Chapter 1380 The Call of the Stars (VI)

"What is that?" Stark asked, wrinkling his eye muscles.

"It's just Dormammu."

Strange leaned back on the sofa very relaxedly, put his hands on the armrests, crossed his legs and said: "I still have the Great Demon, the Crimson Lord, the Lord of Hell... Tony, do you really think the existence of these lives is so simple?"

"In fact, just like humans, energy is a tool for humans, and it is also theirs. The importance of energy to them is almost the same as that to humans. We use energy to drive machines to build civilization, but that is not who we are."

"Aren't they energy creatures?"

"That's just a manifestation." After the deep darkness in Strange's eyes faded, his eyes were full of the wisdom of the Supreme Sorcerer. He buckled his forearms inward, crossed his fingers together, and put them in front of him and said: "The core of each Great Demon is a concept or rule, not energy. . "

"The dark dimension is Dormammu's property. He regards it as very important. In order to make his property more, he wants to erode the world with darkness, but that is only because of his greed, not the need for survival."

"As long as there is darkness in this universe, Dormammu will not die completely. His death is more like sleeping. Endless sleep replaces the real demise. Perhaps only when the universe is destroyed will he be destroyed. "

"And in the long history of the Supreme Sorcerer dealing with such creatures, we have also encountered more bizarre and terrifying existences. My teacher, Ancient One, once told me about that twisted and terrifying history. "

Strange and Stark both focused their eyes on the black notebook. When the focus of their eyes overlapped, Stark heard from Strange about the old stories of the wizards exploring the mysteries behind the stars.

"In the ancient Hyperion era, wizards have begun to be curious about the back of the stars. They draw magic circles, offer sacrifices, and summon these terrifying beings hidden behind the stars."

"But modern magicians generally believe that those so-called magic circles and sacrifices are actually ineffective. It is the wizards' prying into the stars that attracts the attention of these ancient beings."

"When they cast their attention, the wizards gained unparalleled power, but at the same time they also fell into endless madness and pain. Modern magicians also generally believe that this power is not given by that group of beings, and the same is true for madness."

Stark shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not fully understand. Strange used many ancient and difficult words, some of which did not even sound like human language, but he still said in that addicted tone:

"The power that wizards gain is nothing but the aftermath of their arrival, and the madness they encounter is only because they look directly at madness itself. These beings who descended do not want to bless anyone, nor do they want anyone to suffer. Their existence is the ultimate chaos and madness."

"And if we talk about what they are like, my teacher Ancient One once said that there is no treasure behind the starry sky, only endless blindness and stupidity."

"They are hidden in the immaterial world deep in the stars, and when the stars return to their positions, they will descend again."

"Who are they?"

Strange looked back along Stark's focused gaze, and then, as if in a state of inspiration, he uttered a series of languages ​​that Stark could not understand, but this language was gathered into a name in Stark's mind - "The Old Ones".

"Please forgive me for using a specific word to describe the crazy story I have experienced. If this is a novel, I would name it - The Past Returns.

But it is not because I am too careless and have been using ambiguous pronouns to refer to them. It is just because the story of finding this name is equally thrilling and exciting. I must record it. It has to start with my adventure in pursuit of alien falling objects at the foot of Longs Peak in Rocky Mountain National Park.

When the sun sets, the indescribable excitement pushes my back. I did not choose to retreat to the base, but took out my flashlight from the backpack to illuminate the dark road I was about to embark on..."

Schiller at the desk raised his pen and looked out the window with a sleepy look. The sun finally rose, and the blazing light became brighter and brighter. The light suddenly flickered, and when the flashlight was moved away, Quill's face full of small scars was revealed.

He walked through the jungle with difficulty, occasionally using the crutch in his hand to push away the dense bushes, and walked forward with one deep step and one shallow step.

"Since I just saved your life, can't you listen to me for once?! We should go back to the base now, instead of going deeper and deeper!" Rocket Raccoon, holding the handle of the backpack tightly, yelled in Quill's ear, saying, "You said you are not afraid of heights? Then how do you explain that you fainted on top of such a high branch?!"

Quill pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic. He turned his head aside and said, "Thank you for saving me with the grappling hook and not letting me break my spine, but it was actually just an accident. I think I'm in good shape."

Rocket Raccoon sighed deeply and didn't persuade him anymore. Quill quickened his pace, and the smoke column from the crashed spacecraft was getting closer and closer to him.

A few minutes later, Quill finally saw the crashed spaceship after pushing aside the leaves of a dense clump of broad-leaved plants.

"Oh my God. What is this?!"

Quell's expression of shock was beyond words, because what appeared in front of him was not the exquisite, minimalist, fluid-mechanical metal product he had expected in his mind - all the spaceship wreckage he had seen in NASA before was like this.

It is not accurate to call this spaceship in front of him a spaceship. It is more like a palace fragment hanging upside down and inserted into the ground, as if a huge palace was cut into pieces and then thrown here casually.

Quell walked closer and found that his judgment was correct. It should be the spire of the main hall of the three-quarter Gothic palace, which is the spire-style building commonly seen next to the main hall of a Gothic church.

The reason why it is called Gothic is that Quill's relatively scarce architectural knowledge makes him unable to find other more accurate styles to describe this building. It is black all over, with golden streamers on the walls, and starry patterns flashing on the metal decorations.

But at the same time, the space around it has a sense of confusion, making people feel that it doesn't really look like this, but the human brain can only understand it like this.

"No wonder the director of NASA is convinced that there is a treasure here..."

In front of the huge building, Quill's figure was so small that he almost disappeared. He looked up and stared at the magnificent remains.

Then he suddenly reacted and covered his neck and said, "Why didn't I see such a big guy when I was on the mountain? This, this is not scientific..."

"You can still uphold a scientific heart now, which can be regarded as a manifestation of determination." Rocket Raccoon also stared at the building and patted Quill's shoulder with his paw.

"I don't think you will have a good end if you rush in here. I think we should leave first and then make a long-term plan."

"You really don't look like a beast, or the opposite of them." Quill said as he took steps and began to circle around the remains, as if he wanted to find an entrance.

Suddenly, a tremor came from the ground, and Quill fell to the ground before he could react. He tried to stabilize his body, but at the same time, a low bell rang.

"Dong... Dong... Dong..."

The world was spinning.

Quill covered his ears, but he couldn't stop the bell from penetrating. He saw that in the shadow of the big tree under the moonlight, those terrible sticky tentacles began to twist and move again.

The sticky touch climbed up his ankles, then his whole body, and then went deep into his stomach and intestines. Quill opened his mouth and breathed desperately, and his ears were filled with the sound of the sickle extending from the eyes piercing his abdominal skin.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The eyes that emerged from the pupa waved countless sharp limbs and rushed towards the depths of darkness, and climbed onto the faces of several figures in the darkness, becoming their eyes.

The monster with eyes was getting closer and closer, "Puff, puff, puff..."

Quil waved his arms wildly and shouted, "Don't come over, don't come over! Get out of here, get out of here quickly!!!!"

"Are you okay? Hey! Hey! Man, wake up! We are not monsters, we are agents of SHIELD! Can you wake up?"

The bright light shone on Quill's face, and the stimulation of the light made him suddenly come back to his senses. His arms froze in mid-air, and after moving away, he saw the faces of several young men.

"Are you okay? What happened to you?"

The face of the young man in the lead made Quill feel familiar, and his thoughts were suddenly drawn back to the first day on Earth. He called Lisa next to a newsstand, and at that time, the newsboy who ran past him was holding a newspaper with the young man's face printed on the front page.

"Peter... Peter Parker?"

"Look, I told you that it would be effective to let Riley comfort you. Everyone trusts Peter Parker." An Asian youth standing behind the leading youth said with his hands spread out.

"Dude, if you're okay, don't lie on the ground. Isn't it cold? Watch your waist." The Asian youth walked up and pulled Quill up. Quill shook his head vigorously, not seeming to be sober.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I have to ask, why are you here? What's your relationship with this mysterious building?"

"I am, I'm an investigator from NASA." Quill panted and said, "Who are you? I don't think SHIELD agents are so young."

"We are indeed not formal agents, we just received a temporary mission from SHIELD. I am Ben Riley, you can also call me Peter Parker, whatever you like. My friends and I were commissioned by SHIELD to investigate the crashed UFO."

Riley stretched out his hand to Quill, who covered his head with one hand and gently shook his hand with the other hand, and said, "So you are the kind of weirdos with special abilities?"

Riley looked back at his teammates, including Scarlet Witch Wanda, Jarvis, and Xu Shangqi, and then he looked back at Quill, nodded, and said, "Yes, we all have special abilities, but we are not weird."

"After all, we didn't fall into the bushes and scream in the middle of the night." Riley shrugged. Listening to his relaxed tone, Quill looked around and found nothing around.

There were no twisted tentacles or scary mucus. He lowered his head and looked at his abdominal cavity. There was no monster bursting out of his abdomen. Everything was an illusion.

"Nothing, I just fell down. My name is Peter Quill, you can also call me Star-Lord, this is my friend Rocket Raccoon."

Riley blinked and looked at the raccoon who jumped on Quill's shoulder. He was about to correct Quill's wording when he heard the raccoon open his mouth and say to him: "Hello, I'm Rocket Raccoon, take back those impolite words that have already come to your mouth, I'm not his pet."

"Well, okay, sorry." Riley scratched his head, but such an easy acceptance attitude made Rocket Raccoon a little uncomfortable. He deliberately lowered his eyebrows and made a weird expression and said: "Aren't you surprised that I can talk?"

"Well, I also know a friend, and I often go to his house to play games. He is a talking mouse. I think you two may have a lot in common."

"I don't think so."

"Okay, everyone Let's stop talking, Riley, didn't you yell about speedrunning before you came? Let's go in quickly, no matter what we find, pack it up with magic, and then throw it to Nick to worry about. "

Xu Shangqi frowned, he shook his head, feeling a little uncomfortable, Wanda keenly noticed that his mood was a little wrong, so she asked: "What's wrong with you, Xu? Didn't you go to the SHIELD for training some time ago? Or can't control the so-called "qi"? "

"I feel that the flow of qi is becoming chaotic." Xu Shangqi took a deep breath and said: "I have a stomachache, maybe I ate too much at noon, but anyway, I don't feel well, let's finish the investigation quickly and leave quickly. "

Jarvis reached out to support Xu Shangqi, but Xu Shangqi gently pushed him away, indicating that he didn't need help, and at this time, Riley, who was standing in the front, was surprised that Quill wanted to go in to investigate together.

"I'm sorry, I really don't mean to look down on you, but it's obvious that your current mental and physical state may not be suitable..."

Riley hesitated, he looked at Quill, the young man's current state is indeed not very good, it can even be called bad, his face is full of scratches, his face is pale, and his body is covered with traces of dirt, but there is an abnormal excitement in his eyes.

"I'm in good condition, believe me, just like you, I also need some investigation results to report back, I can help."

Riley hesitated for a moment, but thinking of his identity as Spider-Man, he looked back at Wanda, the ability of several people is more than enough to explore a crashed spaceship, and it's okay to bring one more person, even if he is a burden.

So, the group began to look for the entrance around the spire, their small figures shuttled in front of the magnificent building, almost blending into the darkness.

And at the broken top of the spire, a huge full moon was hanging.

"When we are obsessed with the moon, we ignore the inconspicuous stars hidden in the darkness behind this bright star.

Too many abnormalities reminded me to get out as soon as possible, but at that time, I completely ignored them, just like the residues caught in the vortex, sliding uncontrollably towards the unknown dark hole."

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