Marvel, who rescued him? !

Chapter 269 Follow-up

As Dormammu's head rolled, he transformed into the dead Casillas again.

Taylor raised his hand and waved, blood-red flames flew out from Taylor's pale palm, and Casillas's body began to slowly burn in front of his eyes.

Sighing softly, Taylor's eyes dimmed.

Yes, using the Black Death Sword is certainly not free.

The gift of fate has already been marked with a secret price.

And often the more powerful the power, the more painful the price and sacrifice must be paid to obtain it. Using the Black Death Sword made Taylor lose more.

Looking at the Black Death Sword in his hand, Taylor suppressed the grief in his heart and did not let tears fall from his eyes.

Taylor had no choice. In order to use the Black Death Sword, he could only reluctantly sacrifice his head of black and shiny hair, letting them disappear without a trace again.

Why! How sad! The price is too high!

It seems that if you want to become a strong man, you must first cut off your head of black hair.

If you want to become the richest man in the world, buying hair restorer is definitely the best choice.

Speaking of hair restorers…

Although Taylor's face was expressionless, in his mind, Thanos with wavy purple hair, Ancient One with long black blond hair, Deadpool with a middle-parted traitor's hair, and Saitama with an afro, everyone was dancing. Swan Lake floated before his eyes.

Ahem~ Put these images out of your mind.

He lowered himself and inserted the Black Death Sword back into the ground, watching silently as he sank to the ground.

The Black Death Sword is really useful, but it's a bit too useless.

shhhhh--

There was a crisp sonic boom in the sky, and nearly a hundred Iron Man fell from the sky and landed around Taylor.

The most classic-looking Iron Man in gold and red colors took a step forward. His eyes swept over Casillas' body on the ground. He hesitated slightly, and Stark's voice came out of the steel suit and explained to Taylor:

"Sorry~ Taylor, this was definitely not my intention. I never meant to do this or hurt you. I just wanted to talk to you..."

Raising his hand to cover his steel forehead, Stark's somewhat puzzled voice sounded:

"I think I might have been bewitched by his magic...I'm really not looking for a reason, I just think that I..."

"No need to explain..." Taylor looked at Stark and said:

"I trust you……"

hmmmmmm…

Stark was completely stunned. I don’t even believe in myself. You believe in me...

The emotion in my heart could not be expressed in words. After pondering for a moment, the steel suit popped open the visor, revealing Stark's face.

Yes, Stark sent more than just steel suits, he still chose to come in person.

"Although you believe me, I still have to tell you, Taylor...I want to take you back, and..."

Stark looked past the bald Taylor and towards Taylor's home, which had been turned into ruins.

He had only been here twice, but every time he came, it felt like Taylor's home would look like this.

At the top of the ruins, Taylor stood there with a smile on his face and a thumbs up sign intact. Stark said with some embarrassment:

"Anyway... don't worry, I will help you rebuild your home..."

Go back with Stark? Taylor didn't answer.

Casillas burned out and the flame slowly extinguished. Looking at the rectangular object in the ashes, Taylor frowned and stretched out his hand to take a breath.

A book was taken into his hands.

The cover of the book in his hand looks like a twisted dead branch or sun-dried skin, with the warmth of the human body and a strange natural feeling.

The cover squirmed like a living thing, finally condensing into four simplified Chinese characters - The Book of Darkness.

open me...

Open me quickly...

I have everything you want here...

There was a murmur in his ears, tempting Taylor wildly.

Everything I want?

Then when Deadpool opens it, wouldn't it be an erotic picture?

Wouldn't it be a unified position if Einstein opened it?

Wouldn't it be Loli Island if Hawking opened it?

"Boring~" Taylor curled his lips, flipped his wrist, and the Dark Book disappeared in his palm.

"What is this?" Stark, standing not far away, asked curiously.

Before Taylor could answer, magic fluctuated around him, and golden portals opened and appeared around Taylor.

After Dormammu was killed by Taylor, the Supreme Mage King, who now protects the earth, finally led the mage team over.

After passing through the portal, they stood ready in mage robes, forming a group to gather a magic shield. The moment they saw Taylor.

Old Wang with a dark face said angrily:

"I knew it was you, you intruder from another dimension!"

Before the king could rush up to judge Taylor, the magic instrument in his hand lit up and pointed at Casillas lying on the ground.

Lao Wang blinked. Taylor's body did not exude any aura of black magic. Even the sunlight reflected on his head was so kind and so dazzling.

He looked at Taylor who was expressionless, then at the ashes on the ground, then looked at Taylor again, and then at the ashes, several times in a row.

Lao Wang coughed twice, removed the magic shield, laughed and walked to Taylor's side, stretched out his palm and patted Taylor's shoulder heavily and said:

"I knew it was you. It was you who drove away Dormammu and protected the earth. You are really a powerful mage."

After glancing at Taylor's hand without the ring, Lao Wang rolled his eyes and said:

"By the way, boy, are you interested in protecting the world? After the last Supreme Mage ran away from home, we were attacked by the traitor Casillas again. Now the mage world is getting even more bleak, and the qualifications of the mages are also uneven. together."

Looking into Taylor's eyes, Lao Wang said seriously:

"As long as you are willing, I will abdicate and make way for you. You will be the Supreme Mage from now on. Of course, it's not that I can't trust you, but there should be an inspection system. Several mages and I will become your advisors. What do you think?"

"Wait~" Stark, who flew over, frowned and said:

"We'll talk about the magic world later. It's definitely my fault for bringing Casillas, but Taylor... you massacred the Inhumans...

Those aliens also have families, friends, and lovers, and they have even always been members of the human race...

Maybe I should have come to you earlier, because I believed what the other Taylor said. I always thought you were the kind Taylor, but suddenly one day, you killed all the aliens without distinction...

Even young children were not spared. The vast majority of those aliens did not do anything wrong, nor did they want to be harmful to humans. They even wanted to use their abilities to help us...

But you do not care whether you are good or evil, whether you are male or female, whether you are old or young. "

Looking into Taylor's eyes seriously, Stark said:

“They look exactly like us, live under the same sky as us, have been around us since childhood, and received the same education as us.

But one day, they woke up and had different genes. You can kill them today because of their genes, but tomorrow others can call us freaks and kill us with confidence? "