It had to be used one more time.
He cautiously crossed the material realm, then skirted around the Soul World, searching for traces of the enemy in the space between the two worlds.
"The Desecrator, filthy maggot—your body and your magic will both be purified!" A pure-white Mechanical Lifeform seemed to sense his observation. Its mechanical voice sounded as though it were stating a fact, speaking in an unquestionable tone.
Behind it stood an innumerable mechanical army. They had been hiding in the cracks between the material realm and the Soul World, waiting for their chance.
The time had come to take revenge on every magic user.
Doctor Strange had come alone and made some preparations. Without another word, he cast another spell, erasing his mark at its source. That would make it harder for them to find him—at least, that was what he thought.
The Mechanical Lifeforms did not stop him from leaving. Green spectrums projected from their eyes. They did not care about Doctor Strange's concealment at all.
Their goal was to wipe out the sorcerers of the multiverse. What use was a momentary concealment?
His head hurt as though it were about to split apart. Doctor Strange withdrew from his Astral Projection state.
He began considering how to deal with this. No matter where those enemies came from or what extraordinary methods they possessed, he would resist them to the end.
"We can ask S.H.I.E.L.D. for help—" Wong had not finished speaking before Doctor Strange interrupted him.
"No. Outsiders cannot interfere in this matter. This is the Sorcerer Supreme's trouble. I can only resolve it myself."
Never asking anyone for help, Doctor Strange's pride was no less than Stark's. He wanted to settle this himself.
A day later, Wong teleported from New York and found Stark