Boom!
Ian, Remy, and others waved their wands one after another, releasing spells at the ferocious and dark hell monster on the opposite side.
There was a loud bang, the dark blue sea of thunder enveloped the hell monster, and the majestic magical power dispersed around.
In an instant, a burning smell filled the surroundings.
A moment later, the group—Ian, Remy, and the others—stared expressionlessly at the corpse of the hell monster that had been torn into pieces in front of them.
Buzz!
"..."
In the void, a large number of complex and mysterious crimson rune patterns emerged.
On the opposite side, Wanda waved the magic wand in her hand, and the chaotic magical energy surged out of her body, constructing the spells she was pursuing one by one.
Mysterious crimson patterns covered the corpse of the hell monster, and Wanda's black eyes instantly turned dark red.
In her sight, lines of various colors appeared—silvery white, gold, red, black, and others—each with different auras.
Strange stood to the side with the London Sanctum Sorcerer who was following him, looking at the scene in front of them.
Surprise flashed in his eyes.
Not because of her age, nor because of the magic she performed.
But her aura at this moment was really difficult to describe in words. It was kind of sacred, but also had a hint of depravity.
Order and chaos were one and the same.
This strange and powerful aura was unmistakable.
Chaos magic!
Strange shouted silently in his heart.
There was no doubt that what Wanda was casting at this moment was chaos magic.
This was what he had been pursuing for some time.
Not long ago, he had returned to the London Sanctum and was about to discuss something with Master Arnold, but he saw Lockhart.
Only then did he learn that Lockhart had joined the London Sanctum as a law enforcer, responsible for supervising some affairs.
To be honest, after learning this, Strange was surprised but felt that it was natural.
Because he had heard a lot about Lockhart's deeds when he was studying at Kamar-Taj—his world of all things, his battle with Dormammu, his contribution during the dimensional invasion, and so on.
Everything seemed to make perfect sense.
Lockhart did not interfere with the operation of the London Sanctum. He only did one thing: whenever there was a combat mission in the London Sanctum involving abnormal energy fluctuations, he would send his disciples or people from the Vientiane World to follow and help.
Just like now.
They had discovered some hell monsters invading, but before they could take action, the people of the Vientiane World had already dealt with them.
Of course, their purpose wasn't purely altruistic, or in other words, they were there for...
"No, this time it should be an accident."
"There are no other factors mixed into it."
"It should have nothing to do with the fallen sorcerers."
The rune patterns emerging from the void gradually retracted, and the magical energy in Wanda's body returned to normal.
After hearing Wanda's analysis, Ian, Vera, and others nodded to express their understanding.
However, Remy frowned and said, "That shouldn't be the case. The frequency of hell monsters appearing recently is too high."
"I've seen previous battle records from the London Sanctum, and they've never been this frequent."
"It's clear there's an anomaly."
In response to what Remy said, the sorcerer from Kamar-Taj also nodded.
To be honest, everyone felt something was wrong.
But no one had found a clue.
This normal yet abnormal state had caused confusion among many sorcerers.
Remy raised the question, but still had no answer.
Ian, Wanda, and the others had just arrived in London, so they didn't know what to say.
As for the Kamar-Taj sorcerer, although he had been in London for a long time, he didn't seem to have any valid information.
In the end, they reached no conclusion.
Late at night, the bright moonlight shone on the city of London.
As one of the largest cities in the world, London was still brightly lit at night.
There was no doubt that, like New York and Hong Kong, it was also a city that never slept.
It seemed that on such a night, sleeping was a wasteful thing.
The real nightlife had just begun.
Neon lights were flashing and pedestrians on the roads were cheering.
High in the sky, several figures stood seemingly out of thin air, staring at the never-sleeping city below.
"How's the progress?" one figure suddenly asked.
"Very good. Britain's foundation is still very strong. Although it is not as good as New York, the desire it contains is also extremely powerful."
"It's enough to be used as a sacrifice!" a sorcerer slightly behind explained. "I believe that it won't be long before all the transformations are completed."
"It's better not to take it lightly," Master David, who was standing at the front, said. "Recently, the London Sanctum has been dispatched more and more frequently. Be careful not to let them find any traces."
"Haha!" A sorcerer next to him sneered. "They're looking in the wrong direction, and now all their energy is focused on the dimensional gap."
"I'm afraid by the time they find out what the real problem is, we'll already be finished."
"You still have to be careful," Master David was silent for a moment and said calmly. "The more critical the moment, the more calm you have to be."
"Lockhart and people from the Vientiane World have recently joined in."
"If we are not careful, we will be caught by them, and then we will be on the defensive."
Master David warned again, his tone becoming colder: "If there is an accident, no matter who it is, we can only cut off the arm to save the body."
Upon hearing this, all the sorcerers present looked stern, and their whole bodies became slightly tense.
It seemed they understood what David meant. If anyone was caught or there was a possibility of leaking information, then there was only one outcome—death.
In the magical world, there were many means to ensure that this operation was carried out without compromise.
For example, magical contracts, curses, and other bindings.
Seeing the changes in the expressions of these companions, David couldn't help but nod slightly.
A key opportunity often came only once.
What if there was an accident?
Others would become wary.
Then, who knew how many years it would be until the next chance?
At this moment, suddenly...
A strange mental fluctuation suddenly emerged and spread continuously.
David, who was standing high in the sky, seemed to sense something, and his expression changed drastically.
"Let's go back to the Castle of Dusk. There's been an accident."
David shouted sharply, and in an instant, his whole body turned into dark yellow light particles, which spread in all directions immediately, and then disappeared.
Several fallen sorcerers nearby seemed to feel this huge and strange spiritual power, and their faces turned grim.
They looked at each other—no need to communicate—each using their own means to escape from this place.
At this time, the terrifying and immense spiritual power spread from London to the surrounding areas.
The originally noisy and lively city gradually became quiet and silent.
The lights remained as usual, as if nothing had changed in this city that never slept.
The only thing that changed was that the whole city became eerily silent.
At this moment, London was shrouded in this huge strange spiritual power—no, it should be said that it was shrouded in the power of dreams.
A huge dream world had arrived in London!
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