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"This is a space-time transmission device I made using Pym particles. It can only transmit one side to the other within a certain range."

Tony handed over two small and exquisite clock-like things to everyone and emphasized seriously.

"Note that the blue one is the transmitter, while the red one is the one-time annihilation device of Pym particles. It is activated three seconds after pressing the switch on the dial. The coverage range is ten meters in radius. If you are not sure, don't do it. Use this thing!"

After distributing all the 'equipment', the brave men unexpectedly embarked on the road to attack the Demon King's City.

Eric had a panoramic view of all this in the throne room, and the strange face that gradually collapsed under the transformation revealed a perverted joy.

The Mad King will meet his end here, the end determined by God.

The future that he glimpses in his nightmares every night belongs to his end day.

Let all this be realized, let his life come to its final end.

…

Magic and wonder are never free.

Wanda always remembers the teachings given to her by her 'teacher' whom she only met once.

Wanda could not forget the face of the man who saved her life from Wakanda's killing machine and taught her how to learn the magic in the 'Book of Fear'.

She desperately wanted to know what this sentence meant, and she felt that she must figure out the answer to this question.

Otherwise, sooner or later, she would have to pay a thousandfold price for this.

The passage leading to the throne room was a huge suspended stone platform. Wanda, who cast several protective spells on herself, walked up and looked down at the patterns on the stone steps, her eyes slightly lost in thought.

These patterns seem to be describing a story, a burning demon army, burning the world with madness and death.

Rumble~~~

The suspended stone platform stretched into the sky with Wanda in the trembling roar, and the darkness extending upward seemed endless and fleeting.

Pietro was right, this was really like a video game, Wanda thought to herself.

The rumbling stone platform reached the top, which was an empty and endless hall. At the end of the hall, there was a bronze door, emitting the aura of the fire element.

They separated the team just like in the RPG game, and just like in the RPG game, everyone faced their own opponents.

"It's you?"

Wanda looked at the figure waiting in front of the gate in astonishment. Even though her memory was a little blurry and he was wearing a black hood, she still recognized the man's identity at a glance.

The 'teacher' who had only met her once.

"I didn't expect our second meeting to be so soon."

Casillas looked at Wanda calmly and said softly

"But we don't have any need to reminisce about the past. I'm here naturally to stop you from moving forward. We don't need to fight. You just have to wait here for a few hours. Of course... you can also try to get past me."

"What did you mean by what you said before?"

Wanda stared at Casillas, neither rushing to take action nor really standing by, but asked the question she was most concerned about.

"What I said...oh." Casillas was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of realization and laughed dumbly.

"What's the point of saying it now? Miss Maximov, you are already deep in the quagmire of magic."

"Give me an explanation!"

"Okay, okay." Casillas smiled and waved his hand, but there was a joking flavor in his smile that could not be concealed.

"Magic and miracles are not free, especially in this world. Because humans do not have the foundation to use magic, so in order to obtain magic, we need to borrow power from other beings."

Casillas made several gestures in succession, and the ether floating in the air instantly formed many illusions.

The majestic three-sided shadow is Emperor Weishan, the one roaring in the countless dark nebulae is Dormammu, the one laughing wildly in the hell filled with sulfur and souls is Mephisto, and the one wandering in the scarlet sea is Cyto Rak, the one who whispers in the endless death is Sithorn, the serpent who rises and falls in death and destruction is Set...

"These are the sources of power for our mystics." Casillas said lightly.

"We make deals with these dimensional demons and sign contracts with them in exchange for power. We pay and they give. This is the relationship between price and gain - miracles are never free."

"And you, Ms. Maximov, your talents and talents are almost unique even in the history of mankind! But this is not a good thing for you..."

Wanda looked at the phantoms of Sithorne, Mephisto and Cytorak. Even though she had never really seen them before, she felt an extremely heavy sense of familiarity in these phantoms!

As if they sensed Wanda's prying eyes, the three illusions all showed ferocious smiles to Wanda.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Wanda let out a scream of fear. The fear originating from the depths of her soul made her unable to control herself. After screaming, she looked at Casillas and screamed

"The price...what price do I have to pay?!"

"You are a valuable and precious treasure." Casillas said lightly.

"So those three powerful but evil dimension demons are willing to provide you with 'credit' services, but you will definitely have to repay the debt one day. Either you take the initiative to repay the debt, or they come to collect the debt."

"Actually, you should be grateful to the person who placed the Book of Fear in your home. Without Mephisto's intervention, Cytorak and Sithorne would have probably begun to discuss how to swallow you with your bones."

Wanda's eyes were filled with fear. What Casillas said was not false, and her own hunch told her that it was 80% true.

Unbridled squandering in ignorance does not belong to one's own strength, and now, it is time to repay the debt.

"The choice to repay the debt is not just you, but also your brother and everything about you. The Dimension Demon is unreasonable when collecting debts. You must pay back double the amount you owe!"

Casillas laughed maliciously, and he slowly took off his hood, revealing his face underneath.

The hair on the entire head has been picked clean, and the smooth head is covered with pale green evil patterns!

His eyes were surging with the light of evil energy like a whirlpool. Casillas was churning with powerful evil energy. He had never felt as powerful as he does now!

"I can already see the wildfire that will burn the stars is coming to this world!"

Casillas's hands were rolling with liquid magic fire, and his whole body seemed to be transforming into a demon!

"If you choose to fight, let's start! If you choose to armistice, then wait!"

"My destiny in this world is about to come to an end!"

112.Traditional Demon King Mode

What enemy does Iron Man Tony Stark face?

Eric thought of many arrangements, including malicious ones, such as robots that looked like his parents, modified Winter Soldiers, or simply digging up Ethan's body.

But eventually, those ideas were scrapped.

This senseless malice is not a clever and interesting arrangement.

Attacking Tony with such boring things would not cause any psychological trauma other than irritating him. Stark is a determined man, and such a blow is simply not enough to break him.

The only arrangement Eric made for Tony was not even an enemy.

He just let Tony see what he saw.

When Tony, who was well prepared, arrived at the lobby along the elevator, he was greeted by a round intelligent robot.

"Wow, so I'm dealing with protoss?"

Tony raised his eyebrows and looked at the machine that looked like a certain detective, but he had no intention of letting down his guard.

"Identity check complete, Tony Stark, welcome to the Archives."

The intelligent robot scanned Tony up and down, and then said in a smart voice

The dim hall lights suddenly turned on, and it was only then that Tony realized that this was not a hall, but as the intelligent robot said, this was an archive.

The space that is hundreds of meters high is filled with countless silver-white memories, each with countless encrypted protections. On a huge platform in front is a holographic projection of the earth, and below is a disk-like operator. things like that.

At the end of the road is a door with thick earth-yellow magic lines.

Tony flew over without saying a word, but no matter what attacks he launched, or even the annihilation weapons made by Pym particles, he could not open the door at all.

"This is a door sealed with twenty-four digits interspersed in layers."

The intelligent robot flew over leisurely, looked at Tony and said softly

"Even if you activate the nano-reconstruction weapon or the nano-worm eating device carried in your armor, it will not work. This door is firmly protected in another dimension transferred by the phase device."

"But don't worry, the door will open automatically after three hours."

After hearing this, Tony invaded the door without believing it, but five seconds later, he screamed and retreated.

This chubby robot was right. The crazy encryption of this thing was beyond the reach of Jarvis.

It was an encryption lock formed by overlapping calculations and chaos algorithms using an AI of more than five digits. To be honest, instead of thinking about how this thing was built, Tony was more curious about how the guy who built this thing planned to open it!

"Please follow me to read the information in the archives." the intelligent robot said politely

"Why do you want to show me the message? Who ordered you?"

"Mr. Eric Stevens, who has the highest authority in this system, is qualified to instruct anyone to read the information in Wakanda's top secret archives."

Tony touched his dizzy head. From the beginning, he didn't think T'Challa was telling the truth, and he didn't even think Eric knew anything about their invasion.

This is not an RPG game. The protagonist has almost demolished Castlevania and Dracula can still drink red wine there leisurely.

"Okay, what do you want to show me?"

"The goals of this reading are three major projects, the origin of the earth, the mystery of the universe, and the changing future." The intelligent robot said politely

"Then please follow me to terminal G135, where we will tell you the origin story of the earth from its birth to the present."

…

What kind of thing has the ability to stop Steve, a native of the country who is as indestructible and incorruptible as an alloy plate?

In fact, Eric himself couldn't give an answer.

He could not fathom what a martyr with a spirit as strong as iron and who devoted himself whole-heartedly to the cause of building a country had anything to fear. Even the disillusionment of his ideals is just an opportunity for him to start over.

Therefore, he can only start from the direction of Captain America Steve.

When Steve came to the door, what appeared in front of him was not a terrifying monster, but a dance party.

Under the orange light, the tavern is filled with the aroma of malt beer. The men are wearing military uniforms and the women are wearing long skirts. Under the tones of the saxophone, joy is integrated into the dance steps.

Steve didn't speak. His resolute and cold eyes glanced around and saw the person he was waiting for in front of the bar.

So Steve walked over and sat down.

"You're late, Steve."

The old Carter raised his head, looked at his ageless lover, and said slightly angrily

"Yeah, I'm late, sorry Paige."

Steve lowered his eyes and said softly

Here is perhaps the only softness left in his hard heart, a dance that is seventy years late.

He owed Carter a dance, a date he was seventy years late for. Maybe he should have missed it originally, but due to SHIELD's 'efforts', missing it turned into being late.

But this is the cruelest thing.

Nick Fury only thought about arranging a qualified leader for his Avengers, but never thought about the consequences of bringing a ghost who had been dormant for seventy years from the end of time back to the present.

Seeing everything that was once familiar become part of a yellowed photo, the lover of the soul is getting old, and a date is seventy years late.

This was the cruelest torture for Steve.

It is better not to meet than not to meet, and it is better to miss it than to be late. An agreement that cannot be fulfilled while alive is more cruel than an agreement that cannot be fulfilled while dead.

"You still owe me a dance." Carter said softly

"Yes, I still owe you a dance." Steve replied softly

He knew that the Carter in front of him was just a dream, and even the tavern was the same. No matter how similar everything here was, it was just a lie outside of reality.

But he still stayed here...or rather, he had to stay here.

Although Steve, a native of the motherland, is the complete opposite of Captain America, in any case, his personality and will are based on Steve Rogers.

He couldn't truly escape Steve's soul.

He held Carter's hand and danced gracefully under the orange light and the sound of saxophone music.

Even though the person on his hands was already old, Steve still gently and carefully held her body and danced step by step in the sound of music.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

This rotating dance seems to have no end, just like the sound of the saxophone that keeps looping with no end in sight.

Everything melted into this dance that was seventy years late.