Sorcerer Mordo watched the metal blade spring out from Strange's forearm, a flash of astonishment crossing his eyes.
He had never seen such a thing before.
Moreover, in his understanding, a duel between sorcerers should be a collision of spells and spells, rather than pulling out knives like street thugs.
Before he could say anything.
The next second, Strange's figure vanished into thin air right before his eyes.
This!
Mordo's pupils focused.
This was not an invisibility spell, nor was it spatial teleportation.
This was purely extreme speed that surpassed the limits of human visual capture!
Surprise was surprise, but Mordo was, after all, a battle-hardened sorcerer.
Relying on the combat instincts trained over years, he began casting seals the moment Strange disappeared.
With a flip of his hands, magic gathered in his palms.
Golden sparks leaped, and the Rings of Raggadorr were about to form.
But Strange understood all of this too well.
He himself was one of the most outstanding sorcerers of Kamar-Taj.
He clearly knew the sealing sequence of every spell, the speed at which magic flowed through the meridians, and even the fractional-second delay required for a defensive shield to go from casting to complete solidification.
Strange lowered his body, sliding in and cutting through at an extremely tricky angle.
He avoided Mordo's hands, which were gushing out magical protection, and the blade kicked up a cold gleam, aiming straight for Mordo's flank.
Hiss——
Blood splashed.
Mordo let out a painful muffled grunt, his body staggering backward.
Before the defensive spell had time to bloom with light, it was forcibly interrupted.
Enduring the intense pain, Mordo quickly pinched out a new spell seal.
The phantom of the Crimson Bands wrapped around his fingertips, attempting to restrict Strange's speed.
But under the blessing of the Sandevistan, Strange's speed was simply a dimensionality-reduction strike to Mordo.
The biggest weakness of mystic sorcerers was the pre-casting wind-up.
Any magic required guidance from gestures or incantations.
As long as this process was interrupted, a mystic sorcerer was no different from a slightly stronger ordinary person.
"Whoosh!"
Blood splashed.
Mordo let out a miserable scream as his left wrist was slashed open with a deep gash by the sharp blade, his tendon severed.
The condensing magic instantly collapsed, turning into tiny sparks that dissipated in the air.
Fortunately, the magic shield in his right hand had already formed, giving him a slight sense of relief.
But Strange did not intend to give Mordo a chance to breathe.
Like a ghost, he launched a stormy attack around Mordo.
Left thrust, right stab, sliding tackle, slash.
Trapped in place, Mordo could only desperately maintain the Shield of the Seraphim.
But in front of Strange's unfathomable offensive, Mordo's magic defense became riddled with holes.
Blade after blade crossed the shield and grazed his shoulders, thighs, ribs... In just one minute, dozens of wounds of varying depths appeared on his body.
This feeling was simply a lingering death.
"Y-You, what kind of monster have you turned into?!" Mordo hugged his bleeding arm, collapsed to the ground, and stared in horror at the two mantis blades on Strange's forearms that had caused him so much suffering.
"Is it hard to understand, Mordo?" Strange sneered, "As a surgeon, it's quite reasonable for me to carry two scalpels with me, right?"
Looking at Mordo, who had lost his combat capability, he raised the mantis blade, preparing to knock Mordo unconscious with the back of the blade.
He didn't want to kill anyone; he just wanted to take Christine and leave safely.
Just as the back of the blade was about to come down.
Swoosh!
The sound of breaking air came from afar.
A Vibranium shield painted with the Union Jack pattern smashed into the side of Strange's mantis blade.
Clang!
The huge recoil shock made him take a few steps back.
The shield traced an arc in the air, bouncing high up.
Captain Carter leaped down from the air, catching the flying back shield.
Then, with one hand holding the shield and one knee hammering the ground, she landed steadily in front of Mordo.
She straightened up, her gaze fixed alertly on Strange.
"Enough, Stephen." Captain Carter warned in a deep voice, "You have already proven your danger, don't make things worse."
Strange narrowed his eyes slightly, his brain thinking rapidly.
Captain Carter's arrival meant that the other members of the Illuminati, and even those endless ultron robots, would soon surround this place.
His top priority now was to take Christine away, rather than staying here for a meaningless war of attrition.
Strange looked quietly at Captain Carter without answering.
He turned and rushed to Christine's side, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Hold onto me." Strange said in a low voice.
Christine obediently hugged his neck tightly.
"Stop him!" Mordo shouted, clutching his wound.
Captain Carter hurled the shield with all her might.
The corner of Strange's mouth curled up.
Sandevistan, overclocking activated.
The high-speed spinning Vibranium round shield instantly became as slow as a snail in Strange's eyes.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Strange turned into afterimages, instantly vanishing into the night of New York.
...
Homelander Universe, New York, Vought Tower.
Homelander's ears suddenly sounded with the system prompt tone.
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He was slightly stunned, and then the corners of his mouth smiled lightly.
"This guy... has quite a tough life."
At this time, America, after taking a shower in Homelander's suite, changed into a clean set of clothes and finished eating three pizzas.
After completely calming down, she followed Homelander's suggestion and returned to Kamar-Taj with Sorcerer Ancient One.
But Wanda refused to leave with Sorcerer Ancient One.
"Don't leave me." She hugged Homelander tightly with both hands, pressing her entire body against him.
"As long as I close my eyes, I will remember that nothingness... I am afraid of losing you again, I am afraid all of this is a dream. I must stay by your side."
Homelander smiled slightly, which was exactly what he wanted.
He reached around to hug Wanda's shoulders, gently stroking her long hair.
How could he possibly let the super leek that he finally found run away?
She must be kept by his side to be harvested well.
"Alright, I won't leave." Homelander lowered his head and whispered affectionately, "Starting today, you will live with me. Nothing can hurt you, I promise."
Hearing this, the gloom in Wanda's eyes was instantly swept away.
She slightly pouted, gently planting a kiss on Homelander's lips, her face beaming with a happy smile.
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Homelander's face was also beaming with a happy smile.
...
However, there were two women who could not be happy no matter what.
One was the acting CEO of Vought, Jessica.
The other was the acting Director of the reorganized new S.H.I.E.L.D., Skye.
Originally, Wanda's awakening and soul's return was a joyous event for everyone.
Jessica and Skye expressed their congratulations at the first instance.
But they quickly discovered that the direction of things had become very bad.
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