"No!" Ebony Hou watched as death approached, as if deliberately torturing him. Terchara the Destroyer was not in a hurry. He wanted to teach him an unforgettable lesson. Ebony Hou's psychic abilities were completely useless against the Destroyer. Unless he reached the Professor's level of illusory reality, the Destroyer, created by the ancient gods, was immune to psychic illusions, and was the natural nemesis of psychic abilities. The Three-Inch World
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Huge pieces of concrete whizzed past and smashed into the Destroyer's body, but the impact of hundreds of tons did not even leave a mark on the Destroyer's armor.
The concrete, several times larger than the Destroyer, was smashed into smithereens by his fist, and the flying gravel shot hundreds of meters away like bullets.
A Wakanda man, probably wanting to admire their king's heroism in killing the enemy, quietly poked his head out, but was unfortunately shot in the head by the flying gravel. Red and white, he shattered all over the ground. This scene was witnessed by Terchara.
For a moment, the atmosphere was awkward.
"He'll be resurrected anyway!" Terchara could only comfort himself like this. "A king must be decisive … Now, killing the enemy who destroyed Wakanda is the most important thing. At this time, the necessary sacrifices must be made! My shoulders can bear the responsibility of the Wakanda people, and also bear the consequences of my mistakes. "
"A good king must not only bear the responsibility of his own people, but also bear the consequences of his own mistakes. If a person tries to avoid the consequences of his own actions, then he will never be a king. Child, as a king, what I can tell you is — don't be weak! "
"We can never guarantee that we won't hurt anyone. The decisions we make will definitely hurt some people, but if we hold back because of this, we can't do anything. This is the responsibility of a king. We are merciful, but sometimes you must be firm enough, firm to the point of cruelty! "
Terchara remembered what his father had said to him. His momentary wavering, then instantly became firm again.
Terchara moved. He felt that he was now infinitely powerful. He felt that he could easily destroy his former self with a flick of a finger. This made him a little lost in power. He wanted to vent the anger, fear, and brutality that had been suppressed in his heart. In an instant, the Destroyer used a little strength, breaking through the sound barrier and arriving in front of Ebony Hou.
A huge shockwave shook Wu Mu's throat, causing his body to tumble and fly out.
The Destroyer that carried T 'Challa's soul was completely different from the Destroyer that Thor had dealt with. Not only was it not clumsy or slow, but it also possessed unimaginable speed.
The Destroyer only stretched out a finger and flicked it. The air at the fingertip was rapidly compressed in a very short period of time and shot out. The white trace of the compressed air exploded like a ballistic trajectory, penetrating Ebony Throat's chest. Blood instantly blossomed, and a basketball-sized wound appeared on Ebony Throat's body.
However, the blood that erupted from the wound stopped strangely in the air.
The Destroyer looked back in surprise to see if it was Stellan who had stopped time, only to see Stellan shaking his head in confusion, indicating that it wasn't him.
At this moment, the wound on Wu Mu's throat instantly disappeared.
The Destroyer felt that something was wrong. It seemed that the "cause" he had just attacked had disappeared.
Without "cause," naturally, the result also did not exist.
Everything was interconnected. This was cause and effect, or rather, the basis of the existence of determinism. The Destroyer compressed air with a flick of his finger, and the air compressed and expanded to form an air cannon. The air cannon hit Ebony Throat's chest when he was being bombarded by the shockwave, causing a huge wound. These linear developments all relied on the interconnection of matter.
And just now, this storyline had suddenly broken.
A key connection had disappeared — the compression of air did not cause an effect similar to the air cannon, but the gas molecules were moving irregularly in all directions. And this happened in the past.
It caused a change in the present outcome.
A man in a tuxedo wearing a top hat of the past walked out from behind Ebony Throat. He was wearing clothes that would have fit him well in the last century, but now only a magician would dress like this when he was performing.
T 'Challa knew that everything that had just happened had something to do with this man.
"I am Esteban Corazon de Abreu! I have come under the command of the devil's contract … I want to save this poor noseless man! " The man in the top hat said with a smile. He took off his white gloves and placed them on his hands, looking very polite.
"The devil of Hungary, the Devil Warlock … the Black Devil!" Stellan said with a solemn expression.
Esteban Corazon de Abreu was a descendant of a Spanish noble with a fief in Hungary. He used to be a great Hungarian noble, good friends with Queen Sissi and the founder of Hungary, Count Andrássy. Later, as his life passed, he began to be obsessed with alchemy and tried to create the Elixir of Immortality.
In the end, Esteban Corazon de Abreu reached an agreement with the devil Mephitos and obtained the method to create the Elixir of Immortality and a lot of evil knowledge. In the end, he held many horrifying bloody rituals and became a terrible Devil Warlock.
The Black Devil of the mysterious world of Europe!
Stellan knew that this Devil Warlock was not strange. There were many types of magic. In essence, mages were people who borrowed power. Kamar-Taj and the Trinity of Wilshendi reached an agreement to borrow the power of the dimensions they controlled. The Ancient One stole the power of the Dark Dimension. There were also mages who borrowed the power of demons and used the power of the Well of the Sun and the Well of Eternity. Asgardian mages used the power of Asgard.
Voodoo mages stole the power behind the 'door' they guarded.
Mages were people who collected energy and used spells and talismans to create weapons or spells. This was Kamar-Taj's definition of a mage.
What really troubled Stellan was that the spells this Black Devil obtained from the demons were very powerful. Only the Ancient One could beat him, and the current Stellan was still too far behind — this was a very difficult enemy to deal with.
Although the Destroyer was powerful, it was still just a weapon — mages never feared a powerful weapon.
Powerful weapons were only worth fearing in the hands of powerful people, and Terchala had never been a powerful person. So Stellan was worried that the Devil Warlock would not be afraid of Terchala's power at all.
Because he had no brains!
A line of fire appeared on the horizon … As the line of fire grew closer, the roar of an engine entered everyone's ears. Stellan's expression became even more solemn. The exaggerated and sinister-looking Harley-Davidson motorcycle and the burning skull on the motorcycle all spoke volumes about the identity of the newcomer.
"Ghost Riders!" Stellan's expression was unsightly. "Weren't they all captured?"
As long as the Ghost Riders used their ability to borrow the power of Hell and travel through space, they would be hijacked by the Holy Shield's spatial technology and teleported to a special prison … But what if there were Ghost Riders who had not used their spatial teleportation ability? He could have ridden the motorcycle all the way here. Under normal circumstances, there wouldn't be such a stupid knight.
But Johnny Buzzeret was an exception — he had driven all the way here and almost missed the final battle.
Or rather, he had already missed the first battle, and this was the second battle by accident.
Wearing a leather jacket with steel nails, a burning skull on top of his head, a coil of iron chain hanging from his shoulder, and a vengeful spirit burning in his eyes, Mephithos' contractor, the devil's agent, Ghost Rider — Thunderbolt Fire Johnny. After parking the motorcycle, he got off and walked slowly over.
Not far away, Zheng Shang leaned against the ruins of the wall and watched Stellan.
A black crack appeared in the void, and the power of the Dark Dimension instantly alerted Stellan. Then he saw the worshipper Casillas, who had been swallowed by the Dark Dimension, walk out of the crack with more worshippers of the Dark Dimension. Among them were his subordinates, the Kamar-Taj Mages, and the worshippers of Domym from other planets that had been swallowed by the Dark Dimension.
Appearing with them was the leader of the Five Black Radiance Generals and one of Ebony Throat's most feared people, General Deathblade.
After these people were brought over, the black crack impatiently closed and disappeared, as if afraid of something. Like thieves who had completed their crime, they hurriedly ran away before the cops arrived.
A line of water flowed along the river … Wearing a high-tech battle suit, Namor stepped on the top of the wave, his trident pointed at the wave beneath his feet.
Waterwalker had also come!
This time, all the people who appeared were enemies.
The true strength of the Alliance of Saviors had just been revealed. The alliance of Mephithos, Domym, and Thanos was beginning to show signs.
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