The originally bustling streets turned into burning ruins. The tram fell on the side of the road as if it had been overturned by a giant. The neon signs of various "gold jewelry", "nightclubs" and "food courts" were along with the shops that displayed them. The flying plastic bags, newspapers, clothes and bedsheets that were torn into pieces by the explosion made the atmosphere of "destruction" and "end" around them even stronger.
And in this apocalyptic stage filled with collapse and death, there is still something that can make the already desperate audience fall into a deeper and darker suffocation.
It was a three-story office building with a very classical style. Its body was completely broken, but for some reason, the whole building still roughly maintained its original appearance, floating in the air as if nothing had happened.
Behind this "floating office building", there is a huge vortex that is slowly expanding. Even if you don't understand what it is, anyone can tell that it is not a "door" or an "exit", but a "door" or "exit". A kind of "erosion" from "outside the world", it is, and will surely, slowly but surely swallow up "reality".
If anyone still dares to look at the vortex that symbolizes destruction at this time, he will be shocked to find that the "opposite" of the vortex is not darkness with nothing, but some kind of "chaos" that is close to gray. The reason why it looks like It is dark simply because it absorbs almost all the light.
If no one stops it, this "vortex" will continue to expand until it swallows up the entire real world.
If no one stops it.
"Dormammu, I'm here to negotiate terms!"
Just like in most disaster movies, the hero appears.
It was a man wearing a red cloak and blue robe. He stood on the top of the broken office building, holding a staff. He had a very thin long face and a goatee.
With a fearless attitude, he shouted words of unknown meaning while flying towards the huge vortex.
Then it was cut into seven or eight sections by several gray lights that flew out of the vortex at a speed that was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly.
The next moment, the torn limbs disappeared, and the man with the goatee appeared on the top of the office building as if nothing had happened. He continued to fly towards the vortex while yelling synonymous lines with unclear meanings.
Then half of his body was burned away by the columnar gray light.
Afterwards, he "recovered" again, charged again, and was "destroyed" again, and, with this incredible situation, both sides became gradually more skilled.
"Dormammu, I'm here-" Chichi!
"Dormammu——" stab——!
"More..." Boom!
The man seems to want to make the "grey vortex" give up the invasion through this endless "negotiation of conditions", but the gray vortex is like a cold formula. As long as the input conditions are the same, the same result will be obtained, and he will not get tired of it. If you don't intend to compromise, you won't be able to stop.
Later, this kind of "restoration" and "destruction" looked like some kind of assembly line process. Just by mixing different "materials", the same result could be continuously "manufactured".
In this process, the only thing that keeps changing is the number of times men are destroyed.
1,2,4,8,16,32……
And, something that is invisible and close to a concept.
【——Marvel,2016——】
【——Marvel,20■■——】
【——■■,20■■——】
【——■■,■■■■——】
——???——
In the repeated restoration and destruction, the man's consciousness fell into chaos.
He is convinced that his persistence is meaningful. A being without a mind cannot become a "Universe Demon God", let alone a "Lord of Dimensions". But at the level of "Lord of Dimensions", the level of mental perseverance will be difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
imagination.
She may be tired of constantly "swatting a buzzing mosquito to death," but she's still far from exhausted enough to "leave the room with mosquitoes."
Optimistically, after at least 10 million cycles, the universe demon "Dormammu" will try to use other methods to solve him instead of causing him to collapse through endless death.
However, since Dormammu failed to deal with himself before he added the attribute of "time loop" to himself, he could only be the winner in the end.
Even if the strength difference between the two opposing sides is too large, it is clear at a glance who is better than the person who "has not found a way to win" and the person who "has no doubt that he will win."
The only problem is that as the number of time loops continues to increase, he begins to have strange hallucinations. These hallucinations cannot affect his already conditioned reflex of "talking about conditions", but they will still cause some trouble.
He heard "himself" speaking, and could hear every word clearly, but he could not understand the meaning.
He heard someone talking and couldn't hear a word clearly, but he could easily understand the content of the words.
In the chaos, a voice from nowhere sounded:
"[There are 100 billion galaxies in the universe, each containing hundreds of millions of stars. In such a huge space, it is unlikely that the Earth is the only planet that has evolved life.]"
"[I think, even if we consider it purely in terms of probability, such a huge number is enough to make the idea of alien existence completely reasonable. The real challenge is how we will contact aliens.]"
"[Unless there is a magical technology that cannot be understood by science at this stage in the future to solve the problem of limited resources, then the alien creatures will definitely take a large immigrant spacecraft to go there after exhausting the resources on their own planet.
Every planet they can reach, plunder resources for their home planet, or develop it into their colony.]"
"[If extraterrestrial creatures visit the Earth first, rather than us discovering them first, it means that their technological level is far superior to ours, and what will happen will definitely be like when the Italian navigator Columbus landed on the American continent.
In the end, it will bring devastating disaster to mankind, and we should and must respond to it.】"
This was a theory that he once believed in before he came into contact with the concept of "magic". Now it seems that it... is still very correct, but the "alien" must be replaced by "the devil of the universe".
OK.
After all, compared to the aliens who are barely comprehensible with technology and ideas, and who have no difficulty in fighting ordinary people, and the "Dimension Demon God" who tries to "erode the dimension of reality", only he can compete with them. After all, he is——
...what is it?
——???——
"【who I am!
]"
The fiery dragon's breath swept through the entire treasure house, and the heat-resistant handicrafts, gems and gold coins melted into black smoke and gold water. Only the shields and weapons of the brave and the walls of the treasure room survived.
The giant dragon with brown-red scales squatted on top of its treasure pile, spitting flames at everything in sight with an unknown reason, until it saw those flames turning its treasures into ashes.
, the giant dragon finally regained his senses, closed his mouth angrily, and let the black smoke come out of his nostrils.
"You...you are the golden, gorgeous, huge, powerful, endless wealth, Smaug, the leader of all evil." In the corridor leading to the outside world, there were several people wearing heavy armor, trembling.
The dwarf walked in: "Please, please extinguish the fury of thunder."
"[Bluff——]" Smaug breathed black breath at them, causing the dwarves to scurry back into the corridor in fear.
Yes, that's right, I am Smaug, and this is the Lonely Mountain. The dwarves here dug out the Silmarillion under the Lonely Mountain. After hearing about it, I came to occupy this place, and after seizing the treasury of the dwarf kingdom,
He also forced those dwarves to continue to explore wealth for themselves.
It is said that the dwarf king who escaped with the Silmarillion is gathering allies from all over to take back the Lonely Mountain. It is simply stupid.
Why didn't he send someone to ask the dwarves who were enslaved by him? He was just a giant dragon without any magical means to restrain them. Why didn't they escape while he was resting in the treasure house?
Of course, it's because these dwarves can rely on the name and strength of their dragon to do business with the surrounding humans, elves, and even orcs. Maybe when they are in a bad mood, they will try to burn them to coke or directly attack them from the lone mountain.
Throwing it into the long lake, but that situation is not common. It can even be said that this kind of display of force gives the dwarves more bargaining chips.
The only problem is... In human poetry, for some reason there are countless praises of "dragon slayers". This is simply ridiculous. Those old people have all died in the second era, and I am the one.
There is only one giant dragon in Middle-earth. Is there any other reason for advocating dragon slaying besides targeting yourself?
"[What else?]" Smaug stared at the dwarf who was poking his head at the edge of the corridor with his amber stick.
"That's right, King Smaug," one of the dwarves came out tremblingly, "a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins is wandering near the Lonely Mountain with his friends. We believe he is attacking your treasure house.
idea, but we don’t have enough power to detect the methods they use to hide themselves.”
Then I will give it to you... Smaug raised his paw, and then was stunned.
Why would he naturally try to give these dwarves power? Even the old people who died in the first and second eras don't have this ability.
Although he was a little confused, since the claw had been raised, it was not convenient to take it back. Smaug pretended to be nonchalant and waved to the side, pulling away a pile of dwarf armor and weapons: "Kill him."
With the dragon's sensitivity to magic, he could confirm that all these equipments have functions such as breaking illusions, tracking footprints, reducing armor noise, and hiding one's body, which at first glance seem to be used by little thieves.
But this thing is completely useless to me. The magic power it contains is to the dragon's nose what spice is to the human nose.
"Thank you for your kindness and generosity -" the dwarves took their equipment and ran away happily.
"[Scoff——]" Smaug lay down again, closed his eyes and felt the shape of the gold coins under his body, and his thinking gradually became sluggish.
It's really strange, why do you seem to have a premonition of being killed?
No matter whether they are humans, elves, or orcs, they can't be King Smaug's opponent, unless... they unite to form an alliance to avenge the losses they have caused in the past few years.
Oh, how is that possible? If Gushan is attacked, he will definitely burn Changhu Town to ashes first. Aren’t their bards encouraging others to kill dragons all day long? Just give them a chance to do it themselves.
call……
Crunch, creak, winter...
A certain unpleasant smell spread quietly in the treasure house, and at the same time there were the sounds of well-hidden footsteps.
The Supreme Lord of the Rings... Even the greedy dragon would not want to collect this kind of garbage. Only short-lived species with weak minds and easy to be deceived would regard them as treasures - have they ever thought about this kind of gift?
Could there be a question about the origin of the ring that gives the wearer great power?
Likewise, precisely because they were too short-lived, the rings would change owners several times, or even dozens of times, whenever Smaug, the dragon, took a nap, so he had absolutely no interest in who their owner was.
I'm so embarrassed...
Smaug opened his eyes and followed the direction of the sound and smell. The stupid little thief froze in place for a while and actually accelerated his search. He could even see an invisible person hiding some treasures.
The whole process of getting up.
"[Do you think I am blind——]"
Even the dragon's breath, which does not contain flames, can lift invisible people out.
It was a hobbit who looked very old. His pockets and body were stuffed and hung with gold coins, jewelry and decorations. He was looking at Smaug in shock, as if he was surprised that he could be discovered and made invisible.
Very unexpected.
"[Watson——]" Smaug grinned at the hobbit: "[Use your brain!]"
Wait, Watson? What did he just say?
——Marvel, 2013——
221B Baker Street.
Winter winter winter! winter winter winter!
"Oh! My God! Sherlock! You won't guess what I found!"
After a few symbolic knocks on the bedroom door, a chubby boy rushed in from the outside and began to shake the thin boy who had just woken up on the bed.
"Go away, Mycroft!" the thin boy, who was obviously not awake, said angrily: "Be careful, I will burn you to ashes!"
"Oh... that's really awesome," the fat boy seemed to not know how to answer this, so he blankly handed over the thing in his hand: "I think this should be yours."
"All the wealth in the world is mine... Bah, what am I talking about..." The skinny boy took the thing while tugging at the corner of his mouth. It looked like a letter, and the envelope said:
[England, London, 221B Baker Street, side bedroom on the second floor, collected by Mr. Sherlock Holmes.]
【Hogwarts School for Gifted Youngsters.】
"Did uncle and aunt read it? What did they say?" The skinny boy Sherlock took a second look at the envelope.
"How do you say that?" The fat boy Mycroft curled his lips: "'Look at your cousin, he has received an invitation to Hogwarts, and look at you? What else can you do besides eating and sleeping?'"
