Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1177 Who is he (second more)
Stephen Strange looked at everything in front of him without comprehension, and the fast-moving and bizarre scenes made him want to vomit.His body kept falling apart and coming back together again, the first time or two amazed him, but the hundreds of times that followed left him numb. "Do you think you know the laws of how the world works?" He heard the voice of the supreme mage, "Do you think the material world is everything? Then how do you define reality? What are the mysteries beyond your cognition? The so-called 'existence', Its root is the combination of spirit and matter, the reality shaped by thought. You understand the world through vision, smell, taste, hearing and touch, but science proves that there are spectrum and electromagnetic waves in this world that cannot be seen by the naked eye, and exist in the human ear. Infrasound and ultrasound that cannot be heard clearly, so how can you be sure that there is no truth you know outside of the dogma of empiricism?"

"I...I don't know." Stephen Strange barely opened his mouth, but his voice echoed and distorted repeatedly in the ever-elongating dimension, and finally turned into an indescribable whisper.He was surrounded by light, and every scene that caught his eyes made him have the urge to plunge into it.He felt that he was naked and exposed to the wave of terrifying energy, from which phantom creatures stretched out deformed limbs, and malicious laughter rang frequently in his ears.This wasn't what was happening now, nor was it past or future, this place was beyond time, where all the horrors he could have imagined had become reality.

"This universe is just one of countless universes. There is no end to the world. Some worlds are kind, beautiful, and full of vitality, while others are full of malice and evil desires. In dark places, there are forces far older than time lurking. Greed Everything, waiting for an opportunity. Who are you in this multiverse, Mr. Strange?"

Sherlock Holmes watched in astonishment as Stephen Strange suddenly disappeared from the real world, and then fell off the roof of the Zen house. If it wasn't for Mordo who quickly pushed him, this man who looked very similar to him would definitely will hit him on the head.Sherlock Holmes gasped. "His head hit the table...is he still alive?"

"Have you seen these in the gift shop before?" the Supreme Master's voice was gentle.Stephen Strange slowly got up, knelt on the ground, trembling all over.The pain of hitting his head on the table was completely overwhelmed by what he saw, and what he saw far surpassed the pain of the body.He believed it, he saw it, Mo Du was right, he had to forget everything he thought he knew. "Teach me." His voice trembled with his body, "I want to learn."

The Sorcerer Supreme stared at him, then said softly, "No."

Immediately, Mordo grabbed Stephen Strange by the back collar, dragged him to the door with strength far beyond ordinary people, and threw him into the street.Immediately after the door was closed, Stephen Strange got up and rushed to the wooden board and knocked desperately. Even though the pain on his palm pierced through his heart, he still smashed the fragile looking door with his crippled hand regardless. Unbearable hollow wooden door. "No! No, don't do that! Open the door, please!" Stephen Strange watched in surprise as the wooden door opened a gap, and just as he smiled, a red winter jacket was thrown on his face.This was his clothes, which had been taken off by the servants in the room before, and the heavy dusty smell hit his sense of smell forcefully again.When he grabbed his clothes, the door was closed again. No matter how much he begged, yelled, and cursed, there was no response.

"You think I shouldn't throw him out?" asked the Supreme Sorcerer.

Mordo shook his head, "Sherlock Holmes is as stubborn as Stephen Strange."

"Sherlock Holmes is keen to delve into everything in front of him. He has seen himself in different times and witnessed the evil beyond the material world. He is smart and knows when to stop. The statue erected in the square by Salomon A few sculptures are a warning to him." The Supreme Mage slowly took a sip of the sweet tea. "Stephen Strange has almost the same talent, but he is stubborn, pretentious, ambitious, and highly utilitarian... exactly the same as Cascilios in the past."

"Casilios is living happily now." Modu said, "I heard that he found a girlfriend."

"Yes, Salomon led him to another path. But Stephen Strange didn't have such luck. He needs setback education, and disabled hands are just one of them." In front of the Venerable, there was a The instrument, the instrument projects the burning earth and different layers of reality in an imagery way. "The Shurangama Sutra says: All sentient beings create karma with their six consciousnesses, and all evil retribution comes from their six sense organs. If Stephen Strange wants to step into this door, he must restrain his mind and mind, cut off the friendship with the six sides, and get rid of the world of mortals."

"This is too strict, my lord." Modu frowned, "Except for you, not many of us can do it. I didn't do it, Casilios didn't do it, even your favorite Salo Neither did Mon. Especially Salomon, who is very happy in his life now, and he chose to be in the world instead of out, and I think it's because he didn't think it was a necessary option."

"Oh, do you think Salomon didn't have one?" Seeing Modu's puzzled face, the Supreme Mage didn't explain too much. "Someone has to bear this pain of wanting nothing, just like an empty container filled with my ideals, honor and unscrupulous means. This is pain that you have never experienced. Don't bother him, and don't There's too much sympathy for Stephen Strange, he needs frustration."

"So when can we let him in?" Modu asked.

"Let our new apprentice decide." The Supreme Mage snapped his fingers, and Sherlock Holmes, who had finished his work and planned to sit down to study, was summoned. "Turn on your phone timer and set a time at will. When the countdown ends, you remind Mordo that it's time to bring Stephen Strange back."

"Let me decide?" Sherlock Holmes was puzzled.Although what happened today caused him to have emotional fluctuations, there were not no people with similar looks in the world, and the appearance of Stephen Strange did not represent any special event.What happened in Karma Taj brought him far more novelty than today's episode. "If you allow him to learn, why keep him out? Is there any point in doing so?" In the eyes of Sherlock Holmes, many of Kama Taj's mystics are ignorant of the outside world, especially It is those young mystics who grew up in Karma Taj who don't know the sinister hearts of the outside world.So he reminded, "I don't think this kind of behavior can make that person grateful for it. On the contrary, it may even intensify his inner conflict. I have seen many such things, and many people will blame their misfortune on Someone who hasn't helped in the past, and shutting him out is likely to divert resentment from him."

"This suggestion is very meaningful, but don't question His Holiness' decision." Modu suddenly changed his attitude, "Set the timer, and then bring over the book you are going to study today, and I will tutor you in learning ancient Latin magic books .”

Sherlock Holmes shrugged.

"Don't lock me out." Stephen Strange pleaded weakly, sitting on the steps.He said it over and over again, but no one paid any attention to him, even the locals who happened to pass by here did not cast a glance at the scruffy foreigner. "I have nowhere to go." Until the afterglow was completely swallowed by the shadow of the mountains, the cold spread on the street, and the little heat brought by the sweet tea was exhausted, Stephen Strange still couldn't wait for a response.Just when he fell into despair, the supporting force suddenly disappeared behind him and made him roll in.He turned his back to the sky, and at the first sight he saw Modu with a serious expression, and a person who looked similar to him holding a mobile phone.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me." Mordo interrupted what Stephen Strange wanted to say, "You still need to pass the test."

"I just have one question." Stephen Strange got up.He gasped, licked his dry lips, and pointed at Sherlock Holmes, "Who is he?"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)