As the figure in the black robe stood up, the space of the entire New York Sanctum began to distort, and the floor everywhere constantly shifted.
Click... Click...
Soon, the Sanctum Sanctorum was transford, and the master bedroom in front of the group was moved aside, replaced by a spiral staircase.
At the end of the spiral staircase was a figure completely shrouded in a black robe.
Below the staircase, Wanda looked up at the shadow at the end of the stairs and asked, "Are you the master of the Dream Dinsion, Stephen Strange?"
Strange took off his hat and looked at Wanda, visibly excited. "Wanda Maximoff, it's you. You don't recognize , and you're so young. Then in your Universe, Christine must still be alive, right?"
Then, he looked admiringly at Amazing Spider-Man. "Amazing Spider-Man, good, you're very good. You've brought such good news. This ti, you've successfully helped find a world with Strange and Christine."
Amazing Spider-Man said resolutely, "Demon, I will never search for other Universes' Stranges and Christine for you. I ca here this ti to settle things with you."
"Oh." Strange chuckled softly.
"Just you all?
"A few Spider-n, and a Scarlet Witch who just awakened. What gives you the courage to think you can defeat ?"
As Strange finished speaking, from the bedrooms in the lounge area on the second floor, armored warriors, holding long swords, erged and surrounded the group, encircling them completely.
Stephen looked down at them, speaking from above, "I'll give you two choices, bug."
"Continue to work for , and find worlds where Christine exists."
"Or, die here."
"Work for , or be killed by , which do you choose?"
Strange's gaze was not only on Amazing Spider-Man but also on the other Spider-n.
As for G'iah, Lucas, and little Gwen, he ignored them.
"I said, I will not work for you to persecute that innocent couple!" Amazing Spider-Man retorted firmly.
Now that Amazing Gwen's soul was no longer in his hands, and he had Sorcerer Spider-Man backing him, he was not afraid of this bastard.
"Innocent couple, hahahaha!" Strange suddenly burst out laughing.
"Do you think that without , Strange and Christine in other worlds would grow old together?"
"This is fate, the fate of Doctor Strange Stephen Strange. Either separate from Christine, or witness Christine's death."
"Just like your fate, Spider-n."
"I just want to break this fate, I'm not wrong."
As Strange roared, the warriors stepped forward, wielding their weapons and slashing at the group.
Just as the Spider-n were about to dodge, a snap of fingers suddenly sounded.
Snap!
Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Lucas slowly release his fingers and lower his arm.
As Lucas lowered his arm, a green energy was stripped from the warriors' bodies and flew towards him. After losing the support of the green energy, the warriors, along with their armor and weapons, turned to dust.
"Who are you?" Strange looked at Lucas, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
"Sorcerer Spider-Man and Sorcerer Supre, Lucas." Lucas said calmly.
"I've never heard that na before. I've seen Sorcerer Supre Wong, Sorcerer Supre Mordo, Sorcerer Supre Kaecilius. But this is the first ti I've heard of Sorcerer Supre Lucas. You are very unusual."
Strange remained vigilant, silently distorting space to widen the distance between them.
Being an unknown, to so extent, ant mystery. And mystery always tended to lead to unexpected trouble.
Especially since he couldn't discern Lucas's true strength at first glance, and even unconsciously ignored him. Even after Lucas had just made his move, he still couldn't see clearly.
"Whether you've heard my na or not is unimportant, what's important is your next choice."
Thump... Thump...
As Lucas's voice sounded, the spiral staircase twisted and shattered layer by layer. And the floor beneath Lucas and the others rose continuously. Eventually, the second floor beca the third floor.
Lucas looked down from above, gazing disdainfully at Stephen.
Just now, while he was slacking off, he had already made a call to the female Ancient One.
Upon learning that the Dinsional Lord of the Dream Dinsion was Stephen Strange, the Ancient One lost her mood for watching the show.
There was one commonality across all Universes: Doctor Strange was the Ancient One's disciple.
And the Ancient One, due to so special reason, had a high degree of information sharing across various Universes. To so extent, she could be regarded as one person.
Although the Ancient One was also half a fun-seeker, she couldn't bring herself to enjoy her disciple's predicant.
After instructing Lucas to clean up the ss, she hung up the communication.
As for why she didn't do it herself?
It certainly wasn't because she was worried about making a fool of herself in front of her other disciples.
"I'll also give you two choices."
"Sign a contract, pay reparations, make offerings, and then I kill you."
"Or, sign a contract, pay reparations, make offerings, and then be killed by ."
"Hahaha!"
Strange was so angered that he laughed aloud.
"You want my Dream Dinsion? If you want it, co and get it!"
Unbeknownst to them, a green mist had already enveloped the Sanctum Sanctorum.
Strange ford a hand seal, and the green mist rapidly gathered towards Lucas, surrounding him completely.
"Sorcerer Spider-Man!"
Amazing Spider-Man's warning voice hadn't even faded when he realized that Lucas had already absorbed all the surrounding green mist.
"Don't absorb this green mist, it will cause terrifying hallucinations."
[Points 4396]
"Terrifying hallucinations? This isn't a hallucination for , and it's not terrifying at all."
Lucas looked at the increased points, and although they couldn't even increase Sacred Body stat by 1, he couldn't help but smile.
Indeed, it was still necessary to find Dinsional Lords. A casual move yielded thousands of points.
"Strange, it seems you've chosen the first option."
Facing a wary Stephen, Lucas exuded a sense of ease.
Seeing that the mist attack was ineffective against Lucas, Strange didn't waste any more words. He ford another hand seal, and countless black crows with crimson eyes flew out of the mist, swooping towards Lucas.
Lucas clenched his hand in mid-air, as if creating a giant suction vortex that drew the flock of crows into it, where they vanished.
"Strange, is this all you've got? Your magic isn't even entertaining. If you don't pull out so new tricks, I won't be so polite."
Lucas's taunt was t with a green energy beam. And an energy attack, facing Lucas, naturally returned without effect.
"Strange, where are your spells? You haven't returned them all to the Vishanti, have you?" Lucas was puzzled.
He had wanted to steal so spells from Strange.
Strange's face twitched when he heard Lucas's words, as if a sore spot had been hit.
"No way? You really returned your spells to the Vishanti?!"
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