is undoubtedly a calm and rational person, the complete opposite of Steve Rogers.

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

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

"Go in, the place where you train 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 power to choose at all.

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

And a figure was really floating cross-legged in the air, and Strange couldn't see his face clearly in the dim light around him.

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

"excuse me……"

Strange took a step forward and was about to introduce himself, but when he saw him, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Welcome, hello...or hello to ourselves."

Strange looked at his stunned self and sighed.

"I hate this feeling."

281. Battle of Hell Star

Main Universe On New Xandar

A mighty migration started again, and the Xandarians, who had spent a long time to finally regain a foothold on this planet and build a new home, were forced to live in exile again.

But the leader of all this was ‘Moses’ who saved them

"Leave this planet and if you still stay in the atmosphere after the planet rotates once, your lives will be deprived of you!"

The huge projection of Cross' cold gaze was suspended in the square built by the people to praise her merits, watching everyone who passed by in a hurry.

The people no longer looked at Cross with any respect or love, but only with deep hatred.

Because Close sold them all.

In a sudden war that targeted the entire new Xandar planet, their fleet and manpower suffered heavy losses, and they almost completely fell to the hands of the terrifying Necron.

Those terrifying undead fleets relied on that almost miraculous technology to get rid of the jump technology and still sail at super-light speed in the physical universe.

They penetrated into the hinterland while completely bypassing Xandar's space detection equipment, and carried out a horrific attack on the new Xandar planet.

More than half of the fleet was damaged in an instant, and the people were almost destroyed. At this time, Cross, who was supposed to lead them, swore allegiance to the Necron without hesitation.

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 three days before announcing complete surrender.

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

Having done such evil things, she further threw countless people into the terrifying reforging furnace of the Necron.

The product called the 'Supreme Agreement' transformed the people of the rebuilding Xandar planet into terrifying bodies of steel in large quantities, and then the metal structure of the entire planet.