Sentinel

Chapter 390 Rebel

The Carpathian Mountains under the night, like an ancient behemoth crawling on the ground, extends in an arc from the Danube Gorge on the border between Austria and Slovakia to the east, passing through Poland, Ukraine and the Iron Gate Canyon in Romania along the way.

Near the border area of ​​Latvinia, in the dense forest in the southeast of the mountains, a tribe of gypsies lived.In the quiet night, tents are set up in the lee of the foot of the mountain, next to a shallow stream that is clear to the bottom, and occasionally there are a few embers of the bonfire that have not been extinguished, revealing the light of stars.

A dozen dilapidated old-fashioned pickups surrounded those tents, forming a simple temporary camp. This is the life of the gypsies. They never live in one place stably. They swim between the towns on the edge, Consciously or unintentionally avoiding the census or something, isolating myself from the world.

Among them are handmade coppersmiths from Romania, skilled car repairers, and more famous juggling troupes and girls who are good at dancing. Among them, the most mysterious is still a gypsy witch who can divination and psychic.

Every town, these gypsy witches with crystal balls and oil paints on their faces can often attract a lot of business, especially in backward and remote rural towns.

A cloud of dense mist suddenly rose from the dense forest, spreading towards the temporary camp of the gypsies at a fast speed, like a rolling wave, engulfing the tents one after another in an instant.

In the gray fog, Casillas, who was covered in black robes, stepped out. This fallen mage who betrayed Kama Taj had a red mark on his forehead, which was the trace of Domamu's gaze. Corroded by the energy of the dark dimension, the skin was cracked and broken, revealing dark purple veins.

From Kama Taj's library, he stole the forbidden ritual of communicating with the dark dimension and calling Dormammu, and became a dark minion on his own initiative, walking in the material world.

"Not enough, I need more fanatics."

Casillas spoke in an aria-like voice, and the dense fog seemed to have life, surrounding him.

Tents were overturned and torn apart, and the gypsies immersed in sweet dreams were instantly devoured by the fire of life and turned into dry corpses.

"It's a pity that none of them could bear Dormammu's gaze."

There was a black wave behind Casillas. In a short period of time, he used the evil ritual to communicate with the dark dimension to develop many believers.

Like Casillas, they were all deceived by Dormammu's so-called eternal home, hoping to gain the great power of immortality, and for this reason they were willing to become part of the dark dimension.

"Oh, here's a lucky little guy."

The fog tugged at a little girl in a linen gown and a bohemian hood, her silky blond hair tied in braids.

That immature little face was full of painful expressions. She withstood Dormammu's gaze, obtained the energy transformation of the dark dimension, and was about to join Casillas and become a fanatic.

"Welcome to the embrace of darkness..."

Casillas reached out to touch the girl's head, his expression changed suddenly, the space changed suddenly, a beam of electric light pierced through the thick fog, and struck a tent as if he had lost his aim.

The glare of the fire illuminated the mist, and the dark green cloak gradually appeared, from which a stern metal mask protruded.

"This is my territory, no one can act recklessly."

Doctor Doom's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes were cold, and the metal arm was lingering with electricity, like a python, ready to burst out at any time.

Behind him, the Iron Legion descended from the sky one after another, hitting the hard ground continuously, making clanging noises.

"Victor Doom..."

Casillas didn't seem to be surprised. Last time he created an evil sacrifice in the territory of Latvinia, resulting in the death of hundreds of people, during which he also clashed with the opponent's Iron Legion.

"If you are for what happened last time, I deeply regret that those people returned to the embrace of the dark dimension and gained eternal peace."

If this fallen mage ignores the weird attire, he would be more like a philosopher or an elegant nobleman.

"Mr. Doom, I heard that you used to be a scientist, and now you are concentrating on studying magic. Then you should be well versed in the laws of nature. Everything has an end."

Casillas didn't seem to intend to act immediately. He looked at Doctor Doom who led the legion, and said seriously: "Whether it is a planetary civilization or a life race, it will eventually perish. This is an irreversible rule in the universe, but the dark dimension different."

"There is no passage of time, and we submit to Dormammu, avoiding the coming of death, like so many worlds in the dark dimension. We will embrace life and gain eternal peace."

"Humans think about good and evil, but they don't know that their real enemy is time, which can destroy everything and destroy everything."

He spoke about the greatness of Dormammu in a cadenced tone, and his eyes were full of fanatical piety, making one's hair stand on end.

Doctor Doom sneered disdainfully, he would not believe this, and asked: "Those who were sacrificed by you and offered Dormammu with their lives and flesh, did you tell them the same?"

"They are insignificant, nothing more than tiny specks of dust in the vastness of the universe."

Casillas looked at Doctor Doom sincerely, and said loudly: "We are all slaves of time, imprisoned in the cage of death, if we want to break the shackles and transcend time, we must believe in Dormammu!"

"Mr. Doom, what I did was not to rule the world, or other ambitions... I just want to save everyone and put the future in the hands of Dormammu, the lord of all things."

"You think you can see through the truth, but you don't know that you are the fool whose eyes are blinded."

The dense fog was like a parting tide, showing a tall and straight figure, Xiao En smiled at the corner of his mouth, watching Casillas.

This mage, who was once admired by the ancient one, fell into darkness and became a fanatical follower of Dormammu, had a tragic fate.

He lost his beloved wife and children early, lost hope in life, thought he had nothing, gave up on himself, and was addicted to alcohol.

Until he came to Karma Taj, saw the power of magic, worshiped under Gu Yi's sect, and started his own practice.

It has to be said that Casillas is indeed a born mage, and his speed of progress shocked even Gu Yi. When others were still struggling with the appearance seen by the naked eye, he had already abandoned all cognition and stepped into the world. The gate of the magic hall.

In the ancient oriental adage, there is a sentence called "deep love will not live long, and wisdom will hurt the extreme", which is suitable for Casillas.

There is a hidden love for his wife and children in his heart, and with the in-depth study of magic, Casillas gradually yearns for more, such as reversing time and allowing dead relatives to return to his side.

Casillas has a deep fear of death, of time... so he hopes to seek power from magic.

This fallen mage was the first person to raise doubts among Kama Taj. He believed that the ancient one had concealed something, and the supreme mage was not a selfless saint.

Facts have proved that Casillas's guess is correct, he discovered the truth - the great supreme mage, actually violated the admonition of Kama Taj, abandoned the trinity of Visandra, and threw himself into the embrace of the dark dimension.

(End of this chapter)