Heavenly Sword, Commander's Office.

The global scan of magical energy was complete, and Shirley followed Michael's instructions to draw the curves, visually projecting the results in stereoscopic form on his desk. Michael observed the readings and reached out to flick the model on the table, his expression solemn.

The situation is clearly not encouraging. The magical web that has guarded the world for thousands of years has been severely damaged, and two of the three major temples have fallen, leaving only the Hong Kong temple still barely holding on. The thick darkness held the entire earth in the hand like a huge invisible palm, and the whole world was covered with clouds, and the powerful dark magic was hidden between the thick clouds. People in the world are not yet aware of what they are facing, but everyone has already felt the pervasive power pressing down on their hearts like a lump of lead.

"Sir, Miss Maximov is outside the door, and she wants to see you." Shirley said.

"No access, tell her I'm busy right now and not in the office."

"She insisted on seeing you, saying she was willing to wait for you at the door."

“...... Well, let her in. ”

The door slid open with a beep. The little red-haired witch in a red leather coat and a black liner walked quickly through the door and asked straight to the point, "Don't fool me into saying that it's just a small situation, even here I can feel a powerful force enveloping the entire earth...... That's black magic, right, there's something huge going on, isn't it?"

Michael looked at her: "The rest of the team is aware of it too"

"No one but me noticed, but everyone had a more or less hunch that something big might happen." Wanda paused and asked again, "What the hell is going on?"

"You're right, something is wrong. But I'm already dealing with it. ”

"What about us, shouldn't we help?" Wanda asked, "Isn't that what this team is here to do?"

"The main task of the team is to solve problems that I will not deal with personally, and as I have already said, I am already dealing with this trouble." Michael paused, "Besides, this incident is not something that the team can deal with. It's about the dark arts—the very, very powerful kind. ”

"But I can help......"

"That's why I need you to stay here." Michael interrupted her. He walked up to Wanda and looked down at her dark eyes.

"You're the only one on the ship capable of dealing with magical disasters, and one of the few people I trust so much." "So I need you to stay here in case the scope of the disaster extends to this ship," he said solemnly. I can trust you, right?"

Wanda was stunned.

I remember that it was the first time that Michael had said something like this to her...... In fact, she never seemed to see Michael say that to anyone.

She felt a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously avoided hanging her head to avoid his gaze.

"I ...... Well...... Do all in one's power. She whispered.

"I know you can do it. Well, now I have a lot of things to do. Why don't you go back and rest first? ”

Wanda nodded and stepped back.

Now back to the main question. Michael Young made a circle with his hand, opened the spell portal, and walked inside.

New York Temple.

It was once one of the three sanctuaries that guarded the planet, and was an important part of the vast magical protection net. But now it has fallen. The cone-shaped roof had collapsed in half, and large black heavy rocks were scattered on the floor, and as far as the eye could see, it was all dust and rubble, as if someone had thrown five or six rockets from outside.

Master Mordo stood silently in the middle of the ruins, staring out into nowhere, as if his soul had been drained of his soul.

Mordo is also the mage of Kama Taj and a disciple of the Supreme Mage Guyi. He was once the most loyal follower of the Ancient One, and he took all the words of the Supreme Master as the truth, and carried out all her instructions steadfastly. Until he realizes that his master is a liar. She warns all of her disciples that the dark dimension is extremely dangerous, and that the associated dark magic is not to be used under any circumstances. But at the same time, she herself has been using these forbidden spells to draw power from the dark dimension and prolong her life.

Mordo is a conformist, one might even say quite rigid. He had great preconceptions about breaking the routine and using extraordinary means, so he could not forgive the "betrayal" of his most admired mentor.

Now, his worldview has collapsed. He didn't know where to go.

Sparks erupted in the air, and Stephen Strange walked into the wasteland in a red cloak and stopped beside him.

Originally a surgeon, Strange was left with severe after-effects of an accident on both hands, and he was never able to perform surgery again. He originally sought a cure for Kama Taj and became a mage. Before today, he had no interest in becoming a Guardian against the Dark Demon God or anything like that, but not long ago he had watched the Ancient One die from his bed in a New York hospital. A long conversation with the dying Supreme Master changed his mind and made him decide to inherit the career of the Ancient One.

But now that Dormammu is about to arrive, the power of the evil god's messenger Casillas and others is far superior to them, and their chances of victory are slim.

Now they need to muster as many people as possible and gather as many forces as possible.

Strange stopped behind Mordo, was silent for a moment, and said, "She's dead." ”

Mordo was silent for a long time and said, "You were right before. He turned slowly, "She's not who I thought she was. ”

"She actually ...... It's contradictory. ”

"Contradiction." Mordo shook his head and smiled mockingly, "Dark space is a dangerous place. What if she doesn't harness those powers, what if she is devoured by darkness?"

Mordo's emotions began to become more agitated.

"She told us we couldn't do it, but she drew energy from the darkness and lived for hundreds of years."

"She just did what she thought was right." Strange Road.

"So the price came in the end." Mordo said, "Her forbidden actions have sent Dormammu countless fanatical followers. And Casillas, which was also a big mistake she made. That's not all, we all ended up being her pawns. ”

"Save it, Mordo."

A third man's voice rang out, and a new spell portal had opened behind them at some point. The two turned around, and Michael, dressed in a trench coat, slowly stepped out of the door, the circle closing behind him.

"The Ancient One may have been at fault." Michael said coldly, "But one thing is certain, and that is that it's not your turn to judge her affairs." ”