novelhk Chapter 79 Ancient 1's Compassion
Chapter 79 Ancient 1's Compassion
Wanda's body was tense, and black lines spread from her fingertips to her entire body.
This process lasted about three minutes. When the last black line completely spread into Wanda's body, Wanda let out a long sigh of relief.
"Master," Wanda said respectfully, looking up at the Holy Lord with eyes full of fervor and devotion, "I feel I can do anything now."
Shendu extended a hand, and Wanda immediately pressed her face against his palm like a cat: "Your current power surpasses that of any mage in this timeline. As long as you are not too far from me after leaving this timeline, you can continue to use this power."
Wanda looked at Shendu with fervor, focusing all her senses on the cheek covered by Shendu's hand, and said, "Wanda will follow Master forever."
Wang watched this scene from the side, the horse-shaped brand on his forehead becoming more and more obvious. He wanted to look away, but his body was controlled by chaotic magic and he could not move.
The demonic rune on the ground let out a groan and slowly opened its eyes.
Modu's eyes were glazed over for a moment, then he sat up abruptly and instinctively touched his face with both hands. It was smooth, intact, and there was nothing there. Everything seemed normal.
"The Book of Darkness...is me." Mordo's voice was hoarse. He looked at his hands and realized what he had done.
Wang's complex voice came from the side: "You were chosen by the Book of Darkness, and the Holy Lord saved you."
Mordo looked up at Shendu, who was standing in front of Wanda, his golden eyes looking down at him, his face expressionless.
"Thank you," Mordo said solemnly. "If it weren't for you, I might have become a puppet of the Dark Book in this timeline. I really don't know how to repay you."
"No need to rush to repay this favor; you'll have plenty of opportunities to do so in the future," the Holy Lord replied casually.
"My lord, what should we do now? Stephen has rejected us, and the Book of Darkness has been resealed. Our mission..."
Mordo stopped mid-sentence, his pupils contracting slightly as he saw the king's forehead: "Your Majesty, your forehead..."
Wang subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead, but the brand disappeared as soon as his fingers touched his skin, as if it had never appeared.
"It's nothing." Wang noticed nothing unusual. "It's probably just residual magic from when we fought the Book of Darkness earlier."
Modu frowned, wanting to say something, but after opening his mouth, he didn't continue to ask.
The Holy Lord turned to look at Tony, who was standing motionless in the corner with his head down.
"Tony," the Lord called out.
Tony immediately looked up and walked to Shendu's side: "Master."
Tony spoke calmly: "I've contacted other S.H.I.E.L.D. members in this timeline. They don't know our true identities, and Stephen hasn't told them about you and your companions yet."
"Where is Stephen now?" the Lord asked.
Tony: "The Harmando Bridge, the place with the most concentrated divine grace in this timeline, is where he is gathering other magicians to discuss how to deal with us."
The Holy Lord sneered, "Trying to deal with me? It's good that they've gathered, saving me the trouble of searching for them one by one. That group of mages is quite a force to be reckoned with."
Looking at Tony, who appeared completely submissive in this timeline beside Shendu, Wang's expression was complex: "Shendu, did you control him with the Mind Stone?"
The Holy Lord did not answer; in this timeline, it didn't matter what the King thought.
"Wanda," the Lord called out.
Wanda respectfully replied, "Master, I am here."
"You stay here and guard the Sanctuary in New York," the Lord commanded. "If the remaining forces of the mages from this timeline come to their aid, you know what to do."
Wanda nodded, revealing a cruel smile.
"Modu, Little King," the Holy Lord said, looking at the two of them, "you two come with me to the Hamando Bridge."
Mordo nodded immediately, gathering dark power in his hands. The king's body stiffened for a moment. He wanted to resist, but his intuition told him that staying with the Holy Lord was like asking a tiger for its skin.
But Wang finally nodded. He felt like he was sinking deeper and deeper into a dark swamp.
As the Lord left the Holy Place, the air outside was cold and dry, carrying a faint smell of blood.
In the distance, streaks of orange magic spread across the Hammandu Bridge—Stephen's magic.
The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes as he looked at the lights, his smile growing wider: "Let's go, let me meet this newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme who killed his own teacher."
Wang summoned a portal and followed at the very back. He looked at the Holy Lord's back and felt an unprecedented fear welling up in his heart.
The Harmanton Bridge was now packed with people, all of whom had the horse symbol on their foreheads.
A man draped in a red cloak was hovering in mid-air, his hands forming an orange-yellow magic circle. The sacred seal of Vishanti slowly rotated behind him, enveloping half of the bridge.
Stephen's gaze was fixed on the teleportation array that suddenly appeared on the bridge, and the three of them stepped out of the array.
"They're here," Stephen said in a low voice, and the magic circle in his hand instantly expanded.
The Holy Lord was the first to emerge from the portal, his aura of a king emanating from him without any concealment. Mordo and the King stood on either side of the Holy Lord like attendants.
The mages on the bridge tacitly made way for the three, not out of fear, but out of curiosity. They were curious about why the man in the lead, who did not possess any aura of divine grace, dared to come here, and why Stephen would confront him with such a large force.
Stephen slowly descended from the air, hovering one meter above the bridge surface, looking down at the Holy Lord: "I've deduced since that day that you're not from the main universe. To be precise, you have absolutely no aura of this world on you. Who exactly are you?"
The Holy Lord looked down at the ground: "I don't like to look up when I talk to people."
Two black chains appeared out of thin air, pulling Stephen down from the sky and pinning him firmly to the ground. The Holy Lord's disdainful voice rang out again: "You are not qualified to know."
Stephen frowned slightly and shattered the chains that pinned him to the ground. The moment the chains touched him, Stephen felt the divine grace within him sever its connection with him.
"Are you from the Ancient One's faction?" Stephen asked.
Mordo stepped forward: "You know very well that the Ancient One didn't ask for help at all before you killed her."
Stephen's expression remained unchanged. He knew this for sure. As the one who killed his own teacher, he knew better than anyone that the Ancient One hadn't asked for help. However, the expression on the Ancient One's face before her death had always bothered him—it was an expression of pity.