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"Kid."

The space rippled, and the young man in the black robe walked out of the void and looked at Michael who was already stunned in front of him with some appreciation.

"As a ready knight, you have a heart of compassion."

Michael, who comes from a family of profit-oriented factory owners, couldn't hide the thoughts of this pregnant doe before killing the pregnant doe, and the black-haired young man who was 9 points similar to Edward.

"Perhaps."

The black-haired young man paused, he somewhat admired this young man who maintained the basic human conscience and good thoughts in his heart.

Such a person may have been peaceful for a long time, and civilization has reached a certain level on the Marvel Universe.

But here, this feudal barbarism that has just moved from the era of sword and magic, pure blood and fire, into a glimmer of civilization that is still cruel, but leaks a glimmer of civilization under the cruel surface.

However, there are really not many people in the Kingdom of Camelot who have just entered the era of steam and magic boiling with half of their bodies.

This is the work of the evolution of civilization and the times!

After all, you can't force a person in the barbaric era of the tribe who can't even eat enough to take pity on the calf-licking female beast!

"You can go to the 'Crucifixion' in the future to see if you can become a 'paladin'."

The soft voice echoed in the woods, and the pale white light curtain that shrouded the velvet deer, under the will of the black-robed youth, turned into a surging holy point of light and integrated into the body of the velvet deer.

The bleeding from the wound that had been hit stopped instantly, and the new flesh and blood squeezed out the projectile that had fallen into the wound in just a few moments and fell to the ground.

The velvet deer stopped wailing, looked at the black-haired youth in front of him with human gratitude, and then spread his legs and feet, and disappeared into the depths of the woods with a few brisk jumps.

"Son of Lord Dirham, Michael Dirham."

"Thank you for your teachings."

In the end, it is the king of the great knights, a new generation that has grown up after opening the era of steam magic.

Michael, a 14-year-old boy who has received a basic education in the kingdom, does not know what the black-haired young man means by "Holy See of the Cross" and "Paladin".

But this did not prevent him and the surprised friends around him from quickly coming back to their senses and bowing to the black-haired young man according to the knowledge explained in the etiquette class.

"All right, get up, boys."

Although the black-haired young man looks like a 21 or 2-year-old young man from the outside, if you add the time before and after the ontology crossing, he can already be regarded as an older uncle in his 40s who doesn't know how to buckle.

"You can call me."

A gentle and kind smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the black-haired young Messiah.

From the etiquette of these teenagers in front of him and the equipment they used to hunt in the woods, the black-haired young man already felt the almost earth-shaking changes in the current Camelot Kingdom.

"Messiah."

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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Stephen Strange."

"Hello, Professor Stephen."

"It's a nice day, Professor Stephen."

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Under the eternal soft sunlight, Classroom 320 of Hallworth Middle Tower soars into the sky.

Mr. Stephen Strange, a former surgeon dressed in a high-necked vermilion Professor Hallworth robe, walked out of the door of Room 3601 of the Department of Dimensions with a thick textbook of Spatial Derivation.

Although he lost the opportunity to ascend to the sky in almost one step and become a "Supreme Magician".

However, this middle-aged man with curly hair, still relied on his extremely high spatial perception talent to win the appreciation of the only golden legendary mage in the wizarding world, the ancient master, and became the only personal disciple of the master who was promoted to the silver-level archmage of the ring in just 10 years.

"Stephen, you have new private information, it's your senior brother Mordo."

Suddenly, the elegant voice of the demon net goblin belonging to Stephen suddenly sounded in his consciousness space.

"Thanks for the reminder, Al."

Stephen thanked him in the sea of consciousness, and then turned on the void projection system on the inside of the magic net bracelet in his right hand.

The vermilion high-necked magic professor's robe instantly turned sky blue, and the Hallwarts teachers and students in the corridor of the teaching building who were originally going to greet the respected dimensional magic professor also pressed the thoughts in their hearts.

Even the corridor that Professor Stephen passed through at this moment became a little quieter.

"Long time no see, my dear junior brother."

The figure of a black uncle wearing a six-pointed extraterrestrial space magic personal armor and with short fine hair projected in front of Stephen and greeted the curly-haired Stephen warmly.

"Say it! What's the matter? ”

"Could it be that there was some accident with the large-scale 'Space Extension Circle' that I helped you improve last time!"

As the youngest disciple of the Ancient One, most of Stephen's basic spells and spells unique to their family were taught by Mordo, and he was one of the closest people in the wizarding world.

"No, no, no, how could there be an accident with the magic circle invented by my genius junior brother."

Compared with Stephen, who specializes in spatial dimensional spells, Mordo, who prefers thrill-seeking in battle, has long transformed into a real war mage, although he has not been promoted to a silver master in the ten years he has joined the wizarding world, but Baron Mordo, who is proficient in various military, forbidden space and spiritual combat spells, is now one of the high-level cadres of the half-dimensional dimensional exploration force under the Magic Council.

"I'll contact you this time."

"Do you want to ask if you'd like to participate in that program?"

"Which plan?"

"It's the same ****** I told you about last time."

His senior brother's voice suddenly turned into a bunch of gibberish noises, and Stephen, who understood the key situation, frowned.

As with the electronic internet in the old days, the web automatically blocks the secrets of some Earth Federation, the British Empire, and the Magical Council.

As the top of the 200w spellcasters in the wizarding world, the silver archmage with less than 500 is still not enough to add his full professor-level authority to the Hallworth School of Magic and Wizardry, which is undoubtedly a very important secret.

"Senior Brother Mordo, wait a minute."

Stephen said to the black brother who was in the video, making an inexplicable garbled noise, his mouth opening and closing up and down, and looking a little funny.

"Al, adjust to the Magical Council."

That's right, as the Golden Legendary Mage Ancient One, the only high-level spellcaster disciple to be promoted to the Silver rank, Stephen is also one of the few non-partisan members of the Magic Council.

"Okay, if contact with Class-A classified information is detected, your conversation will be recorded, and the Supreme Executive Council of the Magical Council and His Majesty the Eternal Speaker will have access to it. Do you confirm your consent? ”

The voice of the Demon Web Goblin in the Sea of Consciousness reminded Professor Curly, oh no, it should be Curly-Haired Councillor now.

"Agreed."

After adjusting the permissions, Stephen said calmly again to the black brother with a confused face in the projection.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Mordo, please say it again."

Co-authored, I just said it for nothing? The optimistic black brother looked pained.

The current black senior brother is busy with work and cultivation every day, and his small life is extremely fulfilling, and it seems unlikely that he has any ambitions to join the dark lord or something.

"Alright! Do you know about the 'Dimension Cruiser' program? ”

"You mean that 10 years ago, Your Excellency the Speaker, you obtained a weakened version of the 'Plane Battleship' from the ruins of that floating city in another world?"

"That's right."

Stephen, who received Mordo's affirmative reply, paused for a moment.

"But wasn't that plan canceled?"

"Our artificial dimension technology is not mature enough to create a half-plane that can be moved!"

Hearing Stephen's words, Mordo smiled proudly.

"That's right, it's true that our artificial technology is not yet mature."

"But what if there's a natural half-plane that can move freely in the starry sky?"

The black brother Mordo sent a video.

In the eastern part of the 13th city of the Lunar Federation, a wide spatial crack opened silently.

The aura of pure darkness and extreme evil rushed towards him.

At the bottom of the crack, a tall man with dark eyes was laughing silently.

"This is, Casillas!"

"The first disciple to betray the Ancient One, an admirer of the Dark Lord Dormammu."

"Isn't he dead?"

As a personal disciple of the Ancient One, an old rival who has been entangled with Dormammu for countless years, Stephen is no stranger to the information about the dark lord Dormammu, although he has not personally fought with him.

Professor Stephen, who was surprised, suddenly moved in his heart.

The spatial coordinates of the Earth in the Marvel Universe were completely shielded by the Supreme Magic Net when it was completely integrated into the Earth's geocentric core.

If you don't come early, you don't come late, but it just appears when a plan is ready at the top of the wizarding world.

And that so-called dark dimension happens to be a half-plane that can naturally move in the universe.

What that so-called plan is, Stephen already knows what it is!

"How long does it take? Do teachers want to attend? ”

He asked.

"Twenty-six hours later, we're going to wait for that half-plane to fully enter the core of the Supreme Magic Net."

"Teacher Ancient One and another council envoy are already on their way over."

Mordo quickly replied to Stephen, looking like he had a draft.

Another parliamentary envoy?

Teacher Gu Yi went, Stephen was not surprised at all, an old enemy!

But the other envoy, whose name was not mentioned, aroused Stephen's curiosity.

"Okay, I agree to join the program! Please send me a message of information. ”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Stephen made up his mind.

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