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Chapter 173 Let’s kick off

There was endless provocation in his words, and behind him, there were not only an endless army of demons, but also several blood-red eyes hidden in the darkness. They flashed with coldness and greed, as if they could see into the deepest part of people's hearts, and they were staring hungrily at this planet that was about to become a hunting ground.

Faced with this desperate situation, Lu Yifang took a deep breath, took out a seemingly ordinary mobile phone from his arms, and tapped his fingertips, as if calling for a turning point in fate. Doctor Strange? It seems that it is time to put our friendship to the test. The earth is facing an unprecedented threat...

On the other end of the phone, Doctor Strange's voice was filled with a hint of subtle tension and determination. "I knew you would be there. Don't worry, I'm on my way, but the reality is a bit tricky - the chaos of the nine realms makes teleportation more random than a lottery. I'm on a plane heading towards you, I hope we can catch up with the prelude to this feast."

Airplane? Come on, can't you be cooler? Lu Yifang smiled bitterly, but his eyes were shining with an unyielding light.

Believe me, I want to, too. But in this period of chaotic universe, even the most powerful wizard has to follow its rules. There was a hint of helplessness and determination in the strange voice.

Seeing this, Locke smiled even more wantonly. It seems that your reinforcements are not very strong. My legion has been thirsty and waiting for this moment for a long time. Then, let my loyal warriors kick off this feast!

Before he finished speaking, boom! With a deafening roar, the depths of hell seemed to be awakened, and more demons poured out like a tide. They roared and roared, and rushed towards Lu Yifang and his group. A contest that transcended life and death began. On the lead-gray sky, an unprecedented spectacle quietly took place. Unlike the prelude of an ordinary storm, the thick clouds in the sky seemed to be roughly kneaded by invisible hands, until a dazzling light like thunder and lightning broke through their strict defenses. This light, not only did not bring the slightest warmth, but was wrapped in extremely gorgeous colors, interweaving into a vortex-shaped energy beam, rushing straight into the sky, instantly swallowing up the surrounding darkness.

In this bizarre scene, a male voice filled with endless anxiety and resentment penetrated all the noise of the light and resounded through the sky: "Heimdall, how can your navigation as a guardian be so unreliable? How did this Rainbow Bridge deviate from the established course? What I want is the path to Jane's heart, not a random corner of this vast universe!"

In his imagination, this man is wearing a dazzling armor, his long hair dancing in the wind, and his eyes are full of the flame of deep longing for his lover. He is the most heroic warrior in the Nine Realms, but because of a mortal love, he is willing to cross the sea of ​​stars just to reunite with his sweetheart Jane. However, this sudden transmission deviation, like a naughty trick of fate, makes him lose his way in the endless universe.

Heimdall, the silent but perceptive guardian of Asgard, might be standing at the other end of the magnificent Rainbow Bridge, frowning, stroking the gemstone on his forehead with his fingers, trying to adjust the complex spatial coordinates, muttering in his heart: "I made a mistake, I must make up for this misplaced journey."