There was a heavy breathing sound in the hall.
"Are you okay? Do you need me to call the emergency number for you?" Ian feels that Doctor Strange's physical fitness is not good. Who knows whether this guy secretly injected himself with medicine when he was a doctor.
In fact, he didn't add anything excessive to the contract. He just removed the benefit of being able to learn magic from him for free. Is it too much to learn magic and need to pay magic power as tuition?
New believers and former believers.
Of course there needs to be a little difference.
Ian didn't even ask Doctor Strange to help him support other believers.
He has always been kind.
"Now I just want to hang myself and start again."
Doctor Strange Stephen Strange was slumped in an armchair, with a thin spark of magic lingering between his fingers, like an oil lamp that was about to go out.
This is to miss the magic that has passed away.
"You are already at the beginning of the game. Believe me, if you follow Evil God Lord, your future will be limitless. You might even be able to become Dimension Demon God in the future."
"No, you should be the one stomping your feet. The other Dimension Demon Gods have to kneel down and call you Lord Strange. After all, you are my believer, and you are my face when you go out." Now that Ian's magic power has increased dramatically, he has begun to enjoy the future, but his happiness may not be the same as Doctor Strange's sadness.
"Your promise reminds me of Louis XVI's promise." Doctor Strange raised his head, his eyes full of distrust, and he even secretly wanted to use slang to vent his frustration.
But Ian doesn't care about the abuse from believers.
He is the Evil God of the new era.
"Bad promise? Don't worry, even if Evil God Lord's head is chopped off by others, Evil God Lord can still grow a corpse... no, a body."
Ian promptly corrected his remarks about being too immersed.
This wave is entirely due to Madison's performance.
"No, as Evil God who just woke up, you can even understand this kind of brain teaser in seconds?" Doctor Strange's expression was very shocked. He was testing whether the origin of Ian was the same as he guessed.
"Super Brain."
Ian did not deny it.
He just silently poked his temple.
The air was quiet for a second.
No one applauded him.
Doctor Strange sighed and looked down at his hands that started to tremble again, "No matter how beautiful you describe it, I think this is a false promise from you Evil God."
"Look at me now, my magic power is out of ten, and I can barely keep my body normal." Origin Story, the reason why he started learning magic, seems to still exist. This may be why Ian has met several superheroes, and Doctor Strange's situation is slightly normal.
Even though Teacher Tony said he didn't like him, he who was responsible for inputting the information still seemed to like this man very much, and he didn't even let Doctor Strange lose all his fingers.
"As the saying goes, the more you lose, the more I gain, and the more I gain, the stronger your backing is. So, after rounding up, it actually means that you have not become weaker."
"We are a whole, obeying Law of Conservation of Energy." Ian looked at Doctor Strange's trembling hands. He called up his personal panel and prepared to give Doctor Strange a little Evil God shock.
"Can we still understand the conservation of energy this way?"
Doctor Strange was obviously stunned for a moment.
Immediately, he stared at Ian with a very strange look, "I have heard your rhetoric before. This is how mold deceives others when it is stationed in other countries."
It can only be said that some roads may have really been taken by America.
"It seems that I also belong to the old New York Zhengmeiqi?" Ian said with emotion. He felt that the mold acted as a time assassin and stole his development ideas from the past timeline.
There is an extraordinary world.
Who can tell?
If you can't tell, it's Evil God Lord.
"I shouldn't have been so smart in the first place. Why did I return to Kamar-Taj? If I hadn't returned to Kamar-Taj, I wouldn't have signed such a contract with you accidentally."
"If I don't sign this contract, I won't lose my magic power. If I don't lose my magic power, I won't be here listening to you and me."
Doctor Strange held his forehead with trembling hands.
The tone was sad and melancholy.
"What's the big deal? Look at the ability your god can share with you." Ian Tink understood the new skill, so he directly used the [sharing] ability to lend a skill to Doctor Strange.
[Self-Healing Tide]
He was even afraid that Doctor Strange wouldn't understand, so he thoughtfully helped Doctor Strange activate his ability - Evil God can control the body of a believer. Anyone who has experienced Evil God knows that this is a basic operation.
"Hiss~"
It's just a moment of being controlled.
Doctor Strange then felt that his body began to change. His body was emitting green light, and the light was squirming like a living thing, wandering in every corner of his body.
"This... isn't magic."
Doctor Strange's pupils suddenly contracted. His magic power was flowing in his body, but he could not resist this strange healing power. It worked like a special rule.
"I'm regaining my health?!"
When Doctor Strange realized what had happened, his eyes widened. He felt that his hands, which even magic could not heal, were showing the miracle from Evil God.
The nerves were reconnected so quickly. He subconsciously looked down at his hands - the hands that had been damaged by nerve damage, muscle atrophy, and almost no longer able to perform any fine operations due to the car accident, seemed to have returned to their peak state at this moment, as if these hands had never been injured.
"Damn it Ancient One, didn't he say that my hand can never be cured and that it is my absolute destiny in life?" Doctor Strange can even feel that his fatty liver is gone.
"Gu~"
He seemed to feel that there was nothing wrong with believing in Evil God. After all, he was once a doctor who had no emotions and only cared about making money. His expertise might be considered very relevant.
"Is this the favor of Evil God?"
Doctor Strange feels that he has been completely corrupted. He has no choice but to ask him to learn magic in the first place. The purpose is just to heal his own hands.
If I had known, letter Evil God would have cured it.
He will definitely dig out the sleeping Evil God as soon as possible.
"Not only that, I can also make you fly." Ian was also experimenting with his [sharing] skills, and in the next moment, Doctor Strange flew to the ceiling.
"I have a cape! I don't need to fly by myself!"
Doctor Strange was startled, and his hands were dancing in the air. Of course, after getting used to it, Doctor Strange also started to rise and fall, and he started to have a great time playing.
The law of true fragrance may be the unchanging melody of Eternity in all the worlds.
"Does your cloak have Bio-field? No!"
Ian Ask and answer your own questions.
He didn't care whether Doctor Strange could understand what Bio-field was. While observing Doctor Strange, he was also sorting out the information and found that although he had shared with Doctor Strange the ability to fly.
However.
He has not lost or weakened the effect of this skill. The so-called borrowing will only make Ian bear double the physical energy consumption when using the skill.
This also means that it is impossible for Ian to share its abilities with every believer for a long time.
"That is to say, I am still too weak now. If I could have six-digit or even seven-digit panel data, this small price would be almost negligible."
Ian is thoughtful.
Feeling more hungry.
He quickly canceled the sharing of all abilities.
"Paji~"
Doctor Strange fell directly from the sky and lay on the ground in a large shape. He didn't cry out in pain or yell, he just lay there and felt his reborn hands.
After a long time.
"Why is my magic power... missing a little bit?" Doctor Strange slowly raised his head, his tone and expression were very strange, and he looked faintly at Evil God not far away.
"Look at the contract carefully, doctor, look at it carefully! This is the ability rental fee, which is charged according to the length of use. I am different from the devil who borrows power for free." Ian emphasized his conscience. Anyone who has played games knows the difference between card-based games and free games.
"..."
Doctor Strange feels like he is being squeezed dry.
He felt like he was in a trance.
Are you really a mage?
This is clearly the magic production machine of Evil God!
"Squeeze it dry, squeeze it dry, I almost don't have a few drops of magic left." Doctor Strange said in a melancholy tone. After Ian kicked him a few times, he remembered that he should get up from the ground.
"Actually, I also provide magic loans. Calculated on a yearly basis, nine times out and thirteen times out." Ian's mind was full of magic power and he had nowhere to use it, so he decided to give full play to his capitalist spirit.
Evil God Lord has added most of his skills to the [Shared List] at this time. Doctor Strange is aware of it, but he does not dare to borrow these abilities.
"Do you think I can afford this kind of loan? It's much harder to practice magic than to make money." Doctor Strange threw his body onto the comfortable rocking chair again.
Hear the words.
Ian smiled gently.
He was already prepared.
"Don't worry!" When I develop the [devour] ability and share it with you, you can go out to find monsters to eat!" Ian is not the traditional demon loan shark.
He will provide believers with win-win opportunities.
Only when everyone wins together can we truly win.
"Do you even know what abilities you can develop? Or do you want to develop whatever abilities you want?" Doctor Strange couldn't help but swallow hard after hearing this.
This is much scarier than the fake Evil God mentioned in fairy tale books and TV movies.
"This matter is very complicated and has to do with consciousness. You won't understand even if I explain it." Ian took the opportunity to knock on his system. He just hoped that the system hugging his thigh would not live up to his expectations.
Some boys were so hungry that they even had to take a few bites of the system - they threatened the system silently in their hearts, and Ian found that he was becoming more and more skilled at threatening others.
[9:17]
The countdown didn't get any faster.
But I think the system already has a certain number in mind.
"You just said... contributing your abilities to you... that means besides me, do you have any other believers on earth?" Doctor Strange suddenly realized it at this moment.
Ian smile.
"Actually, there is another god who is also a believer of mine. Now you know how lucky you are to be able to sit at the same table with a god." Ian was using the honorific title to mention Thor.
Isn't this a kind of self-promotion?
"So, I'm not your big boss?" Doctor Strange adapted to the role really quickly, and he had already begun to consider his own personal interests.
See the situation.
"It's okay, you also have a chance to become the big boss."
Ian quickly opened his mouth to encourage, and showed true democracy and freedom, "Whoever contributes the most will automatically become the big boss. There is no class solidification in Evil God Lord's church."
You can see it.
When I was young, Evil God really valued my own Dimension Demon God path.
"..."
Doctor Strange didn't know how to evaluate it at all. He felt that it was more serious than many serious churches he knew, and it even gave him an urge to fight and fight.
"The second boss is actually pretty good."
Doctor Strange muttered softly and comforted himself.
And at this moment.
Ding dong.
The doorbell rang.
Doctor Strange was stunned.
"I didn't order takeout."
He stared blankly at the door.
"Liar! You just don't want to share it with your god." Ian stood up and opened the door. He may have really mistaken Doctor Strange. The visitor outside the door did not have a takeaway pizza in his hand - it was a tall woman with cascading black hair, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses without lenses, with a cold face and sharp eyes.
The door of Sanctum Sanctorum was open, and the cold wind carried a few dead leaves into the hall.
"Who are you looking for?"
Ian was the first to ask.
The woman frowned.
"The ultimate invincible in the universe·The final judge·God-Emperor Ian?" Her voice was also very cold, like the wind in the cold winter, and she kept looking up and down at Ian.
"It's me."
Ian stood at the door.
Blinked.
My mind is spinning rapidly.
"My father issued his oracle and asked me to come to you to become your disciple." The woman seemed to be very distrustful of Ian's teenage appearance. She took out a stack of manuscripts from her arms and handed them to Ian.
Oracle.
Apprenticeship.
These are the two waves of keywords.
Helped Ian to clarify everything in an instant.
"Your father is Odin?" Ian's expression was a bit surprised, but he still accepted the other party's manuscript. As long as you chat with him about creation, he will immediately become energetic.
"Hmm."
The woman nodded.
Cherish words like gold.
She is Hela, Death Goddess of Asgard.
"But your brother Thor said that he is Odin's only child." Ian flipped through the manuscript, which was still a bit warm, and was greatly shocked. The other person was actually creating a super restricted comic.
on the manuscript.
Oncoming content.
It's all the turbulence of the sea.
"My comics are best-selling Nine Realms. The pedantic old man doesn't want to admit that he has a child like me, for fear that I will lead his new heir astray. It must not be something difficult to understand."
Hela's tone was a bit mocking about the tiredness of logging.
A familiar story.
Different cores.
Ian once again felt the shock from the new Marvel. Of course, other people's affairs had nothing to do with him. He just silently flipped through Hela's manuscript.
"You two are worthless, the eldest sister, let alone the second brother."
Ian showed his sharp comments.
Hear the words.
Hela was not angry, but just frowned, his eyes filled with distrust for Ian, "Can a guy of your age understand my art?"
Her words were simply a challenge to Ian.
"You can question my lack of strength, or even question my lack of development. Of course, this is not true. But you can't question my all-round talent in literary creation."
Ian is so passionate about literary creation that he is even willing to sacrifice his reputation in other directions, which shows that he is definitely a writer who truly loves writing.
"Your basic level is good, with smooth lines and rich details. It can be seen that you have a certain ability, but this style of painting big steamed buns is too straightforward."
"Well, it's too realistic." Ian had probably read the entire manuscript, and he already had a judgment in his mind, "This is why your imagination is restricted."
"Go out for a walk more often, and you will find that a big steamed bun can be not just a big steamed bun, it can also be a big basketball, or even several big basketballs."
"The universe is so vast and full of wonders."
"Also, you have to remember that art is not just about showing power and violence, it also needs to have elements about emotion, growth and self-discovery."
"Don't always throw the ball to readers so straightforwardly. Readers will get dizzy if there are too many balls. You should only throw the ball when it's time to throw it. Sometimes a little subtlety can arouse more resonance."
"The best Restricted Comic should be like the uniform you are wearing now - even though it looks perfect, all viewers will imagine how it will look when it is torn."
Ian didn't care if he offended Hela. He really just made a metaphor with the help of Hela, "The most attractive state is to refuse and welcome."
"Of course, we can also not limit it to people. I heard that Mjolnir was your toy before? You should add this to it. It is something that can really shock readers."
Ian carefully explained to Hela how to draw Restricted Comic, especially the last instructions, which made Hela, who had a cold face, couldn't help shaking his eyes violently.
You can see it.
She really felt the shock from the creative master.
"As a teacher, you can do it."
Hela was silent for a long time, and then she recognized Ian, with a hint of respect in her tone. As soon as she finished speaking, Ian's system immediately gave a new round of feedback.
[You gain a lot of [leader] experience.]
[The leader profession has been upgraded]
[The leader profession has been upgraded]
[Leader LV7 [43/640]]
A new round of upgrades.
Naturally, this means the addition of another believer. Hela seemed to have noticed something. She closed her eyes and felt the contents of the contract, her expression slightly changing.
Nothing more.
"That's it."
This Eldest Daughter of Asgard didn't yell like her brother.
Emotion management is very powerful.
"Soon you will see my new work." Hela seemed to understand something, raised her head and looked at the sky, and then she took a deep look at Ian.
"You can just pray to me directly when the time comes."
Ian seemed to be afraid that others would not know that he also had his own prayers, so he reminded Hela. Hela nodded, turned around and disappeared directly into the crowd of people on the street.
"Guan Yin the Child-Giver I haven't seen it, but Odin the Child-Giver... well, I haven't seen this either." Ian was full of gains, and turned around and walked back to the Sanctum Sanctorum hall with a happy expression.
He shook his head for a moment.
Since the signing fee was not added in time, the total amount of magic power of Ian is still the total amount of dozens of wells, but the natural growth rate is far higher than the previous rate.
"In this ethnic group Asgard, women actually become more beautiful as they get older." Ian sighed with emotion and caught Doctor Strange who was hiding behind a pillar and had been eavesdropping.
"Is the Odin you are talking about... the Odin I know?" Doctor Strange was really shocked. He didn't expect that what Ian said about having followers of gods was actually true.
There is more than one.
God King also sent another one!
What is this?
Proton?
All of a sudden, Doctor Strange's "Sherlock Holmes" brain had already done a lot of reasoning, and he had to suspect that this was proof that God King Odin couldn't beat the Evil God in front of him.
"Yes, it's him. I probably understand the reason." Ian is the one who is really awake in the world, but he did not tell Doctor Strange the truth about Asgard that most people do not die of old age, but are supported to death by Divine Power. He is afraid that Doctor Strange, whose magic power has been reduced to a very low level, will feel inferior because of this.
Lord Ian cares so much about the mental health of believers.
He also has his own gentleness.
It's just that guy Doctor Strange doesn't seem to feel it much.
"So, I am now the third-in-command? I am Sorcerer Supreme, reduced to being the third-in-command for Evil God?" Doctor Strange is really adaptable to his current status.
He even had a hunch that he might soon be reduced to the fourth in command.
"If you don't improve your emotional intelligence, then you have to clean toilets - I will build 10,000 toilets for you to clean." Ian, who did not receive praise, was very depressed.
"Can I take out the magic power in Evil God's toilet?" Good guy, Doctor Strange's brain circuit is indeed a bit strange. It can be seen that he really cares about the magic power he has lost.
"..."
Ian was rarely silenced by others. He suspected that as long as he nodded, Doctor Strange would really clean his toilet and then try to squeeze the magic power he pulled out of it.
"Go out for a walk more often. I suspect that you are suffering from deep-seated depression that is more serious than my second brother Xuan's depression." Ian advised you kindly, but in exchange you received a suspicious look from Doctor Strange as if you had remembered something.
"Speaking of the outside world, what have you done?" Doctor Strange suddenly asked, catching Ian off guard. Did this guy discover the fact that Ian had made a guest appearance in "Creator"?
"I haven't started anything yet."
Ian answered honestly and tried a little bit.
"Heh."
Doctor Strange showed an expression that he had seen through everything.
"Evil God can't believe a single punctuation mark. This is what you taught me." As he said that, he rushed to a cabinet and pulled out a pile of newspapers under the confused gaze of Ian.
"According to my investigation, the crime rate in New York has increased abnormally in the past two days. Extremely bad crimes are occurring not only in New York, but also in major cities around the world."
"Robbery, theft, even murder... doesn't this have anything to do with your recovery? I don't believe it!" Doctor Strange delivered a pile of newspapers in front of Ian.
He asked and answered himself in a determined tone.
"No? I have become a scapegoat. If there is a sin, it will be thrown on my head? This has nothing to do with me at all. Don't put any crime on my head."
Ian suddenly felt a sense of empathy with dc Lucifer.
Doctor Strange still looked unbelieving.
"You have to listen to what you say - so, it really has something to do with you." He had his own opinions on Ian, and he had not yet concluded that Ian would tell the truth 20% of the time.
"You are slandering."
Ian rolled his eyes with a novice version that couldn't see the pupils.
"You said it was a slander, but if you listen to it the other way around, you are just praising me..." Before Doctor Strange could finish his words with a firm tone, he was kicked directly under the table by Ian.
"How can you talk to your god if you are betrayed by Tiangang?" Ian feels that Doctor Strange should be sent to Minotaur Demon for further training. When it was enough, he added two more kicks, three kicks... fifty or sixty kicks. His buttocks were covered with shoe marks. Doctor Strange, who was dodging in embarrassment, ran around the house under the pursuit of Evil God.
"I surrender!"
He still likes to admit defeat.
It lacks the tenacity that Sorcerer Supreme should have.
"Where did you get this data? With your sick brain, you shouldn't be able to find these details, right?" Ian looked at Doctor Strange with a suspicious expression while polishing his shoes.
Even Doctor Strange, who had a shoe print on his face, puffed up his chest proudly after hearing this, "Do you think I bought this room full of mystery novels for nothing?"
"Don't underestimate my talent. I have always had the potential to be a detective." He tried to correct Ian's wrong impression of himself, but his pride did not last long.
"Wow~"
There was a sound of something being turned on. Before Doctor Strange could rush over, a blue light flashed, and the holographic image of the intelligent life Tony·Stark appeared on the desk.
"Doctor, there has been another bank robbery in the city. You may need your help." Teacher Holographic Tony looked at Doctor Strange who had already rushed in front of him.
This moment.
Doctor Strange It's embarrassing.
Of course Ian also understood where Doctor Strange obtained the data.
"It seems that you learned this skill from me." Ian expressed heartfelt emotion. Sure enough, this era is the era when everyone is looking for external brains.
"I helped too!"
Doctor Strange turned around and tried to quibble.
However.
The only thing that responded to him was Ian's endless hehe sound - the little boy took out his Half-Phone and played the three-hour recording of his previous hehe instruction to Madison.
"..."
Doctor Strange was extremely embarrassed and annoyed.
"It's you. You are definitely deliberately trying to cause trouble. Just because I am a magician and you are a creature of technology, you can't stand me." He attempted to accuse Holographic Tony.
"Obviously this place is all under your surveillance. Damn it, why should I allow you to install surveillance?" Doctor Strange looked annoyed, and his accusation seemed to be reasonable.
Holographic Tony didn't mean to refute him.
"Good afternoon, Ian."
This intelligent being that had never truly lived looked towards the boy in the hall.
"New Tony, good afternoon, look, I brought you a gift." Ian picked up the box of Charcoal-Grilled Octopus and approached Holographic Tony's equipment.
Holographic Tony has not responded yet.
Doctor Strange will quit now.
"Didn't you say this was a gift for me?" He was actually a little hungry. After all, Ian's "Evil God power" consumed a lot of his reserve fat when repairing his body.
"Tsk, tsk, it's time to find a place to replace your brain."
Ian saw this.
He immediately pulled Doctor Strange aside.
"My stupid believer, New Tony is obviously a robot, and he can't really eat. If he refuses, won't this box of octopus still be yours in the end?"
Ian lowered his voice as much as possible and spoke softly.
He tried to teach Doctor Strange how to maximize the use of resources.
"Huh? Is this still possible?"
Doctor Strange was once again shocked by Evil God, and began to ask for advice humbly.
Not far away.
New Tony's expression was very speechless.
"Imp, I would like to remind you that there are thirty-four radio equipment in this house, each radio equipment is worth fifty thousand." He waved to Ian and Doctor Strange as a reminder.
By the way, he also showed that his broadcasting equipment is also valuable.
Ian pretended not to hear.
He is still teaching his followers.
Just thirty-four listening devices.
Compared to his Uncle Bruce, it is still slightly inferior.
I don't know what New Tony is showing off.
"I'm not urging you, but if you continue to discuss unplugging me there, the robbers who robbed the bank will already deposit the money in another bank."
New Tony's shouting finally attracted the attention of Ian.
"Do these robbers have some serious illness?" Ian had heard of many ways to rob banks and then sell the stolen goods, but at this moment, he still felt an eye-opening shock.
In the lobby of Sanctum Sanctorum.
The air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and the residual warmth of magic.
New Tony turned to look at Ian.
"Yes, it seems that these robbers have no idea how to plan a crime. In fact, there has never been such a bad crime in the entire New York these two days ago."
"It's the same thing all over the world."
He spoke softly in an absolutely rational voice, "I have noticed some Causality contradictions about crime. From the perspective of human history, you should have very rich criminal experience."
"However, all crime seemed to stop in the first few days, and then people seemed to have undergone some kind of cognitive modification. Most people seemed to have lived a crime-free life for many years."
"No one knows how to commit a crime, and no one would want to commit a crime. It's like a machine that has been restored to its factory settings." New Tony kept staring at Ian.
He can calculate that all this is related to Ian.
"That's because this world has only been born for a few days. The past was just its background, and the present is its reality." Ian has no intention or intention of hiding this matter.
"What do you mean?"
Doctor Strange was immediately stunned when he heard this.
"You mean my decades of life are all fake? Are you kidding me?" He obviously didn't believe what Ian said, after all, the memories in his mind seemed so real to him.
Regarding this.
Ian pondered slightly.
I figured it out quickly.
"Your memory is not false. I have begun to understand now that there is no starting over again. That snap of fingers probably just created a new future."
"You are still you, but at a certain point, your souls have been sealed away for a long time, and now they have been stuffed into a new body."
Ian From the information of New Tony, he could already tell what was wrong. He realized that what he was trying to reopen by snapping his fingers was probably just the rules and operations of this world.
As for time.
Although it does go back to a relatively long time ago.
However.
People living in this era have not really experienced the development of this world. Their memories all come from another past that has not yet suffered catastrophe.
Of course.
That past.
In fact, it completely coincides with the current era, so no one can find any clues in their own memory, because Teacher Tony recreated an exact same world for them.
It's like taking a group of dolls out of the original sandbox and putting them into another sandbox. Of course, the dolls whose power was cut off in the middle will not notice anything wrong.
A seamless plan.
However.
Now there is obviously a problem that has led to the contradiction and fragmentation that New Tony noticed - the problem is that when teacher Tony unsealed the "entangled souls" of different parallel universes, the separated souls were too pure. Even if the memory has not changed, people's souls are extremely clean.
The good and evil we have witnessed, the good and bad we have experienced, the pain and joy we have endured would have left an imprint on a person's soul and shaped his choices, beliefs and moral boundaries.
However.
In this new world.
All such traces have been erased from the resettled souls. This is the new world. The reason why many people look like fools and even superheroes have lost themselves - there is no residual heat of sin or scars of struggle in their souls.
They were "washed" too clean!
In other words.
They have lost the most critical "source of pollution" in their growth!
"As expected of me!"
Ian didn't know whether this was teacher Tony's intentional behavior or an inevitable result of splitting up those entangled souls. He only knew that his Super Intelligence helped him understand everything.
And some people obviously don't have Super Intelligence.
"I still don't understand what you are talking about. Isn't it because of your resurrection that there are so many evils in this world? Are you the evil itself?"
Doctor Strange's eyes were filled with confusion.
He is still insisting on his persistent opinion about Evil God.
"I'll give you something to eat. You go over there and squirt shit." Ian stuffed the grilled octopus into Doctor Strange. He looked at Holographic Tony, and sure enough, New Tony could understand what he meant.
"It's an interesting hypothesis. If it is true, it proves that my discovery is not wrong. Now, maybe it's just that the evil genes hidden in the human soul have begun to breed again."
Tony teacher is thoughtful.
"It is also possible that the things that brought evil to mankind were not erased by the teacher Tony that I am familiar with, so they gradually awakened and began to affect mankind again?"
Ian made a bold guess.
This is also the idea given to him by Doctor Strange's nonsense just now.
He's not that kind of Evil God.
It doesn't mean that Marvel doesn't have that kind of Evil God.
"I haven't collected complete information on the mysterious side yet. Maybe I can tell you the answer later." New Tony gave a relatively conservative answer.
"By the way, help me analyze how I can bring those Superman back to their right path. After all, if my guess is correct, they still have the souls of heroes."
Ian looked back at Doctor Strange. Doctor Strange was eating like an animal. This is a relatively normal character among today's superheroes.
"Eat and drink enough! It's time for me to save people... and then collect protection money from them! As long as I save their lives, they will definitely come to me for divination every month for the rest of their lives!"
"I will work hard for my luxurious coffin!"
Doctor Strange threw away the lunch box and stood up.
He may not be so normal after looking so obsessed with money.
However.
It seems that he is more saved than other superheroes. Just when Ian was forcefully excusing his followers, Doctor Strange suddenly put his hands into his trouser pockets.
He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out something soft.
"????"
Ian stared at the bloody appendix in Doctor Strange's hand, his eyes widened, "I know you are a doctor, but you don't need to cut off the appendix, right?"
He has also seen the hypocrisy of adults. Doctor Strange This guy claims to be incompatible with the devil, but he never thought that he is also a hypocrite who doesn't mean what he means.
"You can't expect me to cut open my own stomach every time I store something, right?" Doctor Strange felt that the demon in front of him might like to watch his believers suffer.
However.
"Is there a possibility that my magic is not used in this way?" Ian's expression was very strange. He gestured with his hands, as if he wanted to draw a human anatomy diagram for Doctor Strange out of thin air.
"The appendix is connected to the intestines, the intestines are connected to the stomach, the stomach is connected to the esophagus, and the esophagus is connected to the mouth." Ian explained patiently. He suspected that Doctor Strange's doctorate in medicine was very watery.
Of course.
Doctor Strange also suspects that there is something wrong with his brain.
"When you asked me to store something, you ate it and then vomited it out?" Doctor Strange thought it would be worse than cutting out the appendix. As expected, I still wasn't used to being with Evil God.
"One look at you shows you have learned too little magic."
Ian sighed heavily.
He really didn't want to deal with a lunatic wandering around with his appendix.
"My little knowledge of magic does not affect my ability to go out and save the suffering people. I am going to be a hero now." As he said that, Doctor Strange turned to look at Holographic Tony.
"Where are the coordinates of the perpetrator?"
He acted very professional.
"I haven't urged you because a group of rookie police officers have already dealt with the trouble." Tony raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the old-fashioned TV set in Sanctum Sanctorum lit up.
Only seen.
Five robbers wearing stockings and hoods crowded in front of the bank counter.
They want to save money.
Everyone was carrying several large bags of banknotes. However, because they forgot to take off their hoods, this group of lame robbers was discovered, and the police quickly surrounded these people.
"That's what it's like if you don't wear meat strips."
Ian made a critical review.
The screen continues.
"Don't move! NYPD!"
The sound of twenty guns being loaded at the same time silenced the entire bank hall. I saw a group of poorly trained police officers. Some walked through the door and some climbed through the windows.
They all looked extremely nervous and pointed their guns at the robbers.
The robbers were even more nervous.
Looking left and right.
The excellent matching mechanism did not match a sufficient number of hostages for this rookie robber. Four robbers captured the hostages, and the police did not even think of shooting them during the three-minute chase to capture the hostages.
Both parties were in a hurry.
Eventually.
The four robbers took the hostages, and the remaining hapless robber could only point his gun at his temple, trying to use himself as a hostage to make the police afraid.
"Bang~"
At this time.
However, the police suddenly opened fire.
The robber fell to the ground.
After seeing that the other robbers were frightened and all gave up struggling and knelt down to beg for mercy, the policeman who fired the gun seemed to realize that he didn't seem to understand why he shot.
Of course.
The police themselves don't understand.
Someone understands.
"Did you see it? The robber who was killed was Brother Hei, a member of society! He also planned to commit suicide. The double buff directly triggered the skills that New York, a newbie and veteran policeman, once engraved in the soul!"
Ian's explanation is to support his previous speculation about soul reincarnation.
Nothing more.
He still couldn't make Doctor Strange realize anything.
"So it's over?"
Doctor Strange put down his appendix. Just now, he took out several guns from his appendix. It was also true that people couldn't tell whether he was a mage or not.
"The matter is not over yet, and the crime is growing faster than I expected - the first Superman crime has already occurred." Holographic Tony switched to the camera video again.
The TV screen came to the perspective of roadside surveillance.
The police car in front of the camera was overturned by some huge impact, and the scream of twisted metal pierced the air. In the thick smoke, a deformed figure slowly straightened up - the thing had Spider-Man's iconic inverted triangle eye mask, but most of the mask had been torn, revealing half of the distorted human face underneath.
"Spider-Man?"
Ian was stunned at first.
"No! It's Spider Monster! No wonder he goes to do a striptease!"
Then he woke up suddenly.
"Gu~"
Doctor Strange I have never seen such a terrifying creature in my life.
Swallowing like crazy.
Spider Monster is hunched over.
Eight shimmering spider legs emerged from the spine, and the tips of each leg were dripping with viscous liquid, which looked really scary.
Its movements were both spider-like and human-like, with a sickening twist. Suddenly, it pounced on a fallen woman, and its black spider legs pierced the woman's shoulders like a fork and lifted the woman into the air.
"Help! Someone help me!"
The woman's voice stopped suddenly.
"Have children, have children, you have to give me many, many children, hahahaha." The monster's cracked jaw suddenly expanded to an incredible width, revealing the layers of jagged fangs inside. It lowered its head and bit the woman's head, and the sound of cracking skulls mixed with the sound of chewing came from the surveillance speaker.
"Where did the monster come from?"
"What should we do! I don't want to attack it! A pistol won't kill it!"
Behind the burning wreckage of the taxi, several policemen were slumped on the ground. One of the young police officers had his gun dropped between his legs, and there were dark marks of wet water on his police pants.
It's not just the people who are trembling.
These New York policemen were also trembling.
Just when everyone was at a loss.
A black and white figure suddenly swung in from the edge of the camera lens.
"What is that?"
Some people screamed in surprise.
"Superman type who is not afraid of death? He... she wants to be a hero?"
The policemen also raised their heads.
Under everyone's gaze.
The black and white Spider-Man made a beautiful mid-air turn. She tried to launch an attack, hoping to prevent this disaster. As she wandered, the spider silk accurately shot at the monster's face.
However, the damage of this blow was really not much, but it completely angered Spider Mutant.
"Human! Dare you blaspheme the great Celestial?" Spider Mutant let out a sharp explosion, and the metallic spider legs ejected directly at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"Bang~"
Unable to dodge, the black and white Spider-Man was swung out like a baseball and crashed into the convenience store on the corner. Amidst the roar of the shelves collapsing, a lock of long hair was exposed under the broken white mask.
"Takeaway girl?"
Doctor Strange's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"I knew it! I knew there was something wrong with Gwen from the beginning!" Ian also slapped Doctor Strange's thigh violently. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and ran towards Sanctum Sanctorum's door.
"You want to save someone?"
Doctor Strange didn't dare to follow.
"It's you I'm going to save."
Ian's response quickly disappeared.
He soared into the sky under the gaze of countless people on the street.
Queens's streets are burning.
On the broken asphalt road, the car wreckage was twisted into a charred skeleton, and the leaking gasoline from the fuel tank snaked through the cracks, like burning red snakes.
Thick smoke billowed and licked the sky.
The afternoon sunlight was filtered into a sickly haze. The glass shards made tiny crackling sounds in the high temperature, as if the whole street was groaning in pain.
"Damn it! How could my skills be so bad? I was obviously very good when I was dreaming." Gwen Stacey lay on her back in the ruins of the convenience store, her white uniform stained a dirty gray-pink by blood and dust. She tried to hold herself up, but there was a heartbreaking pain in her left arm - it had already suffered a very serious fracture.
"Huh?"
Gwen was very surprised that he could accurately judge this point.
But she had no time to be stunned. Not far away, the monster that called itself "god" was slowly approaching, its eight spider legs alternately inserted into the ground, making a tooth-piercing friction sound.
"No one can save you." The monster's voice sounded like fingernails scratching a blackboard, with a nervous vibrato, "Look at those people, they only have awe and fear for me!"
Spider Monster seems to enjoy this feeling.
Hearing this, Gwen kept jerking back and turned her head with difficulty. The fire escapes on both sides of the street were crowded with onlookers, their mobile phone lenses flashing in the smoke, but no one pressed the alarm call. Closer, several policemen huddled behind an overturned police car, burying their heads in their arms like frightened ostriches.
"You should be like them." The monster leaned down, revealing half of Peter Parker's face under the torn mask, "Submit to my great god!"
He spoke to Gwen.
"Never!"
Gwen was very scared, but his attitude was still very determined.
"Why don't you!" Spider Mutant was enraged again, and his spider legs suddenly lashed out. Gwen flew out like a rag doll and fell heavily next to the wreckage of the police car. The young policeman hiding behind the car screamed and crawled away, and his police badge fell to Gwen's hand - with some fresh blood stains on it.
"Shoot"
Gwen coughed up blood and grabbed the police badge and threw it at Spider Mutant.
Twenty meters away.
The monster was using its spider legs to pierce another policeman's chest, as easily as a child tearing open a candy wrapper, but the other policemen were too hesitant to act because of fear and fear.
They only dared to find another place to hide.
"Their performance is reasonable. After all, this is the law of nature." The monster sucked the blood on the spider's leg, and his voice suddenly became extremely clear. "Foods should have their own consciousness. When facing a god like me at the top of the food chain, you should wash your necks and wait to be eaten by me!"
Spider Mutant approached Gwen again.
And at this time.
Bang!
The sound of gunfire tore through the thick smoke.
The monster staggered.
The furious compound eyes turned towards the direction of the bullet.
Gwen's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Dad?!"
She exclaimed.
Only seen.
Not far away.
George Sheriff Stacey stood next to the burning newsstand, Police Revolver puffing out green smoke in the thick smoke.
The right shoulder of his police uniform was soaked in blood, but he held the gun steadily with his injured arm. However, no matter how he called for support from his companions, neither passers-by nor the police dared to attack the monster.
their souls.
After snapping your fingers.
Not just less sin.
Something else is missing.
"This is really sad."
The monster laughed like a baby crying, and crawled towards Gwen with a strange cry, with greedy eyes, "Superman's genes are very good, you and your daughter can give birth to my child together!"
"The law of nature, survival of the fittest, my tribe will inevitably be the one on the future earth..." Before he could finish his heroic words, the mutated forelimbs stretched out towards Gwen.
The sky suddenly darkened.
It's not a dark cloud - it's a humanoid shadow zooming in Zoom.
"I know the laws of nature: bugs eat grass, chickens eat bugs, and villains eat chickens - anyway, no spiders eat people." Ian hit the monster's head like a meteorite.
Spider Monster was caught off guard.
He was directly smashed into the ground by Ian's legs - this was a kick from the sky. A huge shock wave exploded in a ring, and all the asphalt roads within a radius of ten meters cracked and sank.
"Damn it! Let me go!"
Spider Mutant's shattered head was screaming in pain.
And roaring with rage.
Its vocal cords are completely different from those of humans.
"You are weak, but they don't dare to attack you. Why is that?"
Ian stepped on Spider Mutant's head and looked around. The burning street was like discarded scrap paper, with its charred edges curled up, and Mars flickering on and off between the cracks.
The boy's eyes scanned every onlooker.
Model-shaped Captain America stood on GG Brand, his flawless uniform spotless. However, at this moment, he was indifferent as if he had been a plastic model for a long time.
Very stiff.
Full of hesitation and hesitation. Thor was not far away, holding up his Mjolnir. Thunder flashed and extinguished between his knuckles, as if he was very unsure of his own strength. He was God of Thunder of Asgard, but now it seemed that he had never really waved Warhammer, and could only stand on the edge of the storm, hesitating and shaking.
further away.
Countless faces were crowded behind the broken windows.
They hid their figures, and their pupils were dancing with expressions of fear, terror, horror, and nervousness. All of them seemed to be missing something - that something, not a weapon, not a power, not a miracle, but the most precious thing condensed by human beings over countless years of development.
It's ancient gold.
"Shouldn't be erased."
Feel this clearly.
So.
Ian Lean over.
I grabbed Spider Mutant who kept roaring.
The monster's roar seemed to come from the depths of Hell, full of wildness and violence. But Ian's eyes were as calm as water, as if he had seen through the essence of this chaos.
"What are you doing?"
Gwen tried to prop up her body, but failed. Her white hood slipped off, and her long golden hair was covered in blood and ashes, looking miserable.
"If sin can be reawakened, then so can other things - I'm telling them what courage is." Ian threw Spider Mutant directly into the sky.
It was as if darkness itself was thrown to the judgment seat of light.
"If you can't find your own meaning, then... look at me and I'll give you an example." He turned to the silent heroes among the crowd of spectators.
Monsters spiral into the sky.
At its highest point, its eight compound eyes simultaneously reflected the tragic scenes of the streets below - burning police cars, kneeling crowds, and those Superman species hiding behind perfect uniforms.
"No!"
Golden light suddenly engulfed his world.
Dyeing the streets.
That is the brilliance of the sun.
Destroyed the overwhelming evil.
At the same time.
It also ignites something in people's hearts that is hotter and older than the sun.
No one knows how the main theme of superheroes can be revived in this new absurd world. It may require a disaster or an alien invasion.
Or maybe the threat of annihilation is happening again.
What hasn't happened yet can never have a conclusion.
However.
Change the angle.
The real answer.
It may not be that when a child clenched his fist, his inner sigh turned into thunder - the sound was so loud that the entire universe had to lower its head to listen.