Tianjian, commander's office.

The magic energy scan of the world has been completed. Shirley draws a curve according to Michael's instructions and intuitively projectes the results onto his desk in three-dimensional form. Michael observes these readings, reaches out and pulls the model on the desktop, with a solemn expression.

The situation is obviously not optimistic. The magic net that has protected this world for thousands of years has been severely damaged. Two of the three temples have fallen, and only the Hong Kong Temple is still trying hard to support it. The thick darkness holds the entire earth like a huge invisible palm. The whole world is covered with clouds, and the powerful dark magic is hidden among the thick clouds. Although people in the world have not realized what they are facing, everyone has already felt that the ubiquitous force is pressing in their hearts like lead blocks.

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

"No visit, tell her that I'm very busy now and I'm not in the office."

"She insisted on meeting and said she was willing to wait for you to come back at the door."

"...Okay, let her in."

The door slid open. The little red-haired witch with a red leather jacket and a black lining slid quickly walked into the door and asked straight to the point: "What happened? Don't fool me and say it's just a small situation. Even here I can sense a powerful force covering the entire earth... That's black magic, right? Something huge happened, right?"

Michael looked at her: "Did everyone else in the team notice it?"

"No one noticed it except me, but everyone had more or less aware that something might happen." Wanda paused and asked again, "What exactly happened?"

"You are right, something happened. But I'm already dealing with it."

"What about us? Shouldn't we help?" Wanda asked, "Isn't this the original intention of this team?"

"The main task of the team is to solve problems that I will not deal with personally, and I have already said that I am dealing with this trouble." Michael paused, "Besides, this incident is not a category that the team can deal with. This involves black magic - very, very powerful."

"But I can help..."

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

"You are the only person on this entire ship who has the ability to deal with magic disasters, and one of the few people I highly trust." He said seriously and solemnly, "So I need you to stay here to extend the scope of disaster prevention to this ship. Can I trust you, right?"

Wanda was stunned for a moment.

It seems that Michael has said something like this to her for the first time... In fact, she has never seen Michael say this to anyone.

She felt a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously avoided his head and shook his eyes.

"I...well...do my best," she whispered.

"I know you can do it. OK, I still have a lot to be busy with now. Why don't you go back and rest first."

Wanda nodded and retreated.

Now keep going back to the main question. Michael Young drew a circle, opened the spell portal, and walked in.

***

New York Temple.

This was once one of the three major temples guarding the planet, and it was an important part of building a huge magic protection net. But now it has fallen. The conical roof collapsed halfway, and large black and thick rocks scattered on the floor. Looking around, it was covered with dust and rubble, as if five or six rockets were thrown into it before it exploded into this scene.

Master Modu stood silently among the ruins, looking at somewhere in a daze, as if someone had taken away his soul.

Modu is also a mage of Kamataj and a disciple of the Supreme Master Gu Yi. He was once the most loyal follower of Gu Yi. He regarded all the words of the Supreme Master as the truth and unswervingly executed all her instructions. Until he realized that his master was a liar. She warned all disciples that the dark dimension was extremely dangerous, and that those related black magic magic techniques should not be used under any circumstances. But at the same time, she herself has been using these forbidden techniques to draw strength from the dark dimension and prolong her life.

Modu is a conservative person, and can even be said to be quite rigid. He has great prejudice against breaking the rules and using extraordinary means, so he cannot forgive the "betrayal" behavior of his most admired mentor.

Now, his worldview has collapsed. He doesn't know where to go in the future.

Stars burst out from the air, and Stephen Strange walked into the wasteland in a red cloak and stopped beside him.

Strange was originally a surgeon, but his hands left serious sequelae due to an accident, and he was unable to perform surgery again. He found Kama Taj in order to find a cure and became a mage. Before today, he had no interest in becoming a guardian against the dark demon god, but not long ago, he watched Master Guyi swallow on the bed of a New York hospital with his own eyes. A long conversation with the dying Supreme Master changed his heart and made him decide to inherit the career of Master Guyi.

But now that Domaum is coming, the evil god's messenger Casillas and others are far better than them, and their chances of winning are slim.

Now they need to ascend as many people as possible and as much power as possible.

Strange stopped behind Motu, silent for a moment, and said, "She is dead."

Modu was silent for a while and said, "You were right before." He turned around slowly, "She is not the person I thought."

"She is actually... very contradictory."

"Contradictory." Modu shook his head and smiled sarcastically, "Dark space is a dangerous place. What if she can't control those powers? What if she swallows the darkness?"

Modu began to become more excited.

"She told us that we couldn't do this, but she herself drew energy from the darkness and continued her life for hundreds of years."

"She just did what she thought was right," Strange said.

"So the price came in the end," Modu said. "Her banned acts sent countless fanatical followers to Domaum. And Casillas, that was also a big mistake she caused. That's not all, and we all became her pawns in the end."

"Save it, Modu."

The third person's voice sounded, and the new magic portal had opened behind the two at some point. The two turned around, and Michael, wearing a windbreaker, walked slowly out of the door, and the circle closed behind him.

"Master Ancient One may have had any mistakes," Michael said coldly, "but one thing is certain, that is, it's not your turn to comment on her."
Chapter completed!