"No, no, no, I think you seem to have misunderstood something. Don't confuse me with those idiots who vent their power like beasts if they can't negotiate a deal. I am Sithorn, and everyone I trade with must be voluntary rather than forced." Sithorn stretched out a finger and shook it gently.
Although Allen has shown a considerable degree of hostility, he still remains calm and elegant, without even the slightest ups and downs in his emotions.
There is no doubt that for this ancient being, the appearance of this young man in front of him has broken many of his inherent perceptions.
Especially the ability that can Infinity control across any dimension is exactly what Sithorn has always dreamed of getting.
"Voluntary? Just like this world that is cursed to the point of destruction?" Allen sneered and said sarcastically.
Sithorn spread his hands indifferently and explained, "I said before that the world has become what it is now, and I have no direct relationship with it. On the contrary, the seeds of the curse were planted by the humans in this world themselves. All I did was lend them a little bit of power according to the agreement."
"But now, that cursed seed has grown into a towering tree, and the world is hopeless. Whether you admit it or not, its destruction comes from your powerful Dark Magic." Allen emphasized meaningfully.
Although magic has never been the most powerful of his many powers.
However, through the knowledge accumulated through learning from the two worlds Type-Moon and Overlord, as well as the understanding and application of the World of Warcraft magic system, one can still roughly judge the state of the world below.
Whether it is the countless Curse Monsters or the smell of Decay emanating from the core of the world, it shows that it has been completely saturated with the power of Dark Magic.
As the source of Dark Magic, the power of Chthon and Sithorn is far beyond the imagination of most people, and even touches the Root of creation and destruction.
"Hahahaha! If someone kills a person with a sword, do you still blame the blacksmith who made the sword? No! You are wrong, young man. It has never been me who caused the destruction of this world, but the greed, hatred, and lack of power and power of humans in this world. Desire. In fact, in my opinion, all creatures and civilizations in the universe, without exception, contain the tendency of self-destruction from the time they are born. It is just a matter of whether it is sooner or later." Sithorn defended himself with a maniacal smile.
"So you want to use this world as a springboard to return to the place of your birth?" Allen narrowed his eyes and continued to explore.
"Maybe you won't believe it. This cross-latitude connection with the earth is just an accident with a small probability, an accident caused by many coincidences. What's more, the power of my projection is not enough to break the protection set by Sorcerer Supreme."
When saying these words, Sithorn expressed strong regret in his tone.
Because at this moment, he could already vaguely feel the "Darkhold" he had left on the earth.
Unfortunately, there are no living people around this book.
Otherwise, the holder of "Darkhold" would have been forced to open a gap through temptation and transactions, so that the dark power could affect more people.
"Since it was an accident, you won't mind me turning it off, right?"
With that said, Allen pulled out the sword forged from the Neutron Star substance and instantly injected huge energy into it.
In less than a second, this sword exuded a breath of destruction.
You don't need to ask to know that he is ready to personally destroy this cursed and doomed world to prevent the power of Dark Magic from spreading on the earth.
Sithorn was undoubtedly aware of this. He stared at the huge energy released from the sword and praised with a smile, "What a good sword! It seems that Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One has found a good ally for himself. But there is no need to trouble you to destroy this world, I will do it myself. What's more, I am also going to give you a small meeting gift."
The words just fell!
Sithorn suddenly opened his arms without warning, letting the core of the world that had been eroded by Dark Magic resonate with him.
Before the survivors outside could react to what was happening, all the Curse Monsterss that were attacking City Wall burst out with dazzling red light and black mist from their bodies.
Then the sky and the ground began to tear apart, and the souls of billions of slain creatures spurted out from the cracks.
Without exception, their eyes were flashing with a frightening red light. It was obvious that they had been completely controlled by Dark Magic and turned into evil spirits.
Regardless of whether they are people, buildings, or anything else, they will age, Decay, and die in a very short period of time...
Eventually it turned into dust that filled the sky and was swallowed up by the thick black fog.
There is no doubt that this is the real destruction.
Annihilation from matter to soul.
No one can escape!
Team S.H.I.E.L.D., who was standing on City Wall, saw thousands of people disappearing in front of them.
Even the tall and thick City Wall around them turned into dust in an instant.
despair!
Despair from the deepest part of my heart!
There are no words to describe this feeling, as if any struggle is futile and meaningless.
What makes Coulson feel incredible is that the evil spirits controlled by Dark Magic did not attack his team members, but simply ignored everyone's presence and passed through.
Even the small section of City Wall under the feet and the ground below were not destroyed, but stood like Optimus Pillars in the void.
"Damn! What happened?" Skye asked with a trembling voice.
Under the control of tension, fear and despair, her whole body was completely soaked with sweat. She could not even stay standing, and her whole body collapsed on the ground like mud.
Not only her, but others had similar reactions.
Because everything that happened before them was completely beyond the scope of their understanding, they just hoped that the last piece of land under their feet would never collapse.
"I swear! If I can go back alive this time, I will never be curious about magic or other powers again." Jemma·Simmons said with tears streaming down his face.
"Me too! Whoever dares to mention the word magic in front of me, I will smash his head." Leo Fitz held on to the low wall for fear that he would accidentally slip down.
"Sir, when you accepted the mission, did you ever think that you would encounter this kind of situation?" Grant Ward asked with a bitter look on his face.
Coulson shook his head without thinking, "Unfortunately, the bureau has no experience in dealing with magic crises. So, both for Nick Director Fury and for us, this is the first time in history. Obviously, as a group of novices, we hit the jackpot. But compared to the first batch of agents who entered, we are at least alive, right?"
"Yes! Temporarily!" Grant Ward sighed helplessly.
Now, he finally regretted agreeing to John Garrett to join this team as an undercover agent to monitor Coulson's every move.
Without him!
Risks and mortality rates are much higher than expected.
While the two were talking, the entire Edmir Castle and its surrounding villages had completely disappeared, revealing Allen and Sithorn standing in mid-air.
I saw an apple-sized black ball in the palm of Chthon's hand.
Through the faint light, one can vaguely see the core of the world swallowed by Dark Magic, as well as billions of souls and matter.
But soon, all of this was completely integrated and turned into an egg pregnant with life.
"Is this the meeting gift you want to give me?" Allen asked with raised eyebrows.
"Haha, you should have felt it, right? I have stored all the knowledge related to Dark Magic in it. You can hatch it at any time as long as you are willing, or even shape it into what you want. As I said before, the choice is in your hands. You can choose to abandon it, or you can choose to accept it."
After saying this, Sithorn gently threw the egg to Allen, leaving a smile full of evil, and then left the human boy's body, directly carrying the Dark Energy in the sky and exiting this world that has been completely destroyed and the space is constantly collapsing.
The boy who lost Chthon's power immediately woke up, screamed and fell from the height to the endless void below, and even wanted to grab Allen's arms and thighs.
But unfortunately, he obviously underestimated the ruthlessness of the other party at certain times.
Allen not only did not try to help the young man, but instead waved the sword in his hand and completely Annihilation this unlucky guy whose soul had been marked by Sithorn from soul to body.
boom!!!!!
Accompanied by the terrifying Energy Impact, the boy completely disappeared before he even had time to scream.
Looking at the egg of Dark Magic in his hand, Allen pursed his lips and murmured to himself, "You want to play psychological games with me? Then let's see who is the final winner."
Obviously, Sithorn was betting that he would not be able to resist the temptation to learn and use the Dark Magic system he created and invented, so he deliberately left such a thing behind.
Because as long as Allen learns or uses it, it will become a connection point whether you like it or not.
Pluto Hisoka can peek into the universe he is in through this connection point, and decide whether to launch an invasion based on his mood and preferences.
Similarly, Allen is also thinking about how to get the other party's Dark Magic for free without paying any price.
Even cutting off the connection between Dark Magic and Sithorn, creating a new source in your body.
Because both parties are extremely confident and even arrogant people, this result occurs.
"Hey! Allen! We are here! Come and save us!" Quake, the first to recover from the shock, immediately waved his hands and shouted.
Since the entire space is constantly collapsing, everyone is not in the mood to ask what happened just now. They just want to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.
"Relax, there is still plenty of time, there is no need to be so nervous." Allen used the power of Space Stone to open a portal to the earth.
With the destruction of this world, the channel connecting the earth is shrinking rapidly, and it is estimated that it will be completely closed in a few minutes.
Grant Ward didn't even hesitate for a second and immediately got in.
Others followed closely behind.
Not long after, a group of people appeared out of thin air in the open fields near Romania.
Due to the extreme instability of the tunnel, they immediately lay down on the ground and started vomiting as soon as they came out. They looked like they were drunk. They couldn't even stay standing. They could only lie flat on the ground, trying to calm the strong dizziness in their brains.
Just when Coulson was about to struggle to get up and ask Allen about what happened in the end, he suddenly found a bald man wearing a yellow monk's robe standing beside Allen at some point, and asked directly, "I noticed the surge of Dark Magic. What happened to you just now?"
"I saw Sithorn!"
Allen didn't mean to hide anything, and spoke the name openly and openly, which was enough to make the entire universe tremble.
"Chthon?!" Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One's face suddenly changed.
It can be said that among the many gods and demons that pose a threat to the earth, Sithorn is definitely the most powerful one, and also the most cunning and difficult to deal with.
Allen nodded slightly. "Yeah! That's right! It's him. This guy just destroyed a world that was completely cursed and devoured by Dark Magic."
"Why didn't you inform me? You should know best that Pluto Hisoka is much more dangerous than Dormammu." Ancient One frowned subconsciously.
"It's too late! I was in another dimension just now, a world completely controlled by him. What's more, I have to take care of these ordinary people." As he said that, Allen glanced at the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.s lying on the ground.
"The souls of these people are not marked by Sithorn, right?" Ancient One immediately released a detection magic, and after confirming that there were no traces of Dark Magic's existence, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew—fortunately, the situation is not at its worst. Although it will be more troublesome to clean up the remaining Dark Magic on this land."
"Need help?" Allen asked in an uncertain tone.
"No, no need. I have already mobilized enough mages to complete this work."
Ancient One unsurprisingly rejected the proposal.
Because Master Kamar-Taj exists to deal with this kind of crisis.
And she also wanted to use this opportunity to make the mages who had been relaxed for too long become a little more nervous.
Just when Allen was about to say something, several Quinjet belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D. immediately passed overhead and began to circle and lower their altitude.
On one of the planes, Nick Fury wearing a black trench coat can be seen, as well as Maria Sil, who has been inseparable from him recently.
When Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One saw this scene, he immediately waved Teuchi to open a portal and disappeared without a trace in public, without any intention of staying to communicate with the other party.
To be precise, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s pitiful power is simply not enough to deal with Demon God from other dimensions.