The form of Ecken.
This is a super-level magic, one of the methods that Raven Lord can hold his head in the bottom of his box.
Outside the battlefield of the battle, when seeing his disciples using this magic scene, Merlin suddenly narrowed his eyes.
This was not what he taught.
Strange is unable to fully master the super-level illusion in terms of magic and tolerance.
His state at this time is more of a principle simulation of the form of Ecken, rather than truly releasing this magic.
This can be seen from the fact that it only divides three illusions.
Strange had the ability to secret scrolls, perhaps, learned in secret scrolls that no one could understand except him and Ancient One.
"Stephen, you really gave me a big surprise."
Raven said softly, then focused on real-time projection.
There, the battle situation has changed newly.
In this battlefield surrounding the sun lens, the demonized Modu is easily slaughtering the monsters alienated by chaos in various ways.
They are numerous, but their individual strength is too weak.
Moreover, after they completely alienated into flesh and blood monsters, it is difficult for these guys to use weapons to increase their destructive power.
They can only fight like wild animals.
The weak they are extremely threatening to the demonic Modu tends to zero.
But the real trouble is the semi-alienable soldiers like that old man.
There are not many of them, only a few hundred people. However, because this world has been fighting against forces like Chaos for the past decade, the civilization of this world also has a combat system corresponding to Chaos before it collapses.
Sun lenses are just one of these weird weapons.
The indigenous people in this world can fight against chaos, which means that they have weapons to suppress dark energy.
Although civilization has collapsed, the remaining warriors can still cause trouble to the demonized Modu with weapons in their hands.
After all, as the dark monarch, the power it gives seems to be biased towards the dark chaos side.
"Swoosh"
A strange-looking black missile roared at Modu. The latter waved his fist and a black energy claw grabbed the sky, exploding the missile in the air, but the missile's explosion seemed to be filled with other strange things.
The silver crumbs fell into the battlefield like a storm of ashes. The land covered by the debris, Modu seemed to be walking in the scorching magma, making him very, very uncomfortable.
"Go to start the lens!"
The old man holding a heavy gun raised his thin fingers and gestured behind him.
The intensity of the metal storm shot from behind increased again, and the terrifying bullet storm hit Modu's body, and more missiles fell from the sky, causing continuous explosions to hurt the demon-evolved monster.
In this rain of bullets, the alienated old man aimed at the demonic Modu with his gun, and shouted to Strange:
"We are not opponents of this monster, but before we die, my friend...we won't let him bother you!"
He pulled the trigger and shot out a special bullet emitting blue light, which knocked Modu to Strange several steps back. Seeing Modu pounce on him, the old man shouted in a change of tone:
"Go and save the world! Please..."
Wild mage covered the wound in his heart, and he staggered toward the sun lens behind him.
He could hear the roars of the alienated soldiers who were still fighting for this world when they were killed by Modu. Without turning back, he could sense the determination of the soldiers from the constant explosions behind him.
They are no longer pure life. They are tempted by evil forces to fall into the abyss. They also hope to make their final contribution to their world before they completely lose their minds.
The last battle is fought with the remaining life that is no longer worth cherishing.
Facing the strong enemy, he shot the last bullet, died with the enemy with the grenade held in his hand, laughed and despised death, and fought for hopes that might not exist.
They know they can't win.
But they came anyway.
Just for an illusory promise, just to see a ray of residual light in the darkness.
They don't want much.
There are really not many.
"ah!"
Strange could feel every move that would make blood gush out of the wound.
It was very painful, extremely painful.
But behind him, the soldiers were using their lives to stop Modu for him. They were just a group of ordinary people. The curse did not make them stronger. They were likely to pay the price of total destruction, but they could only hinder Modu's steps slightly.
What they can win for Strange is only a dozen seconds.
How could the wild mage waste the short time that he lost with blood and noble souls?
"ah!"
He roared, suppressing the pain in his body with his will, and he pounced on the hot sun lens in front of him that had been burned by heat in a staggering but crazy posture.
Blood dripped from the wound.
Every drop of blood fell on the ground and was burned in an instant, and behind Strange was a wisp of white smoke.
That is the posture of life being burned.
"Bang"
Stranger pounced on the console of the sun lens.
Modu's attack just now destroyed the joystick, making Strange unable to lock the target in a conventional way. He could not stay away from the machine when the sun lens was activated, and could only fine-tune the orientation manually.
This means that he also has to withstand the invasion of the terrifying heat.
"You will die!"
Behind Strange, the deviled Modu left the old man whose arm was torn off in his hand. He roared and rushed towards Strange, and he shouted:
"You can't resist that kind of heat! You'll die! Idiot! Don't do stupid things!"
"Don't you know yet? We wild mages are all a group of lunatics..."
At the moment when the sun lens is activated, in the beam of light that is sprayed like the midday sun.
Strange raised his head proudly, and on the blood-stained face and bright eyes, there was a hint of crazy excitement.
"What we lunatics do, a noble inheritor of the holy land like you... won't understand!"
"Modu, Fark Squid!"
This is Strange's last response to Modu.
He raised his head and stood on the console with brighter light. His left hand pierced into the broken joystick, his right hand raised his middle finger on his blood-filled hand, like the last ridiculous mockery.
"boom"
The heat drawn from the ground is like a shining dragon. The moment Strange pulls the joystick, it is like a jumping arc, jumping rapidly on the complex and cumbersome lens system.
Thousands of concave and convex mirrors use special settings to make the energy of those beams increasingly concentrated when they are emitted until they reach the highest point, the beam has already gathered into substantial energy.
That is the light of the sun.
It's as hot as the corona, no, even hotter than the sun.
After all, it was ignited by the blood of the warriors and was destined to bring the last ray of light to this dark world.
It is called hope.
"Swoosh"
The beam of light was shot out during the faint adjustment of the concave mirror on the top.
In the pain of burning the body with a blazing flame, Strange used his last trace of will to lock in the mass of cursed flesh and blood floating in the sky of the Eastern Continent in a general direction.
In fact, the meat ball floating in the sky like a huge island is a very obvious target, and Strange doesn't even need to be finely manipulated.
It's like a target.
"boom"
The whole world was illuminated.
Under the crimson starlight, the golden beam of light shot out from the center of the Western Continent, like a killing arrow shot by the gods pulling out a war bow.
It crosses the dark land.
Crossing the turbid sea.
Blizzards across the dead night sky.
In Dum's gaze, in Strange's roar, in the fear of the great evil spirit trembling and trying to turn around and escape, a golden arc roared and bumped into its body.
The moment the contact was touched, the cursed flesh and blood were ignited.
The burning sun, the concentrated destructive power of this kind of sensation is even more powerful than the Rubik's Cube thrown out when it exploded.
The fire is raging, the fire is bright.
In less than a second, the beam of the sun lens penetrated the cursed flesh and blood body, like a golden sword, which penetrated completely from front to back.
The golden flame caused by extreme heat ignited from the center of the evil spirit's flesh and blood. As the flames burned, the whole world's night was illuminated.
It's like golden sunshine.
"Bang"
Under the burning of high temperature, the solar lens system was burned after 5 seconds of turning on, and the energy device buried deep underground was also shut down due to overload, and the dazzling light quickly converged.
The residual temperature also quickly returned to normal.
Under the deformed tower, in the bursting wreckage, Stephen Strange, who was severely burned, had only one last breath left.
His whole body was burned with high burning, like a burned black skeleton, but the power of magic was still protecting him, at least protecting his last thinking.
He saw the golden light, the light bursting in the sky.
He was confused and wanted to raise his hand and touch the light that was close to his eyes, but he couldn't do it.
He could only look at the golden arc of light shining in front of him with a kind of comforting gaze.
He also seemed to have transformed into light and illuminated this dark world.
In front of Strange's eyes, on the burning and cracked earth, Modu, who sacrificed himself to the flames at the last moment, was lying weakly not far from the wild mage.
There was power from Domaum in his body. In the roasting of strong energy, Modu suffered more torture and more pain.
But the scorching sun fire also drove Dormam's consciousness to dissipate from Modu's body, regaining his mind.
He looked at the dying Strange with a shameful look.
He said in a difficult tone:
"Wild Master, you won..."
Strange was unable to answer.
His consciousness entered the blur of flashbacks. When he was about to leave the battlefield, he turned his head hard and looked at the old man lying on the stone covered with corpses.
The latter was looking at the golden flames burning in the sky with a blank expression.
The light shone in the forest, on the old man's ugly face covered with black horny skin, on his military uniform, on the stinky blood, on those cleanly wiped medals.
How long has it been since he and this world seen such a light?
Too long.
It's been too long, so long that they have forgotten the feeling of being shining by the light.
Is this feeling warm?
The old man shining with a faint light turned around with some sense. He saw Strange wrapped in white light, and also saw the last smile on the latter's severely burned, ugly and ferocious face.
He did it.
That foreigner fulfilled his promise and helped the world...
"ah!"
The old man watched Strange disappear in the white light. He lost his left arm and felt anger burning his mind. He got up with difficulty, grabbed a black pistol with one hand from the ground, and staggered towards Modu.
He pointed the pistol at Modu and was about to pull the trigger.
But the next moment, Modu stood up.
The battle mage ignored the muzzle against his forehead, and looked at the east sky, where the burning light was rushing towards the western continent.
It's like a falling sun.
That evil spirit...
It will control the body that is about to be destroyed and die with this continent.
"Do me a favor."
Modu shook his fingers, opened a golden portal beside him, and said to the old man holding a gun:
"Go to your shelter and tell the heroes who protect the shelter..."
"The collapse of flesh and blood is not the end for the evil spirit. If you want to completely kill the crazy evil spirit and truly save the world, you have to annihilate its spirit body."
As he spoke, Modu made up his burned robe. He took a deep breath and began to swell up the dark magic that remained in his body, belonging to Domaum.
It was like a pair of black wings spreading behind him.
He looked back at the old man at the last moment and said:
"Give me a chance..."
"Let me... atone for sins!"
After saying that, he rushed into the sky like a black sword.
Modu squeezed his inner mind and gathered the magic power in his body in a collapsed way. His magic power, the magic power left by Domaum in his body, and all the power that can be mobilized, were gathered mercilessly.
Modu's eyes turned dark black again.
But this time, the light in his eyes no longer hesitated.
He hit the falling, burning flesh and blood. In the sky, the black energy pulled out a straight line. The flesh and blood collapsed due to the out-of-control magic power, and the terrifying pain washed Modu's heart.
He looked at the hideous burning flesh and blood, and he met in a suicide way.
He did not opt ​​out.
He had no idea of ​​leaving the battlefield alive.
"I'm sorry, I've let you down, brothers, mentors..."
"I'll atone for my sins..."
He closed his eyes and said softly.
The next moment, the black light collided with the golden burning flesh and blood, like a nuclear bomb detonating in the sky.
The evil spirits drove the flesh and blood to try to hit the Western Continent, and the malicious intention of destroying the continent was completely shattered in the explosion.
In this final heavy blow, its body completely collapsed, and the golden flames hit the turbid sea below like rain.
On the top of the mountain, under the silent gaze of the one-armed old man...
Chapter completed!