"Stephen, we'll win, right?"
Hiding behind Strange, Chavez asked with extreme nervousness.
"...Me, fighting the King of the Gods?"
After hearing the girl's question, Strange wore an indescribably complicated expression. He hesitated for quite a while before finally taking a deep breath and forming two spell circles to prepare for battle.
"N-No, we can't?"
Chavez had clearly realized that something was wrong.
"Do you see the spear in his hand?" Strange's expression was exceptionally grave. "That is Gungnir, the spear of Odin, King of the Northern Gods... Do you think I can beat Odin?"
"Is he really the King of the Gods?"
Chavez panicked at this. "B-But the myths all describe Odin as an old man, don't they?"
"I didn't say he is Odin himself, but he is indeed a god."
Strange said gravely, "Specifically, a Dimensional Demon God. Back when I had the Time Stone, I was fortunate enough to fight one. The result was that he killed me alive over a thousand times. I don't know whose variant he is, but clearly, our chances of winning are zero..."
"Then are you going to hand me over?"
Chavez asked worriedly.
"I never said I would hand you over... but I hope you can find a way to get me out of this damn place!"
As Strange answered the girl's question, he looked toward Fang Mo. Then, suddenly taking the initiative, he hurled a spell circle forward and charged at Fang Mo himself, rapidly gathering more magic in his hands. Perhaps he intended to stall Fang Mo first and buy Chavez some time.
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Fang Mo raised an eyebrow and effortlessly caught the spell circle with one hand.
He recalled Kamar-Taj's spells for a moment, then planted Gungnir beside him and reached out to scribble over the spell circle with