Chapter 640

Although Rajiv agreed to help, the current situation did not allow them to simply spend a dozen minutes making a "Fake Key" like before and use it to pass through the doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

All the sorcerers had been stripped of their magic. Their spellcasting now relied entirely on the armor they wore, which meant that if they wanted to cast "Fake Key" again, they would have to invent the spell all over again from scratch.

—And that was no small project.

Generally speaking, those qualified to enter the Sanctum Sanctorum were either people recognized by the Sorcerer Supreme or senior lecturers of Kamar-Taj. The principle behind Fake Key was actually very simple: simulate one of those two identities, forcing the doors to open and let them in. But while it was easy to say, it was very hard to do.

Wong frowned as he began using magical energy to simulate the reaction. Everyone's magical signature was different, each with its own unique "frequency," which meant he might have to try thousands upon thousands of times before he had a chance of finding the frequency that could pass through the doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum and enter.

Rajiv was much the same. Right now, the two of them were squatting by the side of the ruined road with no sorcererly bearing whatsoever. If one ignored the magic surging in their hands and the armor on their bodies, they might have been mistaken for homeless vagrants.

—

T'Challa was installing a high-tech prosthetic limb on himself.

He was no worse than Tony when it came to invention and creation. During all those years he had lived alone in Wakanda, he had not exactly made no progress. At the very least, apart from him, no one on Earth had gone