"So, this is the reason why you came to me?"
Saber sipped his tea slowly and turned to look at Angela and Father Hannasi, who were sitting opposite him. "Because your sister might believe in the son of some evil god, or her death might be related to this son of evil god?"
His fingers danced on the table.
"Listen to me, Angela. This matter has nothing to do with me now. Another organization has taken over this responsibility, so you should go to them."
He looked at Angela.
"Also, if you say that you found the mastermind but can't kill it, then if I'm in a good mood, I'll help you. You said that you don't want to look anymore and you want to return to the life of a mortal. I will give you my blessings. But I'm not interested in these things. I'm not interested in being a detective. I'm not interested in investigating … Listen, girl. I'm a very simple person. I prefer to solve problems directly. Do you understand what I mean? "
Angela nodded. After killing Basazo with her own hands, this former detective had grown at an astonishing speed. In just one night, she had gained a calmness that was beyond her age. Coupled with her superb talent, she would definitely be a very good warrior in the future. However, Saber had no intention of recruiting her.
He knew very well that at least before Isabella's matter was resolved, Angela would not leave New York with him. Frankly speaking, Saber was not interested in this matter.
His relationship with Angela wasn't so good that he was willing to risk his life for her. Angela had given him the information he needed, and he had freed himself from the restraints that Angela had placed on him. He had given her a different future, and the two of them were even now. It could even be said that Seber had made a losing deal, and he had obviously sacrificed more.
"Then, where should we go to seek help?"
Father Hannasi, who was more mature, asked. "Father Midnight's bar was destroyed. If he was still there, we could go find him. But now … we have nowhere to go."
Hearing this, Saber shrugged. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
"The existence of the road forever depends on whether you can discover it … Go to Greenwich Village. If you are lucky, you will find people who can help you. They are much stronger than me."
Saber did not mind giving them hope. After Angela and Father Hannasi left, he lay on the rooftop of the villa, basking in the sun comfortably. This would be his last day in New York. Sergues and the rest had already returned to Gotham, and Saber would return to his hometown the next day.
The hybrids were frightened by the massacre, and they all ran away. Seiber had done what he was supposed to do, and the beautiful and peaceful times had arrived. He didn't mind experiencing a leisurely pace of life in between.
But two hours later, a teleportation door quietly opened in the hall behind Saber. Strange walked to the balcony with a solemn expression and patted the sleeping Saber on the shoulder. At the next moment, a huge force slammed into his chest and pressed him to the ground.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang, and when Seiber opened his eyes in a daze, he saw that he was choking Strange's neck. Strange was struggling madly, but he couldn't break free. Seiber was stunned for a moment before he let go of Strange and spoke lazily.
"It is dangerous to approach a person who has the Beast Sense … You should be glad that I do not have claws or other sharp objects …"
Strange was honestly shocked by the swift attack just now. It was hard to imagine that it was an instinctive counterattack. He could not help but touch his neck.
"Alright, I will tell you in advance next time. I am here to ask you something."
Saber took out a glass of ice juice from the fridge and drank it while looking at Strange. "What is it?"
"It's about this symbol!"
Strange took out a piece of paper from his pocket. On it was a dark red symbol of a cross and a ring. He placed it in front of Saber. "When you chased the half-bloods away, did you see this?"
"Uh … No."
Saber rubbed his temples and lay on the sofa. "At least I did not see it. Why? Is there a problem with this symbol?"
Strange put the paper away and turned to take out a glass of juice from the fridge.
"How should I put it? We are not sure if this is a problem yet. An hour ago, the girl named Angela who was with you entered the Sanctum. She claimed that her sister died in an accident caused by demon possession. Wizard Hogness took this matter very seriously. Later, we found this symbol … the symbol of Mammon. Based on what this guy has done in the past 300 years …"
Strange sighed and said with a look of annoyance, "That's right.
"This could very well be a sign of a long-planned cross-border incident. Damn it, there's no end to these things. I was planning to travel to Europe with Palmer in a few days, but now it looks like I'll be busy for a long time."
"Cross-Border?"
Saber's expression became strange. "Similar to the incident with the Witchcraft Heart Demon? These bastards still want to enter the human world? "
"Yeah, something like that."
Strange nodded and explained patiently, "That's right.
"You already know that because of the existence of the Sorcerer Supreme, those Gods and Demons can only enter the human world in the form of a soul descending carrier. Those are the hybrids. I have a general understanding of the cross-border incident that you dealt with in Las Vegas. The Witchcraft Heart Demon obviously forced its way into the human world from the border of hell … So it is a bigger threat."
"But from this incident, the Son of Darkness, Mammon, should be planning a normal descent. Angela's sister, the girl named Isabella, should be the carrier he chose for himself. To be honest, this kind of thing happens every day, but unlike other demons, Mammon is obviously a bigger threat."
"Oh? What do you mean? "
Saber was interested in these strange things, but he was more interested in listening to a story. He sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked at Strange. "Come, tell me the story of this bastard."
Strange took out a simple silver pocket watch and looked at the time.
"Well, we still have 20 minutes, enough to finish."
After saying that, he cleared his throat.
"Mammon … calls himself the Son of Darkness. He is actually very similar to the Witchcraft Heart Demon that you killed last time. I am referring to his origin. The Witchcraft Heart Demon is the child of Mephisto, and Mammon is … the child of Lucifer. Uh, not the kind that was born naturally. Lucifer is one of the rulers of hell, and Mammon was born with his sins.
It is an incarnation. "Doctor Strange's finger drew a very ugly devil image in the air. It looked like an ordinary zombie, except for the dark energy wrapped around its body.
"Look, this is it. It is very ugly, and this guy's strength is not worth mentioning, but his ability is very strange. In history, Mammon has crossed the line seven times, and each time, it was accompanied by large-scale chaos and turmoil. He can easily affect people's hearts, arouse their desires, and distort the moral and legal concepts in people's hearts. The sin that we know is his best weapon."
Strange sipped his juice and leaned back on the sofa.
"This is an extremely narcissistic schemer. It is said that in the 'Hell Bible' that is circulated in hell, he calls himself the 'King of the Future and Present'. He said that he would transcend the cowardice of the rulers of hell, reopen the door to the real world, and then lead the demons to conquer this world. He is a very arrogant guy."
Saber nodded in understanding.
"Uh … an unstable factor spreader. No wonder the old man values him so much. Then what are you going to do? Kill him directly? "
Strange scratched his head.
"Uh, no! We plan to purify Isabella's body directly and erase all the uncertain factors before he descends on that poor girl … It has been an eventful period recently. Who knows what kind of consequences Mammon's crossing the line will cause at this sensitive time, so we have to be careful. "
"I came to you for this purpose."
Strange tapped his finger on the table. "We have to make sure that Mammon has prepared any other carriers besides Isabella."
"I don't think so."
Saber rubbed his chin. "All the mixed-blood bastards have run away. Speaking of which, is there anything special about this carrier that carries the soul of a god? And that damn ritual. "
"For ordinary demons and holy spirits, there are no restrictions, but for special demons like Mammon, the steps for them to choose a carrier are very complicated. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to only descend seven times in three hundred years."
Strange stood up and patted his clothes.
"I'm just doing my best. In fact, Mage Hogness doesn't think that Mammon will be lucky enough to find two carriers that can carry his soul at the same time. Alright, the matter is done. I should go back. I won't send you back to Gotham tomorrow. Recently, the magical items that I have been monitoring are making my head explode."
"Magical items? What is that? "
Saber sent Strange to the balcony and asked curiously, "Are there some strange things?"
"To be precise, there are some things that are not fun at all!"
Strange pursed his lips. "Some items that are made by powerful mages or come from gods and demons need to be monitored. Once they fall into the hands of talented mortals, it will cause a lot of trouble. In fact, there are many magical items around the world. Most of Kamar-Taj's power is used to monitor the existence of these magical items."
"For example?"
Saber asked. Strange stopped and pondered for a moment.
"For example, Nicholas Flamel's Alchemy Stone … We usually call it the Philosopher's Stone. In folklore, it is said that this thing can make people immortal, but in fact, its effect is more terrifying than immortality. The Philosopher's Stone is used to suppress the secret realm where the descendants of the Northern European Frost Giants live. If it is stolen, the people of Northern Europe will be in an instant."
"For example, Merlin's Book of Beasts, the sacred book of the Druids. It is said that it came from the extinct Celtic Gods. It can give ordinary people the power to command and transform into beasts. It doesn't sound threatening, right? But think about it, if that guy drives the fire dragon hiding in the secret realm of Ireland to attack the human world, or if a fire dragon appears on the streets of Manhattan … it will be another disaster. "
Strange rubbed his forehead.
"That thing was previously sealed in the London Sanctum. Now it is placed here in New York, guarded by Master Hogness himself. In fact, the Book of Solomon is also a magical item. It contains a complete magic seal and knowledge that is enough for orthodox mages to learn. There is also a magic circle to summon the seventy-two gods and demons, but it is not as powerful as it sounds. It is more of a symbol of knowledge."
"It sounds boring, just like a toy."
Saber pursed his lips. "Don't you have something more powerful?"
"More powerful?"
Strange scratched his head. "Does the Spear of Fate count? The spear that stabbed Christ is said to be able to make everything within 120 feet submit to it. When it is wielded by a powerful shaman, it can even break all the restrictions in the world. It is said to be the most terrifying weapon in myths and legends … Wait a minute! "
Doctor Strange's expression suddenly turned strange. He seemed to have thought of something. He took a step back and sat on the chair that Seiber had placed there. He scratched the hair on both sides of his forehead as he became more and more agitated. It was as if he had suddenly thought of something that made him uneasy.
After a moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at Saber.
"Say, this thing has disappeared for decades, but it suddenly appeared at this time. Coupled with its strange ability, isn't it too much of a coincidence?"
"Oh?"
Saber snorted. He patted Strange's shoulder with a strange expression. "If you really want to ask me, I will say … there is probably no such thing as a coincidence in this kind of thing. It seems that you are in big trouble. Please allow me to make a sad face."
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