The Traitor Returns! Bloodbath at the London Sanctum!

Middle East.

A certain country.

This is a desert that looks very peaceful.

But anyone who has been here knows that this is a forbidden land that has swallowed countless lives.

Even though Stark Industries has ceased arms manufacturing, the shadow of war has not dissipated over this land.

On the contrary, the situation became more tense due to the influx of mercenaries and arms dealers.

Terrorists, rebels, government forces—all sorts of forces clash here.

Aside from Sokovia, which is almost completely destroyed, this is the darkest corner of the earth.

When humanity loses all hope, it will place its spiritual hopes in all sorts of illusory and unreal things.

At this moment, in a basement amidst the city ruins, a group of people are gathered in the center, praying frantically.

The damp basement floor was covered with eerie red Runes, radiating an unsettling glow.

Unintelligible whispers emanated from the group of believers, filling the basement with an eerie atmosphere.

Gradually, the light from the candle seemed to be forcibly swallowed up by something, and began to dim.

The black shadows spread wildly in the basement, as if they had materialized.

In just a few seconds, the basement was completely swallowed by dense darkness and fell into dead silence.

Time passed little by little.

The darkness began to recede slowly, and the red Runes on the ground reappeared.

However, the Runes were now incredibly dim, as if they had exhausted all their energy.

The believers who had gathered to pray on the ground had vanished without a trace, leaving not even a single corpse behind.

Only a blurry figure stood there.

The figure was enveloped in a pure black aura.

Half a day later, the black mist slowly dissipated by half, revealing half of the human body.

The man was wearing a brown, coarse robe and looked like a hermit.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes.

"I am Kaecilius!"

"I'm back!"

Kaecilius stood in the basement, his voice hoarse.

As he spoke, a black light, more than a foot long, shot out from his eyes.

Not only that, the other half of his body, which was covered in black paint, also began to wriggle and slowly turned into normal human skin.

This transformative process was clearly extremely painful, and Kaecilius's brows furrowed tightly.

"Ancient One! Ren!"

"I will repay you tenfold for everything you did to me back then!"

"I'm back!"

Kaecilius's voice was filled with deep-seated hatred.

Several years ago, he was caught red-handed by Ren and nearly beaten to death.

A Chaos energy ball that Ren casually unleashed blasted shattered half of his body, bones and all, into fragments.

Fortunately, Dormammu pulled him out of the dimensional rift just in time, risking injury to himself to drag his broken soul into the Dark Dimension.

Kaecilius is a piece that Dormammu values highly, Dormammu will never give him up easily.

So, he survived.

But this will also come at a heavy price.

Half of his body had completely merged with the Dark Dimension, while only the other half retained its human form.

This fusion endowed him with powerful dark energy, but it also led him down a path of no return.

Once his body is completely swallowed by darkness, he will become part of the Dark Dimension, lose his self-awareness, and become Dormammu's puppet.

The sober Kaecilius simply could not accept such a terrible price.

But he had no choice but to vent all his hatred on the Ancient One and Ren.

He vowed to tear those two people to pieces.

However, the Ancient One's power was unfathomable, and her defenses against the Dark Dimension were extremely tight.

Now that Kaecilius is in this wretched state, he has no chance of returning to Earth openly and honestly.

Moreover, he is now part of the Dark Dimension, and breaking through dimensional barriers to travel through space would require him to pay a huge price.

Dormammu had been plotting this for months in this remote corner of the Middle East.

They seduced a large number of fanatical believers here, using their flesh and souls as sacrifices to forcibly tear a gap in the Main Universe and finally re-expose Kaecilius.

To complete this teleportation, Dormammu even expended a significant amount of his primordial power.

If it weren't for the difficulty of the process, Dormammu would have already led his dark army to conquer the earth.

"Ancient One! Ren!"

"Now I stand on the land of the Main Universe, await my wrath!"

"I will make you know what true despair is!"

A sinister smile crept across Kaecilius's face.

He raised his right hand and made a sudden slash in the air.

A Portal instantly formed.

However, unlike the glittering golden Portal of Kamar-Taj, the Portal of Kaecilius contained a thick, black fluid mixed with golden light, which seemed to writhe as if it were alive, making it extremely eerie.

The next second, he stepped inside.

In the blink of an eye, Kaecilius appeared inside the London Sanctum.

Since the last Dark Elves invasion, the London Sanctum has suffered devastating damage, with a large number of elite Sorcerers dying in battle, and even the guardians perishing in the line of duty.

Therefore, the defenses of the London Sanctum were extremely weak at this moment.

Kamar-Taj can only assign a few senior Master to take turns overseeing the area until a new guardian is ready.

Today, it just so happens that an ordinary Master is here with several young apprentices to guard the area.

The energy fluctuations of the Portal had just appeared.

"Hmm? Who is it?"

The Master guarding the area immediately noticed the anomaly and quickly led his men over.

The Sorcerers looked on in confusion.

At this point in time, no one else should be teleporting over.

Furthermore, when entering the London Sanctum, normal Sorcerers would either use the main gate or the internal teleportation array; they would never directly open the door and teleport in.

However, they never dreamed that the visitors would be their mortal enemies.

According to the records of Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius and his followers had already been wiped out several years earlier.

In the centuries-long history of Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius was one of the very few traitors.

Since everyone assumed the traitors were all dead, the Sorcerers naturally took no precautions.

A flash of black light.

Kaecilius slowly walked out of the Portal.

"Haven't seen you for a long time."

Kaecilius looked at the Sorcerers before him, a bright yet wicked smile spreading across his face.

The Master guarding the area was taken aback at first, but when he saw the face clearly, his expression instantly changed from confusion to shock and anger.

"Kaecilius?!"

He didn't even have time to activate the Magic Power within his body.

In Kaecilius's hand now lay a black Dimensional Relic, resembling shattered glass.

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud followed.

The Master guarding the position didn't even have time to scream before the black artifact in Kaecilius's hand pierced his chest.

Blood splattered.

The interior of the London Sanctum was instantly transformed into a living hell.

Those young apprentices were already weak, and in front of Kaecilius, who had fused with part of Dormammu's power, they were not even ants.

This was a one-sided, bloody Carnage.

Dormammu is the absolute ruler of the Dark Dimension, and even the Ancient One had to be careful when dealing with Dormammu in the Dark Dimension.

Although Kaecilius only inherited a small portion of Dormammu's power, dealing with the few remaining members of the London Sanctum was like a game-changer.

In just a few minutes.

There wasn't a single living person left standing in the entire London Sanctum.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Kaecilius stood amidst the pile of corpses, covered in blood, like a Demon crawling out of Hell.

He casually wiped the blood from his face, his eyes filled with madness.

Immediately afterwards, he manipulated the blood on the ground and wrote a line of provocative blood words crookedly on the white wall of the Sanctum.

After doing all that.

A cruel smile crept across Kaecilius's lips as he tore open the Portal again and strode inside.

He.

Kaecilius.

Today, the London Sanctum at Kamar-Taj was ravaged in the most brutal way!