Dormammu Holds a Grudge, a Lineup That Felt Like Yesterday

"Woz?"

What brings you here?

"Are there any results from the experiment?"

Beckett was clearly surprised to see Woz.

"No, Ms. Carol's research has been suspended. Gates informed us of an unusual energy surge in Asgard, Woz felt that Your His Highness Beckett might be in danger, so he rushed over."

Amidst the ruins, Woz, hopping down from the spaceship with his short legs, scratched the back of his head and explained to Beckett why he had piloted the spaceship out of the Dark Order.

Beckett's safety is paramount; this was a principle Thanos wrote into its core data when he created it.

"You're quite loyal." Hela glanced at Woz, the big-faced cat she often thought of even when she was sealed away.

"Thank you for your compliment, Ms. Hela." Looking up at Hela, Woz's eyes were full of sincerity.

"It's just a boring Fire Giant, nothing to worry about." Beckett patted Woz on the head and walked straight toward the direction of the spaceship.

"Woz, do you know the location of the Sanctum Sanctorum?"

"Lord Thanos's database contains the specific coordinates, Your His Highness Beckett."

"Then let's set off and go see the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One."

Intrigued by Hela's words, Beckett conceived the idea of meeting the Ancient One.

The main issue is that Thanos for a considerable period of time is indeed quite long.

Beckett was a little worried.

If you want to know the specifics, going to see the Ancient One is undoubtedly the fastest way.

"You'd better wait until I've dealt with him before you go, Beckett."

Hela, her fingers twitching, grabbed her younger brother's long golden hair and warned, "The Ancient One is proficient in all kinds of magic, while you are not."

"You're going to kill him?"

"Kill him? No, he is my brother after all." Hela shook her head, her words filled with contempt for Thor.

"Trash should go where trash belongs, shouldn't it?" Hela looked up, meeting Beckett's gaze with a gentle smile, yet it sent a chill down Thor's spine...

Earth, New York Sanctum.

Having barely suppressed the backlash from Dormammu's breaking of the seal, the Ancient One opened her eyes from meditation, and the ornament on her chest called the Eye of Agamotto suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

"Is it still not working...?"

A sickly pallor appeared on Ancient One's face, but she quickly suppressed it.

The future is shrouded in uncertainty; even now, she cannot use the Time Stone to see too far into the future.

This is very abnormal, very inconsistent with magic, and very inconsistent with the status of the Time Stone.

But it happened right in front of the Ancient One.

Therefore, the Ancient One was very worried.

"What exactly happened in the future...?"

Even the Time Stone, a fundamental element of the universe, could not reveal the full picture.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

As he thought about it, Ancient One felt that the injuries he had just suppressed were starting to recur. An uncontrollable cough brought out bright red blood.

The backlash from the Dark Dimension ultimately caused her irreparable damage.

During her previous confrontation with Thanos, Dormammu, who suddenly broke free of his seal and intervened, left an incurable wound on the Ancient One.

Those injuries were enough to kill an ordinary expert on the spot.

Only because the Ancient One's strength far exceeded Dormammu's imagination was she able to hold out for so long and even find a very outstanding successor.

"Are we... almost at the end...?"

Ancient One's expression darkened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Her disciple Stephen Strange's growth rate far exceeded her expectations; at this rate, he would definitely become the strongest person in the history of the Sorcerer Supreme lineage.

For the Ancient One, who has lived for so long, that is enough.

Her disciple's excellence was enough to allow her to leave with peace of mind.

Unfortunately, she was unable to witness her disciple's growth firsthand.

Standing up, the Ancient One, having made up her mind, cleaned up the bloodstains on the floor and then removed the Eye of Agamotto from her chest. Closing her eyes and adjusting her disordered breathing and state, she then appeared in the room of her closed-door disciple, Stephen Strange, as usual.

The dim oil lamp flickered suddenly, then returned to silence.

However, on the table that originally only had an oil lamp, there was now an extra letter and an Eye of Agamotto.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Stephen Strange, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in a meditative state, did not notice anything unusual.

"Dormammu, you must not interfere with his growth yet."

The soft murmur gradually faded away, and the Ancient One put on the hood of her orange sorcerer's robe, completely concealing her bald head that reflected the moonlight.

A light flashed beneath Ancient One's feet, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared outside the gates of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

At that moment, Beckett and Hela also emerged from the teleportation array on the Bifrost...

The two sides came face to face in an instant.

"Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One." Hela never expected that she would see the Ancient One, who was recorded in Odin's database, as soon as she stepped out of the Bifrost.

"Beckett, Hela." The Ancient One made a hand seal and greeted the two.

"I know what you've come here for, but I can tell you that all of this was the work of Dormammu."

Before Beckett and Hela could even begin to question her, the Ancient One pushed open the doors to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

The aura emanating from the dark Nebula that enveloped the Sanctum was enough to silence Beckett and Hela.

"Dormammu ...?" Beckett frowned; he seemed to recognize the name...

"The opponent we encountered together in Midgard last time, if I remember correctly, was someone who called himself Dormammu's subordinate."

While Beckett was still pondering why Dormammu sounded familiar, Hela directly stated the specific incident, even faster than Woz could give the result.

"???"

"Even if you were imprisoned for thousands of years and couldn't do anything, you still have this memory." Hela was reluctant to mention this shameful past.

"Yes, that person was indeed one of my men."

A dense black mist erupted from the Dark Sanctum in an instant, engulfing the three people standing on the ground. Beckett felt everything go black, and when he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had changed.

"A variant subspace of the Dark Dimension, this is the battlefield opened up by Dormammu." The Ancient One, who knew this Lord of the Dark Dimension intimately, instantly conjured two crimson circular magic circles in her hands as a reminder.

"The heir of Agamotto, the son of Thanos, and the daughter of Odin..."

Are you ready to face death?

A figure engulfed in magical flames tore through the sky of the subspace and descended...

Meanwhile, Thanos, trapped in the true Dark Dimension, suddenly saw Beckett, Hela, and the Ancient One facing Dormammu...

Dormammu, with his bared teeth and claws, looks just like he did back then.

However, the people standing in front of him now are no longer Thanos, Odin, and Agamotto; but Beckett, Hela, and the Ancient One.

"Beckett ..."

Thanos squinted, this battle that felt like yesterday made him grip the Great Blade tightly in his hand.

He finally understood what that bastard Dormammu was up to.

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