When a person is seriously injured, the power they can exert may not even be one-tenth of their usual power.
This is something that even someone as strong as Sorcerer Supreme can't change. In less than two months, she almost fought with the Extraterritorial Gods at least four times. Fighting the Gods and Demons alone, the fact that she was seriously injured is enough to show the strength of Ancient One.
At present, she can only stay in Kamar-Taj to recuperate, but even in the face of the seriously injured Ancient One, the Extraterritorial Gods still carefully probed, which is enough to show how deep the impression Ancient One left on them was.
And now, in the Mirror Dimension Space, the complete body of Saber and the seriously injured Ancient One fought, and the result would be …
"Bang!"
The Mirror Dimension Space shattered, and the semi-conscious Saber was thrown out. This guy looked like he had been trampled by hundreds of elephants. There was no good skin on his whole body, and blood was flowing everywhere, covering his body. His whole spirit was extremely sluggish, and his left arm was hanging abnormally at the edge of his side. This terrible encounter startled both Strange and Tony.
Ancient One, holding a staff, slowly walked out of the broken Mirror Dimension, and the broken Space flowed into a gorgeous brilliance behind her. Sorcerer Supreme still looked sickly as before, and the white robe on her body was not stained. She glanced at Saber.
"1 minute and 27 seconds … At your level of strength, it's not bad, but now, do you really know the power of the Gods?"
"Now, do you know how ridiculous the bet you made with Domam was?"
Ancient One's staff tapped on the ground several times, "You are simply using this world and your soul to play a game that can't be won at all!"
Now, Saber knew where Ancient One's anger came from, but this result was something he had expected. He stood up with difficulty with the help of Tony and said to Sorcerer Supreme.
"I originally wanted Strange to help me pass a message to you. Domam, you can block him, and leave the rest to us … To be honest, I really don't care about the servants of this Evil God!"
"Hmm?"
Ancient One narrowed her eyes, and with a gentle wave of her right hand, a gorgeous crimson light flowed rapidly behind her, and finally, in the dancing light all over the sky, a quaint looking armchair was formed. She sat on it and handed the cane to Strange. She held her left cheek and looked at Saber.
"Looks like you already have a plan? Tell me about it. "
Saber took two quick breaths, allowing the pain that surged through his body from being repeatedly rubbed against the ground several times to dissipate a little.
"Professor Charles, SHIELD's power is enough to deal with Domam's forces in the human world, but the Dark Evil God can't enter the world through space. He can only use his own dark power to strengthen his servants. It's like reaching out his claws to grab something … cutting off the claws is enough."
"Cough cough, I have some influence in Gotham … I have prepared 10 tons of Holy Water and some Holy Silver for them. It should be enough to deal with an invasion from the modern world, right? As long as Domam's main body doesn't enter this world, I think we should have no problem defending the New York Sanctum … "
Ancient One shook his head noncommittally.
"You underestimate Casillas and his dark followers too much. The real wise sorcerers can't appear on the battlefield to fight you. Saber, Modu, and the others have to defend the other two Sanctums. I don't have enough high-end power to support you, so your plan just looks good. It's not that I didn't consider the power of mortals, but they are still too weak in the face of endless extraterrestrial demons."
"No! They are not weak! "
Saber retorted. "They just don't have weapons that can hurt the demons. Bullets stained with Holy Water are devastating to low-level demons, and I am an arms dealer. I think we can hold on … As for Casillas, if an incomplete version of Ghost Rider like me isn't enough … then why don't we find a complete version of the Evil Spirit Killer?"
Ancient One's expression changed a little.
"Johnny Blaze?"
Saber nodded.
"Yes, Johnny! I don't think Johnny can't even kill some dark sorcerers. Anyway, he needs to purify 999 Evil Spirits. After this battle, maybe it will be enough. We have to make the best use of everything. "
Having said that, Saber thought for a while and looked up at Ancient One.
"Speaking of which, after I contracted the demon, I suddenly had a new idea. I don't know what you think about summoning demons? Do you hate this method and power? "
Ancient One closed his eyes slightly.
"No, there is no good or evil in power. It just depends on the will of the user. In the past, there have been examples of demons being summoned to do good deeds. I'm not one of those old-fashioned people from the Hermit Order. As long as a person can suppress the desire for destruction attached to the demon's power, it's not necessarily a bad thing to have more power. It's just that there are too few people in this world who can rely on their soul to suppress the violent will of the demon."
"Well … if that's the case."
Saber licked his lips, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.
"Then I have a slightly bold, immature idea now. What do you think if I choose a group of people with strong enough will to contract demons and use the demon's power to fight?"
"Snap!"
The handle of the chair was crushed by Ancient One. She raised her head and looked at Saber, with a trace of seriousness and caution in her eyes.
"Tell me, Saber Hawk, are you going to establish a new Magic Force? Or … the desire in your heart is no longer satisfied with the power of this world, and you want your The Devil Gang to enter the stagnant Magic World? "
"I'm a very simple person … Really, I didn't think that much."
Saber straightened up, "I'm just trying to find a way to solve the current dilemma. For me, who has already made a bet with Domam, the more power I have at hand, the better. As for the Magic World, that's a matter for the future."
"Hoo …"
Ancient One closed her eyes, and her fingers jumped on the handle of the chair. This silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and finally, she opened her eyes.
"You are making a dangerous decision, Saber. Mortals, in fact, including most Magic People, have an extremely negative view of Evil Spirit Power. I can understand the pressure you are under now, but if you have a conflict with others because of this matter, remember, I will not come forward, you have to take care of all the trouble yourself."
She stood up, reached out, took off the pendant on her chest, and put it in Strange's hand.
"Eye of Agmoto, Strange, I'll lend it to you. As my disciple with the most potential, it can greatly strengthen your time magic, but don't rely on it too much. Then, according to what we said, I'll deal with Domam, and I'll leave the rest to you."
"Pray for success, Saber."
Ancient One walked into the portal, "Once you fail, you will lose everything. I'm serious, you will never want to see that kind of scene. The whole of America has become a dark wasteland, and you are the culprit. The cruelest thing is that you don't even have a chance to atone for your sins."
Ancient One left, and Tony's breathing immediately became normal. This bizarre experience made the Playboy couldn't help but touch his head.
"Dude, who is she? Why is she so … "
"That's Sorcerer Supreme, almost the strongest woman in the world."
"Don't worry about her. You won't have much interaction with her. Oh right, help me find someone … Constantine, the bastard who just left!" Seiber said as he patted Tony's steel-like shoulders. "Don't worry about her. You won't have much interaction with her.
A playful smile appeared on his face.
"I have something to" talk "to him."
At this time, in the departure lounge of the New York airport, Constantine, who was dragging a suitcase, and Chandler, who was carrying a small bag, were waiting at the boarding gate to board the earliest flight out of New York. Constantine was wearing a brown coat and a hat on his head, covering himself completely. He looked around furtively and whispered to Chandler in a low voice, "Hey, Mr. Chandler.
"This time I'm going to the United Kingdom for a while, where are you going?"
Chandler scratched his head with a bitter look on his face.
"Counting my money, it's probably only enough to go to India. I hope I won't go bankrupt there."
"Don't worry, you won't!"
Constantine patted his chest and said confidently, "After those big heroes save New York City, you can come back. Believe me, it will all go smoothly. I always have confidence in our big heroes. They hide in the crowd, and when the world needs them, they will jump out and save the world … Rookies like us only need to cheer them on from behind."
After that, he spread his hands exaggeratedly.
"Ah, living in such a world is really a blessing."
"Then I'm sure you'll be even happier after seeing the boss."
A low voice sounded behind Constantine. At the same time, a hard and cold object was pressed against the back of Hell's Detective's waist.
"Don't move, sir. The boss wants to see you."
Constantine turned his head stiffly and saw four muscular men in black suits and sunglasses. The four of them surrounded him. He said awkwardly, "Guys, I don't know any of your friends.
"Guys, I don't remember having friends like you guys, so … Who's your boss?"
Lewis looked coldly at the slightly handsome and slightly dispirited young man in front of him through his sunglasses.
"Boss Saber sent his regards, Mr. Constantine."
Two hours later, in a villa near the Central City Hospital, Constantine and Chandler, who had more than ten guns pointed at their heads, walked into the heavily guarded house. In the living room, Seber, who had changed into a serious outfit, had his back facing them. Beside him was Strange, who had a hesitant look on his face.
In front of him was a hospital bed with an unconscious patient. There were many complicated instruments around the bed, monitoring the patient's physical characteristics.
Seiber looked at his disfigured brother who had lost both his legs and had been in a deep sleep for 4 years. His original face was blurred in Seiber's memory. Seiber reached out his hand and touched his brother's face. Even though his soul had returned, he still couldn't wake up from his long slumber.
"Sergues … My brother, if we can't live with dignity, at least we can die with dignity. I believe that you wouldn't want to live in such a cowardly manner …"
Saber said softly. Beside him, Lewis and Cooper looked sorrowful. They were the same age as Sergues. Sergues was their leader back then, supporting The Devil Gang with Kevin during the most difficult times. However, the Russian who was strong enough to defeat everything was now living in such a lowly manner. It made everyone feel bad.
Constantine wanted to speak, but Saber raised two fingers, turned around, and looked at Constantine coldly.
"You want that book, don't you?"
Constantine hesitated for a moment and nodded. "The original version of the Book of Solomon. Which sorcerer doesn't want it? I admit that I've done some dishonorable things, but Saber, I really need that book! To do something that I should have done long ago. "
"Don't tell me!"
Saber interrupted Constantine's narration. "I don't want to hear about your business! I'm not interested in these things. You want that book? Sure … Work for The Devil Gang for five years, and that book is yours. "
He spread out his hands and said calmly.
"Then, let's begin your induction test, Constantine."
"Do you see my brother behind me? I want you to summon a devil for him to contract and ensure his survival! If he lives, you live! "
"He dies … You die!"
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