No feeding of soul gems

Duffy squatted on the ground and stuck out his tongue, panting heavily.It scratched the ground with its front paws, and tilted its head to look at the two new owners who were confronting each other.

Vormir looks at Strange, Strange looks at Vormir, Vormir looks at Strange, Strange looks at Vormir.

Doctor Strange took a deep breath and took off the glasses that were obstructing his face.Vormir immediately coughed a few times in a serious manner, as if he really couldn't help the itchy throat, rather than holding back a laugh.The gem of reality restrains the red light of schadenfreude, and hides merit and fame deeply.

Under the two piercing gazes, Strange first touched his clean chin with trembling hands in disbelief, and then put his hands down trembling in disbelief.At this moment, Tony's laughing and mocking face flashed through his mind; at this moment, Steve's expression of pretending not to care flashed through his mind; at this moment, Wang Neng's lifeless and paralyzed face flashed through his mind.

"How dare you take my beard! No one dares to take my beard!" He opened his mouth and shouted in shock, "Vormir, you stone, no one in the entire wizarding world will respect me anymore Supreme mage, the king won't wait until I leave the sanctuary to listen to Beyoncé, you know what it makes me look like without a beard? It makes me look like, like—"

It was called a treasure just now, but now it has become a broken stone?

Vormeer spread his hands, showing a face serious enough to make newspaper headlines: "——like Sherlock Holmes."

Strange: Don't stop me, I'm going to blow up this most hated rock in the universe today!

He threatened in a deep voice: "If I were Holmes, I would fill your dessert refrigerator with human body parts, preferably bloody ones."

Vormir still wanted to talk back, but caught a glimpse of the other party's soul that seemed to be burning, so he reluctantly let go of the grief-stricken mage, tilted his head and changed the topic: "Forget about the beard, now I have a Good news or bad news, which do you want to hear?"

Strange glared at him, and gave a noble and cold "huh": "With all due respect, I am already past the age of playing this kind of game, Mr. Infinite."

"Well, the good news is that we probably might have found the right spot." Vormir pointed to a corner of the window.Most of the glass of this wild house is covered with a thick layer of dust, but through the misty windows, the interior layout can still be seen from several angles.This is one of the transparent places, and the circular pattern printed on the side of the bookcase can be clearly seen from this angle.

These circular patterns are mostly gold and orange, and the colors are deep and light, just like a river that has been panned for gold.

Vormir pulled the mage who was still angry, breathed on the window, and wiped the glass with his sleeve.After this brushing, the vision became clearer, and the meaning of these golden patterns gradually became one piece in Strange's thoughts.

"Pictographs," he said.

"Yes, hieroglyphs," said Vormir. "Can you decipher them?"

Strange moved closer, at a distance his shoulder was almost touching Vormir's.The mage narrowed his eyes slightly, and through the glass fogged with breath again, he deciphered these slightly damaged hieroglyphics word by word.

"Mother lifts up the swaddle, the dead wake up from the ground, and all who follow you rise to the top of the sky. Praise you, true God, you are the lord of all beings, you are the king of the Nile, and when you come, the sun in the sky will move for you change."

"God." Vormir repeated.

Not the gods that the ancient Egyptians used to worship, but a so-called "true god".

"I'm afraid this is our mutant friend. He changed the soul state of many mutants, and at the same time protected them from any ability person's prying eyes, even me." He blinked with a half-smile, "Professor X told me that he didn't know what enemy he was facing, but I always felt that these mutants were either lying or hiding something."

"It couldn't be more normal. Did the Avengers announce all the truth? Under the protection of the Mind Stone, both the Justice League and the X-Men thought you were just a mage. They knew that I was wearing the Time Stone on my chest. Knowing that the gem on Vision's head is the soul gem, every time we communicate, the eyes on us are ten times more than those on you." Strange sneered.

Vormir lowered his eyes. "That can only show that my existence is a variable. They have never seen such a development."

The chandelier in the room flickered on and off, leaving an unreal shadow under his long eyelashes.Under the warm light, those pupils, which were somewhat cold on weekdays, showed a beautiful golden-orange color, and the lights turned into small stars, spreading on the golden-orange sea like broken diamonds.

Strange cast a casual glance at him.

"A variable." Soul Gem sighed, inexplicably sad.

The mage glanced at him again, and said dryly: "On the bright side, they are all rocks, at least you have concealed your identity, otherwise Batman might chop you up and stab Superman in the chest right now. "

Kryptonite spear: I thank you eight generations of ancestors!Sixteen generations of ancestors! 24 generations of ancestors!

"Aren't you going to see the ruins of Black Adam?" Vormir said briskly, suppressing the corners of his lips that were about to curl up.

If he could see the look on his face, he'd know he's a long way from the guy who doubted he could have sentient biological emotions

It took them about half an hour to finally walk into this murderous refuge. Fortunately, Strange is a magic wizard who is rare in ten thousand years, and fortunately, Kama Taj has a huge inventory of magic books, which has cracked one protection after another. After the spell they were able to make their way to the living areas of the house in full.

Black Adam's desktop is probably a representative of slovenliness. On one side of the table are a few messy notebooks. Strange picks up one carefully, and barely makes out a few lines that can be read from the upside-down smearing. the word.

"The world has grown disgusted with my words and told me to shut up and pay attention."

"The gods showed me the method of resurrection, knights"

"The Pool of Lazarus."

Duffy's paws stepped on the rotten wooden floor, and the cracked planks made a crisp sound.It seemed that it didn't expect to make such a big commotion, and it flew into the air at the moment of trouble, showing a look of being out of its wits.

Vormir was taken aback. "The Pool of Lazarus?"

"What did you think of?" Strange asked. "Are you thinking the same thing as I am?"

"No, it's just a vague premonition, which has appeared countless times in the past billions of years, and it only represents one thing—" Vormir snorted coldly. "Business grabbers."

Lazarus Pool claims that it can be cured no matter whether you have one breath or not, whether you have become a box or hemiplegia, whether you are bombarded to death by magic, hammered to death by an iron fist or knocked to death by a crowbar, all you need is 998. cured well.

It's just that there may be a little bit of sequelae.

It would have been a perfect day were it not for this episode.At the beginning of today, the soul gem solved a gangster who came into the room, and successfully let him enter vertically and go out horizontally; although there were some small troubles in the middle, he caught a rogue that was mixed among human beings. Kryptonian dog, maybe you can take it back and be with Buster in the future; later, relying on Duffy's brave performance, he found Black Adam's lair, followed the clues to find out the so-called "God" among the mutants, and smoked Lost the beard of a certain long face.

And yet he's not happy at all, and this little episode is utterly hateful for the Soul Gem.

He suddenly lost the interest in continuing to tease Doctor Strange, he just held his breath and rummaged through the table, rummaging through it, a blessing in disguise, and found an important item: Black Adam's magic notes.

On the first line of the first page of the notes, they found what they needed most for this trip.

Black Adam wrote:

"In the path of power, my pursuit is endless, and the path of the six gods seems to have come to an end; I asked the mountains, and the mountains met with silence; I asked the abyss, and the abyss met with silence; I asked the ocean, and the ocean met with silence; From the east coast to the west coast, from the zenith to the center of the earth, the glorious creation of mankind for tens of thousands of years, there is no smooth path to true immortality. I questioned, I roared, I begged, but Shazam turned away."

"Until one day, the true God descended in front of me. He is the Lord of the Gods, the King of All Creation, through the past, present, and future, people call his name, people call the apocalypse."

For a moment, there was only dust flying in the whole room, and the damp musty smell came from all directions, flying in front of the two of them.The thick-skinned notebook was carefully flattened, bearing two heavy sights.

It seems like a lifetime has passed.

"Apocalypse." Strange murmured, pressing his fingertips to the handwriting on the back of the paper, "Mutants and the DC world, do you think this is the fusion of the universe to complete the setting?"

"I don't know," Vormir stretched out his hand to the mage's front - the man shrank subconsciously, then stood still - he lightly touched the buzzing Eye of Agomotto, and whispered, "There is only one way can find the answer."

Strange raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "You really think so?"

"I really think so." Vormir shrugged. "We have to see for ourselves."