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However, the next second.
The anticipated collision and engulfment did not occur.
Her prepared offensive was in vain. That terrifying monster, capable of annihilating stars and tearing apart time, just moments before it was about to engulf her in its annihilation, miraculously bypassed her with an almost elegant, physics-defying arc!
It was as if a raging torrent encountered a tiny pebble, and the torrent naturally split away, without even a ripple of energy splashing onto her.
"?????"
Sylvie's hands, brimming with power, froze in mid-air.
The magical light dancing at her fingertips flickered erratically as it lost its target, and she didn't know whether she should feel the joy of surviving a disaster or the complex feeling of suddenly realizing that she seemed insignificant.
"????????"
The more Loki thought about it, the more interesting her expression became. She was completely stunned, her mind went blank, and she could only stare blankly as Helios's chaotic, ever-changing body swept past her on either side, the hurricane it created making her golden hair dance wildly and her clothes flutter in the wind. Clearly, she wasn't the target.
The Time Monster didn't even... glance at her!
That terrifying presence, all attention, all "gaze," all greed and desire, were fixed on the child who had already disappeared without a trace.
"Sigh~"
Female Loki also has a super brain, working very fast, especially with the boost of adrenaline, she sorted out her thoughts in almost a few seconds.
Ian Kent!
Only now did Sylvie realize with absolute clarity that—from beginning to end, Elios's target was only Ian! Its relentless, mad pursuit, its destructive attitude, was not for devouring, but for a more primal, bizarre, and chilling purpose!
"Male mother..."
Sylvie recalled Ian's nervous speech before he ran off.
Think about it now.
Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense.
An absurd yet perfectly reasonable explanation, in this situation, struck Sylvie's mind like lightning, making her gasp and her scalp tingle.
This terrifying monster, which has devoured countless timelines and represents ultimate nothingness and the end... it chased itself and that evil Ian for most of the end of time, causing such a commotion, and its ultimate goal... is to burrow into Ian's stomach?! A real tadpole looking for its mother?!
this moment.
Sylvie understood why Ian had run away in such a hurry.
Wave your sleeves.
I'm not taking her with me.
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The gale swirled up dust and energy fragments from the end of time.
The wind ruffled Sylvie's slightly disheveled blond hair. She stood alone, gazing in the direction where Ian and Elios had disappeared, her face filled with immense bewilderment and a profound sense of powerlessness.
What had just happened was so absurd that her brain needed time to reboot. The time monster, Elios, ignored her, who was clearly "nutritious" "food," and like a giant tadpole that had recognized its mother, chased after a madman who was yelling and binding strange legs to himself.
Is this really reality?
Or did Loki orchestrate another extremely malicious illusionary joke for her?
“He was so weak… he certainly wouldn’t have that kind of perverse sense of humor, right?” Sylvie tried to calm herself, calling out to Loki, who sat at the heart of the story and held together the one and only universe, deep within her consciousness. She needed answers, guidance, and confirmation that this wasn’t a nightmare.
However, Sylvie's consciousness sank to the bottom of the sea, without causing a ripple.
That area, which should have been able to sense a faint connection, was now only filled with deathly silence and... an indescribable sense of weakness.
Loki did not respond.
Sylvie's heart sank. This had never happened before. Even as Loki's power dwindled and the burden of maintaining the universe weighed heavily on him, he would always spare a sliver of his will to stay connected with her. This complete silence now meant only one thing.
The other party's condition is deteriorating rapidly.
They may not even have the energy to maintain the most basic communication.
Worry coiled around her heart like cold vines, but a surge of intense anger also welled up within her. It was anger at Ultron and this unexpectedly desperate situation, as well as anger at that inexplicable and seemingly unreliable "key man," Ian Kent.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I'm warning you! If you come any closer, I'll... I'll unleash my brother to bite you! My brother is super fierce!"
In the distance, Ian's somewhat veiled, angry rebuke could still be faintly heard.
A panicked voice echoed through the ruins.
"Could this guy really be some kind of savior?"
"Has Loki been sitting on the throne of time for too long, and his brain has been damaged by those withered veins? With a savior like this, let alone fighting Ultron and restarting the multiverse, it's questionable whether that guy can even survive to this day!" Sylvie expressed deep doubts about Ian's identity and abilities.
She felt her future was bleak and she had no sense of security whatsoever.
Of course, unlike most fairy-like girls and boys, a lack of security wouldn't make Sylvie hysterical. Despite being filled with doubt and distrust, Sylvie took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down—she didn't trust Ian, but she trusted Loki.
Loki must have had his reasons for using his last strength to send himself back to the mortal realm and guide himself to Ian. She had to find a way to save that madman—at least, to figure out why Helios was so "fond" of him, and what his connection was to Galactus.
"If I manage to survive this hard-working life, you should really give me a good retirement package," Sylvie complained to Loki from afar.
Just as Sylvie made up her mind to chase after the direction where Ian had disappeared, a very unstable fluctuation, like shattering glass, suddenly came from the space not far from her!
Om-!
A spatial rift, flashing with orange-red sparks, was forcibly torn open, and chaotic energy spilled out from it.
"who!"
Sylvie's internal alarm bells were ringing!
Due to the aftereffects of her childhood experience with the endless pursuit in TVA, she also suffers from mental illness and paranoia. Her mental state barely meets the entry requirements for the new Justice League. In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through her mind—Did Ultron discover her? Did he send a new Time Guardian?
Or something even more terrifying, a time executor modified by Ultron?
“The opponent is Ultron, so I can’t be too careful… Damn it, I don’t have much power left to use.” Sylvie almost instinctively leaped backward, her figure quickly blending into the shadow of a pile of twisted spaceship wreckage beside her, while magical energy quietly gathered in her hands.
She was prepared to fight to the death.
The atmosphere was very tense.
Sivir stared intently at the distorted space.
Time passed by minute by minute.
She saw figures surging within, and was prepared to face a terrifying enemy. However, what stumbled out of the spatial rift was not the cold creation of Ultron that she had expected.
I saw.
The first to step forward was a sorcerer wearing a blue cloak of levitation, the Eye of Agamotto, and with a somewhat pale face—Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange.
He looked somewhat tired, but his eyes remained sharp as he frowned and examined a metal ring on his hand with an extremely futuristic design that was completely unlike a traditional suspension ring.
Following behind him was a little girl who looked to be only ten years old, carrying a metal "treasure chest" almost half her height. The girl had brown hair, and her eyes were full of curiosity and a composure beyond her years. Sylvie recognized her—Morgan Stark, Tony Stark's daughter.
"Is this okay?"
Doctor Strange stared at the futuristic ring on his hand, his voice filled with disbelief, "This thing can actually be used for interdimensional location jumps?"
"This energy conduction principle completely violates the fundamental laws of magic in Kamar-Taj!" Although he was a proper doctor, he had long since developed a magical mind, so he was still extremely incredulous and shocked by the fact that science could intervene in the application of magic.
Well, it's obvious this guy hasn't seen Tom Holland's Spider-Man. If Piggy Hero can use a high-tech suit, then it's not surprising that the Sorcerer Supreme uses a high-tech ring.
"hey-hey."
Morgan patted the box he was holding, with a "I told you so" look on his face: "Doctor, I already told you, you can find anything in the treasure chest my father left me!"
"It's just an enhanced version of the Sling Ring!" The young heiress seemed to admire her father greatly, and her words made no attempt to hide her unwavering belief in Tony Stark's omnipotence.
"Your father is definitely a dimensional daemon," Doctor Strange said decisively, his tone complex. He didn't know the Tony Stark that Ian and Morgan knew, so it was appropriate for him to feel both wary and admiring that Tony Stark could leave behind such a creation beyond common sense after his death.
This is the standard member of the new Justice League. Because they were persecuted by the first dimensional demon in the universe, they would curse the dimensional demon when they saw things they didn't understand.
The other members all thought his way of cursing was very vulgar.
“Your dad is the dimensional demon! Your whole family are dimensional demons!” Little Morgan knew this wasn’t a nice term, so he used the temper he inherited from Pepper Potts to confront Doctor Strange.
Doctor Strange had no intention of arguing with a child. He looked up, his eyes filled with confusion as he surveyed the endless ruins around him.
"Where is this? It doesn't feel like an inhabited planet or dimension." Doctor Strange traced the space with his fingers, trying to read information about this space.
His weak magic left him with nothing.
At this point, we still have to rely on Stark Technology. Morgan put down the box, quickly opened it, took out an ultra-thin tablet computer, and skillfully connected it to the sci-fi ring on Dr. Qiu's finger. His little fingers flew across the screen as he said, "Let me read the coordinates and historical data."
"Hmm... the loading information says this is... the end of time." Morgan Stark knows more about many cosmic secrets than most superheroes.
When it comes to the person with the most knowledge and understanding of the Marvel Universe, it's not Gwen, but rather the second Stark, whose memories and thoughts have never been altered.
She comes from the old era that Ian knows, and remembers everything from that era.
"The end of time?" Doctor Strange frowned even more. He used a poker face to cover up his ignorance. After all, when he met Morgan Anthony in the zombie universe, Morgan Anthony was the first person to recognize his talent and think he was very knowledgeable. So even though he was confused, he chose to keep quiet.
"How did Thor and the others end up in a place like this?" Doctor Strange no longer hesitated, quickly forming hand seals and beginning to cast spells to locate Thor's presence.
Since embarking on the path of developing his own magic, his magical skill level and the variety of magic he possesses have increased dramatically. Most people are unaware that behind the self-developed label lies the magic hidden in "Ian's Magic Book".
The detection magic was spreading in all directions, and Doctor Strange knew that being able to find useful magic among Ian's spells was certainly a skill in itself.
About thirty seconds later.
Doctor Strange's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Over there! The energy reaction is very weak!" With that, he lifted his cloak and soared into the air, flying rapidly in the direction he had detected.
"Wait for me, Doctor!" Little Morgan called out, pressing her small hand on a reactor-shaped necklace on her chest. Instantly, nanobots flowed over her entire body like water, forming a small but seemingly fully functional gold and red armor—clearly inheriting her father's style.
"Wait for me!" Morgan Stark slung the heavy treasure chest over his shoulder, his foot and hand thrusters emitting flames as he steadily caught up with Doctor Strange.
The two quickly drove away, disappearing behind a huge pile of wreckage.
Only after they had completely disappeared did Sylvie cautiously emerge from the shadows of the ruins, her emerald eyes filled with even greater confusion.
Doctor Strange and Morgan Stark? How did they end up at the end of time? Are they here to see Thor? And what's Thor doing here?
Everything seemed to be different from what she and Loki had anticipated.
One unexpected event after another occurred, and things spiraled completely out of control.
"This is completely unlike what we agreed on!" Ervie tried again to connect with Loki in his mind, calling out anxiously, "Loki, can you hear me? Answer me!"
Although she was in a real hurry, if being in a hurry worked, no one would advise others not to rush. Silence remained. Only the green vein that sustained the unique universe persisted.