The fire is raging, the fire is bright.

In less than a second, the beam of the sun lens penetrated the cursed flesh and blood body, like a golden sword, which penetrated completely from front to back.

The golden flame caused by extreme heat ignited from the center of the evil spirit's flesh and blood. As the flames burned, the whole world's night was illuminated.

It's like golden sunshine.

"Bang"

Under the burning of high temperature, the solar lens system was burned after 5 seconds of turning on, and the energy device buried deep underground was also shut down due to overload, and the dazzling light quickly converged.

The residual temperature also quickly returned to normal.

Under the deformed tower, in the bursting wreckage, Stephen Strange, who was severely burned, had only one last breath left.

His whole body was burned with high burning, like a burned black skeleton, but the power of magic was still protecting him, at least protecting his last thinking.

He saw the golden light, the light bursting in the sky.

He was confused and wanted to raise his hand and touch the light that was close to his eyes, but he couldn't do it.

He could only look at the golden arc of light shining in front of him with a kind of comforting gaze.

He also seemed to have transformed into light and illuminated this dark world.

In front of Strange's eyes, on the burning and cracked earth, Modu, who sacrificed himself to the flames at the last moment, was lying weakly not far from the wild mage.

There was power from Domaum in his body. In the roasting of strong energy, Modu suffered more torture and more pain.

But the scorching sun fire also drove Dormam's consciousness to dissipate from Modu's body, regaining his mind.

He looked at the dying Strange with a shameful look.

He said in a difficult tone:

"Wild Master, you won..."

Strange was unable to answer.

His consciousness entered the blur of flashbacks. When he was about to leave the battlefield, he turned his head hard and looked at the old man lying on the stone covered with corpses.

The latter was looking at the golden flames burning in the sky with a blank expression.

The light shone in the forest, on the old man's ugly face covered with black horny skin, on his military uniform, on the stinky blood, on those cleanly wiped medals.

How long has it been since he and this world seen such a light?

Too long.

It's been too long, so long that they have forgotten the feeling of being shining by the light.

Is this feeling warm?

The old man shining with a faint light turned around with some sense. He saw Strange wrapped in white light, and also saw the last smile on the latter's severely burned, ugly and ferocious face.

He did it.

That foreigner fulfilled his promise and helped the world...

"ah!"

The old man watched Strange disappear in the white light. He lost his left arm and felt anger burning his mind. He got up with difficulty, grabbed a black pistol with one hand from the ground, and staggered towards Modu.

He pointed the pistol at Modu and was about to pull the trigger.

But the next moment, Modu stood up.

The battle mage ignored the muzzle against his forehead, and looked at the east sky, where the burning light was rushing towards the western continent.

It's like a falling sun.

That evil spirit...

It will control the body that is about to be destroyed and die with this continent.

"Do me a favor."

Modu shook his fingers, opened a golden portal beside him, and said to the old man holding a gun:

"Go to your shelter and tell the heroes who protect the shelter..."

"The collapse of flesh and blood is not the end for the evil spirit. If you want to completely kill the crazy evil spirit and truly save the world, you have to annihilate its spirit body."

As he spoke, Modu made up his burned robe. He took a deep breath and began to swell up the dark magic that remained in his body, belonging to Domaum.

It was like a pair of black wings spreading behind him.

He looked back at the old man at the last moment and said:

"Give me a chance..."

"Let me... atone for sins!"

After saying that, he rushed into the sky like a black sword.

Modu squeezed his inner mind and gathered the magic power in his body in a collapsed way. His magic power, the magic power left by Domaum in his body, and all the power that can be mobilized, were gathered mercilessly.

Modu's eyes turned dark black again.

But this time, the light in his eyes no longer hesitated.

He hit the falling, burning flesh and blood. In the sky, the black energy pulled out a straight line. The flesh and blood collapsed due to the out-of-control magic power, and the terrifying pain washed Modu's heart.

He looked at the hideous burning flesh and blood, and he met in a suicide way.

He did not opt ​​out.

He had no idea of ​​leaving the battlefield alive.

"I'm sorry, I've let you down, brothers, mentors..."

"I'll atone for my sins..."

He closed his eyes and said softly.

The next moment, the black light collided with the golden burning flesh and blood, like a nuclear bomb detonating in the sky.

The evil spirits drove the flesh and blood to try to hit the Western Continent, and the malicious intention of destroying the continent was completely shattered in the explosion.

In this final heavy blow, its body completely collapsed, and the golden flames hit the turbid sea below like rain.

On the top of the mountain, under the silent gaze of the one-armed old man...
Chapter completed!