Strange's arrival put Arthur on edge.
Their eyes met, and each sensed an aura from the other-the aura of their own kind.
Though things were still relatively quiet, it felt as if they might start fighting at any moment.
Besides, a fight would be perfectly normal. They might even kill everyone else present.
The Philosopher's Stone!
Even the rumors circulating about it claimed that the Philosopher's Stone could bring back the dead and preserve souls forever.
Then how powerful could the real Philosopher's Stone be?
Power was always tempting.
Strange was no saint, and neither was Arthur. Without being saints, they could not resist the lure of immense power.
Still, Strange cast a spell to save the team members who were about to go mad. It was not some sudden outpouring of kindness.
Rather, even in this state, Strange wanted to preserve a shred of his humanity, though he admittedly had little left.
"Hiss-"
As the three parties converged, the Flesh Mountain creatures rolled over the ground the bombs had blasted clear. In an instant, colonies covered it again.
"So these monsters were the ones creating the colonies." Tony stared grimly at the ground. In just a few dozen seconds, colonies had covered such a vast expanse of land again!
If these creatures reached the surface in the outside world!
The consequences would be unimaginable!
Tony was starting to believe what the robot had said about the end of the world.
"Heh..."
The panicked team members, especially those whose symptoms Strange had just eased, began suffering even worse side effects.
Their bodies went rigid, and they lay motionless on the ground.
Some even slowly twisted their own necks with their hands. Once their necks bent at a horrifying angle, they stopped breathing.
Strange was stunned by the bloody sight.
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