Pembourne was humming a tune and repairing a part in his garage, and he was in a good mood, in fact he had been in a good mood every day since he was partially paralyzed in a car accident and then got back on his feet after Kama Taj learned magic.

He cherished the ordinary time of every day now, and it can be said that he was a person who was easily satisfied, so he politely declined the invitation of the former Supreme Master to continue his studies and become the guardian of the temple, and instead returned to the world and opened an ordinary shop.

Life is calm and fulfilling, and the only thing that makes his life a little turbulent is that the hand-disabled doctor who turned to him for help before successfully entered Kama Taj and was accepted as a disciple by the ancient one.

Recently, a friend in the wizarding world has heard the news that he has replaced the ancient one mage and become a new generation of supreme mages. Of course, the biggest impact of this incident on Pembern is that when he meets his friends in the wizarding world in the future, he can blow a good wave when he drinks.

And just as Pembern was immersed in his own world, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Need something?" Panburn asked without looking back.

"I heard that they carried you to Kama Taj in the first place, but now it's different."

The words of the man behind him made Pan Byrne subconsciously turn his head, and what appeared in front of him was a man in a black robe, and the man's face was also an extremely familiar existence to Pan Bern.

"Mordo!" What appeared in front of him was none other than the former elder disciple of the Ancient One, Panbern's titular senior brother - Carl Amadeus Mordo.

"I've heard that you've been missing since the Battle of Dormammu, and now you're suddenly looking for me, what's the matter?"

"I've been out and about all this time." Mordo did not reply to Pembourne's words, but began to talk to himself about his own experience.

"And during this travels, I was trying to answer a question that puzzled me, and it was not until I met an old gentleman that I finally got the answer I wanted. Pembourne, do you know what the problem is that puzzles me? Mordo looked at Pembourne with a smile.

"What is it?" Panborn asked with a slight frown, he had already noticed that the Mo Du in front of him seemed to be a little different from what he remembered.

"My question is, what exactly is the purpose of the mage's existence?" Mordo said as if he was stuck in memory again.

"The Ancient One once told me that the essence of a mage is to 'observe nature, understand the laws, and then draw strength from multiple dimensions to repair the broken laws'. But the gentleman told me that the real purpose of the mage is to distort things as they are, and to steal magic from them, and to break the law.

The mage is the biggest law breaker, the thief who uses the loopholes of the law to draw on the energy of nature, just like you. ”

"I didn't steal the mana, it was mine." Panburn said, already holding a wrench, and he could already hear that Mordo was not a good person.

"That's what thieves say." As he spoke, Mordo's figure moved, and before Pangborn's wrench swung, he held his claws with one hand and stretched them out to Panbourne's abdomen.

"Ahh Pan Bern screamed in pain, and he could see a touch of golden energy, which was forcibly captured by Mo Du,

"Behold, this is the power you steal from the world." Mordo said, sucking hard into these magic powers, and all the magic power poured into Mordo's body.

"Why did you take my magic?" Panburn angrily questioned Mordo, who had lost his magic powers, and had fallen to the ground, re-becoming a highly paraplegic.

"Because I finally discovered the root cause of the world's more and more distorted and twisted nature, that is, there are too many mages." Mordo crouched down and looked at Panborn indifferently. "So the world needs a defender, a witcher who will turn the world back on track."

Mordo said that he had already mentioned Pangborn, because Mordo knew that his loss of magic power was only temporary, as long as Panbourne was given a little time, he would be able to cultivate it again, and this was not something Mordo could accept. "Then accept the sanctions, the moths that have eaten the world, and I hope that your demonic soul will be able to alleviate your sins when they are used by me."

"Boom~!" And just as Mordo was about to make a move, the wall exploded, and a black skull chariot burning with flames suddenly rushed in.

Before Mordo could react to what was going on, the flame skull on the chariot spat out a flame chain and directly whipped Mordo out.

"It's you who really deserve to be judged, even if you deliberately suppressed your aura, but as long as you use your magic power, then the dark aura emanating from your body is impossible to hide from me." Ghost Rider stepped out of the car and said coldly.

"Mordo, I didn't expect the witcher to be you, why did you do this?" Jarrett also got out of the car at this time, and when he saw that the famous witcher turned out to be his senior brother, he could imagine how complicated Jarrett's heart was.

"Because that's the job of a witcher." Mordo clutched his blackened chest and stood up again, the whip of hellfire would not kill him immediately.

"It's you, Jarret! I didn't expect you to collude with the devil, it's really disappointing. ”

"You don't need to worry about this, everything I do is just to maintain world peace." Jarrett's voice had cooled down, and Jarett had gone from disbelief to extreme anger at this time.

"Maintaining world peace?" Mordo sneered disdainfully when he heard this. "Jarret, when have you become as hypocritical as the Ancient One."

"Shut up, you're not qualified to insult the former Supreme Mage." Hearing this, Jarett was finally detonated, the magic power was released, and two magic swords condensed, and Jarett grabbed the longsword and rushed towards Mordo.

These two brothers, who have worked together in Kama Taj for a long time, have already fought together, and the road side and Evil Ghost Rider, who originally wanted to go up to help, suddenly found that Jarett, who was a junior brother, had the upper hand after a few confrontations.

"Death, you traitor!" Jarett's sword pierced Mordo's heart.

"Ahem, Jarret, looks like you've improved a lot in this time." Obviously he had been mortally wounded, but the smile on Mordo's face had not changed.

"No, you're not Mordo, Modu isn't so weak." At this time, Jarrett also found out that something was wrong, after all, he had worked with Mordo for so long, and he was still very familiar with Mordo.

And as Jarrett's words fell, Mordo's face and body suddenly squirmed, and when this strange wriggling ended, what appeared in front of Jarrett was a completely strange man.

It's just that his smile is still Mordo's.

"It's ······ Spiritual Golem Spell. Jarrett's face immediately changed when he saw this. You actually learned this forbidden spell, and sure enough, you stole the Book of Cagliostro, so it is, and only you, who are extremely familiar with all the prohibitions of Kama Taj, can steal this book silently. ”

Mordo didn't answer Jarett's question, but his smile should have been a tacit acquiescence. The person in front of him is not Mordo himself, but his spirit has been completely brainwashed by Mordo and has become Mordo's doppelganger.

"Be vigilant, Jarret, for the next time we meet, I'll get rid of you, just as I'll get rid of all the magicians in this world one day.

Oh, and one more thing, don't forget, the next time we meet, I'd like you to call me Baron Mordo! ”()