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The most outrageous thing is that by the time I mastered magic, Tony Stark's medical company had already mastered the method of treating nerves, but by this time I had been forced to chop down several dark wizards and become the Supreme Sorcerer.

In order to protect the earth, I don't even have the chance to regret.

Now I have to take the Eye of Agamotto, also known as the Time Stone, to negotiate with the dark lord Dormammu. I don't know how many times I have died, but the other party is finally willing to give in. Now even more bizarre things are happening.

An ordinary human and a creature whose depth he had no way of figuring out broke in here through the magic he set up. To be honest, he always had an inexplicable fear of that creature that looked very cute, so what was going on?

He always felt that the cute-looking guy looked strangely familiar.

Stephen Strange fell into deep thought.

Spider-Man looked at the terrifying monster and finally regained the ability to speak.

"my God."

"This is dangerous???!!! Ghost, this is outrageous! Please don't describe such an outrageous crisis in such an understated tone!"

"How did you get in? What are you doing here?"

Looking at the little spider yelling, he couldn't help but frown, looking annoyed.

It was not until this moment that he finally remembered the identity of one of the two guys who broke in unexpectedly. He had seen him in the figurines and had also heard about him during the alien invasion. The other party was a knight, a hero, and should not come to cause trouble.

But in this case, he would have to protect two more people. I wonder if they can adapt to the experience of life and death.

He looked at the obviously young boy with a troubled look on his face.

"! Are you here to make fun of me?! You bastards!"

Dormammu is not a good-tempered person, and can even be said to be quite irritable, especially after the opponent repeatedly tormented him with the method of repeated resurrection, he became even more irritable.

He swung his huge fist and hammered down mercilessly.

Stephen Strange sighed and calmly used the Eye of Agamotto, ready to drag the two people into the realm of time at any time, but the artifact that had always been effective failed this time, and the member of the Avengers named Knight was not affected at all.

This discovery made it impossible for him to remain calm. No matter what the other party's reason was for coming here, whether it was an accident or intentional, if the other party really died here and he was intact, he would not be able to explain it clearly to the Avengers even if he had ten mouths.

Even if the other party doesn't pursue the matter in the end, he will still feel guilty about it.

As for Spider-Man, he was completely panicked. After all, his spider alarm was ringing so wildly that he could hardly hear any sound. He subconsciously looked for a place in this bizarre world where he could safely avoid the attack, but he found nothing.

So he looked up at the monster in front of him in despair, hoping that it was just an oversized embroidered pillow, and at the same time hoping that the ghost had a way to deal with it.

The ghost just watched calmly as cracks caused by the void appeared on its mask. Dormammu seemed to sense something and subconsciously paused his swinging fist for a moment, but it was only a moment. After the pause, they would be greeted with a more fierce attack.

He seemed to want to vent the unbearable frustration and humiliation he had suffered before in this attack. Anyway, the worst outcome would be that he would not be able to kill these provocative insects. After all, what could these three tiny insects do to him?

As for the darkness he had felt before, which was as deep as his, it was probably just an illusion. Perhaps it was an illusion caused by the other party locking him in this space and harassing him repeatedly.

The ghost's figure quickly disappeared from the spot. Its originally small, white, transparent elytra had turned into large, pure black ones with some faint white patterns on them.

It faced the huge fist head-on with its flapping elytra. Its tiny body formed a sharp contrast with the opponent's huge fist. It was not even half the size of the fist, and it looked like it would die in an instant.

The little spider looked up from below, looking around speechlessly. For some reason, he remembered the fallen corpse and the red tank that was so huge to the other party.

He didn't know whether the situation at that time was also so oppressive and so tense.

Because the smoke and dust covered all traces, he didn't know what happened in the smoke and dust. He only knew that after the smoke and dust cleared, one was alive, one was dead, one was standing, and one fell down.

The little spider just watched.

Stephen Strange thought the other party was frightened and complained while preparing to pull him away. When the power of time became uncertain, he no longer had absolute confidence.

But when he pulled the person, he subconsciously looked up, and then he was dumbfounded along with everyone else.

The tiny bone nail pressed against the huge fist, blocking the opponent's momentum and making it impossible for him to move.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a short while before the other party's other hand suddenly reached out to grab the ghost, but only touched a black shadow.

Dormammu looked down and saw some black substance hitting his face hard. The long-lost pain increased his anger, and this strange space became more and more bizarre as his anger grew.

221 Dormammu, who cheats and attacks without any moral principles

Dormammu roared angrily. The long-lost pain and frustration almost made him completely lose his mind. The dark king had never suffered such humiliating treatment.

Scattered unknown crystals floated into the air, and the entire space was shaking because of the opponent's anger. Stephen Strange was floating in the air, stepping on a complex pattern of a completely unrecognizable plane, barely stabilizing his body. He looked at the little spider who was almost knocked unconscious by the shaking ground, and cast a spell on him.

The little spider also reappeared in the sky out of thin air. They stared at the battlefield in the middle. The little spider looked back at the guy who could perform magic, and then looked at the huge monster again, and couldn't help but ask.

"How can I help?"

He is also a hero, so naturally he is unwilling to live under the protection of others all the time.

"I think our presence here is the biggest help. It's a good lesson I've learned not to act on my own and cause more trouble."

But Stephen Strange just shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal. He felt that he could not join in this battle. He could not even keep up with the speed of both sides. If he tried to go over reluctantly, it would be hard to say whether he would be helping or hindering.

"Okay." Spider-Man's tone became depressed again. He couldn't count how many times he had been depressed today, but it was still not a small number. "That answer is really depressing."

Forget it, on the bright side, he was reluctantly going on a mission with the Avengers. No wonder Tony Stark rejected him time and time again. He looked up at the gradually blurred battlefield, then looked at himself.

They can't compete in combat power, nor can they be compared as mascots. Perhaps their only role is to be a chatterbox. They are not as sharp-tongued as Tony Stark, and there is nothing outstanding about their setting. It is normal that they cannot join the Avengers. After all, they are unlikely to collide with the people set up.

He was lost in thought, and only when his spider sense kicked in did he get startled by the crystal stone that was flung towards him. He subconsciously spit out spider silk to dodge, but found that there was no foothold. Fortunately, the shield added by Stephen Fensterlan was quite powerful, so he was only frightened without any danger.

The ghost watched as the overwhelming number of crystals were being thrown towards it crazily and without any pattern, and it nimbly transformed into a black shadow, easily dodging every fatal attack.

Dormammu noticed that the other party entered his own dimension the moment he dodged his attack, and the pure black shadow was just a concept left outside by the other party.

So it can't be touched.

Conventional attacks cannot hurt Dao Darkness or Shadow. He was the first person to notice this. Was this a cult developed by some damn guy?

Because the pure black substance that overflowed from the other party's brief infiltration into the dimension even made him shudder.

But so what? Dormammu, in his rage, didn't have the time to think about the person behind a cultist. Besides, the cultist couldn't possibly possess the power of an entire dimension; at most, he was just a powerful being within that dimension.

Moreover, he had already seen that the other party's infiltration into the dimension was not permanent, and it might even take some time to recover.

He stared closely at the tiny guy and found a critical opportunity. A brilliant purple beam of light gushed out of his mouth at such a speed that there was almost no time to react.

The energy was so hot that the air seemed to be on fire. The ghost, who had just moved out of the rubble, looked up at the brilliant beam of light. The black transparent elytra behind him flapped without thinking. He jumped high, but was still some distance away from avoiding the attack.

But at this time it had turned into a black shadow again. Shadow Sprint did have a cooling time. It used to be to prevent the void from getting out of control, and now it was to prevent the container from being damaged. It hadn't had such a hearty battle for a long time. It didn't want to end the battle so early, nor did it want to reveal the void and scare the friend it had just met behind it.

"You! Damn it."

Dormammu watched as the other side easily dodged his attack once again and roared angrily.

Green vines wrapped around it in layers, but in front of the sharp bone nails, they were cut into pieces like melons and vegetables.

The black patterns flowing on it were so thick that they almost seeped out of the void. It stepped on the other side's stacked stone pillars, and a whistling sound rang out from its body. Black crystals condensed on its body one after another, and then fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The ghost infected almost every object with the abyss. This was not intentional, but was a natural infection caused by the objects' long-term companionship with the void.

The extremely harsh and sharp scream resounded in every corner of the space, even Spider-Man and Stephen Strange were affected.

The little spider covered his ears in pain and knelt down, almost curling up into a ball.

A certain Doctor Strange was not in a much better situation. The magic circle flashing beside his ears made a sound of being on the verge of shattering, and he couldn't suppress the bitterness on his face.

Those black vengeful spirits entangled together and made shrill cries as they hit Dormammu hard. The ghosts' use of void magic became more and more mature and was no longer limited to fixed forms.

The void combined with the resentment of the dead almost corroded a big hole in his body, and he howled in pain.

"You win, I give up this place, I give up this place! I will never come here again!"

Stephen Strange was filled with joy when he heard these words. To be honest, he almost blurted out these words, but when he thought of the times she had died and looked at her miserable appearance, he decided to maintain his composure.

No matter what, the Earth is the winner.

When the ghost heard the other party's words, it put away its weapons and folded its black transparent elytra. It slowly landed on the ground and looked at the other party calmly, with a little regret in its heart.

It never attacks those who surrender, even if the ghost can sense that the other party's heart is still filled with resentment towards it, but it doesn't care. It only cares that it is likely that it will not be able to eat this meal.

Just when Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief, a huge amount of energy condensed in Dormammu's mouth again and attacked at an extremely fast speed. The ghost subconsciously used the power of Shadow Dash to dodge and appeared not far away, where it had not noticed.

An extremely tiny crystal, which contained an unknown amount of concentrated dark matter, suddenly emerged from the protruding stone pillar.

The distance was so close that the ghost had no way to react. It was hit hard and flew away. It fell not far away, and there were countless cracks on its mask.

222 Liberate the Void, Embrace the Void, and Erase the Concept of Darkness

This change happened so suddenly that the smile that a certain poor mage had finally managed to raise froze on his face.

"No no no no no no no!"

As for why Spider-Man was looking in disbelief at the direction where the ghost fell, his legs, which had already become weak due to the loud noise before, fell to the ground as if some backbone had been pulled out. After all, he was just a student, not yet an adult.

Even though he appears to be an extremely optimistic person, and can quickly stand up after falling down, as if nothing can completely defeat him, it cannot conceal the fact that he is just a student who has not yet graduated and entered the society.

"Dormammu, I thought you would at least have some dignity, but it seems I overestimated you!"

Stephen Strange looked at the other person angrily, almost pointing at his nose and cursing him. He would not die anyway.

"Face? The winner takes all, the loser gets nothing. What a simple truth."

Dormammu, who finally regained a little dignity, sneered at people, brilliant energy surged through his body, and the wounds on his body were slowly healing.

"Dormammu!"

Stephen Stellan looked at the other person angrily and spoke with gritted teeth.

"Don't think you've won! Just like before, you can't kill me, you'll never be able to kill me. I can stay here with you a thousand times, ten thousand times, or even forever!"

Upon hearing these words, Dormammu's expression became visibly angry again. He raised his hand, ready to punish the two tiny bugs. Even if he couldn't kill them completely, it would be a pleasure to hear their painful howls.

Just as he was about to take action, he felt a thick, indescribable substance surging.

That was emptiness - he himself didn't know why such a thought came to him.

This discovery made him panic. He looked around and finally fixed his eyes on the guy who had not moved for a long time.

Countless huge meteorites crushed towards there, and the rolling dust almost made people unable to open their eyes. The place was completely turned into a dilapidated ruin, but the panic feeling did not subside.

"No! What the hell are you?!"

He screamed in terror, and the series of changes happened so quickly that even Stephen Strange was confused.

Just as he was about to say something, he felt something trembling slowly awakening. He could feel that the indescribable terrifying thing was not targeting him, but was only affected by some of the residual power it emitted.

His teeth were chattering as layers of magic surrounded him and Spider-Man. Until now, he had not forgotten the little kid who had accidentally barged in, and he could clearly feel the seriousness of the matter.

Even though he hadn't tried it yet, he was very sure that if he died here, the Time Stone might not work and his body might be left to rot here.

As for the poor little spider, his spider alarm was ringing almost incessantly. Such a lot of noise made it impossible for him to think clearly. Fortunately, this state did not last long. He soon fainted from happiness to avoid suffering such painful torture.

But the black lines were already slowly crawling up his battle suit, and perhaps when he came to his senses, he would have to return to the embrace of the void.

The boundless black was spreading wildly, and the originally brilliant colors of this space were all stained by black, losing their original luster.

Eight pale eyes rose calmly, and a body several times larger than the other slowly condensed in this space.

"What is this? What on earth are you?"

Dormammu could no longer maintain his composure. He had a feeling that he was being targeted by a hunter, but for a moment he thought he was having an illusion. How could the ruler of the dark dimension become a prey to be cut at will?

But it is what it is.

Just as he was trapped here in an infinite loop by a despicable human, it would not be surprising that he was now hunted by monsters of the same level, only more terrifying than himself.

But he would not sit still and wait for death. The huge beam of energy seemed to penetrate the God of Void completely, but the energy was swallowed up without a trace after it came into contact with the pure black body, without even a trace of light.

The black thorns grew endlessly and coiled around him, while he struggled frantically, scratching himself until he was bleeding. Black blood oozed out of his body, and some black substance seemed to begin to seep out of his eyes.

But he is the king of the dark kingdom after all. The concept of darkness is counterattacking frantically, but is being eaten away by the void bit by bit. Dormammu is really scared, he is scared to death.

If the concept of darkness is really erased and replaced by the other party, then there will no longer be any life in this world that will verbally praise his existence. He will disappear from this world forever and will not have any chance of turning over.

"Great Being, please forgive my offense. I will never come to this dimension again. This universe belongs to you. I will not offend you again!"

But these pleading words were completely useless to Him. He only wanted to tear the other party into pieces and devour them completely.

God's majesty is inviolable. As a ghost trapped in a container, He might not be so furious, but as the God of the Void, how could He tolerate such offenses?

Moreover, the delicious aroma that the other party kept emitting made him reluctant to open his mouth.

From begging for mercy to insults and then to curses, Dormammu's breath became weaker and weaker. In the end, the other party was like a fish fry jumping in a dry fish pond, unable to cause any waves.

Stephen Strange, who witnessed the whole process, was speechless. If he had known that there were such powerful beings on Earth, would he have suffered so much?

I don't know how many times I died to protect the earth, only to find that the earth doesn't need any protection at all.

The Supreme Sorcerer, who had just taken office not long ago, had already begun to think about retirement, but in the end he still hadn't made up his mind, perhaps because he also wanted to do something.