"I'm here to negotiate terms."

Strange flew into the air in a wheelchair and said to Setorac with a serious look on his face.

"Ha? Negotiate the conditions?"

Upon hearing this, Saitolak also glanced at the tiny human in front of him: "A wheelchair man? Is it worthy to negotiate with me?"

"I can't do anything about this wheelchair..."

Hearing Sethorac's doubts, Strange's face turned a little dark: "Because for now, the only magical flying props I have is this wheelchair."

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Saitorak laughed immediately after hearing this: "Human, you are very interesting. Why don't you come and please me as my believers. I can give you great scarlet power."

"Sorry, I have no interest in being your believer."

Strange, opposite, shook his head directly: "I said, I'm here to negotiate terms with you."

"You're just looking for death."

Saitorac smiled and said with a smile: "Do you think I care about your life just like that idiot Sargeras?"

After saying that, Strange didn't wait for anything to do.

Saitorak raised his hand directly. Seeing this, Strange quickly wanted to drive a wheelchair and dodge it, but the other party's arm alone was hundreds of meters, but it was extremely fast to move. He couldn't dodge it at all, and was directly crushed by the other party like a mosquito.

Even the wheelchair he sat down was broken into pieces.

But just a few seconds after Strange's death, the whole world seemed to have suddenly frozen. Then the whole world began to twitch, like a cassette, accompanied by strange twitching, without any trace of backwards. Time inexplicably returned a few minutes before the next second.

I saw a little man flying up in a wheelchair below.

It was obvious that this person was Strange, and his behavior was exactly the same as before. He subconsciously glanced at the green magic circle on his hand, and then appeared in front of Setoac.

"Setorac, I'm here to negotiate with you."

Strange said directly.

"Ha? Negotiate the conditions?"

Saitorak also glanced at the tiny human in front of him: "A wheelchair man is worthy of talking to me... Hum? What's going on?"

Halfway through, Sethorac's expression suddenly became confused: "Illusion?"

"In fact... this is not an illusion."

Strange spread his hands.

"That's good." Sethorac nodded, probably because he felt that he had been teased just now, and he didn't talk much nonsense at this moment. He looked at Strange directly, and didn't even take action this time. The scarlet magic energy directly burst him from the inside, blowing him into a blood mist in the sky.

But just after Strange died.

After a few seconds, the whole world twitched strangely again.

This is not the time flowing back in time magic, but as if the whole world has fallen into a vicious circle of a cycle, and the next second continues to move forward normally, but for some reason the picture has become a previous scene.

Strange flew over from the ground not far away, still in his flying wheelchair.

"Setorac, I'm here to negotiate terms."

Strange glanced at his arm and then continued to say to Sethorac.

"You haven't...what's going on?"

Saitorak really reacted this time. After all, he is a dimensional demon god, so it is normal to be able to escape from the influence of the time gem. He asked directly: "Master, what did you do to me?"

"Each dimension has its own power."

Strange pointed to his arm, and there was a strange green magic circle lingering on it: "I also drew a little power from my own dimension to deal with you. Its name is time...time in infinite loop."

"court death!"

Saitorak roared immediately when he heard this, and then his big hand slapped Strange directly.

The palm quickly grew bigger in the air, and in the blink of an eye it became more majestic than a mountain. The moment it swung it down, it felt like it was covering the sky and the sun. The moment Strange hit the other party's palm, it turned into a pool of meat paste. However, this was not over, and the palm quickly hit the ground again.

In an instant, there was a loud bang, and the entire city of New York was shaken.

The ground was rolling violently, and even the subway station below was forced out. The unparalleled power expanded outward like a tsunami. Just this palm, half of the New York City instantly became ruins.

But in the next second.

All the damage was restored to its original state in an instant.

Strange flew into the sky again in a wheelchair.

"Setorac!"

Strange rubbed his forehead and said, "I'm here to negotiate conditions... I felt so painful when you hit me just now."

“…”

Sethorac glanced at Strange coldly, and then said slowly: "You can't always be like this."

"Uh, I can."

Seeing this, Strange spoke deliberately: "Isn't that the case now? The great demon Saitorac of the Crimson Universe, and me... an ant-like mage, trapped in this time loop at the same time, and can never escape."

"Then you are ready to die countless times."

Sethorac stared at him and threatened.

"Okay." Strange nodded: "At least the earth will be stuck at this moment. Although it is not the optimal solution, the world will avoid destruction, right?"

"I will torture you hard."

Sethorac said, "I will crush your limbs, tear your soul open, and kill your most important people one by one before you."

"Pain is an old friend."

Strange smiled lightly.

"ah!!!"

Saitolak was also angry when he heard this. He opened his mouth and squirted. Stranger instantly vaporized into slag, and the New York City below was destroyed again.

But just a few seconds later.

"Setorak..."

Before Strange could finish his words, Sethorac directly raised his two giant hands and slapped him into a pool of meat sauce like a fly.

"Setorak..."

With a bang, a huge red meteorite suddenly fell from the air, destroying the city below.

"Setorak..."

"Setorak..."

"Setorak..."

Strange flew into the air again and again, and was tortured to death by Sethorak in various ways, more painful and more outrageous.

Another time.

Strange fell heavily to the ground.

The wheelchair turned into countless pieces, and his lower body was pierced, turning into a broken pool of rotten meat. However, Strange did not hesitate, just struggled to crawl on the ground, trying to look up at Setorac, who was in the air, and continued to negotiate with him.

"You can't win!"

Sethorac looked at the other party condescendingly: "After all, you are just an ant and can't stop me."

"Yes, I know I can't win." Strange struggled and raised his head, his face full of blood, but he was very firm: "But I can afford to lose, even if I keep losing, die... never stop, so you become my prisoner."

"No!"

Sethorak roared and fired a laser, which evaporated the substance under his feet.

And at the same time.

Just above a building not far away.

Fang Mo and Gu Yi were observing Strange's negotiations.

"How about it, I'll just say I'll help you?" Fang Mo said to Gu Yi with a smile: "Although Domaum is gone, there are still many trials that should be given to Strange. I just counted my words and directly summoned Sethorac to help."

"This guy is not Sitorak at all."

However, Ancient One was a supreme wizard after all, and he could see something wrong at a glance: "The power on his body has no connection with the crimson universe, but it is like the power of the Land of Fear... It is another incarnation of you, right?"

"Then I'll summon Satorac to come?"

Fang Mo asked directly.

"Although he is extremely powerful, he is not very interested in the earth." Gu Yi shook his head and said, "So your purpose of resurrecting me is to let me see Strange's suffering?"

“Looking at Strange suffers is only one aspect.”

Fang Mo shook his head, then smiled and took out a suona and said, "I mainly want you to attend your first seventh. I have practiced a few small songs with Gehros recently. I tell you that this suona is so awesome. She is known as the King of Bleuth. She can directly blow from your full moon to your first seventh..."

“…”
To be continued...