Bustling! Silence!
These are two words that are supposed to be in opposition to each other.
At this moment, they appeared at the same time, which even made people feel strange.
The vast London, looking down from a high altitude, was brightly lit, bustling, and crowded with pedestrians. It was worthy of the title of the city that never sleeps.
However, if you looked closely...
You would find that this city did not seem to emit even a trace of sound. Even the sound of mechanical broadcasts seemed to be completely swallowed up by an invisible force.
Pedestrians on the road continued to behave as before.
Those who shouted, those who shopped, those who cooked on street grills, those who ate at restaurants.
Everything seemed to be normal, but there was no sound in this normality.
It gave people a creepy feeling in their hearts.
At this time, any sane person could walk up to any human being in this city.
Everyone would clearly find that their eyes seemed a little confused and their movements were a little stiff.
Just like...
A puppet or a dream.
Not aware of it, not aware of it.
It seemed that all actions were controlled by the subconscious mind.
The city retained its original signs to a certain extent.
"Link to destiny, link to spiritual ocean, link."
"Dream Power Scanning"
"Searching for the power of destiny"
"Magic Information Analysis"
"Space barrier comparison"
"..."
"There is nothing unusual about the East End."
"Two anomalies were found in the Western District."
"Three found in the South District."
"One found in the North District."
"..."
At this moment, any sorcerer staying in London would find a huge and strange spiritual power stirring at a high frequency.
There was order in the agitation, not chaotic at all, but methodical.
Like a machine, it continued to scan the entire city over and over again. It was very subtle and very fascinating.
Cover the 1st pass and the 2nd pass.
Scan the 3rd and 4th times.
In just one minute, it had been scanned no less than 50 times from various angles.
"Three spatial weaknesses have been discovered in the Eastern District and are being tracked."
"The fate of fifty people in the West District has changed. Analyze the source of the anomaly."
"Five traces of chaotic magic appear in the southern area."
"..."
The power of dreams was magical. It could simulate various powers, magic, spiritual power, dark power, light power, destiny power, and more.
And with the huge power of dreams, it enveloped the entire city, transforming into various strange forces that constantly resonated, scanned, analyzed, and compared.
At this moment, a huge amount of information continued to gather in the center of the London Sanctum.
In the hall of the London Sanctum, many top sorcerers were intently watching the light screen emerging in front of them.
Through the systematic arrangement of Dream Spirit, various analysis results were constantly refreshed on the light screen like a waterfall of information.
Magic track routes, London maps, cloud and rain patterns, space fluctuations.
All kinds of extraordinary and non-extraordinary information constantly flashed on the light screen.
Almost every second, hundreds of pieces of information resurfaced and then were swiped down.
Ordinary people would just look dazzled.
But whoever was present was basically a mentally powerful sorcerer, and even the weakest one was a genius like Strange.
Every minute and every second, he had a clear view of the information flashing on the light screen, and he was also doing intense calculations and deductions in his mind, as if trying to find any abnormalities.
After being immersed in analysis for two or three minutes, Strange couldn't stand it anymore. His face was now red, as if he was drunk, or his brain was running at high speed.
He now felt that his spirit seemed to be a little slow and his consciousness was a little stuck, like a computer overloaded with data.
He had to exit the state of analysis, and at the same time cast magic on his brain to relax a bit.
The data was simply too huge and too messy.
He read a lot of information and couldn't understand its function at all.
But he still forced himself to remember.
Because even if you don't know some information now, you may be able to use it later.
At the same time, he watched the status of other sorcerers.
But he found that many sorcerers looked as usual, staring at the light screen in front of them without saying a word, as if they were completely immersed in it.
Strange could only be amazed; they were indeed sorcerers who had practiced for many years.
When he set his sights on Lockhart, who was standing at the front, he found that the other person did not seem to be focusing on the light screen, but instead smiled at him.
In an instant, like a mouse seeing a cat, he withdrew his eyes and continued to focus on the light screen with its mixed information.
At this moment, Lockhart, after looking around for a while, continued to close his eyes.
Mental power communicated with the spirit of dreams, and after filtering, important information continuously appeared in his mind.
The fate of ordinary people, the abnormal fluctuations of magic power gathering points, and the active trajectory of chaotic magic.
While exploring the traces of the fallen sorcerer, he gained a more comprehensive understanding of the London Sanctum, London as a whole, and even the movement of the earth.
Yes, when the traces of the fallen sorcerer could not be detected by ordinary means, he discussed with the guardian sorcerer Arnold and used his own methods to conduct an all-round search.
The movement may have been a bit loud, but with Lockhart's persuasion and Arnold's vigilance about potential dangers, he finally chose to proceed.
Lockhart chose to bring his dream world to London, trying to analyze any possible traces of the fallen sorcerer from all angles.
Of course, this comprehensive analysis would undoubtedly enhance Lockhart's understanding of the Marvel world.
Lockhart had also experienced the advent of dreams in the Harry Potter world before, so he naturally understood the benefits of doing so.
However, the movement was too loud and unusually obvious.
Just like now, there were abnormalities all over London. Ordinary people might not be able to detect the traces, but extraordinary people, particularly sorcerers, would find it impossible not to notice them.
This was why he conferred with the London Sanctum and even cast spells in their presence.
Because if you were not careful, you could easily be led into evil ways.
After all, at first glance, Lockhart's current approach was almost the same as that of Dormammu.
It's just that one was trying to bring his own dimension to the earth and then devour it.
Lockhart, on the other hand, brought his dream world to a city on Earth, analyzed it, and digested it at the information level.
"Ding, 50% of the power of the dream has been consumed, reaching the warning line."
"It will be over in 10 seconds."
"All data will be saved simultaneously and stored in the dream database."
"10, 9, 8..."
Buzz!
A vague fluctuation spread outward, seeming to be releasing some kind of message.
At the same time, the majestic power of the dream began to shrink to the center, and the originally silent city began to become noisy.
It didn't take long, only about 10 minutes.
As the data above the light screen paused, the sorcerers present began to come to their senses, and Lockhart also opened his eyes.
The joy in his eyes also flashed with a hint of physical pain.
In 10 minutes, nearly half of Lockhart's dream power was consumed. This was a continuation of what he had saved during his time in the Harry Potter world.
He had plundered almost the entire world.
It had to be said that the farm machinery in the Marvel world was better than that in Harry Potter.
Of course, the rewards were also great.
"The great creator of the dream world, the recent traces of the fallen sorcerer have been sorted out and compiled into an action roadmap, please check it out."
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