Marvel With Zanpakutou Chapter 733: The Dragonslayer Will Eventualy Become The Drag

"Let it rot."

Lod’s light voice echoed in the large room.

The black fog that was filled with ominous and deathly silence slowly flowed, pulling everything that touched into the abyss of decay. hollow seed to have been dissolved and shattered. The vibrant earth gradually disappeared, and the air was taken away by the invisible hand.

The invisible things in the dark shadows dissipated in the cries of despair.

The two palace maids standing behind Lod felt a cold and ruthless aura of death coming from the ominous black fog.

All things had an end, and that was death.

And the aning of the black fog was that it accelerated the process of their death towards ’aging’. With the ruthlessness and coldness of the law, it took away everything in the area!

This was... death!

NO.2 Ten Blades, Skeleton Emperor, Baraggan Louisenbairn.

The supre ruler of the circle of hollow controlled the 10 blades of the power of death.

Nothing in the world could resist the ’aging’ brought by the flow of ti, while Baraggan had the ability to make people fear him. He could even take hundreds or even thousands of years of life with a gentle breath.

From the many aspects of the original work, it could be seen how terrible the ability of the aging was.

Even rather than saying that it was the power to make all things in the world age, it was better to say that it was an ability to control ti and speed up the flow of ti, so it seed that it was more appropriate and more detailed.

There were not many people who dared to face the Queen-bee Thunder Whip throughout death god’s entire page, right?

If not for the last carelessness, the original deputy Kido had the space forbidden technique of Ushoda Hachigen, sending the arm that was wrapped in the aura of death into the body, and being devoured by his own aging power to death, with this BUG level ability, it was enough to sweep over more than half of the captains.

In fact, from the way of death that each of the ten blades symbolized, everyone’s strength could be perceived.

Sacrifice is greater than nothing.

Despair was greater than destruction.

Intoxication was greater than madness.

Greed was greater than anger.

Aging,

It was the aning of death that stood above all thods of death, stronger, greater, and unsolvable.

Since the birth of all things in the world, everything had its end and end, and that was death. It could also be called aging, or ti.

The aging represented by Baraggan was the death at the end of all things, the ti that was irresistible.

The only death that was more terrifying than aging was loneliness.

Perhaps this was what the poet wanted to tell everyone.

However, at this point, loneliness and aging were even more terrifying. To him, it was aningless.

It was almost like the power of other age-level powers. In just a few breaths of ti, it had taken away everything in the space.

The shadow that he had encountered in front of the Bloody factory was ultimately just a creature with strange power. Naturally, it could not resist the passage of ti and turned into a pile of rotten ashes in an instant.

The man who had lost the shadow finally revealed his pale face.

The man could be said to be quite handso. His angular face was very typical of a gentleman. His pair of light blue eyes were deep and charming. The hair on both sides of his temples was dyed a little white, but it added a mature aura to him.

"We finally et."

Lord stared at the man’s face, and couldn’t help sighing with emotion: "Although I guessed a little bit beforehand, I was a little shocked when I actually saw you, should I call you Doctor Strange? Or shall I call you Stephen Strange?"

This gentleman man with a British style is actually the famous Doctor Strange in the Marvel Universe - Stephen Strange!

Stephen Strange was one of the most powerful wizards in Marvel World.

He was originally an excellent neurosurgeon. With his superb dical skills, he was regarded as a gift from God. However, it was a pity that in a car accident, his broken hands, which he relied on to survive, completely broke off his career as a doctor.

Later, after trying all thods but unable to heal his hands, Strange turned his goal to taphysics.

Knowing about Kama Taj by chance, Strange worshiped under the ancient one mage, began to formally enter the field of spells and magic, and inherited the supre mage after the ancient one died, protecting the earth from the magic dinsion invasion.

Strange’s more famous achievent was relying on the infinite loop of ti to repel the master of the dark dinsion, Dormammu.

The words ’Dormammu, let negotiate with you’ had probably turned into a pain that the ruler did not want to recall. After all, the ruler of the dark dinsion beyond ti had never been so annoyed by a human before.

"Addression is not important."

Stephen Strange’s eyes were indifferent. There was no emotion in them at all. He was as cold and hard as a stone. He stared at the man in front of him and said word by word, "The important thing is that today, you will be destroyed with Asgarda."

"Do you mind having a chat with before we start?"

Lod looked at Doctor Strange with great interest, and asked curiously: "The person who established the bloody factory in Newcastle more than a hundred years ago and taught Wilbur Whateley black magic should be you?"

"Unfortunately, he failed and wasted my ti."

There was undisguised hatred and resentnt in Stephen Strange’s eyes. "If not for that girl who stopped at that ti, my God Advent Ceremony would not have failed. And you would have died there."

"She is my daughter."

Lod was silent for a mont. She lowered her eyelids and trembled. Her voice was a little hoarse. "You shouldn’t be soone from this ti and space, but you tried so hard to kill . Can you tell the reason?"

"You must die!"

Rage rose in Stephen Strange’s eyes. He held the golden pocket watch tightly with a boundless hatred that could not devour his flesh and blood. He said coldly, "Your existence is a mistake, and I must correct it!"

"Hehe, I more or less understand."

Lod slowly let out a breath. He looked at him and said lightly, "In the future space-ti you are in, there should be soone called Lod Carl. Because of his existence, you wanted to kill , right?"

"He... No, it was you. You destroyed my world with one hand and killed anyone who dared to resist you."

There was a sadness that could not be erased in Stephen Stefan’s eyes. He looked at the book. It was a painful look that only people who had lost everything would have. "They... they all died under your hands. I was the only one who escaped. So the aning of my existence is to kill you!"

The golden pocket watch opened. Inside was a picture of a young woman.

Although this was the first ti Lod had seen her, he already knew her na. She was the assistant, lover, and wife of Dr. Stephen Stefan. Christine Parr.

"Die, Spirit King!"

Stephen Strange’s eyes were blood red. Hatred and anger intertwined in his chest as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "For the living beings of the universe who died under your hands, as well as those heroes who fought against you and died, and my wife Christine Parr, please atone for your sins!"

"..."

Lod sighed deeply in his heart. What was going on?

The sins he had committed in the future had been borne by him in the end, and he could not even choose the wrong person.