Kamar-Taj's three Sanctuaries did not exist in reality. Ancient One used his amazing attainments in Space Magic to maintain the Sanctuaries in the Mirror Dimension between reality and illusion. This meant that unless the magic of the Mirror Dimension was broken, the Sanctuaries would not appear in front of ordinary people.
This was a good thing, but also a bad thing. Once the Sanctuary was attacked, the mages who stayed in it would be like catching a turtle in a jar.
Bang!
Dust splattered everywhere, and the simple and gorgeous tiles were torn apart by the claws that reached out from the darkness. The mages standing there did not even have time to look back before they were pressed into a pool of blood on the ground.
Boom!
The scorching dark red energy bombarded the walls of the Sanctuary like a cannonball. This attack from a Greater Demon made this sacred place tremble. Countless light runes sprang up like eggshells in flames, protecting everyone present with difficulty. But frankly speaking, in the face of opponents coming from all directions, those ferocious existences, the people who remained on the battlefield had begun to feel despair.
The London Sanctuary had once again drawn the first lot. It seemed that Archmage Casillas had a deep grudge against the place where he used to work. In the second large-scale attack, he had resolutely chosen this oldest Sanctuary.
The Evil Gods had just been repelled before, so there were not too many Supra existences joining the invasion this time. However, the spreading darkness from the Dark Dimension was still eroding all the land around the Sanctuary under the command of Casillas. But the main force of the war was still the traitorous Shadow and Summoner Master, as well as his Evil God believers.
This was too terrifying … Wherever the dark fog went, everything was quickly corroded. Even the sacred defense that the Sanctuary should have could not stop this corrosion from deepening. Especially when Casillas opened the portal to hell, letting those furious ghosts and various evil beings run around the streets and alleys of London to kill, the mages could only be trapped in the Sanctuary in despair.
One-third of the power had been dispersed to prevent those monsters that did not belong to the human world from wreaking havoc in this city. This was what they should do. Once they started killing, the skyrocketing number of dead souls would only make Casillas' attack even more terrifying.
And even if the entire positive magic power of the United Kingdom was gathered, it would be very difficult for them to fight against such an attack.
"Be careful!"
Strange waved both of his hands, and a dazzling crimson chain of light wrapped around the neck of a specter that had rushed into the Sanctum. With a fierce pull, the specter's body was torn apart by the surging magic. However, when he turned around, he saw that the space behind Hamir was torn apart, and a pair of scaly claws viciously clawed at the old mage.
Bang!
The King jumped down from the second floor, brandishing his long staff. His clothes were already a mess from all kinds of blood. The beast-headed staff in his hand smashed fiercely into the two claws, breaking them from the middle. A howl of despair rang out, and the space shattered. It was an ugly devil with bat wings. Wizard Hamir turned around, and a silent murderous intent flashed under his comical round glasses.
The magic sword in his hand drew a dazzling arc in the air and cut off the devil's head. Thus, another evil soul was sent to its rightful place.
"Be careful of the Shadowhounds!"
At the very front of the Sanctum, an old mage wearing a black robe and holding a staff in his hand spread out burning flames, preventing the evil spirits and the dark aura from invading. He saw that the space had shattered again, so he turned around and shouted at his companions who were still struggling to resist.
"Casillas's Shadowhounds are coming!"
"Howl howl howl!"
With a chaotic howl, more than ten Shadowhounds covered in purple shadows pounced out of the space, tearing apart the defensive line that had been painstakingly reorganized within the Sanctum. What was worse was that these troublesome Shadowhounds were only the vanguard. Behind them, there were evil god believers wearing black robes and burning eyes hanging on their chests.
Most of these fellows were former apprentices of Casillas, and some were dark wizards that he had recruited from the dark world of magic. They were all ruthless and cunning.
"Ah!"
An old knight wearing medieval armor was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground by the Shadowhounds. The flames around his body burned the bodies of the Shadowhounds, but it was unable to stop the furious dark beasts from gnawing at him. In just an instant, his arm was bitten off.
The old knight's howl made Strange, who had just dealt with the Shadowhounds, want to rush over to help, but he was blocked by two black-hooded fellows. They held invisible sharp blades in their hands, and dark magic surged around their bodies. Compared to these real spellcasters, Strange was more or less a newbie in the world of magic.
However, the current situation did not allow him to retreat. He spread out his hands, and two dancing red sparks formed a sharp runic halo in his palms. Strange took a deep breath and recalled the few times he had seen Saber in battle. He imitated that guy's aura and movements, and pounced toward the spellcaster in front of him.
"Get out of the way!"
Bang! Bang!
The halo in his hand collided with the invisible sharp blades of the spellcasters, forcibly opening a path. He turned around and threw out the halo in his left hand. That thing was like a sharp boomerang, blocking the two silent dark believers. The halo in his right hand flew out and cut off the heads of the two Shadowhounds, then returned to his hand.
As a beginner, Strange's magic was shockingly powerful. Clearly, he was different from Seiber. He was a natural-born spellcaster.
However, talent was not enough to make up for the lack of experience. After saving the old knight, he was faced with a situation where he was attacked from both sides. Fortunately, Kamar-Taj's side still had the advantage inside the Sanctum. Strange and the two spellcasters fought for less than 10 seconds before they were stopped by the Warlocks who rushed over to help, giving Strange time to do what he needed to do.
"Call for backup!"
Strange rushed to the deepest part of the Sanctum, where there was a magic circle that was still struggling to maintain. He shouted toward it.
"Modu! We need backup, Casillas is destroying the London Sanctum, come quickly! Bring everyone here! "
"Hold on for 5 minutes, Strange! The battle in Hong Kong has just ended, we need 5 minutes to reactivate the teleportation circle! "
Modu's tired voice sounded in the magic circle. In recent days, the Sorcerers have been running for their lives. The advantage of Ancient One's defensive magic circle is that as long as the three Sanctums are not broken, the demons of the other world will not be able to appear anywhere else on earth, but the disadvantage is that the three Sanctums are definitely the main direction of attack of these demons.
This leads to frequent battles, and every battle is very tragic … Almost all of Kamar-Taj's Sorcerers are injured, and the most important thing is that there is no hope in this kind of persistence. No one knows when the attack of the demons will end.
"Five minutes!"
Strange rejoined the battlefield, and under the release of a sound amplifying magic, he shouted at the other Sorcerers who were still persisting.
"Hold on for five more minutes! Brothers, the reinforcements are coming! "
This news greatly boosted the morale of everyone present. They even launched a wave of counterattacks and chased out the evil creatures that invaded the Sanctum. This scene obviously could not escape the eyes of Casillas, who had been floating in the air and observing the battlefield. An extremely impatient expression appeared on the face of this summoner master.
After signing a contract with Domumu, the power of darkness allowed him to become young again. However, as a price, a crack similar to the dry earth had appeared at the edge of his eyes. It was a shocking sight, but for the archmage himself, this wasn't an unbearable price. He took out the Book of Time from his chained pocket and flipped a few pages in the air while chanting in a voice that made one's hair stand on end.
At this moment, the Mana from the Dark Dimension was completely mobilized. It disappeared behind Casillas as if it had been absorbed, tearing open the door to the mysterious place.
A sudden burst of pressure made the mages of the Sanctum, who had just heaved a sigh of relief, raise their heads abruptly. As a result, they saw that the sky of the Sanctum had been torn apart, as if it was connected to a bottomless abyss. The black liquid was swallowing and spitting, as if it was a crazy place where all evil was hidden. The huge claws, which were like white bones, were twisted and interlaced, but like swatting a fly, they slammed down fiercely on the crumbling London Sanctum.
The white bone claw was the size of ten adults added together, and its claws were wrapped in a dark green light. When it touched the sky above the Sanctum, a dazzling crimson Runic Magic Circle expanded, forming a shield-like halo, blocking the claw in the air.
But in less than a second, the Runic Shield shattered, and the claw continued to descend. The golden flames in the air continued to burn the body of the claw, but this needle-like pain stimulated the body of the melon seed more and more. It let out a wail that hurt everyone's ears in the abyss, and the claw smashed down faster and more fiercely.
The flames extending from the Sanctum had condensed into substance in the air, as if half of the sky had been ignited, but it still could not stop the arrival of destruction. Like a warhammer smashing the ground, under everyone's horrified gazes, the white bone claw fiercely smashed on the top of the Sanctum.
It was like a castle made of sand on the beach being pressed down from above by a naughty child. When the first brick flew out from the top of the Sanctum, Strange imagined everything that would happen next.
Unstoppable!
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, there was not a trace of obscurity or obstruction. The entire ground of London shook like an earthquake at this moment, and the ancient Sanctum that was still able to hold on was completely destroyed by this blow. Blood gushed out from the broken walls on both sides, and all the perseverance seemed to have become a joke.
After doing all this, the white bone claw suddenly disappeared, and cracks appeared in the mirror dimension itself. Amidst Casillas' maniacal laughter, the unobstructed evil spirits and cultists raised their weapons and rushed towards the unprotected mages. As long as the magic core under the ground of the London Sanctum was destroyed, the magic net that enveloped the world would be completely destroyed.
The God of Darkness was about to descend upon this world!
And in the ruins, the ashen-faced Strange looked in despair at the dark mist and the ferocious evil spirits rolling in from all directions. The ground beside him was full of broken limbs. That was the blood and sacrifice of the brave, but today, it had become an unrequited sacrifice.
"We're going to die … right?"
The old knight who was rescued by Strange was lying beside him. Both of his legs had been crushed, and he had lost his left arm. His old face was covered in blood. "Cough, cough, there's no hope … Run, young man, leave this place … Run!"
Strange raised his left hand with great difficulty, and a rune appeared on his fingertips. More than ten howling shadow hounds rushed out from the darkness in front of him, howling madly as they charged towards Strange. Behind them were evil spirits wielding bone weapons. They had never been this vicious before, and their thirst for blood caused Strange's entire body to tremble.
"Don't run! You won't be able to escape! "
Strange struggled to stand up, and a rune halo bloomed on his hands. "Someone told me that as long as I'm not afraid, nothing can stop me …"
"I'm not afraid! I've already entered this world. How can I possibly be willing to return to being an ordinary person! "
The shadow hounds leaped high into the air, and pounced towards Strange from all directions. He had no way of dodging this. Death had never been so close to him. He raised the halo in his hand, and viciously slashed towards the shadow hounds in front of him. It was not for victory, there was no victory, only this final attack.
The runic light wheel sliced open the head of the shadow hound, and a second light wheel flew out, snapping another shadow hound from the middle of its body. But it was useless … there were more shadow hounds, and behind the shadow hounds, there were even more evil spirits. He looked up and saw that the sorcerers, who were all injured, were surrounded by evil spirits that far outnumbered them. Sorcerer Hamir had been stabbed three times, but he was still fighting with his life on the line. The fierce-looking King waved his beast head staff like a wild beast that had reached the end of its road. He was crazy, but there was also an indescribable sense of tragedy.
The confrontation between this world and the Old Gods had just begun. A magnificent world had just opened its doors in front of him, but he no longer had the chance to continue. He was unable to pursue what he wanted to do. This was such a hopeless situation.
Strange closed his eyes as he faced the Shadowhound's wide-open maw, its sharp, jagged teeth, and its rotting stench. Facing the imminent death, he couldn't maintain his composure. A bitter and indescribable smile appeared on his face.
"As expected …"
He loosened his hands. "I still can't become a hero …"
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