Chapter 227: The Temple Protects the World, and the Mage Protects the Temple

Master Mo Du and Mr. Wang glanced at each other, and the two of them walked together to the dome where the artifacts were placed, followed by Clark and Stephen.

"Heroes like the Avengers, defend the world from nature." Mr. Wang continued as he turned the chassis where the artifact was placed with both hands, "Mages like us protect the world from magic."

Above the artifact hung a huge orb that kept spinning, like an autobiographical Earth.

"The name of the Supreme Venerable has been passed down from generation to generation, the ancient one mage is the current one, and the mysterious mage ancestor thousands of years ago is the powerful Agomoto, who created the Eye of Agamotto, which is the one you just opened."

Master Mo Du walked up to Stephen and Clark and listened to Mr. Wang's introduction.

"Then Agamotto is our ancestor, right?" Stephen asked Mr. Wang a little excitedly.

"So to speak. Agamotto has created three powerful temples in the present world." Mr. Wang said as he turned the chassis of the magic weapon again, and the ball above it continued to emit a faint orange light, this glowing ball of light was really like the earth, and it kept autobiography in the universe.

At this time, Mr. Wong pointed to an iron door on the wall to his left and said, "This door leads to the Hong Kong Temple."

Then he pointed to an iron door on the wall on the right and said, "That door leads to the New York Temple."

Mr. Wang pointed to the third door and said, "That door leads to the London Temple."

"The three temples form the protective net of our world today." As Mr. Wang's gaze grew, the autobiographical sphere appeared with the shapes of three magic gates, the three of which shone with a dazzling orange light, and they were connected by light paths.

"The temple protects the world, and the mage protects the temple." Master Mo Du added.

Stephen understood the meaning of the words, and he asked a little skeptically, "Is there anyone else going to destroy this temple?"

"It's not certain, like creatures from other dimensions." Mr. Wang looked at Stephen and explained.

"Like Dormammu." Clark said to himself as he looked at the ball of light in his autobiography.

Mage Mo Du looked at Clark in surprise, "How do you know this name?"

"What happened to what I saw in Camustro's book? Stephen saw it too." Clark looked at Stephen.

Stephen nodded in affirmation, "Yes, we saw it when we read together."

Master Mo Du looked at Mr. Wang with a look of surprise, and Mr. Wang also glanced at Master Mo Du, then lowered his head and turned the chassis where the magic weapon was placed with both hands. The ball of light above his head instantly dimmed and became full of darkness.

"Dormammu lives in a dark space, transcending time, he is the devourer of the universe, the destroyer of the world, with infinite energy and great ambition." As soon as Mr. Wang's words fell, a large dark purple black hole appeared on the side of the sphere of the autobiography.

"He wants to invade all the universes, bring all the worlds into the dark space, and the most important thing he wants to occupy is the earth." After speaking, Mr. Wang looked at Stephen and Clark.

Clark also suddenly realized that this was the case, even the temple that protected the world was in danger everywhere, and the world needed Avengers.

"What about the pages of the books that Casillas stole from?" Stephen couldn't help but ask, remembering the missing pages in the book.

"It's a ritual to summon Dormammu, and to draw power from the dark world." Mr. Wang stated Casillas' ultimate purpose in stealing the book.

Stephen couldn't help but laugh a few times, "Well, okay, okay. I, I give up. I'm here to heal my hands." Stephen looked down at his hands and continued, "I don't want to be involved in some mysterious war of the century."

Suddenly, the sound of an old old bell came overhead.

[Knock, knock, knock]

Mr. Wang looked up at the sky and whispered only two words: "London."

At this moment, the door of the London Temple suddenly opened, and a member of the congregation fell out of it.

Casillas then appeared in the doorway, his pupils still glowing red, and black veins covered the perimeter of the red eyeballs, which scattered around them like crazy tentacles.

Casillas clasped his hands together, and then raised his right hand above his head, his palm upward, as if holding a force, and this power formed an orange ball of light. Suddenly, Casillas smashed the ball of light into the ground hard, and the ground that was instantly impacted formed a shock wave, pushing Stephen and Clark far away.

Stephen and Clark fell to the ground one after another, gasping for air, having trouble breathing, and falling hard. They stumbled to their feet.

There was chaos in front of them, and the dust stirred up by the impact of the ground blocked Stephen and Clark's view.

Stephen shouted, "Master Modu! King!"

Clark also looked around anxiously, and he couldn't see anyone but Stephen.

Stephen and Clark stumbled around, their headaches splitting and they couldn't believe what was in front of them.

"No, it can't be, what's wrong." Stephen was a little confused. He looked around and couldn't help but ask Clark, "Where is this?"

Clark looked around and said, "It's like we've walked into the London Temple."

"What? No way! We just walked through that door?" As he spoke, Stephen continued to walk inside, trying to find the exit as soon as possible.

"Stephen, come here, you see, there's a window here, and it can't be opened."

"Clark, I think I've found an exit. Come here, there's a door." As he spoke, Stephen pushed open a large wooden door.

Once again, he was stunned by the sight in front of him, and outside the door was an ordinary street lined with pedestrians walking.

Clark followed, and they stood in the doorway, stunned. A car drove past the two of them.

Stephen looked back at the door that had just been opened, and there was a number next to it that read: 177 Blick Street.

Stephen and Clark looked up at the building in front of them, a four-story villa, in the old British style, with dark brown extensions, large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the temple logo directly above the door.

"Is this London?" Stephen looked at Clark and couldn't help but ask.

"I think so, we came to the London Temple." Clark pondered.

"So what are we going to do? Where did Master Mo Du and the king go? Why is it just you and me?" Stephen has a lot of questions, and he hopes Clark can give him answers.

"I don't know, it seems that to find out what just happened, we need to go back to where it just happened, and take a look, maybe there will be an answer." Clark looked at the door they had just walked out of.

"Okay, let's go back together, I don't believe that Master Mo Du and Wang, the two big living people disappeared out of thin air like this!" Saying that, Stephen opened the door just now, "Come on, man, let's go and see what happens!"

"Okay!" With that, Clark and Stephen re-entered the door.

An unknown territory is opening up to them, everything is coming too fast, all they have to do is figure out what's going on.

A battle that needs them is about to begin.