Passing through a dark street, Dastan quickly knocked a hapless guy unconscious, then ripped off his outermost coat and put it on his body, tightening it so tightly that it seemed to fit perfectly.

Skillfully reducing him to sand with a dagger again, Dastan successfully completed his old job of destroying the corpse and walked out of the street.

No one paid attention to him, at most someone found that his outfit was very weird, not decent and beautiful.

Dastan couldn't bear the road of New York, but a sense of direction was an essential element for an Assassin, and he soon made his way down Broadway into the crowd, hiding himself.

The dagger's energy was not yet full, at least a dozen people were needed, but he couldn't use it anymore, and he suspected that the guys who were following him were tracking him because of the dagger's energy reaction.

The Blade of Time was the weapon he relied on to survive, and the dagger's abilities were permanently enhanced when he became a member of the Wizard Leader's Outer Gods.

Dustan can't travel through time, but he's immune to all magical effects of time, such as the fact that everyone's memories have been tampered with, except for him.

For this reason, the wizarding leader gave him a very special task, to find himself with special means of contact when time was tampered with, and then awaken himself.

Dastan tried, but the contact magic did not respond to the wizarding leader.

He wasn't sure what was wrong with the wizarding leader, but he was sure he was still in the world, as evidenced by the fact that the Outer Gods still existed.

Of course, the Blade of Time also comes with some short time lapse solidification, that is, time pause and the like, these are small abilities, and in a truly high-end battle, Dastan can't rely on these.

His true power comes from his outward godhood. Every outward god is not to be underestimated, and they have abandoned their human identity for more than just a title.

The magical creature transformation given to them by the wizard leader is where they are most powerful.

Finally, the year 2038 New York that Dastan is in at this time is not a time jump forward in the previous world, but a parallel world, but Dastan has not discovered it himself. That's not clear......

Walking through the streets of New York in a hurry, Dastan's assassin instincts still allowed him to see everything around him, although he was always on the lookout for movements.

Bronze figures dressed as statues, multi-talented vaudeville jugglers on the streets, giant life-size cosplay dolls, lots of flash mobs and cosplays, and of course, the same hurried crowd with their headphones down. Immerse yourself in the world of networking.

It's a fast-paced era, and a certain cozy and cheerful atmosphere is slowly passing by, and maybe one day it will disappear into this world completely.

Dastan felt uncomfortable, he felt out of place in the world, which was strange because he could blend in perfectly with almost any scene, so his spying and stealing intel would be invincible.

But his abilities are useless in this world, and Dastan feels like a person who is out of touch with the world. Although he also blended in with the crowd, he did not blend in with them at all. Rather, it is free from the surface.

It was only in the street performers that he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had returned to the grand celebrations of the Persian city, where there were also these performers, who stepped on the ring of fire and spit fire, one by one showing off their stunts, showing the strength of Persia to people from other countries.

It's a pity. All this has passed, and he has watched Persia fall and new kingdoms rise, and he has not yet died, and even new kingdoms are gradually falling apart. When the generations change again, he is still alive.

Why is he still alive, the Blade of Time is like a curse, it brings him eternal life, and it also brings him eternal torment.

Suddenly, Dastan stopped, because he saw a circle of people in front of him, and some yellow soft ropes that crossed the way to seal the road, he didn't know who these people were, what they were, but instinctively, Dastan felt that these guys seemed to be under the control of the people in power in this country.

I don't know how the New York police officers who are investigating the case in front of them will feel when they know that they are understood as the subordinates of those in power.

Tightening his clothes to cover his exposed purple calves, Dastan reversed direction and avoided the legendary New York police officer.

Working in the NYPD is definitely not an easy task, as they need to work with immortal forensic doctors every now and then, dance with beasts and beauties, and even fight the threat of artificial intelligence with former members of the secret service.

Eventually, they may encounter futuristic humans, superpowered criminals, 100% brain-developed addicts, zombies disguised as forensic doctors, and the constant threat of the destruction of all of New York.

God, I'm going to get a raise.

Dastan was destined not to hear the wails of these poor creatures, but he could feel that there seemed to be some kind of familiarity among them, the Eternals, the Eternals like himself.

It may not have been as long as he did, but the breath was not wrong, and it was a familiar sensation that Dastan could smell as soon as he got there.

Without leaving a trace, he took them all into view, and then quickly filtered and analyzed them, leaving out the guys who were probably wearing soldiers' uniforms, except for one guy who was wearing black clothes and the same style as himself.

Even...... Dastan was confident that he would target the latter, the guy with the bandana around his neck.

An eternal who believes that the wizard leader will be interested.

Dastan kept his appearance in his mind, kept the news in his heart, and left the place silently, now that he was still being pursued by this unknown enemy, it was not the right thing to do.

Of course, as if he had killed the Eternal with the Blade of Time, the Sands of Time, which contained the energy of time, would instantly recharge.

But Dastan's time of death is also approaching, and if the wizarding leader knows that he stabbed an eternal with the Blade of Time, he definitely doesn't mind letting Dastan also taste what it means to be eternal, eternal death.

Keeping these chaotic thoughts to himself, Dastan remained absolutely calm, a tradition of Assassins.

Only in this way can he see the world clearly, and all kinds of people in this world. In this small square, for example, there were a lot of strange guys, the bald man in front of him on his right, with four long knives hidden under his clothes, and at least five of the kind that were classified as pistols.

There was also a man behind him, who had a temperament much like that of a Persian scholar. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, but he had weapons hidden almost everywhere on his body, Dastan seemed to remember some kind of symbol on his body, Kim Shiman, as if yes, he had seen the information when he was interested in the Assassin Order in the world.

These people are not coming for themselves, they are just passing by, but it can also show that there are many strange guys in this world all the time......

Wait a minute. Dastan was suddenly stunned for a moment, his steps continued almost instinctively, without the slightest difference from just now, not even a trace of speed and slowness.

I heard that New York is a big city, and there are many superheroes in it, almost their headquarters, but why don't you feel their presence at all, it's like hiding from yourself, hiding.

Don't doubt Dastan's intuition. He is an Epidemi, and an Assassin-type Epitomi. He is naturally unusually sensitive to the target of his hunt, the new human.

"Wshh

"I'm being targeted." Almost at the same time that Dastan became suspicious, three sharp swords rounded the crowd around him and headed straight for Dastan.

There was a cold light on the special arrowhead, apparently it must have used some special means, Dastan didn't want to know what it was, he had suffered from arrows and other weapons. The simplest and violent method was chosen directly.

"Roar!"

Dastan's body swelled suddenly, and the black trench coat he had snatched was instantly torn, with ugly folds, not at all like human skin and muscles, not even like the surface of any part of the human being beating like a living heart. His form instantly spread to the height of a building.

"Boom!"

He fell heavily to the ground, directly crushing several low buildings and a building nearby, Dastan was no longer human, his surface was like an old tree, purple bark with unusually ugly folds, but soft as rubber with seven or eight legs.

Dastan's body was so small that he couldn't see it at all, except that it was the junction of all his legs, and something like grit wrapped him up as if he had been glued on, and not a single grain of sand had fallen.

Quickly swallowing the dagger, Dastan ran open all his legs.

As he ran, sand began to fall from his body, and everything that was touched or touched by the sand turned into the same sand and continued to be infected.

The sand that didn't touch anything fell to the ground, and even began to turn the ground into sand, gradually sinking, I don't know if it will sink all the way to the center of the earth and destroy the entire planet.

Everything in Dastan's path was destroyed, and the whole of prosperous New York was forced to leave a blank route.

See, the New York police officer is indeed a very dangerous profession.

Never underestimate the power of an external god, even if he is only in charge of intelligence spying, each external god has the power to destroy the planet, the difference is only in the speed of the speed.

Dastan started to run regardless of the life and death of ordinary people, but he frightened a group of superheroes hiding behind.

"What a monster!" Spider-Man, who was urgently called over by Hawkeye, asked with a little dumbfounded because the time spaceship traveled through different universes and was with the Green Arrow Bow.

It's true that he's Spider-Man, but how does it look like the fast guy running on seven or eight legs in front of him is more like a spider.

"I don't know what it is." The Lord of Time sweated profusely and said, "But as long as we catch him, we can figure it all out." ”

"You still want to catch him?" Hawkeye yelled angrily, "Think about how to stop him." As he spoke, he didn't hesitate to pull out his liaison to contact the chief.

It's an unknown world, and it seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn't developed to the point where it will be destroyed.

The crowd didn't scream, for they had already turned to sand the moment the gravel fell, and they scattered in all directions, as if fleeing from the moving giant Grim Reaper, but in vain.

None of the other superheroes rushed over, and Green Arrow seemed to be arguing with Spider-Man about something, and eventually Spider-Man rushed to the monster alone, using his super high sense of movement and balance to pick a little bit at the center of the monster.

Soon, the monster vanished, and Barry couldn't see what happened to the Lord of Time next.

The sudden memory came to an abrupt halt and never went on again, just as it appeared so suddenly, and its disappearance was as abrupt as it was.

"Whose memory is this, and what does it mean?" Barry was confused, but he felt that the memory was not for nothing, it was something he didn't know.

A few memories from the future Barry then emerged, but they were all intermittent, fragmentary, and Barry didn't get any useful information about the future.

And these memories are strange, because many of them are viewed from the perspective of a third person, so Barry can see so many memories that don't belong to him, like the one just now.

"It's really confusing." Barry struggled with the questions about what he should do with these memories, and then how he should deal with the people who were so angry.

For Barry, who hasn't been through a long war, these questions are definitely big problems.

However, after pondering for a long time, Barry still made a decision, that is, to hide the news for the time being, and wait until he figured everything out, and then think of a solution......

While Barry struggles with his pointless life issues, Yi Huan has resolved Melisandre's injuries and restored her severed arm, temporarily controlling the deterioration of the situation.

Then he levitated Melisandre and landed from the sky, and along with the people who hadn't gone far, and Bran and the others who had passed out, they were frozen and thrown into a huge crystal coffin, and sent back to Neverland.

Melisandre's magical hustle and bustle was not about to be spared, and the magical confinement on the crystal coffin was enough to make it impossible for these people and half-giants to escape.

By the time Yi Huan had dismissed the shadows, Kai Neng had already dragged Stark out of the rubble, and then cleaned up the surroundings.

"How about him." After saying hello to Daenerys, Yi Huan took Winnie and the others to surround him.

"It's okay." "There were no serious injuries or damage to internal organs, the skull was intact, only a little concussion, plus a lot of blood loss and coma." ”

Yi nodded arrogantly, then walked to Stark who was lying on the ground, and looked at Jarvis condescendingly, or at the cold and lifeless Mark suit, "Open the mask to liberate the armor, it's not easy for Stark to repair things, I don't want to destroy it violently." ”

There was silence for two seconds, as if calculating the possibility, and the next moment, Jarvis slowly opened his armor, revealing Stark in a coma inside.

Just like Yi Huan said, Ice and Fire don't have Stark Industries, and every armor maintenance is very difficult, so if you can not be violently lifted, don't be violent, and Jarvis is best to do this.

Of course, it's not just for this reason, the calm expression next to him is still calm, but there is a hint of clarity in his eyes, Jarvis is not such a threatened artificial intelligence, its algorithm and intelligence are very high, even without Stark, it can play a good combat effectiveness.

It's not so easy for Yi Huan to violently destroy the suit, it doesn't open the armor's defense because of Yi Huan's threat, it looks ...... This Iron Man's relationship with Yi Huan in private is much better than on the surface. (To be continued.) )