Chapter 168: Old iron, are you linking the fire?

, The Genie Starting from Marvel

"What are embers? Is it the self-rescue method of this world? Why can I hear this voice?" Johnson had many questions to ask. Since arriving here, his doubts had been constantly piling up.

"Follow me, you will get the answer later." The Ancient One said, continuing to move forward in the sky with them.

Floating all the way, Johnson saw countless strange monsters. The most common one was a monster with a shriveled body holding various weapons. From a simple appearance, this monster looked like a corpse that had been air-dried, without any threat. Many weapons held in their hands were also rusty and broken.

Because of the protection of the Ancient One, no matter where they came, those monsters could not find them, just staying in place quietly, like corpses waiting to rot. In addition, for so long, Johnson had not seen a single lively person. This world seemed to have died.

After turning around, Johnson suddenly saw a group of living corpses holding torches. They were distributed in this area under their feet. The light of the torches in their hands was dim, and the flames on them were so weak that they would go out if they were blown by a breath.

"Do you want to try?" The Ancient One suddenly asked.

"What?" Johnson was stunned. Before he could recover, he found that his perspective was pulling in rapidly.

No, it wasn't the perspective pulling in, it was he was falling.

Losing the cover of the Ancient One and falling to the ground, those living corpses looked at Johnson in unison.

From their eyes, Johnson saw a kind of fear that was terrifying and deep into the bone marrow. That was their longing for Johnson's soul, longing for the humanity of the living!

Swish!

The living corpse raised the torch in its hand and pounced on Johnson. The trajectory of the torch waving in the air was precise and fatal.

In a daze, Johnson felt that it was not a torch, but a precious sword emitting light.

At this moment, the body's self-reaction was much faster than consciousness.

Johnson's body bent at a strange angle like a circus clown, just letting the torch slide past his front.

The torch continued to stab forward. Now it can be determined that these living corpses were really using the torches in their hands as sharp swords.

Johnson twisted his waist. The two sides seemed to be cooperating with each other. Every time the torch just brushed past Johnson's body.

Subsequently, Johnson's right hand was the same, a paper blade slid out from the cuff, directly inserted into the head of the living corpse in front of him.

At the moment the sharp blade penetrated, the living corpse exploded into fragments like an exploding balloon, flying in the air.

In the dark gray fragments, one torch after another passed by. That was other living corpses launching an attack.

Johnson grabbed in the air with his right hand, and the faint firelight was picked off from the torch and flew to the side.

The torch broke through the air, scattering the afterimages left by Johnson. In the flames on that side, Johnson reappeared.

After opening a certain distance, Johnson snapped his fingers with his right hand, and the air condensed into bullets in the air. Immediately after, following the shake of his wrist, the bullets shot out at high speed.

Pop, pop, pop. A series of living corpses fell in front of Johnson.

However, the disgust for the living, the longing for humanity, and the greed for souls all drove all the living corpses to move forward, one after another, never stopping!

Johnson flicked his cloak with his right hand, and the fan-shaped paper blade swept across the front, leaving fragments cut into two sections.

Before the fragments in front could fall, the living corpses behind had already rushed up again.

At this moment, the Ancient One raised her hand and pulled Johnson from the ground back into the sky, while also letting Johnson enter an unobservable state again.

"Huff, huff..." After returning to the safe zone, Johnson still had lingering fears.

"This is one of the tragedies. They are not wrong, and this world is not wrong." The Ancient One said on the side.

"Is this its self-rescue method? Turning people into monsters?!" Johnson couldn't help but ask.

"No." The Ancient One continued to move forward with them. "When a world is swallowed by the Dark Dimension, the most desperate thing is not destruction, but being isolated from everything, no longer existing new energy sources, because that represents an inevitable ending."

"This world is considered smart, wanting to use the power of the Dark Dimension as a new energy source. Therefore, after the original power was gradually exhausted, some undead infected by dark power appeared. They bear the heavy responsibility of transforming dark power."

"However... the result you also saw, the undead disappeared, the natives became living corpses, the kings disappeared, the gods fell into the abyss..."

At this time, the Ancient One brought the three to a cluster of flickering bonfires. The flames inside were about to go out, and the embers underneath had already cooled down.

"This is the result of all their efforts in the end. If Earth is swallowed by Dormammu, the result will be even more terrifying than this." The Ancient One looked at the bonfire and said slowly, her words seeming to have an intentional reference.

"Then is there any way to turn the tide?" Frank asked.

The Ancient One pointed forward with her right hand, and some dust constantly condensed in front of the three, becoming colorless souls injected into the flames. The flames did not flourish, just a little brighter than just now.

"Rebirth of the Surging Wave Era"

"Burning flames need firewood." The Ancient One said, turning to look at Johnson.

Johnson's application was a bit stunned. He pointed at himself with his finger. "Do you mean that this world calling for help to me is hoping that I will become firewood?!"

"You guessed right. This is also why I told you not to respond. Of course, if you are willing to sacrifice yourself, I will not stop you." The Ancient One walked away from the bonfire, giving up a position.

Johnson shook his head hurriedly. If this were his own world, his own home, he would burn if he had to, but this was a world he had never contacted before today. Johnson's spirit of self-sacrifice had not reached this point, and he had not been so loving to this extent.

"Is there no other way?" Johnson asked regretfully.

"Of course there are, there are many ways, provided there is action." The Ancient One pointed out a little.

Frank and Johnson looked at each other, seeming to understand the Ancient One's meaning.

This world is already at the bottom of the valley. Next, no matter how it moves, whether it moves forward or reverses, it is moving upward. There will never be a worse ending than this.

"Let's go, we have to leave, otherwise attracting Dormammu's attention, this place will be completely hopeless." The Ancient One said, her voice becoming illusory.

In another daze, Johnson found that he had returned to Earth. The sunlight spilling from the window was so warm and so shocking.

After seeing that world, even the dust in the air, which was common, was full of other meanings in an instant. ===== CHAPTER 169 =====