In unknown space.
Darkness, shadow, killing, chaos and other negative energies intertwined.
These energies collided and destroyed each other, and storms formed purely of energy blew up, stirring up further chaos.
When the energy gradually tended to calm down, suddenly...
Another energy storm was set off, further promoting the energy chaos in the space, like waves on the beach, layer upon layer, never ending.
It seemed that chaos was the only theme in the entire space.
However.
If you looked at the center of the entire dark and chaotic space, you would find a dark yellow magic castle floating in the void.
The area near the castle was like the eye of a storm. It was calm, or in other words, full of order.
Whether it was because of the suppression of the magic castle, or because a ray of order had emerged from the endless chaos.
It seemed unusually peaceful here.
Eager! Lure! Threaten!
This dark yellow ancient magic castle seemed to be exuding an inexplicable aura constantly.
An ordinary person, even if they just took a glance at it, their orifices would bleed, their whole body would be filled with diseased emotions, and their soul would be drawn in uncontrollably.
Dusk! Dusk! Dusk!
If a sorcerer of Kamar-Taj could see this ancient magic castle, they would probably be able to immediately recognize the aura of the evil god of dusk.
Yes, this was the Dusk Castle, which exuded a strong aura of dusk power, as if the Lord of Dusk had visited it in person.
However, the reality was that the Lord of Twilight had been killed by Kamar-Taj's Sorcerer Supreme.
His corpse, dimension, and origin powers were all trophies of Kamar-Taj.
At this moment, Strange stood in front of this dusk castle, thinking silently.
He had received an invitation earlier.
He didn't know which force was behind it, but the content of the invitation intrigued him.
Because the other party was offering to trade chaos magic.
However, when he followed the direction of the invitation and opened the space portal, he felt his scalp tingle when he saw everything in front of him.
The power of dusk!
There was no doubt that the other party was absolutely and closely related to the fallen sorcerers who had defected before.
Because when those fallen sorcerers defected, they stole part of the origin power of the Twilight Evil God from the sanctum.
Although not many people knew about it, Doctor Strange had a certain understanding.
Click! Click! Click!
Standing in front of the door, Strange was hesitating whether to knock.
At this moment, Strange's arrival seemed to be sensed, and with the clicking sound, the gate of the dusk castle slowly opened.
Strange watched as the door completely opened, revealing what seemed like a dark magic castle inside.
He hesitated for a moment and then stepped in slowly.
Boom!
Just after entering the gate, walking a few steps into the interior of the castle, there was a bang, and the gate behind him slammed shut.
Strange couldn't help but look back, his face slightly nervous.
But he didn't seem to be too worried, so he turned around and walked towards the interior of the castle.
This dusk castle seemed to have many years of history. At a glance, it looked ancient and exuded an aura that spoke of history.
Oil paintings, sculptures from various eras, and candles with strange shapes could be seen everywhere.
If you ignored the evil factors of this castle, there was no doubt that it had great historical value.
However, Strange glanced at it and seemed not to be touched at all. He quickened his pace and walked towards the depths of the castle.
Like the previous magical invitation, he could clearly sense a call emerging from his heart.
It guided him towards his destination.
Although it felt like every step of his actions was being led by someone, exuding a strong sense of calculation.
But apart from being more vigilant, he cooperated with everything else.
Soon, following the call from his heart, he entered a spacious rotunda.
On the edge of the hall, a large number of torches formed a circle, making the entire hall exceptionally bright and exuding a hint of warmth.
For some reason, in such an environment, Strange, who was originally vigilant, relaxed slightly.
"Come out, you've worked so hard to invite me here."
Strange spoke, his loud voice echoing throughout the rotunda.
However, everything around him remained unchanged, and it seemed that his words had not awakened any presence.
"If you don't come out, then I'll leave."
As he spoke, Strange began to wave some sling rings in his hands, trying to open a portal to leave.
However, as the red flame-colored sparks lit up, they soon went out completely.
The space teleportation gate had not been opened, and it seemed to be restricted.
After realizing this, Strange didn't seem to be too surprised.
Instead, he turned his head and looked at a passage ahead to the left. A man in black robes gradually walked out.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
"Strange, I have long heard of your genius."
"I didn't expect you to be so skilled in using such a difficult magic as flesh clone."
A loud voice sounded, and the fallen sorcerer seemed to start praising Strange.
Yes, this time, Strange was not physically present himself, but had sent a magical clone, a flesh and blood clone.
After all, no one knew the danger behind this magical invitation.
He was not stupid enough to come directly.
No matter how reckless he might be at times, he would not throw himself into a trap.
After Strange heard the fallen sorcerer's words, he did not show any emotion. He remained expressionless. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "You invited me here!"
"Now, I'm here!"
"It's time to show your sincerity."
If these fallen sorcerers were setting traps or trying to fool him.
At worst, this flesh and blood clone would be lost.
As for the rest, he would naturally fight to the death with these fallen sorcerers who had tried to manipulate him.
It seemed that the fallen sorcerer understood Strange's thoughts quite well, and did not particularly mind that Strange had arrived via a clone rather than in person.
He raised his right hand slightly, stretched out his palm, and in the blink of an eye, a burgundy magic book slowly floated in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, the fallen sorcerer waved forward slightly, and the burgundy magic book flew towards Strange.
The flying speed was neither fast nor slow, but it made Strange feel impatient.
The book fell in front of him and he quickly turned through a few pages.
Seeing the familiar characters and the introduction of some chaos magic, Strange nodded slowly.
No matter what, even if this flesh and blood clone was sacrificed here, it wouldn't be a total loss.
While he was flipping through the book for review, the fallen sorcerer standing not far away slowly spoke.
"Strange, you are a genius."
"But Kamar-Taj is the grave of geniuses. There have been countless genius sorcerers in history, but only a few survived in the end."
"In fact, even the longest-lived has not lived more than a hundred years, and almost all genius sorcerers have died on the battlefield."
"Strange, there is no doubt that this will be your future."
"Tell me an answer. Are you willing to become a cannon fodder sorcerer under Vishanti?"
Strange, who was flipping through the books, paused for a moment, but he didn't seem to be frightened by the fallen sorcerer's alarmism and continued to flip through the pages.
It seemed that he was determined to memorize all the knowledge in this book during this meeting.
Even if this clone was in danger, it wouldn't be a total loss.
The fallen sorcerer saw Strange flipping through the book and seemingly not caring about what he had just said.
He couldn't help but remain silent for a moment, then continued: "Strange, I know you want to study chaos magic, but are you mentally prepared for the harm that may come from studying it?"
This time, Strange, who was flipping through the pages, stopped suddenly and slowly raised his head to stare at the fallen sorcerer opposite.
Feeling Strange's gaze, the fallen sorcerer couldn't help but nod with great satisfaction.
Geniuses were naturally full of curiosity and pursuit of mystery, unknown knowledge, and powerful magic.
"Strange, since you want to learn chaos magic, you must know the relationship between chaos magic and Chthon, the god of dark magic."
"Don't forget, Vishanti is the god of white magic, and the two are in opposition to each other."
"Although Kamar-Taj does not explicitly prohibit the study of chaos magic, it is generally repulsed by it."
"Strange, I believe you have noticed that there are very few books on chaos magic in the library."
This time, Strange gave up the idea of continuing to read and quietly looked at the fallen sorcerer opposite.
Of course he knew the danger the other party mentioned.
Although there was very little introduction to chaos magic in the Kamar-Taj Library.
But when he was in the Vientiane World, he had learned a lot about Chthon from the Vientiane World Library.
He was also very aware of the dangers in practicing and studying chaos magic.
However, Lockhart and his disciple Wanda were both studying and practicing it.
So why couldn't he?
In particular...
"Chaos magic is our common pursuit and the way to become a god."
"Strange, in a sense, we are companions, companions on the path of chaos magic."
At this point, the fallen sorcerer's words began to become fanatical.
"Long lifespan, the possibility of becoming a god, powerful strength—chaos magic can satisfy all of these desires."
"Strange, I know what obstacles you are facing right now."
"As a believer of Vishanti, turning to chaos magic is undoubtedly a betrayal."
"You are vulnerable to the dual hostility of Vishanti and Chthon."
Hearing this, Strange's heart sank, although his expression remained expressionless.
Yes, the situation was exactly as the fallen sorcerer said.
This was why he had tried every means to enter the dimensional gap.
He just wanted to use the special chaos in the dimensional gap to block the detection of the two dimensional gods, so that he could successfully transition to chaos magic.
As long as the transfer was successful, as long as the first step was completed.
Next, it would be much easier to proceed.
"We can help you with this," the fallen sorcerer looked into Strange's eyes and said word by word.
As he spoke, he slowly stretched out the palm of his right hand.
A ball of dark red magic power floated above the palm of his hand, constantly changing into various shapes.
Feeling the aura of order and chaos, Strange took a slight breath.
Chaos magic!
The most charming thing about it was that it was mysterious and unpredictable, integrating order and chaos, with the ability to create all things and rewrite reality.
"Look, how beautiful it is," looking at the chaotic magic power in his hand, the fallen sorcerer said with some obsession.
"You know, we were all followers of Vishanti."
"But now, we only paid a small price to cut off the connection with Vishanti and shield ourselves from Chthon's prying eyes."
"We have a complete set of rituals to help you switch to chaos magic at the minimum cost."
"We even have a complete process for becoming a dimensional god."
Speaking of this, the fallen sorcerer's words were full of temptation.
It had to be said that he had a strong grip on Strange at this moment.
Seeing the hesitation and excitement on Strange's face, the fallen sorcerer couldn't help but smile.
They were all sorcerers of Kamar-Taj and all had once been considered geniuses.
The thoughts running through their heads were pretty much the same.
These fallen sorcerers might have defected from Kamar-Taj, but they still understood the power dynamics within it.
He had to admit, there were indeed heroic sorcerers in Kamar-Taj who were not afraid of sacrifice and dared to fight against other dimensions.
However, just ask how many sorcerers could completely refuse the temptation of chaos magic.
This was about long life, a way to become a god.
As long as they couldn't refuse, the fallen sorcerers would have allies.
Especially geniuses like Strange were their top priority.
Geniuses always had a hard time resisting the temptation of chaos magic.
Inhale! Exhale! Inhale! Exhale!
At this moment, Strange's breathing was slightly rapid, and he would be lying if he said he was not moved.
But soon, he forced himself to calm down, looked at the fallen sorcerer in black robes across from him, and asked calmly.
"What do you want?"
"What I want, no, it should be said what we want to do," there was a slight smile in the fallen sorcerer's words.
"What we want to do is actually very simple—that is to give ourselves more time to study chaos magic and set foot in the realm of dimensional gods."
"But the most basic premise is safety!"
"You're right, Sorcerer Strange."
At this point, the fallen sorcerer's tone became very sincere.
"What we want is to have a safe enough place and enough time to further study chaos magic."
"Of course, we also hope that more sorcerers will join us in exploring chaos magic."
"Other than that, we have no other demands."
His attitude was very sincere, and his words did not seem to have any harsh requirements.
Just wanting safety and time.
Strange was silent for a moment, not sure if he believed it or not, and asked again: "What do you want from me?"
The fallen sorcerer opposite looked at Strange's expressionless face.
It seemed that he wanted to see some hidden information in the other person's face and Strange's attitude.
"It's not a special request."
"We help you switch to chaos magic."
"You just need to give us some information."
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